The party was great. There were tons of beautiful women, good drinks, and of course, plenty of attention on Jason.

Jason went from group to group, flirting with the girls, talking sports with the guys. Servers continuously offered drinks and snacks, but Jason refused most. He needed to keep himself healthy for the game tomorrow.

Paparazzi had of course shown up, but Tristan McLean hadn't as expected from what Jason could tell. Jason had in fact called for extra security, just in case though. He didn't think poor Leo could take all of them.

Jason pushed through the crowd of people as he seen Reyna walk through his front door. She was in a black cocktail dress, with her dark hair unusually flowing freely down her back.

"Reyna!" Jason yelled over the music of the party. She caught sight of him, and at first her face brightened, but then it darkened again. She ran through the crowd and stood in front of him.

"Hello, Jason." Reyna said stiffly.

Jason smiled. "So, what do you think of the party?" he gestured around him to the people.

"Jason, we need-" Reyna started, but a few girls came in and cut her off.

"Hey, Jason Grace! You were so hot on your interview today! We should totally go out tomorrow night after the team party!" A vivid redhead said enthusiastically. Jason vaguely recognized her, he was pretty sure she was an actress. Britta, was that her name?

Jason smiled flirtatiously. "Yeah, maybe. We'll see how it goes, okay, baby?"

Britta giggled and waved as she walked away with her group of blushing friends. Reyna glared at him. "We need to go somewhere privet and talk. Now." she demanded.

"Ohhkay. What's the matter? Let's go to second floor, the party isn't there," Jason suggested hesitantly.

Reyna roughly grabbed his shoulder and they went up the black carpeted staircase and opened the door. They were now in Jason's bedroom, which was styled to match the house with the same modern theme. The lights were off with only the glow of the city the light the room, giving it an ominous gloom.

Reyna pushed him. "All we've been through in the past ten years, does that mean nothing to you?" Reyna said in a deadly whisper.

"Look, Reyna. I don't know what wrong with you, so please tell me," Jason said calmly.

"Let's recount your interview today." Reyna said angrily. "You said we were just friends. Just friends. Do you know how much that hurts?"

"It was the truth."

Reyna threw her hands up in the air. She was irritated. "Damn it, Jason, I thought we had something more! When you looked at me, I thought that I was the different one, the one you truly did care about. Not one of your one night stands!" Reyna was starting to yell now. "And I know we've never even kissed, but I thought things were different!"

Jason stared blankly at her. "But you never seemed to care about all those other women. You never showed any jealously or anything."

Reyna slapped him. "I'll just go now, if that's how you really feel," Reyna said quietly. She put her hand on the door handle.

"Reyna, wait. I can fix this!" Jason stepped towards her.

She opened the door. "Find out how to treat a woman right, and actually think of someone other than yourself for once, then maybe we'll try again. Fame has ruined you. You're not the man I used to know," Reyna said bitterly. Then she walked out the door and slammed it, leaving Jason alone in the dark room.


Stupid party, Piper McLean thought to herself as she stood leaning against the guardrail on the roof of Jason Grace's penthouse.

Piper hadn't wanted to come, but her father had made her take his invitation and as he put it, actually do something exciting. Tristan McLean had forced her to dress up and come to the party, and told her to stop moping about her ex-boyfriend. Piper hated being here. As if she cared about Jason Grace's cocky stories about what an amazing person he was! She couldn't even stand being under the same roof as him.

The thing was, Piper really had loved Dylan, her ex, with all her heart. She had thought they were meant to be, the celebrity "it" couple. Then she had found him cheating on her at a party the first time. Piper had blamed it on the alcohol, and let it go.

The second time however, she didn't. Dylan was perfectly sober in the picture, and from the looks of it had just been on a date with the girl. Piper had gotten hold of the picture when one of her friends happened to work at the restaurant they had chosen for their date.

Piper had been furious that he would do such a thing. Dylan had even admitted it to her face after she had confronted him on their date. Media had been all over the story, and it was all Piper could do to not punch every single reporter in the face.

Piper's phone vibrated in her jean pocket. She pulled it out and answered it without looking at who called. "Hello?"

"Hey, Pipes. So, I was thinking, and we should totally get back together," Dylan's deep voice filled the phone.

Piper filled with anger, and she felt like throwing her phone down to the thriving night city below. "Dylan, I don't think that would be a good idea. I mean, are you kidding me? Get back together after you cheated on me not once, but twice?" Piper snapped.

"Baby, I'm sorry. You know that. I still love you, and you still love me, you know it too." Dylan said sweetly.

"Guess what? I'm over you. I should've broken it off with you the first time you cheated, but I was too in love. And now I see it. You're a jerk, and you don't care about anybody but yourself." Piper hit the end button furiously and hung up on him.

The nerve of him to call her after what he did was unbelievable. She wondered what had even made him call her in the first place. Why did Piper have so much bad luck with love? She couldn't understand, and was about to give up on it.

"Hey, you're Piper McLean," a man's voice said from behind her.

Piper jumped, startled. She hadn't heard the door open. "Thank you, I think I know my own name," she said sarcastically. Piper studied the man in the glow of the city.

He was tall, muscular, and he had blonde hair. He was wearing nice jeans and a tight white shirt. Piper recognized him and rolled her eyes. "And you're Jason Grace, I suppose. I was just talking with my ex about guys who only think about themselves, what a coincidence!"

Jason Grace stood by her and looked at the city. He didn't seem to have the usual upbeat cockiness in his attitude, Piper noticed.

"It seems like I'm not the only one having problems with love lately," Jason stated. "I seen the story in a magazine…and I heard your phone call," he added.

Piper put her phone back in her pocket and sighed. "Don't say anything about that to the paparazzi, okay? What possible problems with love could the famous quarterback Jason Grace have? I thought he had plenty of women?" Piper asked sarcastically.

Jason put his head down. "Reyna. She's been my best friend since college, but I never really gave thoughts about her as my girlfriend. Now she hates me because of what I said on that interview today."

Piper nodded, amused. "You completely and totally friend-zoned her. That probably broke her heart." Piper pointed out. She knew she wasn't being very nice, but she'd seen the way Jason acted. He was a self-centered, overconfident, asshole.

"She said I'd changed, and she didn't know me anymore," Jason said dejectedly, "It hurt my feelings."

"Maybe try thinking about how she feels, not you."

Jason stayed silent and stared at the city below. "Aren't you missing your party?" Piper asked.

"Yeah. But it's no fun now. How'd you get up here anyway?" Jason returned, looking at Piper curiously.

Piper laughed. "Went through your house until I found the right doors. No way in hell I was staying in there."

"I invited your dad though, not you." Jason said.

"He made me come. He said it would 'help me get over my break-up'" Piper said, using hand quotes. "Trust me, I didn't want to come. I'd be perfectly happy moping at home about how love sucks rather than up here."

The cold January breeze drifted, making Piper shiver. "Well I'm cold, and by the looks of it, you are too, so let's go back inside," Jason suggested.

At first Piper was going to refuse, but then she shivered again, and she realized just how cold she was. "Okay, fine," Piper said reluctantly.

Jason walked over to the door and opened it, not even bothering to hold it for Piper. Piper scowled, and caught the edge at the last moment. She followed him down the metal stairs and in through another door. J

Jason flipped a light switch, lighting up what seemed to be a weight's room. Benches, bars, and weights littered the room, the walls literally lined in mirrors, probably so Jason could stare and admire himself while he worked out.

"I'm not staying in here. I can live without having the mental image of you staring at yourself while you lift." Piper stated.

Jason shrugged and fixed his hair in one of the mirrors. "Then go to my bedroom. Not my problem."

Piper gave him a glare and walked out the nearest hall. She passed what looked to be his bathroom (or maybe a personal swimming pool), and finally arrived in a bedroom with a giant bed in it. Piper switched on the lights.

A trophy case surrounded a colossal T.V. and the opposite side of the room across from the bed. The walls were sleekly painted black, with white carpet. Silver and red curtains covered half of the window, and feeling suspicious of the paparazzi, Piper closed them.

Piper could hear the party downstairs, but she had no desire to join them. She decided to study the trophy case with nothing else to do. Jason had a lot of pictures of himself in there, with awards dating back to elementary school. Surprisingly, he even had a trophy for winning a science fair with a display on electricity.

Piper's phone vibrated again just as Jason walked into the room. Piper read the name, and touched accept.

"No, we are not getting back together, so stop calling me, god damn it!" Piper yelled into the phone before Dylan could talk. She hit the end button and faced Jason. "Sorry about that. He won't leave me alone. I hate love."

As soon as she said it, Piper could feel the tears building in her eyes. No, she couldn't break down right in front of heartless Jason Grace! But the tears didn't listen. Piper broke out sobbing, the pressure of staying strong taking its toll once more.

Jason sighed awkwardly. "I do too."

Then, unexpectedly, he pushed her up against the glass case, and they began to kiss furiously. Piper couldn't believe herself. What was she doing? But she didn't care. She was done with love, so what could Jason Grace do to her?

Before she knew it, they were gradually moving towards the bed, still kissing. They were rapidly fumbling with each other's clothes, taking them off while still making out.

Jason gently pushed her onto the bed, and the rest of the night happened in a blur.


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