Define Jerk Novels & Stories

He looked so casual today and good A thrill ran through me, sharp and uninvited. I wanted to feel those muscles. God. I actually wanted to touch him. Just once. Maybe twice. Maybe with both hands. What the hell am I thinking!?. This is Mr jerk face we’re talking about “Good morning,” he said, walking past me. I breathed in, taking a subtle whiff of his cologne. God, he smelled so good. Expensive. Like citrus, chocolate, and… something I couldn’t quite place too rich and intoxicating.

"What can I say? She’s got me whipped." Knox let out a low laugh and shook his head. "Well, your girl is free to do whatever she wants back here. What’s your name, pretty?" "Jenna," I said, stepping fully behind the counter and sliding my jacket off. "Alright, Jenna. Welcome to the pit," Knox said, tossing a clean rag onto the wood next to me. "If you really know how to mix, the people drink vodka-cranberries, bourbon on the rocks, and whatever beer is in those tubs. Keep the line moving."

He asked me. I looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Why’d you ask?” I asked him back to which he just shrugged. “I don’t know, Ashejan, but, as a jerk, myself, I think he’s also one.” I froze when I heard what he just said. Did he just call Knight a jerk? That’s a first! Jericho called him a dork before and I felt really annoyed at the way he called him. Jerk is an even heavier word but why don’t I feel like wanting to punch Chadwick right now?

I walked forward to the next cell. "This is Jerk. He was always with Twit. I think he's kind of their version of a Beta, not that he's worthy of that title. He beat me. He broke my ribs kicking me and slamming his boot heel down on my side. He liked hearing me scream and cry, it turned him on. When they dumped me, I heard him say to Twit that they should kill me." I paused for a minute, waiting for whatever nastiness Jerk was going to say. He didn't say anything. He just stared at me and I stared back.