A/N: New story over here. This is like a trailer...intro...prologue thing, I guess. I don't know what you call it, but it's not the first chapter. Read and review and tell me if you think I should keep on going. Tell me how you feel about this. Good or bad, I don't really care. I just wanna know. Yes, I just said that the flames are welcomed and will be addressed! So to all the people who just love to put the writers down here on Fanfiction, I'm even letting you!

O and in my other story, Nate was related to Shane and Jason. Here, Nate and Shane are not brothers or related in any way. And Jason won't be in this story. Sorry to all the Kevin Jonas lovers! I still love him even though I didn't put him in this story!

I hope you guys enjoy this.

Have you ever felt the desire of something? The wanting? That it was so big that it practically took over your life? Well there's four teenagers that have experienced all of that. It ruined them but kept the grounded at the same time.

Hook ups. Cheating. Lying. Secrets…

It all sounds familiar, right? It's all in the daily life of the rich, popular, and 'flawless' lives of California's elite. Welcome to Beverly Hills, home of Shane Grey, Alex Russo, Nate Gold, and Mitchie Torres. The four, soon to be, most known teenagers that has ever roamed southern California.

When someone gives you the direction to actually live life, would you just throw it away? When you actually start feeling love and loved, will you just waste it and take it for advantage? So many things the four learns…and they regret so, so many…

Mitchie's POV

O my gosh. I can't believe this. I won't believe this! I looked over to my right where Shane Grey is sleeping soundly, naked. Sadly, I'm naked as well. I don't even remember what happened last night! It was all a blur. The last thing I remember is talking to Nate. Then Shane takes my hand and…that's it.

Images of Shane pinning me onto the wall and kissing me hungrily enter my mind. I wince as I look at it. The way he handles me…so roughly. It's like he's desperate. I shake my head as tears start to form in my eyes. This can't be happening. This just can't.

I looked at Shane. He looks so serene. So gentle. Usually I see the heartless, spoiled, conceited, sex addict that is Shane Grey around. Right now I see a different person. O god, what am I thinking? I have a boyfriend for god's sake! He can't find out! He won't find out! Dear lord, please don't let Nate find out. I love that boy with all my heart…losing him is like dying to me. No one can know this.

I thought I was going to stay a virgin my whole life...until I get married of course. Then again I thought Shane would have never done that…to me at least. I mean…I'm his…sis-

I can't finish that sentence. There's no need to. If I say that then I'm technically lying. Is there no innocence in the world anymore?

I get up, looking for my clothes. I stare at Shane. I can't believe I just had sex with my step brother.

Nate's POV

I didn't want it to happen. It just did. I want to regret it, I really do. But I don't. Honestly it was the best night of my life. Just hearing her scream my name…it was pleasuring, really. I never heard my girlfriend Mitchie do that. That's because we promised that we wouldn't. I really like Mitchie…but it's not like I love her.

But her. She's different. I hate her, really, I do. Something tells me that she doesn't feel the same way I do. So, I used her. Who cares? Everyone else in Beverly Hills are cold hearted users or already rich gold diggers. The thing is…I used her for sex. Something I thought I would never do. Something against everything I lived.

I'm supposed to be the sweet, shy, individual who doesn't follow the unwritten law of Beverly Hills Rich Kids. Not those jocks and other teenage boys who just play around with girls' hearts and emotion. It sickens me to watch them do that. But...I just did that.

I stare at her and she stares at me. She's so…beautiful. Beautiful, I guess, is the right word. I never thought that I would being calling this slut, beautiful. Then again I never thought I would be using her for sex.

I take her into my arms and kiss her hungrily. Who knew that Alex Russo was fun to play with?

Shane's POV

Hmmm. Mitchie Torres. The girl who've I've been chasing since I was thirteen. All of us being seventeen now, I can do what I want with her. Well…not really. I'm not aloud to hook up with Mitchie for two damn reasons. One, she's dating some loser. (God, I hate Nate!) Second…she's my step sister. (Damn my dad and her mom for getting together before us!)

It still doesn't mean that I can't love her…more than a sister. Those feelings are hidden deep beneath my mind. No one will find out and no one needs to.

I hate this, really. I'm so used to getting what I want when I want it. If I ever go to school and see a hot girl. All I do is tell her to meet me at a place and tell her the time and it's like she's putty in my hands. Mitchie's different though. She's the only girl I'm not aloud to fuck like crazy. Which sucks… a lot.

I tell myself that I'm aloud to get together with her because we're not blood related. I know she won't want me though. She's in love with stupid mother fucking Nate. I wish he would just ditch Mitchie and really go off with his 'third party.' I'm not stupid, I know he's cheating on Mitchie. The little asshole is just too scared to break things down to her. If I was just Mitchie's brother, then I would beat the living shit out of him. Since I don't feel that way with her, I actually thank Nate for cheating on Mitchie. It means that he doesn't love her back.

I feel crazy when I'm with her. As if I'm going to explode. Looking at her makes me want to pin her to the wall and start having endless sex with her.

My 'beneficial friend', Alex accuses me of being in love with Mitchie. I tell her that she's insane.

The truth is…I do love Mitchie. I love her so much that I would do anything to make her mine. Anything.

Alex's POV

Okay. So I fell for the quiet, shy, rebellious, different guy. DON'T MOCK ME! It's not my fault! It's his for being so mysterious, hot, sensitive…sweet…perfect…STOP IT! This really isn't the type of guys I screw with. Actually I wouldn't know the types of guys I screw with. It's either my friend with benefits, Shane or random hot guys I see on the street.

O god. This cannot be happening! I hate this! To make things worse he has a freaking girlfriend…who happens to be my sort of, kind of friend. Ugh. The world hates me. All I did was lose my virginity to…a couple of guys and shop non-stop on Rodeo Drive until the platinum credit card runs out! I do not deserve this!

I just want him so badly…ya know? He makes me feel so important and special and…happy. Something I don't feel very often. Even if I had every designer clothing from Spain to Paris to Milan to New York to Beverly Hills; or if I had any hot and guy who's amazing in bed, I don't feel happy. I just feel content. That's it. With him…he's different.

Another issue is that he hates me. It takes a miracle and a ten hour prayer to the gods to get him to make out with me. That night when we went over the line…I felt so happy I thanked God. I know what I'm doing is wrong but I don't care. All is fair in love and war.

Okay I'll say it. I don't wan to say it, but I will.

I love you Nate Gold! I love you until the end of this earth! And I don't fucking care if Mitchie Torres is your girlfriend. You're all mine.

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