Clare and Sav had an easy time sneaking around. Every time she came over, she was "there to see Alli." Sometimes, she actually was. Other times, she was there for Sav, and Alli would sneak out to see Drew Clare loved having sex with the speakers way up. He would blast the Doors or the Velvet Underground, so hard that the bass was shaking the bed. Sav loved it too. They would fuck like rabbits.

"Oh GOD!" Clare was on her hands and knees. Sav was right behind her, plowing her roughly as he gripped onto her hips. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of him filling her, the music enveloping her, and the lightheadedness that she got when she was around Sav. Love made her dizzy. Her heart was spinning, and her hormones were in overdrive.

Sav could never fuck Anya. She was like a flower, needing to be made love to, delicately. They never did anything other than missionary. Clare was adventurous. She could try new things with him. She wanted to travel with him. They could take on the world together, but for right now, they were going to fuck all day.

This got cut short. A few hours into their session, the Bhandaris came home early. They were supposed to be out all day, but the event was boring them so they left.

"That music is so loud," the mother complained.

Mr. Bhandari went to pound on his son's door. "Turn that DOWN!" When he got no response and the music didn't get turned down, he tried the door handle. When it was locked, he went to get the master key. He came back and opened the door.

They didn't hear him or see him. They just kept going until he turned off the music. What just happened? They turn around, and there is a very angry Mr Bhandari. Clare pulled a sheet over her naked body.

"Dad! What are you doing in here?"

"I was about to ask you the same question." The two men stared each other down, both very stubborn. Mrs. Bhandari went upstairs to figure out what was going on? Why did it take so long to turn down that music?

"CLARE!" She was in bed, naked with her son. What was this? How long had they been together? "You have a lot of explaining to do!"

"Can I get dressed first?" She asked weakly. They stared at her.

"Mom, Dad, can you give her some privacy? Please!" They stepped outside, unhappy with what they had just seen. Sav wedged a chair under his door knob and put on his music, but not as loud this time.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm already grounded for, forever. I may as well finished what I started." He smirked as he pulled her to him. He plunged in her and they continued to fuck. He bit down on her neck hard, her nails dug into his back, and they pounded like their was no tomorrow. Some how, LA woman was on again.

The Bhandaris were in their bedroom, trying to figure out what to do about their son. They were too pissed to notice that Alli, who was allegedly hanging out with Clare was MIA.

Sav came deep inside of her. Clare had been on the pill for months, and they collapsed into each other. He wanted to shower with her, one more time, but he didn't want to push his luck. They got dressed and he knocked on his parents' door.

"What on Earth were you thinking?"

"That you would be gone all day," he joked.

"This isn't funny," his father hissed.

"I'm not laughing. Look, I didn't want you to find out about me and Clare this way, but I love her."

"What? You are marrying a good, muslim girl. End of story."

"Clare's not just a good girl. She's a great girl. She's everything."

"She's going home now!"

"I'll drive her."

"Like hell you will."

"I picked her up. I'm not letting her walk."

"Fine, but you come straight home."

"Yes, Sir."

He found Clare and hugged her. "I'm not going to stop fighting for you."

"I won't either. Should I tell my parents? Will your parents call them?"

"I don't know. Maybe you should tell them first?"

Clare gulped.

"Do you want me to be there with you?"

"Can you?"

"Sure." His parents were going to kill him anyway who cares.

They drove to her home, mostly in silence. He held her hand, tight.

Her mom was home. Her dad was not. "Clare, I thought you were spending the night with Alli."

"About that. I wasn't there to see Alli."

"What?"

"I was there to see Sav. He's my boyfriend, and he has been for a few months now."

"What? When were you going to tell me?"

"Once I was in college or when we eloped, whichever happened first."

"So basically never. So why are you telling me now."

"The Bhandaris came home early, and they caught us together."

"Doing what?" Helen was angry and standing up now.

She didn't want to say having sex and making love wasn't quite right. She couldn't say fuck in front of her mother. She just froze.

"We were intimate," Sav said, diplomatically.

"You defiled my daughter!" She was in a rage. Clare was trembling.

"You're scaring her, please, calm down!"

"CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN! YOU HAVE THE GALL TO TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!"

Clare was crying now. Sav hugged her protectively. "It's okay Baby. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"LIKE HELL YOU AREN'T. YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE NEAR HER."

"But I love him," Clare said, softly.

"And I love her," Sav said, boldly. "And you don't want me with her, and my parents don't want her with me, but I won't stop fighting for her, ever. She's my soulmate."

As angry as Helen was, she knew that Sav was telling her the truth. He did love Clare, and he wasn't going anywhere.

"I think you should talk to your parents. I will be having a word with them, later." Clare was worried about that.

Sav kissed her forehead and went home. He had a sad lonely drive. His father yelled at him when he came home. "What took you so long?"

"Mrs. Edwards was yelling at us. That's what took me so long."

"Well, you're not done yet." His parents had plenty to yell about. He was a disappointment. What kind of good muslim woman would want a man who blasts rock music and fornicates with loose women.

"Clare is not a LOOSE woman," he seethed. He could take any insult from his parents, but Clare was off limits.

His father got even angrier, and they got into a screaming match.

The Edwards house was silent. Helen and Clare weren't speaking. Clare just sat there, waiting for her father to come home, waiting for him to hate her, but he didn't come home. He called Helen to say he wasn't coming back. He was in love with someone else. Helen screamed, "How could you do this to me?" and started crying. Clare held her mom, and they both cried. Their family was broken.

Alli called Clare when Sav didn't pick up. She needed a ride home.

"Your dad caught Sav and me today."

"Doing what?"

"The full monty."

"What!"

"Your dad and Sav are probably screaming at each other right now."

"OMG are you okay?"

"No. My dad just called. He's not coming home. He's leaving my mom and me." Clare started balling.

Alli got a ride to Clare's house. She tried to call home, but she couldn't get through to anyone. She just hugged Clare as hard as she could when she got there. Where was Darcy when she needed her? Clare thought as she sobbed. Her whole world just came crashing down.

Sav spent half of the night arguing with his father. His father forbid him from seeing Clare, and he refused. His father threatened to take away his musical instruments. Sav said he'd buy more. He said no car. Sav said, fine you can drive Alli to school. He loved Clare so much it hurt when she wasn't around, and if they were going to try and keep him from her, then they would hurt too, because he wouldn't stop fighting for her.

The next day, Mrs. Edwards drove Alli home. The Bhandaris finally noticed she was missing. "I tried calling home," Alli defended. "But no one answered."

Her mother hugged her. She needed a hug after her day. Alli told Sav about Clare's Dad. He wished he could call, but his dad smashed his cell phone last night. He needed to talk to her, but how. He knew just the thing.

On Monday, he and Alli got driven to school by their mom. Clare knew to stay away from the parking lot. When Sav got into the building, he grabbed Clare and hugged her, hard. She fell onto him, missing his smell, feel, warmth He handed her a CD.

She listened to it at lunch. He recorded himself singing LA woman for her. Her heart finally felt warm again.