"Think of what you did, and I hope to God it was worth it. When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin."

Paul was gone, and I was all alone. It felt weird to be without him; in all the two months we'd been together, I never spent a day without seeing him. He was always in my life, but my life had to go on.

It was a normal school day. I dressed in my normal winter wear, and, like normal, my mom drove me to school. I got out of the car and passed the spot where Paul and I used to meet. Instead, I went to my girlfriends.

"Look here," my friend, Samantha, laughed. "We've got a little girl on our hands."
"Very funny," I teased, setting down my bag.

"Where's your lover?" my other friend, Nathalie, asked.

"In California," I replied.

"Lucky him," Melissa scoffed.

"Stop it." Sarah hit Melissa softly.

I smiled. I loved my friends, no matter how crazy or wild they were. It felt like I hadn't seen them in ages; Paul was taking up all my time.

"Oh my Lord," Samantha gasped. "Look who's walking this way."
I turned around and saw Jacob walking towards us. I turned back around quickly. Jacob was nothing but trouble for Paul and my relationship.

"Hannah!" he called. I put my head to my forehead.

"What do I do?" I whispered, but it was too late. Jacob had his hand on my shoulder.

"Oh, hey, Jacob," I whispered nervously. "I was just leaving."

"I'll walk with you." He picked up my bag and handed it to me. "Hey girls."
It looked like they were going to faint.

"Bye, guys." I hugged each of them slowly before regretting even meeting Jacob. How could I resist him?

I walked away quickly, and Jacob had to run to catch up to me.

"Woa," he laughed. "Slow down. I'm not gonna hurt you."

I stopped. "What do you want?"

"Just to talk." We were in the lunch area. "Wanna sit?"

"No." I backed away. "You know I'm Paul's girlfriend."
"Doesn't mean you can't talk to me. Paul and I are like brothers, which makes you like a sister. I just want to talk to you."

"About what?" I asked. "You haven't even given me the time of day before this."
"Because you're part of my family," he replied with a smile. "C'mon, sit down."

Slowly, I sat down next to Jacob and placed my hands in my lap. I looked at him, and my stomach knotted. Why did he have to be so attractive?

"So are you doing okay without Paul?" Jacob asked.

"You made me sit down to talk about Paul?"

"Well, I'm trying to figure you out. You're like a mystery to me."

"I'd like to stay that way." I got up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to class."

Jacob grabbed my hand. "You've got twenty minutes."

His touch made me excited, like Paul's once had. He was everything I wanted, but I couldn't cheat on Paul. He cared about me.

But Paul yelled at me all the time. How was I supposed to deal with that? I hated being yelled at more than anything else. Jacob was trying to comfort me. The least I could do was humor him.

I sighed. "Fine."

He pulled me gently back down.

"So, are you going to answer me?" he asked.

"Yeah," I whispered. "I'm doing fine."

"Good." He smiled. "So, I hear you and Paul fight a lot."

"Who told you that?"

"A little bird. So why do you stay with him?"

"Because I see the good in him."

"You deserve better."

I sighed. "I know I do."
The bell rang.

Jacob turned to me. "Meet me here after school."

"Why?"
"Because I wanna talk to you some more."

"Okay. Bye Jacob."
"You wanna come over to my place after school?"
I smiled. "I'd like that."
And I walked away with a scared look on my face. How could I agree to go over to Jacob's house? Paul would kill me if he knew that I was going over to another boy's house. Why was I doing these things? When I got my first taste of freedom, I started going crazy. I was ready to be free.

School went by slowly as I waited to meet Jacob by the lunch area. It was going to be a great experience to actually have some freedom. I would get to hang out with whomever I wanted without any nagging from Paul. He wouldn't be the ruler of my life anymore.

When school was over I almost ran to the lunch area. I was so excited to see Jacob; he made my entire day. I wanted to see him so badly. He was everything Paul wasn't, and that's all I could ever want.

I got to the lunch area, and there Jacob was waiting. He smiled when he saw me, and I smiled shyly back. He got up and started walking towards me.

"Hey." He took me in his arms and hugged me. I wanted to stay there for an entire lifetime.

"Hey," I whispered back.

"You ready to go?"
"Yeah."

He let go of me, but I wanted to stay in his arms. I followed him to his car, and when we got there, he took my hand. I looked down at his hand, but didn't complain. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

"Here." He opened the door for me. I smiled at him and climbed into the truck. Jacob got in on the other side and started the car. 3OH!3's Punk Bitch started playing.

"I love this song," I laughed,

"3OH!3 is amazing," Jacob replied as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"Yeah," I sighed, and looked out the window.

"Is something wrong?" Jacob asked.

I turned to him. "Maybe we shouldn't do this."

"Oh don't tell me Paul has you scared."

"It's just, he wouldn't appreciate me hanging out with you."

"You can't live in fear of him. This is your life, not his. You can hang out with whoever you want. It's not like we're going to do anything."
"Okay."

"Alright? I hate to see you live in fear of him."
"I know. It's not that I'm scared; it's that I respect him."

"I know he has a bad temper, and I know he yells at you."

"I can handle it. I'm a strong girl."
"I know you are, but no one deserves to be yelled at, especially you."

"Thanks," I whispered.

We got to his house, and we got out of the truck. Jacob led me to the front door and opened it. He held it open for me, and I walked inside. No one else was home, so everything was quiet. It was a messy house, so I assumed that there were no womanly figures there anymore.

"It's… nice." I looked around for another second or two and put down my bag.

"Don't lie," he laughed. "I know it's dirty as shit."
"It is nice." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Can we sit somewhere?"

"Sure." He took my hand, and my stomach jumped. No one's touch had ever felt that great.

He led me into the kitchen and cleared off the table. I sat down and looked around the kitchen. I touched my hand quickly, and the same feeling came back.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No thanks."
He sat down next to me and rested his elbows on the table; I placed my hands in my lap quietly.

"So, do you have any homework?" Jacob asked.

"Yes, but I don't really feel like doing it."
"I know what you mean," he chuckled. "Then what do you want to do?"
"I really don't know."

"We can just talk, or watch a movie, or…"

"Talking sounds nice."

He smiled. "Good. So, when's Paul coming back?"

"Two days."

"So we have enough time to get to know each other."
My eyes widened. He excited me so much.

"Y-yeah," I whispered.

"What would you do if I did this?" He grabbed my hand and traced his fingers up and down my arm.

"I'd let you."

He took my chin in his hand. "What would you do if I did this?"

I thought he was going to kiss my lips, but instead he kissed my cheek.

"I'd let you."
"What about this?"

As though it were a dream, he kissed me. It was soft and passionate and everything I wanted in a kiss. It didn't feel wrong at all; in truth, it felt amazing. I didn't want it to stop.

But, sadly, he pulled away. My lips lingered for another kiss, but it didn't come.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't be doing this."

"No." I put a hand on his cheek and turned his face to mine. "Please don't stop."

He nodded. "Okay."

He kissed me softly and picked me up bridal style. We kissed for a while until he put me on the couch. He climbed on top of me. He grabbed my breast with one hand, and ran the other through my hair. He started taking off my shirt and bra. I stopped for a second. Was I really going to cheat on Paul? I had already kissed Jacob, and that was cheating. Who cared if we went further?

He traveled down my neck and sucked on my nipple. He started taking off my jeans and played with the rim of my panties. But slowly, he pulled away.

"What?" I whispered.

"Are you ready for this?" he whispered back.

I nodded.

He smirked. "Alright."

And we made love.