Erica's POV

I feel so devastated right now. I have hardly seen Joe for the past few weeks and I don't know what to make of it.

He's hardly ever home these days. Maybe he got back to hooking up with girls. I don't know why my heart breaks at that thought.

I don't know if he's avoiding me or just frankly going about his business. He probably hates me for what I did! I'm freaking out, right?

I feel like pulling my hair out from its roots. That's how distressed I am.

I decide to go to the pier to get some fresh air. It's very much needed at this moment. I walk downstairs and bypass a red faced Star.

I stop and inspect her. "The fuck happened to you? You look flushed."

"I... um...well," she stammers.

"Oh, I know! You've been making out with Darell?"

"Something like that," she blushes.

Oh, I get the picture now. They've been going at it. Eww. I scrunch my nose.

"Oh c'mon, don't look at me like that. It's not so disgusting you know."

"I don't know about that."

"'Cause you've never tried it out. Trust me, you'll love it."

I shake my head, trying to get the nasty image I've drawn in my head out. "I'll be on my way." I say, escaping away from her.

I won't say I haven't thought about having sex. Actually, it's kinda been on my mind a lot lately. After my last encounter with Joe. I've been thinking a lot of him, with me...in been.

Hey, don't judge! I'm only human, and a teenager. And Joe is one godly specimen.

I spot a head surface out of the water and I immediately recognise who it is. Joe. A smile creeps up on my face. I've missed him. So fucking much.

I walk down the few steps and squat once I'm near the edge. He still hasn't noticed me.

"The pool not big enough for you?" I ask, causing his head to swivel in my direction.

He looks kinda surprised? "Didn't know you were the type to stalk."

"Oh, sweetie! Don't flatter yourself. I just happened to want to be here and oh well, so are you."

He swims over to the edge, bobbing up and down with the waves.

"So, why are you in here?" I gesture to the ocean.

"I just felt like enjoying deep waters. Big and wide, that is. With little fish swimming around me. You should join me."

In that much water? What's in there, jellyfishes? Probably. I most definitely don't fancy having stings right now.

"No, thanks."

He just stares at me and I find myself staring back. Jesus, his eyes are so capturing.

Before I know it, he grabs my hand and pulls me over. I hit the surface with a huge splash, barely capturing my breath. Water immediately flows into my ears and all I hear is his muffled laugh.

I kick my feet, pushing upwards until I surface. I inhale deeply and exhale, letting my breathing rate to return to normal. The jerk is still laughing.

"How could you do that to me?" I ask.

"Because you wouldn't join me willingly." He smirks.

"Oh, I'm gonna kill you!" I splash water at him, laughing at his shocked expression.

"You wanna play that game?" He splashes me back. And soon, we are splashing back and forth at each other.

I stop splashing, since get tired, while he, continues to splash me. I laugh and try to swim away. I look back to see him swimming after me.

He's fast. He soon grabs a hold of my waist, pushing me back into his chest. I kick, trying to free myself but to no avail.

I turn around in his arms, so I'm facing him, still laughing. I stop when I see him looking at me with such intensity. His blue eyes are a few shades darker, making them resemble the ocean behind him.

I soon get lost in his gaze. He reaches with his hand, pushing a wet lock of hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ear. My skin trembles under his touch, making me close my eyes.

When I open them again, I'm surprised by how close our faces are to each other. He's minty breath fanning my face. I see he's hesitating a little, so I do him the favor and close the gap between us.

He groans immediately our lips touch. His lips are just as warm and soft as I remembered. My hand trails up to his face and into his wet hair. I feel heat rise within me as he pulls me impossibly closer to his body.

I can feel his dick swelling against me. My core heats up, needing his attention. If we weren't in water, I would've said my panties are wet. So, right now, I don't know which expression to use.

He prods my lower lip with his tongue, demanding access which I gladly grant. He groans at the back of his throat, making me know he likes my willingness.

His hands trail under my thighs and lifts my legs up, wrapping them around his waist. He goes to cup my ass, pulling me to his crotch, my core sitting right on top of it.

I feel his erection press exactly where I want him. I moan and he groans in between kisses. I feel myself lose control as I deepen the kiss even more.

"You two should get a room. The sexual tension is too thick around here."

We immediately spring apart and turn to see who was speaking. It was Jayden, with a smirk on his face.

"You'll spoil the fish. No one wants to eat perverted fish," he continues, "I mean, who knows what you're doing below the surface? You are probably having your dick shoved up deep inside...."

"Alright, we get what you are trying to say," I blurt.

I think right now I look like a cherry red tomato. I hear both boys chuckle at my embarrassment.

"What do you want, Jay?" Joe asks.

"Well, your father wants to see you in his study. I'll be on my way," he informs before turning to leave. "And please, get a room!" He shouts over his back.

Joe looks over at me. I know now that we have unfinished business that I think I'm not up to at the moment. I'm not as bold as I was five minutes ago.

He swims to the edge, pulling himself up. He then turns to me, giving me his hand and a reassuring smile. The last time I remember him giving me his hand, I ended up ass down on a pavement. Perhaps I can trust him this time.

After I've dried myself up, I wrap the towel around me and head to my room for a change. I go to Moana's room after that.

I find her and Star seated on her bed, gossiping about the models that were in the Vague magazine resting in front of them.

I've come to realise these two are closer than before. I won't lie, I feel a little left out...and jealous, but that's my fault. I his myself in my room most of the time.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I ask as I settle in on the bed.

"We're talking about Andrew Westbrook. Did you know he got married a week ago? I feel so heartbroken!" Star gushes.

Of course I know Andrew Westbrook! The young most eligible billionaire bachelor. Ranked second most handsome guy in the world. Star always dreamed of being his soulmate. Pretty crazy, right? Though I don't blame her. He's every teenagers dream. Well, except me of course. Now he's married.

"I am so sorry to hear that, Star. But I'm sure Darrell will be a perfect replacement," I say.

At the mention of her boyfriend, her face immediately lights up. She's really falling for this guy. And hard. I just hope he doesn't break her heart or else I swear...

We start talking random things until night falls. I've noticed that Moana has been quite out of it. She wasn't her cheery self. I wonder why that is.

I decide to ask her before we head down to dinner. "Hey Moana, what's wrong? You don't look yourself."

"I feel a little bit sad," she says.

"Why is that?"

"Because... Joe's leaving!" Say what now? "He's flying out to London tomorrow morning and I feel sad that he'll be away from me."

I pull her in for a hug. I don't believe it. That jerk was just going to go without telling me? Don't I mean that much to him? I feel sad too, but right now my anger surpasses all.

After Moana has relaxed, she heads downstairs while I make my way to Joe's room. I open the door without knocking. My eyes land on his packed suitcases. He stands by his bed, folding more clothes into another suitcase on the bed.

"Wow, you already packed," I say the obvious.

He stops what he's doing and turns to me. "Yeah, well I've to get ready soon."

God knows why my anger skyrockets but I can practically see smoke from my ears.

"You were just going to go without telling me? Seems I'm the only one in this house who doesn't know!"

"Listen, I was going to tell you!"

"Oh yeah? When? Next year?"

"Erica..." He walks closer.

"Save your bullshit! I don't wanna hear it." I walk out of the room and head downstairs.

Before I enter the dining room, I take a few deep breaths and count one-to-ten. Helps ease my anger.

I go and sit down in my usual seat. Joe joins the table a few minutes later but I don't spare him a glance. I just continue eating. And ignoring his presence.

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A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this one.

The next chapter is going to be the last.

I wonder if Erica can stop him from living. Hmm...I guess we'll see.

Bye bye for now.

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TQ17

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