As the line went dead, Jon's heart beat rapidly in his chest. Who knew what she thought of him now. It wasn't what it sounded like, not at all. Jon was in the confines of his bedroom and Scotty's girlfriend had stepped in to tease him. He had tried calling her back continuously that night but she wouldn't answer her phone. He sat up the entire night cursing himself for being such a stupid cunt. Around seven that morning, she finally answered her phone.

"What do you want, Jon? You want to make me feel even worse about myself? You want to laugh in my face, now? Go ahead and humiliate me some more. Did you enjoy your fucking whore dancing all over you, Jon?" Her rugged voice yelled at him.

He wasn't shocked at her tone of voice, he would be worried if she was calm when talking to him after what she had heard. "Delia it's not like that. I haven't left the house all night. I left work and when I came home, Scotty's girlfriend was over here and they were drinking. I promise, D. It's not what you think."

"Whatever, Jon. I gotta go. I got to get ready for school." Her voice cracked, "Jon…do you still love me?"

"Why would you ask me that?" Jon scoffed, "Of fucking course I still love you. I'll always love you."

He thought about it all the way to pick her up. Even thought it had been a couple of weeks since it all happened, and they managed to get over it all, their relationship was still patchy. Phone calls were short. Skype calls didn't happen anymore between them. She had put all her focus into classes and her new group of friends and he didn't blame her – he wanted her to do well. They had made a promise to the other that he would be the one to pick her up for her Christmas break. And he kept his promise, which was why he was driving the two-hour drive to get her.

Delia stood at the edge of the dorm room entrance most of the day. She was so excited to get to see him. Regardless of the disconnection between the two of them she still loved him deeply. She wanted nothing more than to taste his kisses again, be wrapped in his arms in a tight embrace. She could put away their differences for a few days and just focus on being with him. She needed him to make any of the doubts go away, to clear her head a bit. She just needed him.

It was only a few hours before she could hear his car. The sound reached her before the sight of the Chevy Impala came to her. She smiled as she remembered the first time she rode with him and the soft kiss that took place in the backseat. He parked the car in front of her and warily got out. This wasn't his scene, he was here for her though, and he felt his heart beat a little faster when the view of her came into his eyes.

She bolted to him as soon as he was standing and wrapped her arms around him tightly, tears stinging her eyes. This was what she had wanted ever since she left. He was here, she could feel him, she could touch him, and she could smell him. He always smelt so good to her. She'd found herself craving the scent of cigarette smoke and motor oil when she missed him the most. A few of her friends had transcended from the dormitories and stood watching them with smiles on their faces. She'd told a few of them about him and how much she loved him, there were days she couldn't seem to stop talking about him even when they were mad at the other.

She looked up at him and had a kiss planted on her waiting lips, whimpering softly at her first taste of him in six weeks. His head tilted, tongues came into play, and he held her tighter than he probably should have but she didn't seem to mind. Her fingers tangled and tugged short auburn hair and she swallowed his moan. She couldn't get enough of him. Her face flushed, tears stung harder and rolled down her face and onto his. She held onto him tighter, pulling him closer down to her.

He broke the kiss as they both panted against each other, licking the remains off of their lips. She buried her face in his neck and sighed as they stood there for a few minutes. Neither of them talked. She was hugging him the tightest she ever had, he took notice that she was trying really hard not to cry. He found it weird that he didn't have any of those feelings he thought he would have; he wasn't embarrassed, he wasn't shy, it felt like it picked right back up where they physically left off. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe they really did need each other.

"Hi." Delia whispered against his chest.

"Hey yourself." He whispered against the crown of her head.

She felt clingy towards him and she didn't mean too, but she couldn't believe he was really here. In her own mind, she thought maybe he was lying through texts when he said he was on his way and he'd leave her there. She probably deserved it the way she'd acted towards him. It was cold outside and his body was warmness seeped into her skin it felt like, he felt so good.

"C'mon." Delia said with a smile on her face.

He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips, "Where?"

"I want to show you off," She gripped his hand tightly and tugged him towards the group of people he had noticed was watching them.

He groaned and let her lead the way, he wasn't comfortable around new people like this but he'd deal with it. In a few minutes, he'd have her to himself again. He was quiet the entire time they stood with the group of friends, he was much taller than everyone and it just felt awkward.

"So, you like a mime or something?" The blond-headed boy shoved at his arm gently, causing Jon's focus to go off of what Delia was saying.

"No?" Jon huffed.

"Then whats up, man?"

"Nothing." With one look at the man fully, Jon knew something wasn't right with him. Ego's didn't clash there, personalities came out heavily and he could see the jealous look Adam gave their hands that were interlocked tightly against Delia's side. Adam was jealous of him and he didn't really know why but he knew he couldn't trust him.

"So you have your own shop? You like work on cars and stuff?" Adam asked, Jon could hear the annoyance in his voice. It actually humored Jon.

"Yeah, motorcycles, cars, trucks, anything of that sort." Jon nodded, squeezing Delia's hand a little tighter visibly just to see how much it made Adam squirm or if it would. It did.

"Yeah well that's cool I guess." Adam nodded and pushed his hands in his front pockets, "So how do you know Dels?"

"Dels?" Jon arched an eyebrow and looked at him fully.

"Your girlfriend?" Adam asked sarcastically.

"No shit," Jon laughed, "Sort of from school."

After a few minutes of listening to the girls talking, Adam huffed loudly and looked over at the couple. He wondered why Delia loved him, or even why she was with him. Delia didn't deserve a scum looking boy dressed in a work-shirt and a black tank top underneath it. She deserved a man dressed in the finest suits, maybe Armani and one who is able to take her out to nice dinners. Jon didn't look like he could give half of that, although he drove up in a nice muscle car. He then realized that Jon was the owner of a mechanic shop and he probably did have money. That's how he kept Delia, Adam thought. Delia was a money-girl.

Well if that's all she wants, Adam thought to himself, Then it shouldn't be hard to win her over.

Delia wrapped her arm around Jon's waist and leaned against his chest, unaware of the jealousy brewing between the two men beside of her. She was lost in conversation with the two girls who were talking about holiday dresses and family traditions. She looked up at Jon and was rewarded with his searing gaze. It felt like a jolt running through her body, she craved him almost. She had to keep her control. Sex was good with him, it really was, but she didn't want to be humiliated like she was during the Skype call.

"Well, Sweet Dels, I think we all are going to let you go." Adam spoke up, cutting the girls conversation off.

"Oh," Delia said softly and nodded thoughtfully, "I didn't realize I was keeping you from anything."

"You're not at all, I just think it's time to let you two get on your way. They're calling for snow and you two need to be safe." Adam smiled.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Ready, Jon?"

Jon nodded and helped her back her things into the back of his car. They were soon on their way back home, she could feel the tension grow just a bit. Her heart pounded in her chest so loud, her palms were sweaty, and it sort of gave her this odd feeling. Why was he doing this to her? This wasn't normal, the quietness wasn't them. Six weeks apart had destroyed them, and she knew that, but it wasn't all her fault. She could tell he was in a dark place, somewhere deep in his own head, and she had no idea of how to pull him out of it.

"You want anything to eat?" Jon offered, quickly glancing over to her sitting body.

She shrugged, "A little bit."

He nodded and turned the radio back up, the bass of the old ninety's song rattling the doors slightly. She smiled, maybe he wasn't in the dark place after all. He seemed normal in her presence. They were just trying to work out the awkwardness of their separation. That's all it had to be, right?

They ended up in the same booth of the waffle house they sat in only a few months ago, this time they were sitting close together and there wasn't the table separating them. She leaned into his chest, under his arm that he had wrapped tightly around her. She held the front of his t-shirt as they talked about her first semester of college.

"So," He grinned, "How's the whole thing going?"

She nodded and nuzzled her cheek against his chest, "It's going good really. Just…I hate that it's so far away from home, ya know? There's nights that I miss my home, ya know? Nights that I miss laying beside of you…" Her voice trailed off as he took that in. It felt good to know what she still wanted and dreamt of being beside of him as much as he dreamed of her.

"So Adam seems to be pretty keen on you," Jon joked but the joke stung her deep. She heard the crack of jealousy in his voice.

She shrugged, "He's a friend Jon."

"No, he's crushing."

"He is not," She snapped, "Why are you being so insecure?"

"I'm not being insecure; I'm trying to joke around with you. Goddamn, Delia you're too uptight." Jon shook his head and removed his arm from around her.

"Oh, I'm too uptight?" Delia laughed sarcastically, "Yeah. Real fucking honest, aren't you there bud?"

Jon rolled his eyes and moved so that he was out of the booth, "I'm not dealing with you now. You want to be a bitch? Fine, be a fucking bitch. But do me a favor, sweetheart and keep the bitch in here. Come out to the car when you've snapped back into reality."

She watched as he walked away from the table and out the front glass doors. She sulked in her seat for a few minutes before leaving after him, stomping her feet as she walked. He wasn't going to get by with calling her a bitch, no one got away with calling her a bitch without knowing exactly what she was capable of.

"HEY!" She screamed at him in the parking lot, watching as he rolled his eyes and leaned up against the car.

"I'm not talking to you if you're just going to be an unreasonable brat. I don't have time for the ungrateful assholes of the world."

"Oh, so now I'm a bitch and an asshole? You're one to talk, buddy!" She poked his chest, "You are the one who is jealous of Adam and you have NOTHING to be jealous of."

She took in his wide stance. His chin pushed out towards her, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, he leaned back against the car and pointed his hips out towards her, his shoulders pressed backwards. He looked powerful, fuck – he was powerful. She knew anyone passing by them knew this was true, he showed dominance. He wasn't someone to fuck with. His jaw ticked, his hair hung down in his blue eyes, and under his closed lips she could see his tongue raking out over his teeth. She knew then he wasn't jealous of anyone, he knew she was his, and he had to just show it to the Adam.

Jon didn't know why he was so pissed off, she knew how to push his buttons though, and she made sure she did. He loved her. He loved her so much. But he didn't know just how much longer he could deal with this constant arguing. It hurt, he'd argued with everyone he seemed to care the most about in his life. It's like after a few months of him, everyone got tired or realized he wasn't good enough for them and they moved on. He didn't blame them, not a lot of people knew how to deal with an abused bastard kid from the harsh streets of Cincinnati. He didn't even know how to deal with himself half the time.

"I don't have a fucking thing to be jealous of, I know, because he knows now that I'm not some figment of your imagination. So are you going to go in there and eat or are you going to get in the car?" Jon shrugged his shoulders as he lit his cigarette, a shiver ran through his raged body.

"Take me to my mothers," She grumbled and slammed the car door.

He quickly joined her in the car and grumbled to himself, "My fucking pleasure."

This seems to be crumbling...