DISCLAIMER: I don't own Palex. And waiting for new episodes to come on is killing me!

Author Note: So…by much demand, I'm defiantly going to start a chapter story. It may only be 2 or 3 chapters, but hopefully it appeases some. Much love to reader and reviewers. Keep the comments coming. 3 A.R.

Take Away

When we stopped at the red light I saw tears in her eyes. "Paige?" I turned, looking at her reddened cheeks and blood shot eyes. "Paige!" I said again as she turned to look at me.

"What Alex!" she exclaimed back to me, throwing her hands up in the air. I didn't understand what had happened back at that fraternity party.

"Nothing, I was just wondering why with all the hate all of a sudden." I bit back, then slid down into my seat. After a few more seconds of silence, and Paige moving the car forward more slowly this time, I sat back up in my seat, wrapped my arm around the back of her seat, "I'm sorry, ok? But what happened back there, huh, baby?"

"Alex…" I knew then that I had broken something in her. Her swoon turned to her laying her head on my shoulder as she put the car to a halt in her driveway. "He was there, babe."

I knew then whom she was talking about. Dean was at that fraternity, and I was the lame-ass girlfriend who begged her to go with me. Paige's rapist, I had made her be face to face with her rapist.

She cried on my shoulder for a good ten minutes or so and clutched at my white tank top that was now becoming transparent at the strap. Paige looked up and met my wondering eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered sweetly, laying over both of the seats and placing her fragile head into my lap.

"Don't be, it's my fault. I pretty much pushed you into going there. I'm such a fuck up sometimes. I should have known."

She stopped me then, kissing the base of my neck, and smiling up at me. "It's ok, I wouldn't have gone if I thought anything would happen. You know that. Right, hun?"

I didn't want her to console me. She seemed to always try that gig when I was worried about this particular subject. "It's not about if I'm ok, or what I know, this is about you, and how you're dealing."

She looked down at the brim of my tank and clasped it in her palm. "I've got someone whose not going to let anything happen to me. Which pretty much means everything to me. I shouldn't worry about Dean, but he's gotten to me since last year when he admitted to his guilt."

I looked down into her eyes and ran my fingertips through her hair. "I just want to make sure you're ok. What did he say to you?"

"Oh, about that," Paige smirked, sitting up off of my lap. She told me of his threats and his rattle about being guilty, and admitting to it now. As much as he wants, and as many times as he wants. Stature of limitations had its place to play in the court and as she spat out that line she started to cry again. She told me she didn't say anything to me earlier because of my temper, and it wouldn't help anything. She was right, my temper didn't help anything, but at this point it could solve so much.

I walked her up to her door and upstairs to her room. I met her eyes and kissed her lips. We set down on her bed, I wiped tears from her beautiful bright green eyes, and started helping her with her shoes. I slowly undressed her and helped her into her night cloths. Gently pushing her back on the bed, I curled up beside her, and pulled the comforter over both our cooled bodies.

Jay stood in the alley way next to the frat party. Smoking a cigarette and puffing the smoke out of his stern lips he saw a bulky broad shouldered college boy walking towards him. "Can I bum a cig?" The student asked, as Jay pulled out a Marboral Light and handed it to him. "Crazy night, eh?" He said, putting the cigarette up to his lips, "Ran into an old ex of mine."

"Yea, I know that, bro. My ex ran off and did this whole les thing." Jay grinned, pushing his snaggley teeth over his lips.

"Ah, so you turned her girl way?"

"Naw, nothing like I did it. She was always," Jay does the 'iffy' sign with his hand.

"Awe, well, my ex, heh, well, more like a one night stand. We had a good roll in the sack, but for some reason she won't get off my back about it."

"Maybe she wants it again?" Jay asked, pressing the cigarette back up to his mouth.

"See? That's what I was thinking. Hah, so what's your name bro?" the student asked as he extended his hand to Jay.

"Jay, and yours?"

The stranger smiled, throwing his cigarette butt to the ground and stamping it out with his foot. "The name is Dean."