Prologue

The blaring sounds of Kid Elrich echoed through the packed auditorium, but Manny Santos wasn't even listening. She was too wrapped up in kissing on some guy that she didn't even know. But it didn't matter, she was too drunk to realize that she did know the guy's name and his hand was already creeping up her tight, jean skirt.

When he leaned back to see if it was alright for him to keep going, Manny pulled him back, needing the feeling of someone's lips on hers again.

"Hey, wait, whoa," the guy said when Manny tried to unbutton his pants. "How old are you?"

"It doesn't matter, I won't tell," she slurred, breathing heavily.

"How old are you?" he asked roughly.

"Nineteen," she spat out, "do you want to do this or not?"

"Hell yes," Smiling, the guy led her to a back room.

Manny let herself be led to a dressing room of some kind, and the guy closed and locked the door. The guy kissed her heatedly, his hand steadily creeping up her tight black tank top.

"So, what's your name?" Manny asked him, as he sucked on her neck.

"Tristan…Markovitz…" he answered with some difficulty.

Manny tangled her hands in his thick dark brown hair, and enjoyed the feeling of Tristan's mouth on her neck. She slid her hands up and down his now shirtless back, and let herself be lowered onto the smooth leather couch.

"What's your name?" Tristan asked, pushing her skirt up on her hips.

"Manuela Santos," she giggled.

His hand fluttered up her thigh and the next thing Manny knew, he had swiftly entered her and she was moaning softly. She hadn't felt like this since that night in the garage with Craig nearly three years ago. The feeling was ecstasy and she loved every minute of it.

But soon, the feeling was gone when she screamed out Tristan's name and fell limp under him. Manny placed a hand on her sweaty chest, as Tristan gave a hard grunt, and collapsed on side of her. Tristan kissed her neck once, before removing himself from her, and standing up.

Tristan buttoned his pants, and Manny hiked down her skirt, smoothing out her hair, and fanning herself off.

Manny smiled clumsily, and giggled, "Well, Tristan, you were good. But I have to go now; don't want Mommy dearest to worry!"

"Wait, where do we go from here?" he asked, while grabbing her hand to stop her from walking out the door.

"I don't know…maybe to Starbucks!" Manny giggled drunkenly, and then added, "You just better hope you didn't get me having a baby! That would be trouble on the both of me!"

And leaving Tristan standing there, confused and a little hurt, Manny stumbled from the room, disappearing into the crowd of eager and wild Kid Elrich fans.

"Does this mean we are back together?" Ellie asked, as she and Sean walked down the busy streets of Toronto to the Grande Oaks Hotel.

"I don't know, El, I thought this was just to see if there was anything else left between us. I didn't know if you wanted something after this," Sean said uncomfortably.

Ellie looked away, fighting back tears. So, this is what this was. Just a good lay before Sean went back to Wasaga. Ellie shrugged like she didn't care as Sean led her into an elevator and they got off in their floor.

Room number twelve-thirteen was a beautiful, suite-type place that looked like neither of them could afford—a king-sized bed, large window that overlooked downtown Toronto, and a bathroom with shower and tub. It was beautiful enough to make Ellie wish she could share with someone who deserved it; not someone who just wanted a good lay before running off again.

"Let's get this over with," Ellie sighed, leaning back on the bed and propping herself up on her elbows.

"If you want to take this kind of attitude, its fine with me," Sean shrugged and pulling his shirt off.

For a while, they kissed and felt on each other, before Sean unzipped Ellie's skirt, and slid it off her hips. Ellie, in turn, unbuttoned Sean's jeans. Soon, both of them were naked and heated.

"You ready?" Sean asked, tentatively positioning himself over her entrance.

"Not like we haven't done this before," Ellie panted, and concentrated on the window while Sean entered her.

Ellie was overcome with several different emotions: hate, anger, passion, sadness, excitement, and joy. It felt good to have Sean touching her again, holding her again, and kissing her again. But knowing what was going to happen after this, Ellie was also angry and hurt. He didn't even want to continue with a relationship after tonight and while Ellie pretended not to care, it hurt her so much.

When Sean gave a huge sigh, and she felt him spill his seed inside her, she let the tears come. She rolled over and covered herself with the thick comforted and silently sobbed.

Ellie didn't want to let Sean go, she didn't want him to leave, but as Sean's body spooned against hers, she let herself savor the feeling of Sean touch one more time. Before he left her forever.

These two girls were from completely world and not even good friends, but they were about to share something that would ultimately change their worlds. Something that would either bring them together or tear them apart. It was going to be a long rollercoaster ride for Manuela Santos and Eleanor Nash.