Stone
(One Shot)

I walked through the living room holding the champagne flute filled with some sort of alcohol, I don’t think I needed to know the name of, and spotted him. He was sitting on the couch in the middle of the room making out with a sophomore from his Chemistry class. I knew this because he’s stupid at Chemistry and needs to take a pewee class in order to get all of his credits and graduate with the rest of us this spring. I stumbled in my three inch Vera Wang’s because I was a bit tipsy and scowled.

I wasn’t drunk since I wanted to be sober when confronting him about the night we had but obviously he’d moved on. It pissed me off really though I don’t know why. I mean we both knew it was just a one night stand but the fact that he rode it off so quickly kind of irks me.

I downed the champagne flute in one gulp and set it on the tray of jello shots that were going around. The sophomore holding that looked at me with a nasty face and was about to say something rude.

“Fuck off,” I hissed quietly waving her out of my way with a sneer and a glance up and down. Her outfit was less than acceptable and definitely a knock off. I can’t believe they let people like her into these things. I can’t believe I still come to these things as a senior. I should be too mature for this crap.

I was once again at a wild and crazy high school party because my friend, Sam, had the hots for this guy Trevor, who liked to party. A lot. So every time he asked her to come with him she drags my hot ass along because I’ll watch out for her in the end and make sure she doesn’t do anything too stupid.

Like I did last night.

Bastard.

I squared my shoulders and walked out of the room in search of Sam. I needed to vent and I needed to vent now! I tracked her down in the kitchen and saw her standing beside Trevor. Very close to Trevor. He had his hand placed on the small of her back and was leaning down to whisper something in her ear which she laughed at. I found it cute and disgusting at the same time. Why couldn’t I find a guy like that? They were so fucking adorable together it was nauseating.

“Sam, I need to talk to you, now!” I hissed grabbing onto her arm and pulling her out of the kitchen. The music that was pounding through the house seemed to echo off the kitchen walls and multiply by thousands. It was excruciating pain against my headache that was arising like they always did when I got mad.

“Go ahead, I’ll be here.” Trevor said waving her along. Like I was going to give her a choice? At least he was nice about it, that’s saying something.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Lil,” Sam shrieked pulling her arm from my grasp once we’d gotten to the third floor which only housed a small bedroom and bathroom. I twisted open the bathroom door and looked around with a grimace. The place was too quaint to be cute. I won’t go into detail, it’s not important.

“I need to vent.” I hissed pushing aside the terracotta teapot shaped like a fish to match the interior of the bathroom that was sitting on the counter and hopping onto it.

“And you chose now as a good time to do it?” she shrieked taking a seat on the toilet which I’d let her have because I knew she liked it. We did these vents quite often and had our places staked out. Not in this specific bathroom of course, but in all bathrooms. She got the toilet seat; I got the bathtub or counter.

“Yes,”

“What’s it about?”

“I slept with Luke Stone last night.” I muttered chewing on my fingernails which I knew Sam hated.

“Oh my god, Lil.” She shrieked even louder looking at me. I’d only slept with one other guy before and that had been on my sixteenth birthday with my at-the-time boyfriend and I thought he L’d me. Yeah, I don’t say that ‘L’ word anymore thanks to him. He’s kinda fucked it over for me.

“I know.” I whined wringing my hands and staring at them. God they were hideous. They made me look ten times older than I was. I’m only eighteen for fucks sack and my hands make me look like I’m twenty-five.

“And now?” she continued.

“Now he’s downstairs reviving the life of Christina Keeger, or sucking it from her, whichever you’d like to refer to it as.” I waved my hand in the air as if the matter didn’t bother me. But that’s the great thing about my best friend she can see through the fake smile that I so often plaster on.

“Jesus Lil, I’m sorry.” She said slowly and softly burying her head in her hand before wiping it through her hair. “What are you gonna do?”

“Nothing,” I shrugged and hopped off the counter. I stared at my appearance for a second before flattening down a few pieces of hair that had gotten out of place. My short black Dior dress was riding up my thighs, not like it stopped very far past their size two-ness, but it still looked like a dress. The spaghetti straps were too long and kept sliding down my bare shoulders but since it was my sisters dress and I stole it from her wardrobe of things she’d never deem worthy to wear, because she was just that prudish, I had to live with that I found.

“You can’t seriously just say you’re going to do ‘nothing’.” Sam hissed looking at me again.

“Well what am I supposed to do?”

“Well for starters I’d be fucking mad as hell.” She stated standing beside me and after glancing me over to make sure I looked okay she turned to her own reflection and checked it out.

“I am fucking mad as hell.” I said angrily after taking a deep sigh before I started to pace the bathroom. “In fact I’m so fucking mad that I’d probably fuck the next guy I see.”

“Hey, I’ll take you up on that offer.” She muttered with a small laugh thinking I wasn’t really serious.

I wretched open the bathroom door without thinking and stalked out into the hall. I gasped when I noticed who was leaning against the wall opposite the bathroom with his arms crossed and a small grin on his face. He looked bored and intrigued at the same time. One, yes only one, of his eyebrows was cocked as he stared at my appearance in…approval?

“Stone?” I stuttered in surprise and nervousness as I glanced behind me at Sam. She had her eyebrows fully raised as a grin spread across her face. She opened the bathroom door wider and followed me out into the hall.

“Joshua Stone?” she stated as if it weren’t already obvious.

“Samantha Dale and Lillian McQueen.” Stone said nodding to both of us even though he said my name about ten times slower than he said Sam’s. I gulped and stared at Sam for help.

“Hey, you said it babe.” She laughed giving me a pat on the romp before pushing past me and walking down the stairs slowly since they were so steep. “Have fun, be safe, and wear—”

“Yes, thank you Sam,” I snapped before she could finish her sentence. It was a funny quote we say to each other when we’re going on dates. Have fun, be safe and wear a condom. It’s just our thing and I didn’t want to imply sex towards Stone anymore than I needed to.

Stone happened to be the best friend of Luke and the proclaimed asshole of our school. Luke was the golden god and Stone was his less than perfect side kick who was about ten times hotter and could take over in a second if he really wanted to. They ran together like water and vinegar and really had no business being friends, except for the fact that their mothers have attended yogalates together since the boys were in the womb and their fathers happened to be brothers.

Which made them cousins; which was even worse.

Stone was taller than me, which is saying something as I’m 5’10” and freakishly thin, and he had a body built like a European god. Dark wavy hair that fell around his frame and flipped out to perfection, a look that would be almost gayish on other guys but worked for him, dark brown eyes that seemed to almost be black and would melt a popsicle on the fourth of July, a smile that broke out into dimples on the rare occasion that he showed it.

The very rare occasion.

“So.” He said standing up to his full height, 6’4” and definitely having a few extra inches on me. Did I mention he was the star basketball player even though he didn’t show up for half the practices and was late to every game? But he scored seventy percent of the points the last season and his father just donated a new gym so they allowed him to stay on the team, without probation.

“What?” I replied with a shrug since my arms were crossed by then as well.

“Are we going to fuck or not?” he asked blatantly. That was the thing about Stone; he never did things in a round about way. He was a straight shooter through-and-through.

“Will it make a difference if we do?” I asked in reply which made him lower his eyebrow. I guess any reaction is a good reaction except he refused to give me one. “Look, I’m already pissed enough that I got screwed over, literally, by your best friend. I don’t think sleeping with you is going to do anything but make the situation worse.” I hissed clenching my teeth together.

“Do you even like him?” he asked closing the space between us, which wasn’t very much, slowly and running his hand up my arm. It sent shivers throughout my body and made me heat up which wasn’t a reaction I was expecting. I shook off his hand and glared towards him.

“What?”

“Do you even really like him?” he asked again plain and simple. “I mean the guy is stupid as shit and I just don’t see someone like you being with him.”

“What?” I sputtered. “He’s your best friend—your fucking cousin—how can you say that?”

“Because, it’s the truth, the guy may be my best friend but he’s an idiot and a dick and quite frankly I could give a shit less if he screwed you over. You should have been smart enough to know better.”

“How dare you say that!” I hissed pointing a finger towards him as if I were all big and powerful even though he clearly had the advantage.

“Whatever, McQueen, are we fucking or not?”

“No, we are—”

“If you want to screw over Luke this is the fastest way to do it, you decide.” He stated.

That stopped me.

Okay, I know I’m a pretty smart person, second highest grades in the class since for some strange un-known reason Stone has the highest, and I know I have a pretty strong moral code, which I’ve bent a time or two, and I’m definitely not the sluty type, every girl has her dirty little demons that she wants to unleash, but his offer was so tempting and it made perfect sense.

Fuck over the asshole by fucking the asshole who happened to be his best friend.

“How do you know that?” I asked hesitantly though I could tell a glimmer of amusement flickered in his eye since he knew he’d hit a weak spot and I was cracking.

“Because I’m his best friend, McQueen, trust me.” he said simply while shrugging his shoulders and waiting for my reply. He was hot, he was built and he was offering himself to me for my services. I was on birth control and I’m going to assume we’d use a condom so I was safe in that department.

So why not?

Why not have a really great one night stand to end them all?

Metaphorically speaking, of course.

“Okay,” I said softly after taking a deep breath.

“Good.” He muttered giving me half a smile which I suspected was forced. Of course he was only doing this to get a good lay, because I’m going to be a little conceited and say I’m a good lay, but it would have been nice if he’d given a little effort.

He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me towards him. I landed against his chest surprised and grabbed onto his black t-shirt. Not really knowing what was happening I was pretty stunned when he started to kiss me in the hallway. I mean I knew things were going to go like this but I didn’t think we’d do it right there! I thought we’d go to one of our places and do it.

His hands ran through my hair a few times which I knew was fussing it up and his tongue drank from my mouth like he hadn’t tasted water in ages. He was a damn good kisser though, I couldn’t fake that. I moaned against his lips and pressed myself further against him wanting more. We could do it in the hall; I had no problem with that.

As soon as I allowed myself to accept that fact he pulled away from me and backed up a few steps. I teetered a little bit from the lack of structure holding me up and coughed to hide my embarrassment. He sighed and wiped his lips before rubbing them together and entwining his fingers in mine.

“We just needed to ruffle you up a little bit.” He explained swatting my hands away which were moving to smooth down my hair. “Make it look like we really want to sleep with each other.”

He pulled me down the stairs with him towards the first floor, me stumbling the entire way and receiving glares from every girl we passed. We must have looked like quite a couple leaving that party, the two hottest people in the senior class looking frazzled and obviously raging with hormones. I mean we were even dressed pretty damn alike and it was quite obvious what we were headed off to do. We’re prep school kids, we all sleep around with each other. I was betting half of those girls that eyed us had already tasted Joshua Stone and knew exactly what I was in for.

We stopped in the living room on our way out, which I wasn’t expecting, and saw Luke still making out with whats-her-butt. “Why are we stopping?” I hissed grabbing his hand with both of mine.

“I’m not going to explain myself.” He hissed giving me one of those not-so-subtle looks that’s supposed to mean either play-along or what-the-fuck-are-you-doing. He pulled me up next to him and wrapped his arm around my waist, stroking my side with his hand as he did so.

“Luke, I’m leaving, so find a different ride home.” Stone said kicking his friend. Luke stopped his make-out session slowly and turned to Stone with red-rimmed eyes and a bored look on his face. He glanced between Stone and myself, who was going weak at the knees at having Stone nibbling on my ear, before closing his mouth and replying.

“Whatever, man.” He muttered before going back to him current activity. I rolled my eyes and almost huffed as Stone turned me around and steered me outside. I didn’t get a chance to see Sam on the way out but I didn’t think it really mattered. She was going home with Trevor either way.

Stone drove a nice car, to say the least since it was a new 2008 Mercedes which didn’t even come on the market for another six months, and the interior was nothing but top notch. He’d even decked it out with subwoofers and small plasma tv’s on either side of the dash. The drive was in complete silence, I realized after a few minutes that we were headed towards his place and I cleared my throat to speak.

“Lets go to my place.” I muttered knowing that if we did it there than he could leave directly after and wouldn’t have to drive me home and make me spend more time with him. Not that I would mind but still, this was strictly, strictly, a one night stand.

Stone didn’t even listen to me but continued driving towards his own house.

“I said; let’s go to my pla—”

“I heard what you fucking said.” He replied quietly even though it was pretty damn demanding.

I swallowed and turned to stare out the window as his bluntness unnerved me. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I hadn’t heard great things about Stone’s bedside manner and I don’t know why I jumped the gun on all of this. Sleeping with him to get back at his best friend whom I wasn’t even dating but would rather fuck over because my pride was hurt was not the best way to go about getting my revenge.

“You know what; maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” I said nodding my head as if that was going to convince me that turning down the hottest guy in school was the right thing to do.

“Why?” he replied turning to look at me. I could have sworn that for a second there he flashed a ray of disappointment and hurt across his face before it was replaced with stone.

“Because this situation is weird and awkward and I don’t know what I was thinking by agreeing to sleep with you.”

“You were thinking you wanted to get back at Luke.”

“There’s no way in hell it’s going to matter to Luke if you sleep with me and add me as another tally on your list of lays that the two of you will probably laugh about later so I might as well save the smidgen of dignity I have left and stop this before it even starts.” I said quickly hoping he would just pull over and let me out of the car.

“Oh please, like we talk about the people we sleep with.” He rolled his eyes and turned to stare out the window as if he didn’t want to listen to what I had to say.

“Then howdo you know this will affect him so much? If he doesn’t give a damn about whom you sleep with and if he doesn’t even know whom you sleep with, then why are we doing this?”

“Trust me.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because, you haven’t given me a reason to trust you.”

“I haven’t given you a reason not to trust me as well.”

“That makes no sense.”

“No, you make no sense. Look, Luke’s going to be affected by the fact that I’m making ‘L’ with a gorgeous woman like yourself and even more upset that he lost his chance at having a real relationship with you by acting like his normal self-imposed—self—and giving into his male chauvinistic need for more teenage indecency, okay?” That was exactly what he said except he actually said the ‘L’ word. I just like to paraphrase.

“No! Not okay!” I replied after a few minutes of paused air in which I took the time to register what he said. It was way too weird for my mind.

“Why not?” he replied with an annoyed tone as his voice rose a few levels to match mine.

“Because there were too many words in that sentence that doesn’t sound like either of you!”

“Like what?”

“Like, relationship, which isn’t even a word in Luke’s vocabulary and self-imposed, which I doubt even you know the meaning of and male chauvinistic or teenage indecency, just say the guy is a pig-headed asshole who likes to fuck and making ‘L’, what is with that? I thought all we were doing was fucking?” I hissed staring at him.

“Making—what?” he replied since I obviously hadn’t said the ‘L’ word.

“You know what you said.” I muttered ignoring the fact that he was asking about my phobia of the word.

“Yeah, but why didn’t you say it?”

“I don’t say that word.”

“What word?—L—” he actually said it, again.

“Yes, that word. I don’t say it.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to, I don’t like the word.”

“But people say it all the time; it’s not something you can refuse to hear.”

“No, people do not say it all the time. My parents have never said it to me, they haven’t so much as blown me a kiss since I was born and the one guy who did say it to me broke my heart after I lost my virginity to him because apparently I wasn’t as good in bed as the other blonde he was fucking at the time. So no, Stone, people don’t say that word all the time and even when they do it’s such a common word that it doesn’t mean anything anymore! People throw it around like it’s free candy or something so it’s lost all its significance.”

He glanced between the road and me and I could tell he wanted to give me a look of pity or say something out of pity which was not what I wanted to hear at the moment. So I don’t have people expressing themselves to me in that form everyday, who cares? It wasn’t like it was something I needed to live with.

“Just fucking drive and forget about it.” I hissed crossing my arms over my chest and glaring out the window. Now I wanted a fuck because I was so pissed off that it would relax me.

“Stop being such a tight-wad.” He muttered pulling into his mile long driveway and parking in the circular lot in front of his house. He put the emergency brake on since it was a standard and jumped out of the car before I could respond. He walked around and opened my door for me before bowing and directing the way inside. I almost wanted to laugh at that but I rolled my eyes. Stone was not one to be romantic.

Nobody was awake when we entered but the entryway, which was about three stories high, lights were on and the entire place seemed rather lively. Except the glass windows only showed the dark night with a tint of moon.

Stone entwined his fingers in mine again while leading the way up his stairs. He caught me on the top landing and pressed me against the wall as his lips collided with my own. I’d never felt the lust that radiated through my skin like I did when Stone touched me. I didn’t know a kiss could be as soft and passionate at the same time. I mean things like this only seem to happen in movies and romantic novels. They weren’t supposed to happen in real life, and they weren’t supposed to happen with the bad-ass of the school who is clearly using me for his psychotic kicks.

I wrapped my arms around his neck either way and let him slowly undress me as we made our way to his bedroom. I had already removed his shirt and belt and was halfway to pulling off his pants when he slipped my dress over my head and threw it across the room somewhere. We slid onto the bed together as the heat radiated off his body towards mine and I felt him go hard between my legs. He obviously worked fast.

“Do you have a condom?” I managed to whimper out as his lips trailed down between my breasts towards my bellybutton.

“No.” he muttered so soft I almost didn’t hear it.

“What?”

“No, I don’t have a condom.”

“What guy doesn’t have a condom?” I asked pushing him off of me so I could talk to him semi-sanely.

“I don’t use them?” he replied as if it were the most common thing in the world.

“Why not?”

“Because, they minimize the pleasure experience.” He said it like he was reciting a commercial for anti-condom people which only pissed me off.

“Well then we can’t do this?”

“Why not? Aren’t you on the pill?”

“Of course I’m on the pill, that’s not what using a condom is for.”

“What else would it be for?”

“Contracting something; how do I know that you’re clean?”

“Because I am.”

“How can you be sure? I mean your track record is a mile long, who knows what you’ve picked up!” I hissed grabbing onto his shoulders to stop him from kissing my collar bone which wasn’t helping my argument.

“Trust me, I’m clean.” He chuckled placing his arms on either side of my frame as he lay on top of me and rocked against me. I wanted to let him go ahead and do it but I knew that it was better to be safe than sorry.

“But—”

“Are you clean?” he interrupted which, I admit, shocked me.

“What?” I replied cocking my eyebrows towards him in question.

“Are. You. Clean? I mean from the number of guys you seem to be going through lately how can Ibe sure youhaven’t picked something up?”

“Oh—real funny Stone—real funny. I’m clean, don’t you fucking worry.” I said sarcastically giving his shoulder a hit for good measure as he chuckled.

“Trust me, I don’t.”

“Well, fine.

“Good.”

“Good.”

“Yeah, so can we have sex now?”

“No!” I whined crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to cover them but they were too massive to hide.

“Why not?” he replied a bit peeved that I was turning away from him.

“Because the mood is totally killed; you killed the mood!”

“Then I’ll bring it back to life again!” he disappeared underneath the covers momentarily until I felt him appear again between my legs. He definitely brought the mood back to life again quickly and yeah, we had some awesome sex.

We lay in bed an hour later watching Dirty Dancing on his plasma tv that popped up from the end of his bed. I admit it was a shocker to me when he didn’t pull away as soon as we were finished and insist I leave. I mean I expected him to do that, but he didn’t. Instead he wrapped his arms around me and spooned while talking softly in my ear.

Then, after laughing and actually have a normal conversation in which we both decided we were too wide awake to fall asleep he turned over, flipped a switch, and up popped the tv for our viewing pleasures. I choose Dirty Dancing from his previously videoed movies stored on his system, which he insisted was his little sisters workings though I have no reason to think that she would spend her time playing around in his bed with his television…I’m not even going to go into that.

So we lay awake for the rest of the morning, because it was about one by then, and watched movies until the sun rose. I didn’t fall asleep until five and I still had Stone’s arms wrapped around me. He never let go and even complained when I left to go to the bathroom for a few minutes before slipping his arms back around me when I returned.

It was nice. It was…different. I mean my first…thing…had never been cuddly afterwards. He immediately wanted a shower and didn’t even stick around for the after sex, sex. I mean I’d heard some couples jump right back in after having a small cool down but he didn’t even care. And Luke…well Luke just wasn’t a very mushy kind of guy. He didn’t have the whole I-actually-want-to-be-here vibe. Not the one Stone was so admittedly giving off. Which was weird enough; to say the least?

But then he had to go and be a mood killer again. Actually he had to be an almost life killer, because I swear to god if I hadn’t fallen asleep and thought this moment was a dream I would have strangled him silly.

“I love you.” He’d whispered as I drifted into oblivion as the first rays of the morning sun touched his floor to ceiling, twenty foot ceiling might I add, windows with their sheer white curtains which gave off a very European feel to the room. Those three little words haunted me for the two hours of sleep I got until we were rudely awoken by Luke.

Yes, Luke stormed into Stone’s bedroom at seven in the morning apparently haven taken a fresh shower and changed his clothes to a more drop-dead-sexy look, complete with gelled hair and new cologne. Stone yelled towards him and threw the covers over us from where we were still spooning on the bed. I buried my head in his pillow and willed myself to die. This could not be happening!

But then again, hadn’t Stone warned me that Luke would find out and be pissed? Or something along those lines, apparently he just wasn’t going to tell me how.

“What the fuck Josh?” Luke roared looking between the two of us as we stared back at him through our surprise and grogginess. “You lost your virginity to her?”

I think that was the moment I really, truly, would have died. Stone tensed up against my back momentarily before relaxing and I’m assuming putting on his stone exterior. No pun intended. I wouldn’t have believed Luke but Stone sealed his own fate by making that slight move which I happened to feel.

I turned around in bed and stared at Stone; pulling the covers around my torso as I did so Luke wouldn’t get another show for free. Stone sat up as well and stared at me, ignoring Luke who was pacing in front of the bed on a crazy rant about the two of us together.

“Were you—” my sentence trailed off as I stared at him. He didn’t reply for a while as he blinked at me through his hazy morning eyes. He swallowed and ran his fingers down my arm which only made me shiver and grow warm.

“Does it surprise you?” he whispered kissing my shoulder and waiting for my reply.

“But what about—” I trailed off again and cleared my throat before continuing. This was all coming as quite a shock to me and I didn’t know how I was going to handle it all. Stone was supposed to be the top notch guy in the school. He’d slept with more girls than I could count on my hands and toes together. He was with a different girl every weekend and all of them bragged about his size and strength in bed. The girls compared every guy they slept with to Stone! How could he be a virgin if everyone said they’d slept with him?

“—I mean so many people have said that they’ve slept with you. That they—I mean this can’t even be—” I trailed off since I didn’t even know what to say.

“People talk when they’ve been rejected.” He muttered refusing to remove his eyes from mine. “They’d rather build up the theatrics instead of accepting that they weren’t good enough. Nobody was ever good enough.”

“Of course they do; everybody fucking talks when it’s about sleeping with Stone even if it doesn’t happen because they can’t handle rejection.” Luke stated even though Stone had just told me the same thing.

“Do you mind?” I asked glaring towards him. He stopped his pacing and turned to me with shocked and angry eyes.

“Yeah, I do mind. I do mind that you’re such a fucking slut that you went off and slept with my best friend the day after we slept together!” Luke said staring towards me.

“Oh please, you don’t really care. It doesn’t bother you in the least since you were sucking off to Christina last night. All that bothers you is that I’m not sitting at home pining over you with a gallon of Ben & Jerry’s.” I snapped in return with a roll of my eyes. Men and their egos, I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand them.

Luke stared at me as if he were trying to find the right words to respond. What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t deny that he had been kissing another girl last night, probably kissed more than her in fact, and he couldn’t admit that it bothered him that I wasn’t crying over his sorry ass like he expected me to. Granted it didn’t have to be his best friend but that was the whole point of choosing Stone; wasn’t it?

“Look, do you two love birds want me to leave you alone?” Luke said since I’d turned back to Stone and was searching his eyes for an answer. I don’t know what the answer that I was searching for was but I was definitely looking for one. Luke left in a huff and muttered something about being completely unfair that Stone finally got who he wanted.

“Because, I’ve wanted you for a lot longer than you’d ever expect.” Stone muttered answering whatever question he figured out I had to ask. He was lying down on the bed beneath me. I pushed his bangs off of his forehead so I could see his dark brown orbs. They were chocolate brown, absolutely delicious and I wanted them. I couldn’t believe Stone of all people was the guy I would end up with, but the situation seemed to call for it.

“About what you said earlier—” I trailed off trying to think of how to ask this question.

“You mean when I said I loved you?” he asked running his hand along my arm.

“Yeah,” I sighed blushing for the first time in four years and closing my lips together. “Did you mean it?”

“Yes.” He replied staring at me without blinking. I believed him. There was no way, looking at Stone, that I couldn’t believe him. It seemed so true that it was ridiculous. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I don’t think I felt the same way about Stone but I knew I one day would. Because I had a feeling we were going to be the IT couple for many, many years.

“So…” I sighed crossing my arms over his chest and leaning my chin on top of those. “Why didn’t we go to my place? You never answered me before?”

“Because this way I could make you stay longer.” He chuckled running his hand through my hair before he leaned forward and kissed me. Ah dammit; he turned my own strategy against me. “And I’m sure this will only make the situation between you and Luke worse—” he continued pulling away from me “—but I figured it would be better to get it all out in the open now so you can throw a hissy fit before having amazing sex with me.”

“And what would that be, Stone?”

“He only slept with you to piss me off.”

A/N: I've actually had this stored in my computer for a long time. I don't remember when I wrote it but it was probably on a whim sometime. I realize that I have alot of these stored all over the place. Heh...

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