Ok so here is my chapter of Tattered White Dress. This is Ambyr's brain-child so she made me re-write three times XD Hope ya like it.

Kat

-Mello-

My job was done. I got on my bike and rode to my shitty apartment. Damn college. It was late, I was probably more than a little drunk, but I still had an exam tomorrow. Sighing, I made a pot of coffee and pulled out my text book. Ok, so I was a bit of a man-whore, but I never imagined I would have to become a stripper to work my way through. Even with financial aid (which isn't what it's cracked up to be) I still needed money for bills, food, gas, books, and other necessities. And usually I hated my job, however tonight… Shame he was getting married. I wouldn't mind having a fling with him. He looked like he would be good, if how he responded during the…show, was any indication. Pushing the sexy red-head from my mind I pulled out my books and started studying. Getting this psych degree isn't going to be easy.

Life went on as usual for two weeks. I studied my ass off, passed exams, wrote papers, danced for perverted low-lives. No red-head in sight. No calls or anything. Guess he was happy with his fiancée.

You can imagine my surprise when three weeks later I got a phone call.

"Hey, Mello. What's up?"

It took me a moment to place the voice. "Matt?"

"Yeah, it's me." I gaped for a moment.

"Why did you call might I ask?"

I could hear he was nervous as he answered.

"Just wanted to talk. Care to go get a drink?"

"Why Matt, are you asking me out?" I purred.

"Hey I'm..happy...with Jenn" I heard the pause.

"Having second thoughts?"

"No…"

I glanced at my books. I knew the material…and it was my night off…"Fine." I could hear the smile.

"See you at nine. Same bar we met at." Wondering what the hell I was getting into I went to shower and change from my pyjamas.

At exactly nine o'clock I was sitting at a stool in front of the bar sipping on a beer. Ten minutes later Matt joined me.

"Sorry. Jenn got mad. Had to wait to sneak out." I raised an eyebrow. He sighed ordering a drink. "Someone posted pictures of us….She saw them…" Well damn. Not good for him. Heh, that was a fun night. I was hired to pleasure him but instead…well, let's just say I never saw a guy who liked cock that much. I definitely did more than what I was supposed to. Damn he was good. "She was not happy, It will be worse if she found out I lied about who I was meeting. She thinks I'm with Jason right now."

"Sounds like someone is in the dog house."

Matt groaned. "Tell me about it. She hasn't talked to me except to yell, and I haven't been allowed to touch her in weeks…"

Feeling bold I decided to offer. "Finish you're drink and why don't you come to my place? It's a shitty apartment, but I can help with the…tension, you're feeling." He looked shocked and slightly sick at my offer. "Oh come on. I already know you like cock. I imagine half of facebook and myspace do too, thanks to your friends posting pictures."

Matt thought for a moment. "…Yeah okay. But who the hell still uses Myspace?"

-Jennifer-

I can't believe him! First off I told him no stag party. He was mine properly now, and I didn't want him out with some whores the night before our wedding. But not only did he have one, no, to add insult to injury he got a male stripper! Now people have been giving me a hard time from day one about Matt being bisexual. I never believed them. He was always attentive and never seemed to dislike it or want something else when we had sex. Plus he seemed so…guyish. He worked on cars and computers and played video games like they would disappear tomorrow. I never saw anything that would suggest…Until now. Damn that Jason, posting photos on Facebook and Myspace of Matt all over some random guy they hired! He was so lucky I didn't see them until after the honeymoon or there wouldn't have been one to start with! As it is I cut him off. He told me to "get over it and quit sulking". Sulking! I think I have a right! He practically cheated on me with some blond whore! If I ever saw that blond bitch he would get what was coming to him.

…I sound like I bitch, I know, but think about it. How would you react if you found out your husband cheated on you the night before you're wedding, with another GUY! I think I'm allowed to have a bitch fit. He should be thinking of nothing but me (and I him) because we're newlyweds instead I'm here wondering where the hell we're going to get the money for bills, because games and cigarettes are not cheap, and whether or not he's cheating on me with some (literal) blond whore. I would much rather him apologize, but I'll be the bigger person and do it when he gets home. I'll find the left over champagne from the wedding and find some of my gifts from my "Lingerie shower" he has yet to see. Things will be better in the morning.