Big Changes.

Good Morning Everyone!

Yasmin's P.O.V.

That morning, Yasmin woke up feeling horrible…Her stomach was in pain, and she felt slightly light-headed. She opened her eyes, focusing…squinting her eyes staring at this unfamiliar ceiling, her vision becoming clear, hearing a shower going too. Where am I? She thought. Sitting up feeling something fall from her chest, she looked down and her chest was bare. She was quick to pick up the sheet and cover herself. Her head was pounding. She pressed into her temples, her eyes falling to the plethora of stuffed animals, candy, cards, and balloons that sat beside her on the night table. What the hell is going on? She asked herself. She heard the shower turning off. Who is in there? And why am I naked? She thought, her heart racing.

Next, Eitan walked out of the bathroom and she was immediately calmed. Did he make love to me last night? She gaze up and met his eyes. They were sad…somehow. He went over to her, crawling on the bed, kissing her cheek while taking her face in his hot hands.

"Yasmin, I'm so sorry." He managed to say as she took hold of his wrist.

"Why are you sorry, Eitan?" She asked, staring deep into his eyes.

"I don't know how I'll ever be able to forgive myself." He cried, looking away.

"Eitan, you're scaring me."

He didn't respond. He sat back and let his hands slip from her.

"Is this about last night?"

He wiped the tears that continued to fall from his eyes.

"I kept telling myself that it would be special for you…and I do that."

"So we did sleep together." She breathed.

He didn't answer.

"What's to feel sorry for, Eitan?"

"Yas, do you remember anything from last night?"

Yasmin had to think…she didn't, so she shook her head no.

"That's my point. Your first time was supposed to be memorable. I kept asking if you were sober, you kept telling me yes…but you've never been drunk before, you probably couldn't tell the difference." He said, shaking his head. "I feel like I took advantage of you."

"Eitan, I know you wouldn't have went through with it without honestly thinking that I was sober."

"It…" He reiterated, his eyes falling below him.

Yasmin opened her mouth to say something, but then decided not to.

"Please forgive me, Yasmin. I really didn't want it to happen this way."

"Eitan, it's fine. Nothing makes me happier than to know that I was your's last night."

"You weren't mine."

"Why not?"

"Because…you don't remember any of it."

"Well unless I was knocked out all the while…"

"You weren't." He smiled faintly. "We kissed the entire time."

"You see?"

"Yasmin, be mad at me or something! This isn't normal." He said through his teeth.

She had to think…was her reaction reasonable?

"Yasmin." He said. She couldn't see anything anymore, but she felt something hard pressed against her face. In that instant her senses returned to her, inhaling Eitan's light blue Pour Homme by Dolce & Gabbana that she loved.

"Yasmin." He said again. What's going on? His lips were touching her's, and then her eyes opened.

"Good morning, sleepy head." He chuckled, gently shaking her. She was wrapped in his arms, leaning against his chest on his living-room couch. It was a dream.

"Eitan." She sniffed, sitting up to face him. She could barely keep her eyes open.

"You okay?"

She nodded, trying to stand. Her knees gave in and he hurriedly caught her by her waist, pulling her back into his chest.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Apparently you were drinking last night." He laughed, running his fingers through her lightly-soft textured tresses, he noticed that her ends were a bit brittle. Not at all like his girlfriend's usual glossy curls that fell down her back in admirable full layers.

"I feel so embarrassed." She said, covering her mouth.

"Don't. Before you went to sleep, you demanded a shower." He laughed.

"I took a shower?" She asked, looking down at her clothes. She was wearing a black t-shirt, and white boxer shorts, not at all what she wore the night before.

"Yes, and so did I." He said. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and black pajama pants. She smiled at the thought of him matching them, slightly in opposition.

"Together?"

"No, silly girl. You seemed perfectly fine on your own."

She eyed him. He was so beautiful to her. None could compare in her book. Eitan was Yasmin's prized possession. In her own way she felt that she couldn't rectify him, her's. In a sense, he still belonged to someone else, and Yasmin longed to change that.

"Come on." He said, lifting her to stand. "Let's get you cleaned up." He carried her up the stairs, and to his bathroom. He placed her down conscientiously to sit back against the counter, ensuring she wouldn't lose balance, while he went into his medicine cabinet, taking out his toothbrush, and one brand new toothbrush. He opened it, handing it to her. Why does he have a spare toothbrush? She thought as he spread the toothpaste on top. She didn't need water, she just wanted this taste out of her mouth, so she began brushing and so did he. She smiled, knowing that they were speaking again.

"What?" He smiled, managing to keep the toothpaste away from the corners of his mouth. She admired the skill seeing that she was never able to do it herself.

She shook her head, continuing to brush. Her eyes wandered away from her own in the mirror, able to catch sight of the weather outside. The drips of water, clinging to the window. It was pouring rain. Yasmin loved the rain. She felt it romantic. It was where most memorable couples shared their passionate kisses in her favorite movies like the Notebook and Catwoman. Yasmin sometimes felt odd admitting that to be one of her favorite movies, but it was about a woman who was reborn, taking control of her life, and doing with it what she wanted, letting no one stop her, winning the hot guy in the end. She always wanted that for herself. Her shyness to dissipate. On the other hand thought of her friends that saw it as cuddle weather. Jennifer Lopez made love to her guy for the first time while it stormed out, and Yasmin has always coveted perfect moments as such. It sparked a feeling within her, opening the gates of her desire.

About 5 minutes later and heavy duty brushing, they were finished. Now that her eyes were on the mirror, Yasmin lifted her hair to sit on top of her head to breathe easier. After constant study, she spotted red marks spread out on all areas of her neck. She smiled at the memory. What he did last night. How he brought her home, and they continued hungrily kissing each other on his couch. How his warm breath felt against her skin. How she sat there, on top of him, holding him close, never wanting the feeling to cease. She could feel within her, her sense of passion, sensuality the way they went at it that night.

Next, she felt him wind his arms around her from behind. She let her hair fall, holding onto his arms.

"You enjoyed yourself last night?" He whispered softly in her ear.

"I didn't want you to stop." she responded, getting that sensation in-between her thighs as he breathed in her neck.

"There's always time for that, you know?"

She closed her eyes in ecstasy as he nibbled timely on her ear.

"Yeah." she sighed, remaining…For that one second, Yasmin thought about her dream. She turned in his arms, hanging her's on his shoulders. He steadily pressed gus lips to her's, then parting.

"Eitan…why didn't we make love?" She asked, honestly, meeting his lovely grey eyes she fell in love with.

"I didn't know that it was even on your mind." He answered, swallowing hard.

She paused.

"It has been...for some time now."

"And?" He prompted.

Her eyes fell to his full lips. She had no intention of answering him by word so she did so with a kiss. And it wasn't just any kiss…the kiss that she sometimes feared…only for the sake of her heart that beats rapidly inside her chest when Eitan returned her efforts. She knew in her mind that it would lead to something. She could tell by the way he held her, the pace at which he breathed, his soft, soundly moans as they continued, his passionate, hungry tongue that crept in and explored her mouth soon meeting with her's. He lifted her body, enabling her to wrap her legs tight around his waist, continuing to make love to her lips to lips. Yas felt him move, and as she still kissed him, she opened her eyes finding that they were leaving his bathroom, entering his bedroom. She closed her eyes once again, feeling his movement stop.

She ran her fingers through his angel soft hair as he slowed his pace in kissing her. She pulled back, planting a gentle peck in the corner of his lips and touched her nose to his. He exhaled, deeply, clenching his jaws in angst, lowering their bodies to his bed. He placed her in the middle, separating himself from her. She began to tremble, honestly from his being away from her, lifting her knees to her chest to mask it as she lye there on her back. He touched his hand to her chest, breathing steadily like he suffered from complexity, and she was calm again.

"Yasmin, are you sure you're ready for this?" He exhaled.

"Yes, Eitan." She breathed. "I want you." She admitted, shamelessly. She couldn't help but feel that this entire experience has changed her to the core. With Eitan, she knew that she can be herself, share with him her fears, her wants, her needs, her fancy...her appetite. She knew that he alone is the one. But…what happened the other day…that kiss. Her thoughts read off her expression.

"Yasmin…you're not ready." He said, sitting at the corner of his bed.

"Yes I am." She responded, hiding her lips in her balled fists.

"No, you're not…and it's okay."

"Why do you think that?"

"Yasmin, I'm not stupid, nor blind." He said in a joking manner. "I know that we're better, but the kiss with Julissa still bothers you. I know because it would bother me." He said, lying on his back beside her. She turned her body to face him as he did her. He was right, and she knew it. Deep down she still wanted to know the reason behind it.

"Eitan, why did it happen?" She asked, her eyes burning through his.

"I can't give you a valid explanation, Yas. In a way…" His eyes wandered.

"What?"

"In a way, I miss the way I was with her."

"And that means, what?"

"I don't know. I'm still trying to figure that out, Yas. Like—" He paused.

"So, are you saying that…you don't like who you are with me?" She asked.

"Yasmin, no." He said, taking her hand. "I'm a better person with you than I've ever been with anyone else in my life." He told her, sternly.

"Then, what are you saying to me?" Yasmin, at this point, didn't know how to feel. She was confused beyond explanation.

"Julissa was the only relationship I had where there was a title, sex, and time that we each put into being together. I tried making it work with her so many times. I wanted to feel something for her, but I just couldn't. In that way…it put my mind at ease when I thought of losing her. It isn't the same with you. I tried not to have feelings for you, Yas. But I couldn't help myself. I fell in love with you as soon as I heard you speak." He said.

She felt as if her eyes were soon to be a waterfall at any moment now. To know that he fell for her without intent, made her feel somewhat privileged in a sense.

"Not only were you beautiful, you were thoughtful, intelligent, witty…and I tried so hard to make you appear unattractive in my eyes."

"Why?"

"Because…in case you haven't noticed, love is sorta scary." He answered.

"I've definitely noticed." She chuckled, meeting his eyes again. She touched her puffy palm to his cheek and next he covered her hand with his. "But sweetie, being with you is the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I can admit that. All I want to do is to be able to call myself…truly yours."

"You are mine. Doesn't mean that you have to rush yourself."

She closed her eyes, tracing her hand down from his face, down his neck to the shirt on his chest, and gripped it. She felt as though she should let it go. She figured that it could be a sign from God that Eitan's excuses were endless…but in her heart, she knew it was right. She went back to lying on her back, not letting him go.

"I'm not. I'm ready. Make love to me, Eitan." She whispered, keeping her eyes closed. She heard nothing but silence, his breathing, as well as her own. She wouldn't dare open her eyes again to witness his expression yet another time of him telling her no. She waited…and waited and just when she deemed it useless, she felt his lips on her's, and his crawling atop of her, one leg in-between her's. He's going to make love to me, she thought. She touched her fingers to his skin, feeling as if she'd cry at this very moment. He wove his fingers with her's, gently placing them on his bed, then sliding them upward leaving them above her head, and carried forward kissing her, all the while tracing his strong hands along the lines of her body, stopping where her shirt came. His warm fingers touched her torso underneath it gliding upwards against her creamy olive skin, slowly lifting it up until it reached her shoulders. He returned to her mid-section, lightly planting kisses in all areas until she felt his tongue running along the surface accompanied by his plush lips that brushed her skin then finished with them pressed against her. It became even more difficult for her to breathe. But she didn't mind in the least. Her main fear was losing consciousness and missing this happening.

"Eitan." She breathed. He stopped what he was doing, leveling himself with her.

"You want me to stop?" He asked, slipping his fingers behind her neck while brushing his thumb against her cheek.

She shook her head no. He smiled, going to stand. He went to his night table, pulled it open and took out a condom. Her heart was beating so fast, and her breathing picked up. The thought of her backsliding plagued her.

She sat up on her elbows seeing if that would help, and it did a bit. He played at his shirt, taking a breather, then pulling it off to reveal a complete and totally fit body. Abs, triceps, biceps, pecks, everything. She remembered to keep my mouth closed as Eitan once said at her house. He was beautiful. He was everything she's ever dreamed of…and he wanted her. She couldn't help feeling bewildered, doubtful, and unsure that this was really happening. She thought she'd have to search for years to meet a guy with a level of perfection that Eitan himself possessed. Without a thought, she sat up crossing her legs pretzel style, removing her shirt next, revealing her purple laced bra. Yasmin was a bit embarrassed. They were so small…and she knew how guys are into big "chi chis" as she would call them. The smile on his face never vanished. She bit down hard on her lip, trying to stay calm, fearing the thoughts running through his head.

"What?" She breathed.

He shook his head. "Nothing. You're everything I've ever imagined you'd be."

"Thank you." She said soundly, lacking words. Yasmin wanted to keep quiet. She felt she had little to no power being the inexperienced party present there in her boyfriend's bedroom that early morning. Any slip of the tongue could land her where she didn't want to be. Anywhere other than Eitan's bed, lying in his arms, exposed and accepted is where she didn't want to be.

"Is that all you're removing?" He asked.

It felt like her teeth wanted to chatter without her control.

"Yes." She almost whispered.

"Why? Please don't tell me that you're insecure about your body." He said.

She didn't answer.

He shook his head, sighing. He placed his hands on his hips, eying her.

"Stand up." He said.

"What? Why?"

"Just do what I said." He chuckled.

She did, but she kept her eyes locked on her feet. He took her waist, and drew her close. He pressed his lips to her's taking her mind off of everything, as always. She quivered with discomfort as he unhooked her bra, without her knowing, withdrawing from his lips. What was left was for her to drop her arms so that it would release itself from her…but she didn't want to.

He stepped back one, smirking.

"What are you going to do now?"

She just stood, waiting.

He laughed, and then she did too.

"Let it go, Yas. I promise that I will love you no matter what your body looks like, I promise."

"You promise?"

"Yes." He nodded.

She wanted to, but she stood still, not budging.

He came back to her.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Yas. I don't want you to feel—"

"No." she said, cutting him off. "I want to." She continued, shutting her eyes. She inhaled deeply and exhaled in the same fashion, letting ber bra slip from her body. She was open…open to him, herself, this experience…and even his criticism. In fear of his next move, she went back to where she was, covering her naked chest.

He inched the condom underneath his pillow.

"Why did you put it there? Don't we need it?" She asked.

"Not right now we don't." He answered, coming back to her. She lied back down, still holding her chest, and he sat up beside her, lightly tracing the line of her round chin with the back his hand. He lowered himself to her brushing his lips along that very spot.

"You're so beautiful, Yas." He whispered against her skin, running his hands in-between her legs, touching his lips to her knee. She lowered that leg and awaited him. He positioned himself on top of her yet again, and her heart fluttered underneath him. He did the same as he did last night, pinning her arms beside her, his lips grazing her warm, familiar neck, proceeding with his licking and light sucking. She couldn't describe the feeling, She just knew that her eyes rolled to the back of her head, craving the pleasure that awaited her. He went on doing so, his hands resting on her breasts. He then soon began to kiss lower, and lower until he reached them, copying his same action there as on her neck. A part of her couldn't believe that this was happening, She got to feeling odd again. Picturing herself making love frightened her at times, but Eitan was her love, and she trusted him. She took deep breaths, running her fingers through his hair as he continued. Eitan had a way of making her feel comfortable, conquering her fears and being honest with herself about herself and the way that she felt…She was for sure nervous about the sum of it all, but the ineffable ecstasy he gave her made it all worth it. Yasmin was just glad that she could share this with someone she truly loved and cared about. After this, she believed that she and Eitan would be inseparable. My dad can be happy in Heaven to know that I truly have found the one. She thought.

End of Yasmin's P.O.V.

Eitan's P.O.V.

Eitan was in complete and total shock with both Yasmin and himself this morning. The guys were right, she has been wanting him to make love to her. I have to say that I am happy that I waited for her. He wasn't that much of a wait though, which was how he was able to tell that the love she felt for him is true…and he didn't want to mess that up.

Yasmin truly is beautiful. He thought. He really would've accepted her regardless of what her body looked like, but it's perfect to him. Fairly different than Julissa. Opposite in breast size, and a bit more to love than Yasmin, but it didn't matter. I love this girl…and…I'm about to take her virginity. The thought choked him.

"I-I can't. I can't Yasmin." He said, stopping, sitting up. From his peripheral he caught a glimpse of her sitting up moments later, covering herself again. She looked distressingly hurt. Eitan knew that he had screwed up. I'm a fucking idiot. He thought, slapping his hand to his forehead in agitation.

"Yas—"

"You don't like my body." She said almost instantly.

"Yasmin, I told you that you're beautiful."

She edged herself to the end of his bed, picking up her bra and the t-shirt, going into his bathroom and shutting the door.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

The next second, she walked out, picking up her folded clothes from last night, going for the bedroom door.

"Yas, wait." He said. She stopped. He went to her, taking hold of her shoulder.

"Don't be mad at me."

She didn't say anything.

He walked around to face her, and she had tears in her eyes. It made him feel even worse knowing that he was the reason.

"Why are you crying, babe?"

"Maybe it's because the guy that I love won't accept me."

"Who said that I don't accept you?"

"If that isn't the reason you're doing this, what is?"

"You're a virgin." He let out, lacking words.

"Oh. So as long as that's what I am, we can't be together."

"That's not what I'm saying."

"Then what are you saying, Eitan?"

"I just…have this complex about it. It freaks me out."

"Why? Because you're afraid to hurt me?"

"Sort of." He answered, truthfully unsure.

"How could you hurt me, Eitan? You said that you wouldn't do anything with Julissa."

"I know that."

"So basically you're telling me not to trust you."

"Yas, you know how much Cloe was hurt by Cam."

She stayed quiet.

"Do you know how much he loves her? He'd take a bullet for her, Yas."

"What's your point?"

"If he can do it, I wouldn't put it past me." Eitan could tell that what he said, hurt her even deeper, but he was speaking the truth. Eitan knew that he loved Yasmin, but considering his past, he didn't want to chance it. He needed time to figure out whether love would be enough for him…it certainly wasn't when Julissa kissed him and he never loved her.

"Okay, Eitan. I get the point." She nodded, closing her eyes, letting a lone tear escape. "I'm sorry for thinking that you were the one for me." She said, shoving past him to leave. He ran down the stairs after her and she was just leaving the front door as he made it down. It was pouring rain.

"Yas!" He called after her.

She continued to walk down the driveway. He honestly didn't know if he should run after her or not. He decided that he couldn't let her leave. He followed her quickly, and once he caught up to her, she was fully drenched. He took her arm, and she jerked away from his touch, turning to face him.

"Yas, please don't be mad." He yelled against the drilling rain.

She slapped him.

She shook her head, continuing to cry.

"You love Julissa, don't you?" She yelled back.

"No."

"You want to be with her! Don't lie to me Eitan! If you wanted me, nothing should've stopped you!"

"It's hard for me, Yasmin!"

"Hard for you? I've never shared myself with anyone, Eitan! Anyone! And when I finally decide to let my guard down, you deject me, making me feel like you could care less about how I feel. You had your chance to choose when, who, and where you shared your gift…and you stole mine."

"I only wanted it to be special for you, Yas."

"Who said that it wasn't?"

Eitan felt low like the lowest creature crawling. A tear crept out of his eyes, knowing that he disrupted something she felt in her heart, was special.

"We're over, Eitan." Like never before, Eitan's heart was stricken with pain, and after a second, he could've sworn it went numb.

"Yas…you don't mean that."

She paused, continuing to cry her heart out.

"I don't want to." She cried.

"Then don't." He said, embracing her. She knelt down to the pavement, and he followed, never letting her go. She went on, crying in his arms.

"Yasmin, I'm sorry."

"You're always sorry." She said, withdrawing herself. The way she looked at him; The expression on her face disheartened his core…made him feel so low. He hurt her eminently, and he was at a loss for words to comfort her…to reassure her. She stood once more, walking away…leaving him there, knelt against the ground.

Unsure of what tp do next, he repositioned himself and sat again, watching her fade in the distance. He sat hiding his face in his arms, wrapped tight around his knees.

Eitan truthfully had not realized the severity of the issue until he thought deeper. Yasmin is about to be eighteen years old…and she, unlike so many, is a virgin. A classy, conservative, precious, valuable, and insecure woman…and for him…she let go of her fears. He couldn't believe that he told her how hard it was for him. He felt foolish. She's a female, and for those of her stature and mentality, it's even more difficult to embrace sexuality. The girl hasn't even known him long, and for love, she was willing to share with him, the gift that she is within herself.

He then thought back to he and Yasmin's conversation about what she expected out of her first time. He could hear what she said echoing his head…over and over again.

"The man that I choose, would be worthy of meeting my dad…and not many people are." She giggled, smiling that modest smile he'd go crazy for.

Why he didn't think of this sooner, he will never understand.

End of Eitan's P.O.V.

Cam's P.O.V.

Cam woke up to Cloe lying on his chest, sleeping soundly as a mouse. I finally got her back. He thought.

"Good morning, baby." She said, keeping her face against his him.

"Morning. How are you feeling."

"Better than I was last night. I'm never drinking like that again." She snickered, picking her head up, eying him. "How are you feeling?" She asked with a kiss.

"We're back together, so I'm better than I'll ever be." He responded, His eyes never leaving her's. It was the truth. No one could satisfy him in every aspect of his life the way Cloe could…he just wished that he would've seen it long ago. "Cloe, thank you for being the way you are."

"What does that mean?" She smiled.

"You're so loving…and forgiving. If it hadn't been for those two qualities, I wouldn't be here with you right now. I mean it's no secret that I don't deserve you…"

"You do deserve me. You're human. We all make mistakes. I know where your heart belongs, sweetie." She said, caressing his face.

Her phone went off. She jumped, turning to snatch her phone off of the night table on her side.

"Hello? …. Hello?" She hung up, placing it back on the night table. She turned back to face him.

"Who was that?" He asked her.

"I don't know. You now my phone can't see caller I.D." She answered, wrapping her arms around him.

"Hm…think it could've been one of the girls?"

"Nah…they don't get up this early on a Sunday." She answered, looking behind him. "And it's raining too? They are probably hugged up with their men, asleep."

"Including Eitan and Yasmin?"

She gasped. "You're right!" She said, sitting up.

"Oh no no no." He said, pulling her back down to him.

"Babe, you don't think that Yasmin and Eitan could've went all the way, do you?"

"No. Not a chance."

"Why? They are so cute together. And Yasmin has definitely been thinking about it."

"Is that so?"

"Yes! So I'm wondering why nothing has happened yet. We don't know for sure."

"Eitan won't do it because he has a thing about Yasmin being a virgin." Cam came out and said.

"Oookay…what's that got to do with anything?"

"It's everything, Cloe. Eitan is a non-virgin. Yasmin isn't. When she loses it to him, she's his for life."

"Nothing wrong with that. Unless he doesn't have the same feelings for her. OH MY GOSH! That's it isn't it? He doesn't love her! He loves Julissa? Oh no, my poor Yasmin!"

"That's not it, Cloe. He wants Yasmin. More than anything. The kid was crazy about her the moment he saw her."

"How do you know? Did he tell you?"

"No, he didn't."

"Then how do you know."

"Because…he looked at her the way I look at you."

"Awww…how cute."

"And like me, he loves Yasmin with every bit of him. It's outlandish because he hasn't known her long…but if you heard him talk about her…which he does all the time, you'd know."

"Then why doesn't he want to make love to her?"

"Because he's seen me and you."

"And what's so wrong with us that—" It registered. "Ohhhh."

"Yeah."

"So he's saying that he could cheat on her? That bastard!"

"Don't call him a bastard, Cloe. His father walked out on him when he was young."

"Oops, sorry. But how could he do that to Yasmin?"

"He hasn't done anything…and he wants to keep it that way. He wants to protect her."

"How?"

"Cloe, you ask too many questions. They guy doesn't even know why he let Julissa kiss him. He has no feelings for her."

"That's what he tells you."

"Eitan doesn't lie about feelings, trust me. Shit, the Eitan I know doesn't do feelings. But until he figures that out, he won't take that step with Yasmin. If I could step out of our relationship and hurt you the way I did, feeling the way I feel about you, Cloe…he feels that he can too."

"Wow…that's deep." She said. "Hmm…I wonder if Yasmin knows this." She continued.

"She doesn't and she won't because you won't mouth this to anyone. Including her!"

"But—"

"No buts Cloe, it's not your place. If anyone tells her, it'll be Eitan."

She pouted.

He laughed not only at her expression, but at her silence, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Don't worry about Yasmin. She's in good hands. Eitan would never do anything to hurt her."

"Yeah, if what he says about his feelings for her is true. And if he'd never do anything to hurt her, what's the big deal?"

"Eitan has never been like this for any girl. Believe the guy that has known him his whole life…and you have a good point there."

"Yeah…I do call their immediate connection somewhat like a fairytale…just as Yasmin has always wanted. She's different with him…and I like it." Cloe said, her mind drifting elsewhere He could tell.

"So tell me…"

"What?"

"What were you thinking when all that went down between us, went down?"

"As far as what?"

"Anything."

"Well, as you already know, it didn't stop me from loving you. I was hurt, and I didn't know what to do. The whole Dana thing threw me, though. But considering everything that we've been through, I just had to think. You wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me intentionally. That's what I kept in my head the whole time."

"Again Cloe, I really am sorry."

"I know. That's why I'm here…but you do get some punishment."

"Punishment?"

"You heard me right. Punishment."

I nodded. "Okay, bring it on."

"When we get back to school Monday, I want you to tell your soccer buddies that your girlfriend is better at playing soccer than you are and that I kicked your ass the past weekend. I gave you such a run for your money that you're considering taking up a new sport."

"One problem with that whole statement."

"What?"

"I'm not doing that." He responded, sternly.

"Okay. It's either that or you take a cold shower."

He never in a million years would've expected Cloe to make such a proposal. He couldn't believe she said that. There is no way in hell he'd do it.

"Make your choice."

"What day did you say again?" He asked.

End of Cam's P.O.V.

Cade's P.O.V.

Cade couldn't believe everything that happened last night. The guys will have my ass if they find out about this. He thought as he looked over at Sasha resting next to him dressed in his t-shirt and her panties, in her phone.

"What are you doing over there?" he asked.

"Changing my Facebook relationship status." She answered, smirking at him.

He laughed to myself, not even touching it. He said that he wanted a relationship with Sasha, and he meant it…but actually going through with it is another step. Did he really want to be in a relationship? All the girls he's giving up…is it worth it?

"So…um."

"What?"

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel great, Cade. Why?"

"Could I have anything to do with that?"

She shook her head no. He nodded. Damn. And here he thought that showing affection was kinda lame…and now he's wanting it more than ever from her.

"So about that status…"

"What about it?"

"What did you change it to?"

"Single." His jaw dropped for a second, then he closed it, trying to keep his cool.

Did she think this is funny? Do I remember last night clearly? My phone is ringing and it was on her side of the bed…why? He thought to himself.

She looked at it, and handed it to him without a care. At this point, Cade was a bit disturbed.

It was Kara…she knows about Kara. He told her about Kara. Why doesn't she care? What the fuck? I'll try my luck at flirting with her.

"Hey babe." He answered, sneaking a peek at Sasha. She was still on her phone.

"Hey, hon. What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just lying in bed." He answered.

"Oh yeah? Are you with anyone right now?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Why would make you think that?"

"Because I saw you at the party hugged up with some whore last night." She snapped. Whoo.

"Oh…that was nothing." He lied, scratching his head. "Are you trying to come over?"

"Oh yes, baby. Have you checked the weather?"

"No I haven't. What's it look like?"

"It is pouring out. Should be storming out in a little bit."

"Ahh. Sex weather." he nodded.

"Exactly."

"Well where's your boyfriend?"

"He's out of town for a football game." She answered, seductively.

"Aha. Well come on over." He said, his eyes turning to Sasha who was now sitting back against the headboard, eying him appearing amused.

"Okay, on my way." She said, hanging up as he made an attempt to draw back his offer.

He dropped his phone between them, secretly awaiting Sasha's response.

His eyes wandered away from her.

"Who was that?" She asked, calmly.

"You saw the caller I.D. It was Kara."

"Kara. The slut Kara?"

"Yep…that's the one." He nodded.

"Aha, and what did she want?"

" She wants to see me."

"Well does she know that you have a girlfriend?"

"I have a girlfriend?"

She smiled, and he smiled in return, knowing he got what he truly wanted from her.

She came over to him, resting on his lap.

"I knew I could make you jealous." He gloated, jokingly.

"Not before I could make you jealous."

"You didn't make me jealous."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah." He answered. "Confused is the word." He mumbled.

She giggled in his neck, giving it a slight peck.

"I just wanted to make sure everything that happened yesterday wasn't all bullshit."

"That's what I was doing. I was pretty good up until you said that you changed your relationship status to "single" on Facebook."

"I did"

"Mhm."

"Yesterday. I changed it back to "In a Relationship" this morning." She smiled.

Damn this chick is good. She is the only girl that could take my mind out for a spin, turning flips.

"Yep, but you love me." She continued.

"Yes…yes I do. But not for the shit you just pulled." He rebutted, sternly.

"Are you mad at me, babe?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Don't you start."

"What?"

"You played that 'Maybe, maybe not' shit with your little whores, but not with me."

"What are you talking about? I have no idea what you're talking about." He chuckled.

"Don't forget that we grew up together, Cade."

"Okay, fine. No I'm not mad, that better?"

"Much."

"Okay. What do we do now?"

"Well you can start with kissing me, and then afterwards, I want breakfast."

"Breakfast? That's a bit over the top. But sure, I'll take you to Denny's."

"Haha, you're funny." She said sarcastically.

He kissed her lips, and he didn't plan on keeping it short and sweet like the pussies do it. Sasha was about to get her's like she did last night. I can honestly see myself with this girl. She is already my best friend, and I do love her. She's sexy, sweet, and feisty, and she's a cheerleader. That just about checks out on the list. They continued further into doing them when they heard Kara at the doorbell. Sasha didn't halt his advances, and he had no intention on stopping. They just left it…and despite what you think, he was making this girl breakfast.

End of Cade's P.O.V.

Jade's P.O.V.

"Kobe, I hate this show. Can we watch something else?" Jade asked, as she and her boyfriend lay next to each other in his parents' master bedroom.

"No, Vampire Diaries is a good show, and I missed it."

"You're such a girl sometimes."

"Yeah, say what you want, but you won't be saying that when I'm banging your brains out."

She looked up, meeting his eyes. In all honestly Jade was crazy in love with Kobe. She loved him because he could handle her. Jade was not one to be tamed, and believe, Kobe tamed her. Jade may have a way of getting what she wants from him, but she knew that Kobe was the man, and she was perfectly content with that fact. She even loved that he could be a jerk at times. Her friends consider her strong attraction to that certain quality, odd, but Jade didn't care, because even with Kobe knowing her inside and out, he still gave her what she needed.

"You're such a jerk."

"Why thank you." He said, keeping his eyes on the TV. He's going to change this damned channel. She pouted. That always worked for her

"Kat, you do this every time! Can I just enjoy this one show? I got like 40 minutes left."

"Why can't we just watch something else? I mean it is our anniversary."

"Because this is what I want to watch! And correction: our anniversary was yesterday." He grunted, crossing his arms.

She copied him. They didn't speak for a whole five minutes.

"Babe, could you at least try to get into it?"

"No! I don't want to get into it!" She exclaimed, raising her voice.

"I'm onto you. You're picking a fight again."

"I have no clue what you're talking about." She lied. That was one thing she didn't admit to Kobe. Her fetish for make-up sex. She started to think that she played the card too often, but decided that she had a valid reason to be mad. Kobe shouldn't know the difference, but one thing she knew…Kobe was going to give her what she wanted. The sex that she favored most.

"Oh sure. Kat, if you wanted sex, you should just say so."

"When have I ever said so?"

"I don't know. But it sure beats arguing about stupid stuff."

She turned to lie on her side, back facing him.

"Babe."

She didn't answer.

"Babe." She could hear him growing more and more agitated, and she grew with excitement, feeling the sensation in her entry way at the thought of his loving her angrily.

She ignored him again.

She heard him deeply exhale. She smiled to herself. She had him.

He got up, turning off the TV. He's getting more condoms.

"I see you want more sleep." Her jaw dropped. "I'll be in the livng room." He said, shutting the door behind him. Jade was truthfully in shock. That asshole! She was heated. She placed the pillow on her head, her attempt at drowning out his parents' surround sound in the living room… Damn it.

End of chapter 1

I'm going to be completely honest, I didn't know where to begin seeing how this is a part two…but I hope you readers are sticking with me. I'm going to work hard on this one, make it more lengthy and put more drama in here. Rocky, this chap was for you, seeing how you wanted more interaction between Cloe and Cam. I know I don't showcase them enough. It'll be different this time around, promise. ;) Notice how I switched the narration? Should I stick to it, or write the same as the last story? Let me know? I'm interested. Hope you all enjoyed. I've got 2 weeks left of my first year in college, and I hope to be able to write more often than I do now. Thanks for reading. Please please please R&R.