Scarlett

"Don't you see? You just don't satisfy me the way Brock does. Face it Nick, you just can't handle a woman like me." The bleach blond girl sneers at the poor boy and starts to walk away with an overly buff man hanging off her arm. She turns around slightly, careful not to get thrown off balance in her 5 inch heels and says in a mocking tone, "Oh in case you didn't get it, we're over." She giggles lightly, fluttering her fake eyelashes and walks off, this time for good.

Nick stands there speechless wondering how this all had happened. He is taken by the arm and led out of the room, out of the house, out of the embarrassment he has yet to feel. He faintly hears someone talking, but isn't too concerned about it. Someone touches his face lightly, hesitantly, and he finally looks to see who has rescued him from the madness, not only the party, but the madness in his mind. He looks into Brown eyes, brown? No they have some green in them, or is that yellow, no it's both. Wow these eyes are amazing. His own eyes drift down a petit nose to full, red lips and pearly white teeth. The lips move almost in slow motion. Wait moving, that means she's speaking. I wonder what she's saying. Duh Nick, just listen. His ears magically start working and he's finally able to hear what she's saying.

"Nick, Nick are you okay? Come on talk, I know you can, you've been doing it for years. Come on work with me here, it's just like singing only simpler. Nick?"

"Yeah" His voice bursts out almost too soft to hear, but she heard it. A beautiful smile graces her face.

"Oh good, you can speak. I know this is a really dumb question, but are you okay?" she asks, her perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrow in concern.

"Yeah I'm, I'm fine actually, why? Should I not be fine?" he asks confused. She gives him a look of, is that disbelief, but doesn't get a chance to reply for another person has come into the picture.

"Excuse me, can I get you something?" he looks up to see a waitress. It was then he took the time to look around. It seems this beautiful girl has taken him to a small diner with an old 50s theme. They are currently seated at the counter, but could have sat anywhere seeing as the place was almost empty, there only being an old guy by himself and a family of 5. He turns around to be greeted with the impatient face of the waitress.

"Oh sorry, I'll have water." He says slightly flustered. The waitress rolls her eyes and pops her gum walking off to fill the order.

"Are you sure you're alright?" The girl says. He smiles at her.

"Yes I'm fine." Remembering his manners he asks. "Sorry, but who are you, I don't think we've met before." She smiles. God I wish she would never stop smiling.

"My name is B- Um Scarlet, Scarlet um Page." She says. Nick, too lost in her eyes, doesn't notice the fumble. "So . . . . . ."

Nick shakes himself awake. "My name's Nick Jonas."

"I know." She smiles again causing Nick to do the same thing. "So do you want to talk about it?"

Confused Nick asks, "Talk about what?"

"You're, um I guess it's ex now." She asks uncomfortable. Suddenly Nick remembers everything. Why everything happened. His girlfriend, well his exgirlfriend had been making out with, what was his name again? Brock? Whatever, and he'd caught her. The fight, oh my god the fight in front of everyone.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." Nick says depressed.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, oh man I'm such a loser, I didn't mean to make you feel bad." Scarlet rushes out to follow nick out the diner door. "Why don't you let me take you home or something, to make up for, well, to"

"It wasn't your fault, it was mine so don't feel bad." Nick says eyes on the ground still walking.

Scarlet rushes in front of him stopping him from continuing walking and puts her hands on the sides of his face forcing him to meet her strong gaze. "Don't you think that. It wasn't your fault, you hear me? It was hers, that-"she stops, shakes her head then continues. "Um, just don't you think it was your fault because it wasn't okay?" she softly with pleading eyes.

"Sure" he says after a while.

"Good." Scarlet says, and then realizing her position, she removes her hands quickly and smiles. "Come on let's take you home, you've had a rough night." She says.

"No." Nick says simply.

"What?" she says caught off guard.

"I can't go home, not yet. Let's go somewhere else." He says then stops to think. With determination blazing in his eyes, and maybe a hint of madness, he grabs the back of her head and kisses Scarlet fervently. Surprised Scarlet just stands there, but seeing as he apparently wasn't giving up until he got some reaction out of her, she closes her eyes and kisses him back expertly. They unlock their lips, breathing slightly irregular. He smiles and she returns it eagerly. This time she's the one to act first bringing her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his. He smiles in the kiss and holds her firmly in place. They part this time and Nick's eyes fill with lust, but instead of clamping them down like he usually does, he let his body fill with it. In a spurt of pure lust and, again, slight madness he grabs her hand and begins walking off down the street dragging Scarlet with him.

"Where are we going?" Scarlet all but yells at the mad man dragging her down the street.

"A motel room." He says huskily.

Her breath hitches and she smiles rakishly. "Okay then let's go this way, I know one close."

She leads him down a few blocks before stopping in front of a shabby motel. He opens the door and heads to the front desk paying for a night. The man behind the counter gives Nick a key and as the couple walk out he gives Scarlet a knowing wink smiling. Nick opens the door to a dark, stuffy room, but doesn't take it in. He's not really taking anything in right now. The only thing on his mind is getting back at Stacy (his ex) by satisfying another woman. A mad idea he admits, but right now, he's not in his right mind, so it is perfectly acceptable. He turns around from turning the light on to see Scarlet putting the do-not-disturb sign on the door and locking it with a devilish smile on those beautiful lips of hers. It's only a plus to have such a willing, beautiful girl to use for his revenge. Taking his Chastity Ring off his finger and putting it on the bedside table he doesn't stop to think, doesn't stop because he knows if he allows himself to stop, he'll realize what he's doing and will have to stop himself. Stop himself from ruining his promise, his career, and his dignity. No he couldn't stop now, he's wanted this for far too long, and stopping is out of the question now. Scarlet is on him, kissing him fervently. He returns it with the same forcefulness. The rest, as we say, is history, and will change both their lives forever.