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Please comment and vote throughout this chapter, thank you.

-BWS

P.S. The picture that is attached actually is a scene in this chapter.

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"Well well well, look who it is" Ryder snickers.

I roll my eyes and plop down beside Ryder.

"I'm going out, anyone want to come?" he looks up from his phone.

I shake my head. "No, that sounds boring" I mumble.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. You would rather stay here and give James hickeys" I snickers.

"I did not!" I shout.

"So who did it then? Himself?" Grant gives me a questioning look.

"I would make out with myself if I could, like come on look at me" James smirks.

I look at him. He is really good looking.

James sits down beside me and wraps his arms around my shoulders.

"Plus, I would never make out with Vena. I got this from this girl back in New York" he lies through his teeth.

Grant narrows his eyes at him, but James doesn't back down.

"Whatever. I'll go out with you, Ryder. Vena go see if Grayson and Leah want to go" Grant tells me.

I shake my head and stand up. I wouldn't usually obey, but I am curious to what Grayson is up to.

I jog up the stairs and creep up to Grayson and Leah's room.

I open their door.

I almost laugh out loud at what I see. Grayson was on top of Leah, kissing her neck.

Well they are going to get an earful.

I clear my throat and Grayson jumps off of Leah and looks at me.

"Uh oh" Leah mouths.

Grayson gives me a half smile.

"I can explain?" He asks.

I smirk and cross my arms. "No need to. It's not my business. I just came up here for Grant to ask if you and Leah wanted to go out with him" I tell him.

"Are you and James going?" He asks.

I shrug, "I'm staying back because I'm a boring person, but I don't know about him" I glance over at the door.

Grayson shrugs, "I'll go. I'm kind of bored here" he glances back at Leah.

"You want to go?" He asks her.

"Um no-I mean yeah" she gives Grayson a threatening glare.

I nod and shut the door without saying anything.

I jog down the stairs and sit down beside James.

"Do you want to go?" He whispers in my ear.

I shake my head, "No, I think I'm good here" I pat the couch cushion.

He chuckles and pats my thigh.

I smile and glance at Grant who was staring at his phone intensely.

"Is everything alright?" I ask.

He looks up at me and nods, "Yes" he says unsurely.

I decide to not push on the subject because it seemed touchy.

I shrug and slouch in my seat.

James wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his chest.

I don't push him away because of what has happened between us in the last twenty four hours.

I place my hand on his chest and my head on his shoulder.

Grant looked up at his and gave us a small, tight smile.

I smile and listen to James's heartbeat.

"What do you want to do?" He asks.

I shrug into his body and grab his hand and lace my fingers through his.

I glance back at Grant and he was practically chewing off his finger nails.

He really didn't seem to care that his best friend and I were cuddling right in front of him.

I don't say anything because it seems like a family situation and I definitely didn't want to intrude.

"Just let him be, I'll talk to him later" James runs his hand through my hair.

I nod into his chest. He tightens his arms around me and kisses my head.

"That's it. I'm done with stupid love. I'm going out now" Grant stands up.

He stomps up the stairs and yells for Ryder.

I look up at James and he smiles. He glances at the staircase and then back at me. He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. I place my hand gently on the side of his face.

I push my lips harder against his and responds quickly by pulling me closer to him.

I pulls away for air. He smiles and brings my hand up to his lips.

I smile and wrap my arms around his torso.

"So what do you want to do" he asks.

I shrug. "I'm good right here" I snuggle into his chest.

He chuckles, "Whatever you want, my Darling".

I quickly stand up, making him fall to the ground.

"Ow!" He shouts.

I shrug, "You should be ready for anything" I hop off to the kitchen.

There wasn't really a reason to why I did that. It was just because I wanted to. I know in the future that he is going to do some dumb thing so why not give him what he deserves early.

I look through the cupboards for food. I always seem to be hungry, like always.

As soon as I turn around to keep looking, by back is pressed up against the cupboard door. I look at James, bewildered as he pushes up against me.

He leans in close to my ear, "you know that wasn't a very nice thing to do" he whispers huskily.

I take in a sharp intake as dips down and kisses right below my ear.

He chuckles and kisses up my face and just hovers above my lips.

I take control and press my lips against his with so much force that he steps backwards, grasping my waist.

His lips move against mine as wrap my arms around his neck.

He pulls away and breathes heavily, resting his forehead against mine.

"I can't keep doing this, Vena. Just let me have you" he begs.

It may have not meant to be heard of begging, but when I heard James plead it sure sounded like begging in my ears.

I frown. "I can't James" I back away from him.

He sighs deeply and sits down at a stool. "Why?" He looks over at me.

I shake my head, "You know why" I tell him.

He widens his eyes, "No, I don't. You have been giving me that same stupid damn excuse! I sick of this Vena! I can't do this anymore!" He shouts.

I shake my head and run out the room up to the room I'm staying in.

I absolutely hated it when James yelled at me, it was the worst feeling ever. I was always the girl who wouldn't back down from anyone. Not anymore, James changed that.

I shut the door quietly (so nobody bothers me with questions) and lock it.

I flop down in the bed lay my head down on the pillow, curling into a fetal position.

I don't know why I was letting him get to me. He just wouldn't understand that I don't know what I want right now. He expected me to know, but I don't.

The only thing I know is that I like the way he makes me feel. Kind of all warm inside, happy and cuddly.

Good lord, I need to stop thinking about him. I'm going to get a headache if I don't.

If I was going to get the message across to him that he hurt me then I guess I'm going to be in here for a while.

I, of course left my phone in the living room so I'm stuck in here.

I couldn't ask Grayson either because they left when the kitchen incident happened.

I groan and grab my book of the night side table and open it up, setting the book mark beside me.

My eyes skim over the last line I read last.

"I was once told that what you do in the present reflects your future. If you do and say the rights things, great things will happen"

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There was pounding on the door that took me out of my trance. I was in my perfect little world until that douche on the other side of the door had to ruin it.

"Vena let me it" James demands.

I don't let out a single sound. Let's just see what he has to say first.

He groans, "Darling please" he pleads.

Maybe he'll beg, that'd be funny.

I still stay quiet.

He gives the door another small knock, "Vena are you there? You're scaring me sweetheart. Are you okay?" He asks sweetly.

I shake my head. Stupid sweet talk. You can't let it get to you.

He starts to turn the handle frantically trying to get in, which scares me because if he breaks this door; he and I are both dead.

"Stop!" I shout at him and he obeys.

"Vena please let me in. I didn't mean to yell at you. I'm sorry if you feel like you are being pressured" he desperately says.

I groan and drag my feet to the door, standing inches from the door handle.

"Sweetheart, please let me in and we'll talk" he speaks in a gentle voice.

I reach for the door handle and then pull back. Is this just me giving into him again?

I can't keep on doing this.

"No" I whisper, but loud enough for him to hear through the door.

"No?" He asks.

I nod. I know he can't see me, but feel like knows what I did.

"Ven, please" he pleads.

"No James. Not anymore" I tell him.

I walk back over to the bed and pick up my book.

I hear him groan as his footsteps trample down the stairs.

I wish he'd understand.

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I wasn't really counting the hours I have been locked up in this room, but I that it has been way to long.

I'm hungry and all I can think about is food. Literally.

I'm letting him control me now.

I growl and shut my book, setting it aside. Unlocking it, I quietly creak the door open.

I make my footsteps absolutely silent as I walk down the stairs.

You can see the staircase from the couch, so I was praying that he was asleep or out.

Once I am halfway down the steps until I hear his deep voice. It is that deep, tired voice too.

Quite attractive if you ask me.

I really need to make up my mind already. I sound like a bipolar bitch.

"Maybe if you'd stop bothering her constantly, you would have the problem" he snaps.

I glance at the couch and see him laying down him my phone to his hear.

"Listen here, you little fucker. Stop calling, stop texting or even try to get in contact with Vena. She doesn't want you anymore" he snaps, sitting up.

"Yes, I do know that. She's mine not yours" he states proudly.

Then another pause.

"It's not called being possessive, it's called caring" and pressed the end call button.

He tosses my phone to the other side of the couch.

He groans and runs his hands through his hair with frustration.

Every time I saw him I just wanted to climb into his lap and cuddle with him.

But when he yelled at me, it made me feel so weak and if I just did go and cuddle with him that would be giving into him, again.

I mentally groan and jog down the rest of the stairs, making his swing his head around to look at me.

He stand up, "Vena please, just give me a chance. I'm so sorry" he pleads.

He slowly walks to me.

I hold my hands up to him, "I do understand, but when you yell it hurts" I turn away from him and scavenge through the cupboards.

The felt those big hands rest in my hips. I brush him away and open the fridge.

I bend down to grab the juice when I felt him slap my ass.

I stand straight up and glare at him. "You know, maybe you're the bipolar one. I mean you're so mad that I can't make up my mind, you still make all these move on me. How am I supposed to respond?" I set the juice down on the counter.

He too two big steps towards me and it wasn't two seconds later when his lips were just hovering above mine.

"Just like you always do, Darling" he whispers.

And just like that his lips were on mine, again.

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Sorry that took so long but I got a little busy. Anyways, a bunch of you guys keep on saying to not care what other people think of this story, but if I do get it published then it dies base off of what you guys think so could you please tell me what you thought if this chapter. I honestly don't know if I like it. And the character, please tell me what you thought of them at this point in time.

Thank you, BWS

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