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Warnings: Strong language and even stronger (very strong) sexual content.

Katie's POV

I stood there, staring at Kyle. He had to be kidding me.

"I'm sorry, K," he said, twisting his fingers together. "It's nothing against you. You're great. But, I'm just not feeling it."

I blinked. What else could I do? I mean, here he stood, telling me he was dumping me to see another girl, one who was tall, perky, blonde, wore shirts so low that when she leaned over, she was in danger of flashing the world, and he expected me to just swallow it, like a pill. And all the while he stood there, wearing the t-shirt I had bought him for his birthday.

Well. That's loyalty for you. Fickled little bastard.

I forced a smile. "You know what, have fun."

"Really? You mean that? We can still be friends, right?"

I gritted my teeth. "Of course. After all, when my dog died, my mom told me I could keep it."

He blinked. "Huh?"

I shook my head. "Just stay away from me. And the guys...It'd be best for your health."

"Huh?" he said again. "Why would you keep a dead dog? Did you stuff it?"

"We're moving on here!" I cried, snapping my fingers in front of his face. "I just told you to stay away from me. Your health is in danger here, dude, and you're worried about a stuffed dog?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, that's kinda creepy..."

"If you don't get out of here and do as I said, you'll be stuffed."

"How would I be stuffed? I mean - "

I pushed him towards his car. "Just go!"

"But-"

"Go!"

He gave me an offended and confused look, like he couldn't believe I was treating him like this after all he had done for me. You know, like break up with me so that he could date another girl, while wearing a birthday present from me.

I rolled my eyes and walked back into the house.

James was lounging on the couch. The TV was on, but he wasn't paying any attention to the HBO show that was playing - he was too busy texting someone, and continuously rolling his eyes.

I let out a breath and headed for the stairs.

James glanced up at me. "Hey, what's up? What did Kyle want? You look a little pissed off."

My jaw clenched. "To breakup so he could date some perky busted blonde," I gritted out.

James's jaw dropped. "You're kidding me! He was wearing the t-shirt that you gave him for his birthday! How could he break up with you while wearing that?!"

"I know!"

"What a motherfucker!"

"Agreed."

He glanced at the TV, his eyes widened for a moment when he saw the sex scene that was playing on mute, and flipped it off. The screen went black.

He stood up and walked over to me. "What're you going to do?"

I laughed.

"What?"

"You."

"Huh?"

"The TV," I laughed.

"Whaaaaa...ohhhh."

I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes. "Moving past the sex scene now."

"What am I going to do? Show him I don't need him."

"Sounds like you need a new guy."

A grin crossed my face and I looked up at him. "Hey, Jaaammiiieee..."

He looked scared. "Oh no..."

"Be my fake boyfriend?"

"You know, those are four words a guy hopes to never hear in the same sentence..."

I bit my lip. "Okay...James, be my boyfriend? Are those four better?"

He gaped at me. "Huh?" he said helplessly.

"Please?"

He whimpered. "You want me to fake date you to get Kyle back?"

"Please?" I begged. "I'll do whatever you want."

His eyes widened. He had a trapped look on his face.

"For a month," I added.

"A month? And then - what - we fake break up?"

"No, I mean, I'll do whatever you want for the next month."

"What if I told you that meant having sex with me every single night, and going down on me in the shower every morning?" he tried.

My eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"That's what I thought."

"That's not what I meant by anything!"

"And what did you mean by anything?" he leaned against the staircase banister, arms crossed, an amused look spreading across his face.

"I meant, like making you breakfast, doing your laundry, etc..."

"I can make my own breakfast and do my own laundry."

"Fine."

He sighed. "I'll do it."

"For what?"

"Nothing. I'll do it for free."

I eyed him.

"I'll be helping out a friend."

"Okay. And if you're lucky, maybe I'll let you have your way with me." I grinned and walked into the kitchen.

"I was joking!" he called after me.

"I wasn't!"

"Oh my God," I heard him mumble. "I'm so screwed."

My grin widened and I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.

He walked into the kitchen. "Okay. Did you hear about the party tonight? At David Florence's place?"

"Yeah..."

"We should go. David's a friend of Kyle's, so Kyle will probably be there with his new Barbie. We can put our plan into action there."

"Umm...okay...I still wanna know how they're friends. David's the same age as you guys and you're friends...and not many freshmen get into his parties."

James shrugged. "Kyle gets around."

"Trust me, I know."

"So, dress for the occasion. And be prepared. As far as anyone's concerned, we're doing it all tonight."

I blinked. "Huh?"

"You, me, in a bedroom in David's house. Not real, of course, but people will think it is."

"You mean..."

"Yeah...I mean that."

"Oh..."

"Why? Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah. But I mean, how are we going to pull that off?"

"We lock the door, we jump on the bed, and we moan and groan a lot."

"Umm...how do we fake sweat?"

"We're not leaving the room for awhile after we 'finish'. We have to stay in there for a little while. By the time we leave, sweat shouldn't be a problem."

"Okay."

He nodded. "Believe me, you'll be dragging me into that bedroom once you see Kyle with the Barbie Doll."

"I know. If I get pissed enough, I may actually sleep with you."

His eyes widened. "Uhhhh...good to know..."

I grinned. "Nervous?"

"Noooo...why would I be?"

"You seem like you are."

"I'm not. I'm fine."

"Okay. Hey, what kind of dress should I wear?"

"Short? Not too low cut, though. Something tasteful, I guess. Let him know you're sexy, but don't overdo it."

"Okay."

He smiled. "Do you want some help?"

"Hmm...lemme see what I can come up with and if I need help, I'll come get you."

"Okay. I'm going up to my room."

"Okay."

He nodded and dashed up the stairs, to his room. A moment later, I heard his bedroom door slam shut.

Huh. I wonder what that was about...

He was acting really weird...

I shrugged and headed into the living room.

A moment later, my phone beeped. I opened the new text, and saw that it was a Facebook update from Kyle - he had just posted on his wall: Just dumped the GF, time to go do the new one.

Wow. Classy.

I made a face. Disgusting.

What the fuck was wrong with guys? Did they really care so little about our feelings that they were willing to just dump us and then start letting everyone know that they're having sex with some other girl already?

I sighed and turned the TV on.

I paused and then grinned. I posted my own status: Can't wait to show off the new BF tonight :) So happy!

There was about two minutes of silence, except for the TV, and then there was a yelp from upstairs.

I guess James had checked Facebook.

I laughed to myself. It was so funny. It's not like I tagged him in it.

There was a bang as his bedroom door flew open, and he stampeded down the stairs, waving his phone in the air. "That was fast! I haven't even had the chance to change my relationship status! Why not just add in and I plan on having sex with him at that party tonight?!"

I cracked up. "Would you chill out? I didn't even mention you by name. All I said was the new BF...no one knows it's you."

He whimpered. "Now I have to change my status, otherwise people will be wondering what's going on with us tonight."

"If you change it now, they're going to figure it out."

"True...I guess we need the advantage of surprise in this case. I need to go find a really good outfit tonight."

"Hey, do you prefer regular pumps or peep toe?"

"Peep toe," he answered as he fiddled with his phone.

"Of course."

He shrugged. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Ooookkaaaay...Well, the party starts at 8, so we should be there by 9."

I looked at him in confusion. "An hour later?"

"We want to make sure everyone's there when we show up. Plus, people might wonder just what we were up to."

"Ah."

"Does that bother you?"

"Nope. I'm wearing a sparkly dress...Should I wear sparkly heels too or no?"

"Nah. You don't want to blind everyone."

I laughed. "Shut up."

"Anyway, if there's anything else with revenge that you can think of doing, do it. I just found out who the girl is...and you're going to be pissed."

"Dare I ask?"

"Ashley Redding...from high school? The one who spray painted your name on the girls' bathroom wall?"

I blinked at him.

"You remember her, right?"

"Nope."

"How can you not remember her? Katie, she told everyone that you slept with half the football team!"

My face turned to stone. Now I remembered her.

Bitch.

"There you go. And yeah, it's her. And...I don't know if you remember this...but she said some stuff about us in your freshman year."

"Us? As in you and me?"

"Yeah...maybe you never heard...Never mind."

"I didn't hear anything, but now I'm curious..."

"Shesaidyouwentdownonmeintheboys'lockerroom," he mumbled out.

My eyes widened. "I was 14! And you were waaaaayyyy too old..."

"I know. But she still said it."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

"Well, anyway...I just thought you'd want to know that Kyle's dating Ashley. Or sleeping with her. Or something."

"Hmm...Slut and a dick...Perfect for each other."

James nodded his head in agreement.

I checked to see if anyone commented on my status.

Gabi already had: OMFG! WHO THE FUCK IS IT?! TELL ME AT THE PARTY TONIGHT!

I laughed and commented back: Don't worry. You'll find out. Everyone will.

It better be The Hottie With the Body ;)

I blushed, knowing that she was talking about James.

It is, but keep your mouth shut! I mean it!

WHOOOOOO! GET SOME BABE!

Heehee...;)

I shook my head. She was a mess.

James looked over my shoulder. "Who's the hottie with the body?"

I blushed again. "You."

"You two call me the hottie with the body?"

"Gabi does."

"But you don't?"

"Not really."

"Huh...I've heard she has some other nicknames for me..." He turned and started walking back up the stairs.

"She does!" I called after him.

"I'm guessing they're interesting..."

"Depends..."

"Something about junky monkey?"

I laughed again. "Yep."

"Heh..."

"We should probably tell the guys before the party..."

"We should, so that they don't freak out when you yank me into the bedroom."

"Or see us kissing..."

"Either one. I'll text them to let them know what's up."

"Or dancing..." I continued. "We should tell them when they get home. Telling them over text is bad."

"Okay," he said with a shrug, heading into the kitchen.

I turned back to the TV. And what do you know, it was another sex scene for this show...

"Wow...sex scenes...they're just in abundance today," James commented dryly as he came back out.

"Apparently."

He tipped his head to the side, staring at the TV.

"What are you doing?"

"Watching the sex scene."

"I see that..."

"It's kind of fascinating..."

I rolled my eyes and changed the channel.

"Hey!" he protested. "I was watching that!"

"You have a porn collection, go watch something."

"I don't wanna."

I looked at him. "Wait, you actually have one?"

"Nooooo...of course not..."

"Ohmigosh! You do!" I jumped off the couch and ran up the stairs, heading for his room.

"No! Wait!" he chased after me.

I ran into his room.

He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down to his bed.

I landed on top of him.

James groaned from under me.

I looked down at him, feeling something poking me.

"Get off of me," he moaned, rolling me off of him.

"What?"

He groaned again and rolled over, onto his remote. A moment later, the TV blared on, and loud groans and heavy breathing filled the room.

My eyes widened and I spun around to his TV.

James gasped and grabbed the remote, hitting the power button. The remote started beeping, signaling that the batteries were dying.

I turned to him, my jaw dropped in amusement. "You dirty boy."

He whimpered. "Nooooo...nononononono...the batteries can't be dying!" he leapt off of the bed, hurrying over to the TV. Before he could get to it, however, I caught a glimpse of the two porn stars...There was something really familiar about them...

I blinked at looked harder. Oh...My...Gosh...

James hit the power button, and the TV screen went black.

I grinned.

"It's not what it looks like!" he yelped.

"Oh? It looks like someone has a thing for petite brunettes," I snickered.

"That's just a coincidence!" he cried, panicked.

"Uh huh..."

"It has nothing to do with us!"

I raised an eyebrow and opened his TV cabinet. There were a bunch of movies under there. I grabbed a few, looking at the front of the DVD cases. "Hmm...Tall, dark haired guy with petite brunette. Tall, dark haired guy with petite brunette," I flipped to the next one. "Oh, look, tall, dark haired guy with petite brunette..."

James blushed. "Maybe that's just my type of porn! Hmmm? Ever think about that? Hmmm?"

"And there's a reason for that...Tall, dark haired guy," I pointed at him, "likes petite brunette," I pointed to myself.

"That still has nothing to do with you!"

"Okay...So, who's the petite brunette?" I asked, sitting on his bed again.

He huffed himself up, looking awfully indignant for someone who just got caught with porn playing on his TV, and about fifty other porn DVDs in his TV cabinet.

"Uh huh...That's what I thought."

He glared at me, and then turned and stomped out of his room.

I waved and laid down on his bed, giggling.

He stopped, and then turned around. "Why are you still on my bed?"

I grinned wickedly. "Uuughhnn, James!" I moaned.

His eyes dilated. "Stop!"

My grin widened. "What's the matter?"

He grabbed at his door frame. "Please don't," he whimpered.

"You don't think we should practice for tonight?" I continued. "I mean, you look like you need it." I moaned again and rolled my hips.

James gripped the door frame even harder, looking like he was clinging to it with all his strength.

I kept moaning and rolling my hips, while gripping his comforter.

He lost it. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me, lips crushing mine, and he was tugging my shirt off.

I moaned for real and kissed him back.

He yanked his shirt off, and began to work on my jeans.

I lifted my hips and he yanked them off.

His hands went to the buttons on his jeans, undoing them.

I raked my nails over his abs.

He arched his back, moaning, before sliding his jeans down his legs.

My eyes widened. He was straining against his boxers.

He groaned, his hips jerking as he felt my eyes on him.

I grinned and palmed him through his boxers.

His hips thrusted forward harshly, and he let out a small scream.

I looked up at him. "You okay?"

He nodded. "I just...I really need this..." he moved against my hand.

"Okay." I kept my hand going.

He groaned and placed his hand over mine, moving my hand more roughly.

James let out another groan, and I looked up at him curiously. He was really into this.

"Do you want me to keep palming you or are you going somewhere with this?" I asked him.

In answer, he yanked his boxers off.

"Okay."

He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, tugging it off, before pulling down my panties.

He wasn't messing around. I don't know if it was his attraction to me, the DVD or both.

I blinked up at him.

He pressed his lips to mine again, with force.

I kissed him back.

He nipped at my bottom lip, his hand still moving mine over him.

I bit back at him.

He nipped at me a little harder.

I did it back, just as hard.

His grip on my hand hardened a little bit, so that I was gripping him more tightly.

Hmmm...He liked it really rough...

I experimentally bit him a little harder.

He groaned and bit me back.

I grinned and bit even harder...I wonder how he'd feel if I drew blood...

He returned it.

I moaned and did it again.

He did it back, moaning too.

I bit him again, drawing blood this time.

He moaned loudly and I felt his hand tighten even more around mine.

I bit softly and then sucked slightly to soothe the previous sting.

He moaned again, moving my hand even faster over him.

I pulled back and looked up at him.

His eyes were dark and smoldering, and his lip was bleeding lightly, but he didn't look like he minded.

I pulled him down a little and licked the blood from his lip.

His eyes dilated even more, and if it was possible, I felt Mini-James get even harder...

I pulled my hand away and out of his grasp.

He whimpered.

I locked my eyes on his.

He slid into me, just an inch or so.

I moaned.

He slowly pushed in the rest of the way, groaning as he did so.

I gripped him tightly.

He immediately began pumping in and out of me.

His headboard was hitting the wall within the first few thrusts.

"Uhhnnn," I moaned.

He was already picking up his speed, and going hard, rough, and deep.

I groaned. It felt soooo good. Soooo much better than it was with Kyle.

His eyes locked with mine as he continued his thrusting.

I blinked up at him, panting.

He didn't say anything. He just kept going.

"Mmm..." I tilted my head to the side.

He took the opportunity to kiss, bite, and suck, down my neck.

I placed my hand on the back of his neck, pushing him closer.

He groaned and increased his sucking, biting, and kissing by tenfold.

I moaned. It was really the only thing you could hear. That, and our groaning, pants, gasps and skin slapping together.

He was still going, as if his life depended on it. The bed was shaking violently, the mattress quaking under me with each inward thrust.

My fingers intertwined in his hair, yanking slightly, causing him to gasp.

He thrusted more forcefully.

I whined. Soooo good...

He went even harder, his hips jarring against mine.

Yessss...This was how fucking was supposed to be. Kyle never really got the memo...

Sweat was dripping down his face as he continued to thrust. He glanced down at my chest, and lowered himself down so that he was sucking on one of my breasts.

I arched into him, moaning. Ohhhh...

He increased his sucking, and then brought his teeth and tongue out.

"Mmm..."

He pulled back after a few seconds and sat up a little, sliding his hands to my hips and moving me against him.

I groaned, feeling my hips grind even harder into his.

James gripped me tightly and moaned.

I watched him.

It was kind of fascinating, in a weird way. I had never seen him like this before, so it was completely new, and, honestly, a little shocking. Not that I minded...he was sooooo much better than Kyle would ever be.

And I'm not gonna lie, I've had feelings for James for a while...

But I had had no idea that he reciprocated them. But considering his rather extensive porn collection, I had a pretty good idea just which head he had been using when he thought of me...

But that could also mean that he had a thing for me...

But he had told me just a few days ago that he didn't want a relationship...With anyone. His last girlfriend had hurt him pretty badly, and the pain was still pretty recent. So, who knew what was going to happen after this?

He continued what he was doing, groaning loudly.

"James," I moaned, tilting my head back.

"Mmmmm..." he groaned. The bed creaked under us, and the headboard continued to bang into the wall.

My eyes widened as I heard the front door close.

James turned his head, his eyes widening too.

His bedroom door was still open...oh no...

I looked up at him.

He looked back at me and kept going, looking like he had no intention of stopping.

I groaned and raked my nails down his back.

He grunted, getting more forceful.

"Ohhh..." I moaned.

Somehow, he was managing to get in either deeper. Maybe he had re-angled his hips and I hadn't noticed...maybe it was his bed...Whatever it was, I didn't really care.

I groaned loudly. It was risky...but I didn't care about that either. We were both too far gone...

His thrusts continued to get more powerful. I was surprised the house wasn't shaking...

I pulled him down so I could whisper in his ear. "Is this what you pictured when you watched them?" I asked, my lips brushing his ear.

His eyes somehow managed to darken even more.

"Something like this," he admitted with a growl.

"Mmm...something this like? What did you picture?"

"Well, for one, my bedroom door was locked and closed..."

"And?"

"You were handcuffed to the bed...naked...begging me to take you..."

I moaned. "I like that."

"How much?"

"Sooooo much."

"Enough to cum for me?"

I gasped.

"Come on...we both know you want to."

"Mmm..."

He leaned down, gently biting my earlobe.

"O-oh..."

He did it again, trailing his tongue over the shell of my ear.

"James," I moaned again, clenching slightly.

He did it again. "Am I better than Kyle?" he growled.

"Mmm hmmm..."

"Good."

"Sooo much better."

He kept thrusting forcefully.

I whined.

He sucked hard on my neck.

I clenched again and pulled him closer.

He groaned and increased his sucking force.

I moaned.

He kept his thrusts rough and deep.

I clenched a little tighter, my breath catching.

He lifted a hand, trailing his fingers over my chest, before reaching down to slide them teasingly over my center.

My hips jerked.

He did it again.

"Uhhnnn..."

He pressed his fingers against me roughly.

I rocked into him.

He grinned. "Sooo wet..." he moaned.

I whimpered.

"So aroused...I can smell it..." he groaned.

I sucked in a breath.

"...Smells so good...so sweet...and salty..." he moaned out.

"R-really?"

"Ooh yeah..."

I pushed my hips against him.

He growled and immediately took his fingers away from my center.

I whined and looked up at him curiously.

He reached down to still my hips.

I whined again. What the hell?!

"Keep them like that," he ordered, before moving his fingers back to me.

"K-kay..."

"Good." He nodded in satisfaction, and kept thrusting fiercely.

I bit my lip.

He moved his fingers over me. Oh my gosh...and I was supposed to keep my hips still?

I whimpered.

James just kept doing what he was doing.

I stared up at him.

The look on his face was plainly sexual...eyes dark and blazing...lips parted slightly as he panted...sweat dripping down his face...His hair was matted to his forehead, and it was mussed up.

I reached a hand up and brushed his bangs to the side.

He looked down at me in surprise.

I smiled at him.

He smiled back a little.

I ran my hands over his abs.

He groaned and his hips jerked erratically.

My hips almost jerked back in response, but I held them still...Even though I had no idea why...

A satisfied look crossed his face.

Huh...What was all that about?

"Cum for me," he whispered, his hips still slamming into mine forcefully.

"Mmm..."

"Cum for me..." he repeated. "I want to feel you clenching around me."

I clenched slightly. "O-ohhh..."

"I want to hear you screaming my name in ecstasy," he continued on.

Oh my...My breath caught again...Soooo close...

"I want you clenching me so tightly that it almost hurts...but it feels so good..."

"That doesn't make any sense," I panted.

"Yeah it does. Good pain."

"Umm...o-okay..."

"Like this." He leaned down and kissed me again, nipping hard at my lip.

I whined in pleasure and pain.

He pulled back. "See what I mean?"

"Uh huh..."

He kissed me again, nipping at my lip just as hard as before.

I whimpered and almost moved my hips.

He licked over the area that he had bitten.

I fought the urge to roll my hips.

"Don't do it," he growled.

I whined in aggravation.

He gave me a warning look. "Don't ."

I pouted.

"Cum for me."

Surprisingly, I did so, moaning.

He followed after me, groaning loudly.

I blinked up at him. What the hell was that?

He came down from his high with a final groan, and collapsed half on me, and half on the bed.

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