I really wanted to make Beck's feelings believable, and I think I did, but I'll have more of a chance as the story goes on. I feel like Beck's character isn't as developed as the others, so writing him was a little difficult. I hope you guys enjoy though!

Beck

Last night… last night was something else. Jade was out of town with her aunt so I decided to go to this party down in Eastwood. My cousin invited me and said it was gonna be a 'rager.' I didn't want to go at first, but I thought it would be good to go out; I mean, I haven't spent a weekend without Jade since… we got together.

It was actually a relief to get away by myself.

I'd never tell her, but sometimes it feels like Jade's smothering me. I mean, I like that she wants to be with me because I want to be with her, but all she ever wants to do is have sex.

Yeah, a guy's dream is to have a lot of sex, but she wants it rough all the time. I'm up for it, but maybe for once I want to just lie down with her and hold her for the night.

I like her because she's different than other girls, because she knows who she is and would never compromise that for a guy, but sometimes I just wish she didn't want sex that much… or that she wanted to just spend a night with me where we just sit around watching movies all night.

I had a few beers so I'd stop thinking about her, but I remember everything that happened. I remember seeing Cat at the party and talking with her, and then I ended up driving her back to my place. I remember looking at her and just… actually seeing her. She seemed happier than normal, and she hung all over me; I just assumed she was wasted. Regardless, she was gorgeous.

Jade is gorgeous, too, but Cat is just so… so different.

Everything about her is soft and bright. I'd never really thought about it before, but I realized that Cat was the kind of girl who wore her heart on her sleeve, whereas Jade's was trapped deep inside her chest. There was hardly ever a time where Cat wasn't smiling, and there was rarely a time when Jade was.

I was angry at myself for needing beer to actually see Cat, but something inside me knew I wouldn't forget it when I sobered up. Once that happened, I'd deal with my feelings then.

So we talked in my RV.

I don't remember what it was about, but I remember laughing; I hadn't laughed that hard in such a long time.

I remember her grabbing my hands, telling me that she loved me; though I knew it was only in friendship, my drunken inhibitions desperately clung to it meaning more.

We had stared at each other in silence for what felt like forever, and then her hand moved to my face. I hadn't thought about it when she'd grabbed my hands, but her fingers were ice cold; I'd expected them to be as warm as she was, but I also realized that I relished the feeling.

Before I could say anything else, her lips were on mine.

Some parts were blurry, but I know it was the best part I ever had.

She was a little hesitant, unlike Jade was for our first time, and I got to take it slow with Cat. Something pushed me to ask her if she was okay, if she wanted to stop-something I'd never done with Jade-but she gave me a small, shy smile to let me know to keep going. I got to explore her body, and get to know every inch of her. With Jade, she didn't care that it was my first time; she told me exactly what she wanted. Cat… she didn't know what she wanted, and I was able to help her figure it out. There was so much passion and affection present, and I didn't know how good it would feel.

Sometimes, I feel like Jade isn't all the way there, that she has the passion but she lacks the affection. It's usually the other way around-girls complaining about guys being selfish.

I awaken to cold air rushing beneath the sheets as my bed creaks softly. Blurry eyed, I sit up slightly to see Cat searching around in the pile of our clothes at the edge of my bed.

It feels like a lump beneath my back, and I shift to pull a bright pink bra from under me. My vision starts to clear, and I watch her continue to rummage through the clothes in nothing but her shorts as she clings to her shirt to cover her chest.

I smirk at the memory of last night; I know it was wrong, but it felt so right. And I know she felt something, too.

"You forgot something," I announce as I hold up her bra. She turns back to me with a shocked expression, her red hair tousled around her head like crackling flames above big, worried brown eyes. Her skin seems to almost glow.

She's utterly beautiful.

I put the bra down on my bed and pat an empty space beside me for her. "We should talk."

Cat moves to the bed slowly and picks up the bra, holding it against her chest with her shirt. Her shocked gaze falls, and she looks away in… embarrassment?

"This didn't happen," she says, her voice small. She clears her throat and raises her voice a bit. "Whatever happened… it didn't happen, okay? I'm in so much trouble if anyone finds out."

"You don't remember?" I ask with a raised brow. I didn't think she was that wasted.

Oh, crap.

Crap, I took advantage of her.

Oh, man… I can't believe this.

Cat shakes her head and closes her eyes. "Corey Schmidt gave me a little blue pill," she confesses. "I think I took some other stuff, but everything got all fuzzy after I took it; I… I don't remember anything that happened." She opens her eyes, with the hardest stare I've ever seen from her. The determination in her eyes is so striking, so unexpected; it only makes me want her more. "So nothing happened."

This is so messed up; this is what I get for going out without my girlfriend. I… I was just so caught up in the beer and my feelings for her that I…

I thought she wanted this...

I sigh and turn my head. "Let me get dressed, and I'll drive you home."

"I can walk," she assures me. She moves on the bed, probably putting on her bra. "I need some air."

"Okay," I breathe.

I wait for her to leave before I get up and dressed.

Angry and half in love with my girlfriend's best friend, I grab my work bag and head off to my weekend job.

There's so much going on inside my head, and work is the one place I know I won't have to think.