I slid under the covers that had offered me so much comfort the past years. A giant yellow comforter enveloped me and I snuggled it close to my chest. After a year of being away from Jack, it had only taken one glance to make me remember how much I loved him. He didn't need to kiss me like that to make me remember.

I just kept thinking about Oliver. This would crush him. I couldn't tell him, ever. I knew Jack wouldn't. He was too much of a gentlemen. But what about Mimi? Would she somehow know? What was I going to do when I saw her? Would I be able to conceal it?

All these thoughts ran through my head, but I couldn't do anything about them. I wiped my eyes and stroked Beauty's back. She'd come straight to my side when I came into my room and laid on the bed. It had taken me all of two seconds to get here from the apartment.

My phone rang, making Beauty open her eyes and give a little growl.

"Hello?" I whispered, trying to make it sound like I wasn't crying.

"Skye? You okay?" I guess it didn't work.

"Yeah, Ollie, I'm fine. What's up?"

He took a minute to reply. "Nothing. I was…just checking up on you. I'll talk to you later…"

"Oliver," But it was too late. He'd already hung up. I looked at the phone like I'd been slapped in the face. Did he know? He couldn't have known. There was no way. Unless Jack told him, and Jack wouldn't do something like that.

I went downstairs, but no one was there. I grabbed a drink out of the fridge. It was a coke, but it would have to do. I'd gotten so used to drinking water and tea that I didn't really want any right then.

I went outside to enjoy a New York day. It wasn't raining, so I was able to look up at the sky. I never thought I would be able to see these skies again. I absorbed it all like it was a dream and I would wake up soon.

I was about to cross the street when the car that was on it stopped all of a sudden. In fact, it stopped so suddenly that the breaks gave out a cry. I didn't know who it was at first, from looking at the driver. The back door opened up and none other than Mimi Force herself stepped out.

"Well, if it isn't the little half-blood. Why haven't you come home?" she asked.

"Not like it's any of your business, but my home is at the Van Alen mansion. Now, if you would leave me alone, my day would be perfect." I replied.

"Schuyler, I didn't come here to try and bully you, or anything." she said while looking at her fingernails. She sighed and continued, "My brother has asked for you. He won't come out of his room until you see him. It's funny. Our servants said he was acting like he was three. Which is true, because that's how he acted when he was three."

I knew that Jack got his name from the fact that when he was little he threw tantrums, and they nicknamed him Blackjack. So, everyone now called him Jack for short.

I sighed. She was just messing with me I knew it. "Mimi, I'm not falling for it. Just go away."

"Fine. Suit yourself. He'll come around…eventually." she shrugged. This wasn't like Mimi. Something must've happened to her that made her different while I was gone. She seemed…less angry all the time.

After the car was gone, I went to go get some more clothes. I'd lost a lot of my old ones and now that I was back in New York I had a little money from the Conclave to get some things. At least they trusted me that much. I wound up finding a retail store on the corner that hadn't been there when I left.

Everything there looked just like it was made for me. I wound up picking two sweaters - one black, one grey - some camo pants, some black jeans, and combat boots. All together it cost me about fifty dollars, which is less than what Mimi's makeup costs.

I was making my way back to the house when yet another car parked in front of me. Only this time, I knew who it was. "Oliver, what are you doing here?"

"What? Are you not happy to see me?" He smiled and tilted his head.

"Of course I'm happy to see you, I just didn't know you were coming over. Why didn't you call?" I asked.

"Well, I did. But I never told you because I knew you would say not to. Why don't we go out and have a little fun?" he asked.

I nodded and threw my bags into the trunk of his car. We were taken to a little bar on the other side of town that I'd never heard of before. I was a little scared to go in at first, seeing all the people, but Oliver assured me that there was another place downstairs for Blue Bloods like us.

We went downstairs and I saw that he was telling the truth. The waiter was even a Blue Blood. So, I ordered a cup of Finlandia vodka. No one really cared because they knew I was a Blue Blood and they knew it wouldn't affect me.

We spent hours there, just having a good time. I was having a pretty good laughing buzz when Oliver leaned over to me.

"Skye, I think we should head back. It's getting late. Or, early, really." he told me.

I stopped laughing long enough to look at my watch. It was cheap and had Mickey Mouse on it, but it worked, at least. It was three in the morning. I did need to get home and get some rest. I'd planned on going to a couple of the museums tomorrow.

Oliver's driver had the doors already opened for us like he knew when we would be ready to go. That was a little suspicious to me, but I didn't pay too much attention to it. We rode home, still laughing from such a good time, and talking about how much we'd missed the city.

When we got to my house I burst out the door and ran inside. Oliver followed close behind me. "I had so much fun tonight, Ollie. You gave me just what I needed." I said.

"Well, no problem. That's what I'm here for, right?" He smiled.

"You wanna know something weird?" I asked. He nodded. "Well, earlier, before I even went shopping - oh, and my bags are still in your trunk - Mimi Force stopped her car in the middle of the road just to pull some prank on me."

"What? That's a little weird, even for Mimi. It's not like she ever stopped what she was doing to give you attention any time before. Oh well." He seemed to be drifting away from what he was saying.

I laid down on the couch, exhausted. I wanted to get a little sleep, but I knew I still had to get up and get my bags out of Oliver's trunk. I'd had my eyes closed, and when I opened them, I saw that Oliver was right in front of me.

"Whoa. Yes, Ollie?" I asked. I gave him a sincere smile because he looked like he was upset.

"You…you need to feed, Skye. I can see it in your face." he said.

My good mood deflated. I stood up. "Oliver, I am fine. I feel fantastic. I'm walking around and talking. I don't feel like I'm going to have a seizure or pass out. I'm fine." As if proof that I wasn't fine, I suddenly got woozy. I tried to sit down and pass it off as nothing, but he saw through it.

"You see? Come on, let's go upstairs and let me fix you." he said, tugging on my arm.

"Oliver…" But his mind had been made up, and I was a little too exhausted to do anything about it.

When we got in my room he went about it a little differently than he had. He shoved me on the bed lightly and made me close my eyes.

I giggled. "What are you doing, Ollie?"

"I'm surprising you." he whispered. He sounded like he was on the side of the bed, next to me.

"What are you-" I was silenced with lips moving against mine. It was a passionate kiss that was wild. Oliver stroked my cheek as he kissed me. It was wonderful. I'd loved Oliver, I always had, but nothing like this had ever happened between us. I guess since we were back home he felt like he could finally show me how he felt.

Everything was getting hot and I couldn't feel every part of my body. He finally pulled away from me. "Skye, you gotta bite me." he said. That brought me back to the present.

"Oliver…" I was about to protest.

"Schuyler. You need to drink. I've been looking at you lately and seeing just how bad you look. I'd forgotten how long it's been. Think about it, Skye."

I did. I thought back to the last time we'd preformed the sacred kiss. It'd been at least four weeks. One month. That was too long, even I knew that.

"Oh… Okay, just give me a minute." I said. I got up and went to the mirror. I was thinking about random things to try and get this off my mind. "Oh, hey, do you know what Mimi said? She said that Jack was in his room and he wouldn't come out until he saw me. What a joke, huh?"

I regretted it right after I'd said it. I saw the hurt in Oliver's eyes. I knew how bad it hurt him when I brought Jack up, but I was just trying to get my mind off of this. I was so selfish at times I couldn't even look at myself.

"Skye… She was telling you the truth. It's all around the Blue Blood community. Jack wants to see you, and he won't leave until he does." he said. Suddenly, I understood that he'd been so sad not because I'd mentioned Jack, but because of what he knew. He didn't want to admit that this was actually happening. He also didn't want to tell me because he knew that I would go over there right away.

And that's exactly what I did.