Note: This is my take on the countless possibilities the next half of season 3 could bring. It is not canon, although I am going to try and follow what I saw in the promo for the next episodes and go from there. Also, I'm not very experienced in the art of writing fanfic so I apologize in advanced if this disappoints and/or is OOC. This is definitely a Jenna/Collin fic, with a decent sized dash of Matty and feelings.

"Everything okay?"

Jenna was startled back into reality at the sound of Matty's voice against her ear. Unable to make eye contact with a convincing amount of sincerity, she nodded, intertwining her fingers with his.

"Everything is perfect." She smiled, masking the ache of guilt that had only gotten worse since her kiss with Collin, only a few nights ago. She kept telling herself over and over again that it hadn't meant anything. Even late at night, when she closed her eyes and still tasted his lips on her own and felt his hand on her back, desperately pulling her toward him, as if he couldn't hold her tight enough, couldn't pull her close enough - it still hadn't meant anything. It had been what most would easily consider a lapse in judgment. A mistake. And the moment she saw Collin, she would let him know that it could never - correction - would never happen again. She took a bite from the sandwich in her hand, but hardly tasted it as it went down. Tamara was going on and on about something from across the lunch table and Jake was trying desperately to keep up. Matty's arm rested comfortably around her shoulders, and for moment she believed, without doubt, that everything would be okay. That is until she noticed Collin pulling up into the parking lot. Suddenly her mouth felt dry, and Matty's arm around her felt wrong, as if she were cheating on Collin with him and not the other way around. Without much thought she slid out of his hold and stood up, her half-eaten sandwich still in her hand.

"I got to go." She said, biting her lip nervously. Matty raised an eyebrow and reached for her hand, a crooked smile emphasizing his fine features. "Where to? Class doesn't start for another twenty minutes." He ran his thumb down her hand without much thought, for it had practically become second nature to him.

"Mr. Hart wanted me to come by and talk to him about a paper I wrote before class started." Her smile was soft, and it almost pained her how easy it was becoming to lie, especially to a person she loved. Her eyes drifted over to where Collin was getting out of his car, and lingered for a moment before quickly leaning in and giving Matty a quick kiss.

"See you guys later." Her words tripped over each other, and she made her way in the direction of the guy who had the indecency of taking over her thoughts. At this point she knew he had spotted her coming toward him, seeing as he stopped walking and waited for her.

"You." She said as she narrowed her eyes and lifted her sandwich toward him as an attempt to gesture in his general direction.

"Me." He arched an eyebrow, his lips curving upward at the corners. Despite the fact that he wasn't showing any teeth, it was still a perfect, if not more so, smile and she could feel herself being drained of all sense. Her tongue flicked across her bottom lip seconds before she swallowed the lump that had showed up in her throat uninvited.

"I think we need to talk." She could feel heat rising in her cheeks, which only grew worse from the embarrassment of it happening to begin with. She lifted her eyes, only to find his own already staring back, which wasn't really surprise. He was terrific at making eye contact. Hot...steamy...eye contact.

"Right." He nodded, his smile turning awkward. She glanced behind her to see if any of her friends were looking their way before grabbing hold of his sleeve and pulling him behind the protection of a wall.

"Look, I don't know exactly what got into me the other night..." She shook her head, no longer able to look at him. "I mean. I do. You're great - you're... you know... you." She looked up for a moment to see if he was following and then back down before she could make anything else more awkward. "It's just Matty...he's my boyfriend. I have a boyfriend and I don't want to be that kind of person." She closed her eyes before finally letting them settle on his own, gorgeous ones. "I mean, technically I am that person. You know... the terrible kind. I'm a terrible person." She dropped her sandwich on the ground and ran her now free hand through her hair. Collin shook his head slightly, resting a hand against her shoulder, replacing where Matty's had been not long ago.

"You're not." He said gently, moving a step closer. "Look, Jenna. It's alright that you regret it. It was a heat of the moment kind of thing, I get it. But if I'm being completely honest here, I don't regret a single second of it." The lump had returned to her throat and her heart had decided that it was okay to start pestering her by speeding up. "Matty is a lucky man. I just hope he knows that." His eyes were causing literal goosebumps to form on her arms and before she could even register what she was doing, her mouth had found familiar territory against his own. She could feel his hand on her backside through her sweater and it wasn't until his hand slid lower, his finger tips grazing her skin just beneath the hem of her shirt that she pulled away, her breathing ragged and her face flushed. If the slightest touch from Collin's fingertips could send her reeling, how long could it possibly take before he gets her out of her shirt and into her pants?

"We should go to class." She said, still breathless from the kiss, and declaring to herself that any thoughts she had for the next hour couldn't and wouldn't be held against her, for no one in their right mind could think straight after a kiss like that.