I draw circular patterns on Colten's bare chest as we both get our heart rate under control.

I needed Colten after everything that happened. I needed to know that he still loves me even though he lost a friend through it all. I was pleased to know that our sex was as passionate and loving as every other time. It makes me feel good that he still cherishes me after the shit that's happened.

"Don't believe anything Angelique says, baby," Colten finally brings up. "Sleeping with her was the worst thing I could've ever done and now she's fucking obsessed."

I look up at him, my neck stretching at a weird length just to see his face.

"I was stupid to even begin to debate whether she was telling the truth or not," I sigh feeling the guilt take over.

"I understand why you did it, Nik," he presses a kiss to my forehead. "We both are dealing with a lot right now. We just need to know the love we share."

I smile slightly, turning so I'm now straddling his torso. "I do love you, so much it hurts. And I know people are going to try to tear us apart, but I don't want that. I need to trust you."

"I love you," he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. "And I need to trust you. Especially after that Adam guy texted you."

"You believe that I haven't been talking to him, right?" I really hope so, because I don't know what'd I do if he didn't. After everything with Adam, I just want to forget all about him.

"Of course," he pecks my lips. I smirk, reaching over to his night stand drawer and pulling out a fool package. "Another round, huh?"

"Yeah," I blush. I don't want to ever forget the way he makes love to me. Slowly, I slide the rubber on Colten's already hard shaft. How he manages to refuel that fast is beyond me.

With his hands on my hips, I lift off of him, holding his member in place so I can sink down smoothly. A blissful moan escapes my lips as he fills me, my body still sensitive from the last session.

"Christ, baby," he curses, his eyes practically rolling back into his head. I lift off of him once again, lowering so I feel him every inch of the way, my body clenching around him.

"Colten..." I let out a broken moan. I'm not going to last long, I can already feel the wonderful swirling sensation in my stomach.

"Yes, baby," he rasps. "Fuck my cock, let me feel all of you."

I moan again, my body getting tired, but the drive to finish is high. My bounces become faster and faster until I'm letting out a string of Colten's name and he curses repeatedly. Our high's come and go, both of us extremely exhausted, and that's why we fall asleep.

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I wake up to a shrill ringing sound filling the small space. Hurriedly, I grab my cellular device off the table, cursing the gods that it's Jackson.

"Hello." I try not to sound nervous, but I fail miserably.

"I want you home right fucking now." I cringe as the line disconnects. I shake Colten awake, his eyes popping open and he sits up.

"What, what?" He ask.

"Jackson just called," I shakily say. "He wants me home."

Colten's face blanches and he nods. "Okay."

So, we both get dressed in silence, our nerves spiked high. I had planned to only be with Colten for an hour at most so Jackson wouldn't suspect anything. That didn't quite work out when we both feel asleep. It's nine now.

The car ride is silent, but Colten's fingers draw circles on my thigh until we're pulling to the curb of my house. As if he senses our arrival, Jackson comes storming out of the house, Brittni in tow.

"Jackson, stop!" She yells at him. They must still be fighting or he would've for surely stopped.

I take a deep breath and get out of the car, Colten following suit. This is bound to go down horribly, I really wish Colten would've just left. Too bad he's so stuck on protecting me.

"What the fuck?" He yells at me, his face red.

"I'm not in the mood," I sigh. Lord knows I could go without the drama any day. Of course, I keep digging myself deeper into the hole.

"I don't care if you're in the mood," he growls. "Is this what everything's come down to?"

"What are you talking about?" I roll my eyes.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he sneers. "You sneaking off to his house to fuck him? Ring a bell?"

I look up towards the sky as emotion gets the best of me.

"That's not even what happened," Colten's deep, baritone voice cuts in. I did go over there, but not to fuck him. I went there so we could both love each other. To be there for one another.

"Oh really?" Jackson steps closer him. Brittni's behind him, looking pissed off and overall furious. "So you didn't sleep with her?"

"That's none of your business!" Brittni yells, her voice high with emotion. "I don't understand what the big deal is, Jackson?"

I can see the sadness and confusion brewing beneath her beautiful blue eyes. Colten and I are effecting everyone around us. What the hell?

"The big deal is that she's fucking fifteen." A tear slips out of my eye. "This shit isn't fucking right."

"I was fifteen," Brittni chokes out. "I was fifteen when we got together. I was Nikki's best friend wen we started going out. We slept together before we were even dating. How could you do this to them when we did the exact same thing?"

I'm a bit surprised that Brittni's doing this. Maybe she's trying to make Jackson see our point of view, and honestly I think she's the only one that can. Jackson only ever calms down when she's involved.

Jackson opens his mouth, but he closes it again seeing the logic in Brittni's statement. He looks defeated and exhausted. I feel horrible. I've never seen my brother look so vulnerable and lost.

"I can't anymore," he lets out broken words, walking past us and into the house.

I feel defeated and quite lonely when he leaves. I understand how he feels, the betrayal, but it's just not working anymore. Can't he see that Colten and I can't he separated? Can he - by now - see that I love Colten and he loves me? I just don't get it.

I look over at Brittni whose bottom lip quivers. She doesn't say a word to me as she heads to her car, peeling out of the driveway.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I mumble to Colten, I don't make it far when he grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. "Colten-"

"No," he warns. "I won't let you blame yourself for this."

He knows me way to well. That can either be a good t or a bad thing. Due to the situation at hand during this moment, I say it's bad. I just wanted to escape and wallow away, but Colten being the wonderful person he is knew what was going on.

"I wasn't," I lie casting my head downwards. Colten's not to fond of this and grips my chin, drawing my face back to his.

"You were," he clenches his jaw. "I can see it in your eyes. You want to take the blame for every fucking thing that just happened, but I won't let you. I'd be damned if I let you swallow the pill."

My eyes water for absolutely no reason, my emotions getting the best of me in more ways than one.

"Don't you see it, Colt?" I whisper, my voice cracking. "Not only did we hurt my brother, but his relationship also."

"No," my boyfriend shakes his head, his face so close to mine we're practically breathing the same air. "He ruined his relationship. If he wasn't so adamant on protecting you from me, do you think him and Brittni would be having problems?"

I open my mouth to speak, but close it again when I realize he's right. Of course he is right. I'm just the type of person to wants to take away everyone's pain and I don't think clearly. The thing about Colten's explanation is that even though it is Jackson's fault, it's ours for getting together. He just added fuel to the fire.

"I just don't like to see them upset." I finally admit, Colten sighs, bringing me into his chest. I wrap my arms around his torso, laying my cheek on his chest while his chin lays on my head.

"My beautiful, selfless girl."

It was hard leaving Nikki with Jackson tonight, it's been hours since I've tried to sleep, but every time I get close, it pops into my head again. It's not exactly that I think he'll hurt her - physically - but she's really beating herself up over this and I don't think it's healthy. I wish I could take away her pain, I wish I could make her feel better, sadly, nothing I've done has helped.

Nikki is too fucking selfless for her own good and that's going to be the death of her. She's always blaming her self for shit that doesn't even involve her and as much as it irritates me, I love it. I've never met someone so kind to everybody, and I realize I really struck out with her.

I'm just lucky she doesn't absolutely hate my guts after years of torment.

I spend some time looking through my Instagram that I hardly ever go on, but end up stopping short with all the awesome posts from my friends. They all seem to be having fun, paying no mind to the brewing storm I call my life now.

I shouldn't be wishing for this on anybody, but I am. Why does it have to be Nikki and I that are having such a hard time? People get together and break up all the time, but does this shit happen? Fuck no. Only me.

Nikki may have not mentioned it me, or even knew that I knew, but I did. She tries to act like all the glares and whispers about her mean nothing, but I can see they're really taking a toll on her. And with the whole Angelique thing, I don't know what's going to happen.

It's around eleven when I hear a harsh knock on my door. I want to groan and cuss out the person on the other side, but I don't really have it in me. Not like I was going to be getting any sleep what so ever.

Throwing my blankets off of me, I rush down the stairs once the knocking becomes more consistent.

"I'm coming!" I shout, rolling my eyes. Who the fuck would be here at this time of night? I really hope it's not fucking Nikki, I almost blew up when I heard she walked here Friday night in the snow, but if she's wandering the streets now, I'll no doubt throw a fit. Who knows what kind of creeps are out at this time?

I'm fairly shocked when I open the door and am not met with Jackson or nikki, but...

"Brittni?"

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