I figured that after like almost 6 months after starting this story, I owed you guys another chapter. Once again with the short chapters, but I prefer these to uber-long ones. Either way, I just wrote it today so pardon any mistakes. Hope you like it and don't forget to review! Would hoping for 15 reviews be too much? :D It just might get me to update sooner!(:


I headed straight home after the mall, wanting to get a nice rest before my first day of training, but that proved hard as soon as I slipped my key through the lock, and turned the knob.

I heard it before I saw it. Insistent moaning and gasping gave it away, I suppose. I cringed, knowing what I was about to witness. There was no avoiding it, as the sounds were coming from the living room, and I had to pass it to reach my bedroom. I tried to cover my eyes as much as possible as I slid past the living room, but a sudden screaming jerked my attention – and sadly, my eyes as well – toward the scene. I couldn't help it, though it certainly wasn't something I wanted to see.

Christian lay on the couch, panting desperately for air, while Lissa rode on top of him, frantically driving for friction. "Lissa," I heard Christian moan, "I'm – ungh – god, ohhhhh." This was way more than I could handle. I could hear the contact of skin on skin, and it disgusted me to know end to know that here were my best friend and her boyfriend having sex on a couch, right in front of my eyes, and they didn't even know. In my frustration, I threw a pillow at the two bodies tangled up on the sofa, and they either didn't notice or ignored me altogether. I'm not sure which one would have infuriated me more. I wanted to reach out and slap one of them, but touching either one of them was the last thing I wanted right now.

Leaving me with no choice, I fled from the scene to my room, hearing a loud scream of "Chris!" before the slam of my door. My walls weren't soundproof, and although muffled, the sounds were still reaching my ears, sounds I didn't want to hear, especially coming from somewhere in my own apartment. I quickly dug through my closet, making a mess, but figuring that it made more noise to block out their noise, I scrambled through drawers of stuff, before finally finding my iPod. I pulled on the headphones and cranked up the music as high as possible, blasting cliché upbeat songs to cover up what I was hearing from outside. While Nicki Minaj's voice rapped into my ears on max volume, I was still conscious of what Lissa and Christian were doing, and could still hear slight moans and screams here and there, and winced every time.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but the next thing I knew, Lissa was shaking me. It took me a minute to get my bearings, and the instant I remembered why I was here, nearly being deafened by music, I cringed away from her grasp. I didn't know how long I'd been out, but if there was any trace of Christian left on her, I wasn't going to let her come near me.

"Rose! Rose!" I could barely make out the high-toned voice of Lissa through the music, but I took them off, and snapped at her.

"What?"

"Rose, I've been trying to wake you up for the last five minutes! When the hell did you even come home?"

"Oh right, you were too busy when I came home." I was a bit surprised by the bitterness of my own voice, but figured Lissa deserved every bit of it. Thanks to her, I was scarred for life, and just had my whole day ruined.

"What? I haven't been doing anything all day!"

"Really now? Oh, I see, fucking Christian on the couch isn't doing anything…" Sarcasm dripped from my voice, but Lissa didn't seem to put the picture together.

"Wait, how did you…? – but – oh god…" I watched her face as the truth dawned on her, and her normally pale-colored face flushed a bright red.

"Yes, Lissa, I just oh so happened to walk through the door to see you two on the couch going at it like jack rabbits." I stated the obvious, as if talking to a little kid. Had she really not heard me come in?

"I didn't even notice…like, one minute, I'm watching TV with Christian, and then the next thing I know, he's kissing me, and clothes are getting ripped off, and then – "

I cut her off. "Believe me, Lissa, I've had enough info on your sex life today. You really don't need to explain this to me." She blushed slightly, and opened her mouth to speak, but I didn't let her. "Why the fuck does Christian have to live here with us? I mean, you guys could've at least gotten a room! It's my apartment too, you know. I should have the right to walk home into a clean, decent home without worrying first about whether or not I'd run into two people ripping clothes off each other and moaning," I cried. "Oh Christian, ohhhhhh," I imitated her. "Mmmm, that feels soooo good, let's not even bother to give a crap about Rose and just fuck each other here on the couch. It's not like she'll mind at all."

"Rose, chill…I mean, I'd let you bring your guys home. Oh wait, that's right, you never stay with one guy long enough to actually care to bring him home. It's just fuck then leave for you, isn't it? Sorry I actually care about Christian enough as a boyfriend for me to let him stay with me." Her voice was venomous and harsh, but I didn't back down.

"Are you calling me a slut?" I demanded.

"Don't need to. You can see for yourself." My jaw dropped at that. Lissa and I almost never fight, but when we do, it turns into catastrophe. She usually is the bigger person that tries to resolve everything, but otherwise it'd turn ugly.

"At least I get guys, Lissa. You must be so desperate if you're dating Christian. I mean, I suppose you're such a loser that a pathetic guy like Christian is the best you can get, right?" With that, I shoved her out of my room, and locked the door. I actually thought Lissa was gorgeous, but I knew she was insecure about her looks, and I had like pierced the arrow through her heart. Chances are, she'd come to make up with me sooner or later, just because that was the type of person she was, but did I want to forgive her? After all, she was the one that had caused so much trouble today and made everything go crazy, yet she had the nerve to suggest I was a slut. Which I wasn't. True, I didn't have many long-term relationships, but that's because I've never quite met a guy I could imagine spending the rest of my life with. I figured it'd be easier to not drag on the relationship if sooner or later we'd break up.

And then the other thing: I thought Christian and Lissa were perfect for each other. I don't know why, but after Eric, Rhea, and Andre died in the car accident, she had been depressed for a long time, and although there were times she'd lighten up, she was different from whom she used to be. After Christian came into her life, it was like she'd gotten back the light in her life, and she was so much happier. I hated him, but I did have to admit, he was good for her.


So...I know, a little different than what would be expected. I think I have plans for this though...maybe.

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-Chris