Chapter 4:

Loose Cannon

The next day came quickly. I'd woken up at 6:00 in the morning like my usual schedule - I had completely forgotten that Mr. Wesker had given me the day off. Still, I made breakfast for myself and Mrs. Stephanie - and even made Mrs. Chambers a small sub sandwich for when she stopped by around 9:00 [Since she's made trips in and out of the house for snacks, I started making her a little something to slow up the frequent runs.]

Jake wasn't there in the morning - I guessed he never came home the night before. Just in case he did return, I left a note for him to be aware of my absence for the day but I promised to be back before it was too late.

I made sure to straighten up and clean, finishing just in time to catch Claire's call. She told me she would stop by and get me and then we were going to meet with a friend she had met recently.

I was beyond excited to get out of the house and see some more sights. I flew up the spiral stairs and told Mrs. Stephanie and Mrs. Chambers that I would be leaving - but not before informing them both that I'd made them some snacks to get them by until I returned later in that day.

Claire arrived at noon to get me. I had managed to shower, blow dry my hair and dress before she came. Once I let her in, she squealed and almost suffocated me with hugs.

We chatted for a brief moment and once I grabbed my purse, cell and house keys, we were out the door.

We caught the town bus and made our way to her place for what I hoped would be a great day.

Boy, try eventful day.

When we arrived at her home, we talked for a while about how things had been going. It was great, just Claire and myself watching movies and having usual girl talk. All the while, I couldn't help but think she was hiding something from me.

Why?

Just a hunch - especially since she kept grinning at me for no reason whenever I would get silent.

Was she waiting for me to do something?

Maybe she was going to prank me again - she and Leon did that quite often when my 21st birthday was closing in. They bombed me with water balloons when I came home from the market that morning. At first it hurt my feelings because well, I guess I can be sensitive sometimes - but not all the time - but eventually I got over it. Still, I wasn't one to like pranks, especially ones by Claire.

It wasn't until around 18:00 [6:00pm] when I found out my suspicions were correct - she was up to something.

What was the proof? Well, it started when she came to me - in my old room and demanded that I change into the clothes that she'd brought to me from her own wardrobe.

I had no idea why she wanted me to - but I went along with it, for her sake and so she wouldn't get aggressive with me. I'm a tough girl despite my mild nature but Claire was in a league of her own and well... let's just say wrestling with her is not recommended.

Our difference in height was by a mere inch - well, three centimeters to be exact so I fit the clothes she gave me quite well, but that said, I'm not very sure the style of clothes fits me...

I felt like I looked a little too edgy. She made me wear fishnet tights underneath a pair blue jean shorts that were very much short and had tears along the back pockets with the bottom purposely tattered and frazzled. I wore a fitted white shirt with black stripes across it and she'd given me a leather V-neck jacket with little silver rhinestones along the collar - this complimented the high heel boots on my feet. They reached just over my ankle - the fur on the inside of them stuck out of the boot cutely and there were buckles along the top with rhinestones.

The icing on the cake here was my make-up and hairdo. I had a lot more dark shadow around my eyes than I was used to but it did bring out the blue in my eyes very much. I also had on eye liner and mascara with a little lipstick but not too much because my lips are naturally very pink. I didn't need foundation so Claire skipped that and went straight to my hair.

She brought a flat iron into my old room with her. I couldn't help but think how planned this was - but for what occasion?

She styled my hair so that most of it hung over my left eye and the back of my hair was smoothed down. Finally on top of my head, she placed a black beret with a round top. The hair in front of my eye escaped the beret and she claimed it looked cute.

I've never minded wearing make-up - I didn't wear it often enough so whenever I did, I had no qualms with it.

Now, my hair was another issue.

I certainly wished I'd grown it more but my hair being short made it so much more convenient for me in the mornings. All I ever had to do was wash it, blow dry it, brush it and comb it every morning - then be on my way. I imagined if I let my hair grow, it would be another thing to frustrate myself with.

Seeing my hair the way Claire did it made me wish it were longer - at least that way maybe she could have curled it or something. I felt like no matter what I did I would always just look like a little boy...

I guess Claire could sense my turmoil because she looked me straight in the eye and told me something that made me ponder a bit.

Sherry, you've got to start being more aware of your own beauty and strength - you're a wonderful girl so stop beating yourself up!

I'd never saw myself as very strong, but I was willing to get to that point. I wanted to be more assertive and less self-conscious…

When Claire gave me a pair of fingerless leather gloves with fur around the wrists and a light blue scarf to go loosely around my neck - I put them on with a smile on my face.

Whatever today brought me I would do my best to tackle it with grace.

Once she was finished dressing me like her new life-sized Barbie, she was full of glee and tossed me my purse. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged from the home and out into the cool October weather.

"Claire," I started once again with a sigh. "I'm going to ask one more time and I ask that you please answer me." she looked at me, her blue eyes shining with excitement. "Where are we going?"

She put her arm around my shoulder and grinned. "Sherry my dear, we are going to meet a friend of mine." she answered and then added: "And yes, he's a guy - a great guy too."

Oh, she's got a love interest. I smiled. "Really now? What's his name?"

"His name is Steve. Steve Burnside." she laughed. "We're just really good friends so don't go assuming things - got it?"

"Hm, okay, if you say so." I turned in my seat to look out the window.

We were on another bus, making our way into another city. It looked a tiny bit urban with the amounts of graffiti writing in areas on buildings. Despite this, the strong English history was still evident in the shapes of them, however, the streets were quite a bit wider than the usual English roads.

"Why are we meeting him out here?" I asked. "Did you meet him here?"

She shook her head at me. "Nah, we met the day you left." she laughed a bit. "I left out to go get a quick bite to eat. It started to rain and my umbrella blew away in the breeze - typical huh?"

"It happens." I chimed.

"Well, I started to jog back to the house and I crashed into him. He had an umbrella and asked him if he minded escorting me to the house - since we weren't too far away. He teased me a bit - bratty little punk was my first impression of him."

"Not very gentlemanly," I giggled. "Lacking in good ol' British charm?"

"Very much so," she breathed. "But I managed to convince him I'd make him a nice cup of tea and he finally caved in and brought me home."

"Did you make him the tea?"

"Oh yeah, I always keep my promises!" she smiled softly. "We sat on the front patio, listened to the rain and just talked. Turns out he's from Canada, I figured as much with the way he says sorry." she put a very heavy accent onto the word and it made me laugh.

"Had a good time with him?" I asked. I noticed she had an aura of longing to her as she spoke of this guy. Almost like when she would reminisce about her good times in college.

"Yea, I did. We talked until close to midnight. Before he left, he gave me his number and said he'd love to talk more. Brat even called me a babe - I wasn't sure whether to be flattered, annoyed or just ignore him."

That's what I thought about Jake. It was kind of weird for her to think the same as me - almost word from word!

"So, which were you?" I asked, curious.

She blushed a bit and grinned at me. "Hmmm..." she tapped her chin twice and then said: "Very much annoyed."

We got out in front of a small bar. It looked almost like an old Irish Pub and the place was bustling with people drinking and shouting. The aura of danger was very much overwhelming. I made out at least three different groups of what I was sure were biker gangs. I clung to Claire's arm as I tried my best to ignore the biker boys eyeing me.

"Calm down, okay?" Claire whispered to me. I felt her give my hand a squeeze. "If you look tough they won't bother you."

I took a deep breath and released her. Remember Sherry, you've got to be strong and confident, you can do this!

As we entered the place, the smell of booze, smoke and sweat was out of this world. I followed behind Claire as we headed towards a table located in the back. Oddly enough, the place seemed to freshen up as we got closer to one particular table.

Sitting there was a pretty young looking guy, maybe a little older than myself. His hair a rich auburn color and clean cut, short - I noticed his right ear had a small piercing. His skin was pale, from what I could make from his face and he was wearing a leather jacket with a dog tag around his neck. I couldn't see the rest of him.

He was surrounded by four others, they all looked like a fierce bunch and I made sure not to make eye contact - just to be safe.

Oh Claire, why would you bring me here? Is this some sort of prank? My birthday isn't until -

"Steve!" Claire shouted beside me. There was so much noise in the pub that she was barely loud enough.

"Well, well," I assumed this was Steve as he was the only one who stood from his seat and stepped forward to meet us. He had a smile on his face and I noticed a glint come to his eye. "Claire, how are you, babes?"

"What did I tell you about calling me that?" she snarled slightly, a blush was on her cheeks again. "I'm not your babes!"

"Soon, my dear." he teased with a smirk. He looked at me and I shivered a bit, hoping he didn't notice. "Looks like you brought a friend! Who's this lovely girl?"

I was faking this bravery thing. I extended my hand to him. "Sherry, nice to meet you."

He grinned. "Well she's nice and fine as wine, too!" I blushed much to my own dismay. "Is she coming too?"

Going where?

"She sure is," said Claire with that mischievous grin once again. I felt my heart racing.

"Well in that case, allow me to introduce you to the crew." he gestured to the four people behind him. "This is Carlos," Carlos was handsome and looked very much Hispanic. He wore similar attire as Steve, though he wore more green and was taller than him.

"This lovely lady is Sheva, tough as nails this chick." Sheva was lovely with her olive skin and enchanting eyes. I couldn't help but think she reminded me of a panther with her glowing hazel eyes. She looked the epitome of beauty and death.

"This guy with the hoodie here is David," David gave off an aura of mystery, the black hoodie he wore made him seem intense. His eyes were smoky in color and he had an expressionless face.

And now..." he pulled one guy forward and I noticed that said guy and Claire looked delighted to see each other. "You should already know Piers."

"Piers!" Claire squealed and gave the guy a big hug. Piers looked very friendly, especially when he laughed and returned her embrace. He was handsome, not too tall and just seemed all around approachable.

"Hey Claire, you're totally suffocating me." Piers said, his voice was raspy.

"Sorry," Claire released him. "I just never knew you knew who Steve was!"

"Steve and I are cousins."

"Yeah," Steve stepped forward and gave Piers a look. "He told me he met you from your brother, what's that all about?"

Piers chuckled a bit and it made me smile. Okay, why am I smiling at him? "When I was in the army, I was good friends with her brother - we still are. So when I came to visit him, I met Claire there." he had a sheepish grin on his face. "I wasn't expecting you to be here, Claire."

"Same here!" she giggled.

"Better be all there is to it..." I heard Steve mumble. Someone's jealous...

"Piers, this is Sherry," Claire grabbed my hand and made me shake his. "Sherry, this is Piers."

"Nice to meet you." I said and felt my cheeks heat up.

"Likewise," he said with another smile.

"Okay, okay." Steve intercepted. "Introductions aside, you guys ready? The big event starts in a bit and I've got to be there for it." He put an arm around Claire's waist and winked to her when she scowled. "You guys ready?"

"Yeah!" everyone around me shouted and I stood there dumbfounded.

Just what are we about to do?!

I looked at Claire, unable to stop the panic from coming on. "W-Where are we... What are we - What's going on, Claire?" I shouted over the other voices in the vicinity.

She pulled me closer by my arm. "We're here to see some fights, that's all."

Did she say... fights? As in underground fighting?

"Claire, is this legal?" I cried.

"Probably not but who cares, we will be in and out in no time!"

I felt sick with anxiety. I had never been involved in anything criminal! For goodness sake, I was responsible for the care of a young child and couldn't afford to get anything bad on my record!

I felt conflicted, anxious and angry all the same. Why didn't Claire tell me this was what we were going to do? I should have known though, especially after she made me dress so hardcore. Surely I shouldn't have assumed I was going to be doing anything innocent.

I wanted to yell at her and leave - but I couldn't. This was the same lady who was kind enough to take me in, bring me here, and loved me no matter what. So why did she put me in the middle of a situation that I wasn't comfortable with? To strengthen me? Hell - she could've just taken me for boxing lessons!

I didn't notice how fumed I was until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I gasped when I realized it was Piers.

"Hey, you alright Miss?" he asked softly. Claire and the rest were walking ahead, he and I were trailing behind but not by much.

I sighed, fighting back tears of frustration. "I'm okay..."

"Not your usual scenery?"

I blinked at him, shocked that he could read me so well. "Honestly... no, it's not."

"Not mine either," he started. "But I'm here to just have a good time and maybe you should try too."

"How...?" I asked myself this more but I was sure Piers had heard me.

I watched Claire and Steve walk side by side, his arm still around her waist and she was laughing at something he said. She looked truly happy - despite our surroundings. She was always so carefree and lively, I wanted to be that way.

If only I could be more easy-going.

We got to the back door and exited the pub one by one. We walked through the back alley for a while until we reached a large warehouse. The large twin metal doors were sealed by a chain and padlock.

Steve walked up and pulled out his keys from his pocket. Moments later the chain and padlock fell to the ground and I watched quietly beside Piers as Carlos and David opened the doors for us to enter.

We walked inside and I couldn't help but notice how badly the place needed remodeling. The ceiling was coming down, the floors were cracked and the whole area before us was empty. The room glowed grey courtesy of the moonlight shining in from above.

I shivered from the cold and looked to Claire. She was talking to Sheva now and they looked to be enjoying each other's company. Steve was chatting with David and Carlos about something and from beside me, Piers had begun to look around the place with the same expression that I held.

I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking the same as I was.

Why isn't this place condemned?

At least it was quiet in here, unlike the pub from earlier. My nerves were finally starting to ease up a bit.

"Sherry, is it?" I turned to Piers and nodded to confirm my name. "This isn't where the fights are, if you're wondering." he whispered. "They're downstairs. Up here is where David and Carlos keep watch for the cops."

I blanched, eyes widening. "C-Cops?" I whispered dumbfounded. "Oh boy..."

"Relax," Piers whispered, chucking a bit. "Listen, I know it might be crazy - scary even for those of us who like to live on the sunny side of life..." he met my eyes and they had a glint that was truly comforting. "But that shouldn't take away our ability to have a good time. We can still have fun! I mean, scary movies are scary but we still watch them for fun, right? - Well, I watch them for that reason - I don't know about you."

I started to laugh at him, he was pretty charming and I was starting to feel more at ease. "You're right. I guess I'm just being difficult - I've always been cautious and I think way too much about things when I should just be trying to have a good time."

He put his arm around my shoulder and I fought the urge to shiver under his touch. "If it helps, this is my second time here and I can honestly say I was feeling the same way you are now on my first day - but don't worry, you'll get more comfortable as the night goes on."

"I hope so," I sighed trying desperately not to get closer to him. I had a bad habit of clinging to people when I was nervous.

"You will - but if you need a boyfriend or buddy for the evening, I'm your guy!" he beamed at me.

Buddy for the evening? As in a boyfriend for the night? "Y-You mean we're like boyfriend and g-girlfriend for the evening?" I thought I might faint at the idea of getting a boyfriend, no matter how badly I wanted one, I wasn't sure I could handle it.

"Yep! We'll be attached by the hip! Best friends!" he laughed. "And plus, this way no one will mess with you - hit on you I mean."

I felt much more relieved than before. With Piers beside me I felt safe - like I had someone to talk to besides Claire and it was soothing to know.

I just made my first friend in England.

"I'd like that very much." I said softly, wrapping my arm around his waist. We laughed and walked up to the rest of the group.

Claire looked at us and giggled a bit. "Looks like you two are friends already, huh?"

"Yep." we chimed.

Sheva shook her head. "You're quite the nice guy, aren't you Piers." That's a pretty accent she has.

"We both stick out like sore thumbs so why not?" I nodded agreeing with him.

"Okay," Steve sounded out suddenly. "It's show time. We're gonna head downstairs now. Our first fighters should be here in the next thirty minutes so the place is about to get crowded. David, Carlos, you two go man the doors. Claire, you stick by me at all times." I noticed Claire roll her eyes. "Sheva, Sherry, Piers - you come on too, before things get nuts."

Claire sent me a wink as she fell in place beside Steve. "It's show time!"

I grinned, my nerves starting up again. "Piers?" I whispered. "How crowded does this place get?"

"Very."

I could barely hear anything in the room anymore - besides screaming and cursing. The basement was crowded beyond 'very' as Piers claimed. I had a spot right in the front with Piers to my right and Sheva on the left of me. I was constantly bumped by someone behind me - I even felt a guy grind against my ass. So much for having a boyfriend lessening the harassment.

The fights hadn't even started yet but so many people were yelling and screaming, tossing money and shouting bets on people. Everyone had formed around a large circle for the fighters when they arrived and seemed to be getting more and more impatient as time went on.

Finally, I saw Steve emerged from the crowd to the right of Piers and myself. He looked cocky and it was then I saw Claire come up beside him, her arm around him - she looked confident as always.

They're hosting?

I listened as Steve announced the two fighters on either side of the room. One guy was really big and muscular with a handlebar mustache and the other had a lot of tattoos on his body.

Piers started cheering as the two started fighting while I just flinched every time a blow connected. They were brutalizing each other and the crowd was going wild. I gasped as one guy lost a tooth.

"Awesome isn't it?!" Piers shouted beside me.

I smiled. "Yeah!" Not really! People are getting hurt!

I felt Sheva tap me and I looked at her. "These guys are pushovers! Just wait for the real fighters - you'll be in awe, trust me!"

"Why's that?" I shouted back.

"The real show happens when the champions come in! Just wait, you'll see!"

A couple more fights happened and I was starting to feel a bit sick because of the bloody noses, bruises and teeth I kept seeing. One fight was so intense, the loser got tossed into the crowd - not on my side luckily but I felt bad for the guys that got crushed.

The next fight was two girls. One was a blonde with a ponytail. She looked more than ready to kick some ass. The other was a brunette with a bored almost poker face expression. She was tall and fit with well - proportioned curves. She wore a black fitted t-shirt underneath a leather jacket, on her bottom was a simple pair of jeans tucked into a pair of knee length leather boots.

"Oh my God..." I heard Piers say beside me.

I turned to him "What? What's wrong?!" I shouted over the commotion.

"It's Helena!" he looked flabbergasted. "Helena! Helena!" he shouted towards the brunette, alas she couldn't hear him.

"You know her?" I asked, looking back and forth between the two.

"I..." judging from the look in his eye - there was no mistake there.

He likes her... I looked at her and watched her approach the blonde, Piers calling for her the entire time. I wondered was she his girlfriend but doubted it because she seemed more like a long lost lover by the way he shouted for her.

"Sherry!" Sheva shouted beside me. "Piers is hooked on her - leave him be!" she laughed a bit and put her arm around me. "By the way, she's one of the pros! Watch her closely!"

I nodded but from the corner of my eye I watched Piers move through the crowds, desperately trying to somehow get to her. It was like a romance movie - except reversed somehow. Shouldn't the girl be on the sidelines crying for the guy?

A loud impact caught my attention and I watched as Helena gave the blonde girl an impressive right hook. The other girl looked dazed for a moment and then she swung at Helena. Helena sidestepped and then thrust her left fist into the girl's stomach. As she doubled over in pain, Helena waited patiently for her to rise - which she did after a couple moments.

I was amazed that her punches hurt the girl so badly. "She must have iron fists!" I shouted to Sheva.

She laughed. "Hell yeah! Look!"

As soon as I looked again, the other girl had begun to come at Helena with a flurry of fists, each one was dodged with such finesse it was hard not to start cheering - so I did. I started cheering for this girl I didn't know but damn she was so awesome!

"Go Helena!" I shouted in union with Sheva. "Get her!"

Helena tripped her opponent and began to straddle the girl, instantly she started pounding the girls face in. I cringed watching it happen but I was anxious to see Helena win. Five punches later, the girl was knocked out and Helena was named the victor by Steve and Claire.

"Yay!" Sheva and I squealed together, hugging each other and laughing.

I couldn't believe how much fun I was having suddenly. Sheva was a lot friendlier than I first thought she would be. She came off as scary but she was actually very affectionate - especially to me. She grabbed me whenever she could and would hold my hand. She even encouraged me to shout, jump up and down - even talk trash to the losers.

I was being wild for once and damn it felt good!

Helena won two matches, not a scratch was landed on her. She didn't smile when she won either - she was a serious poker faced champion and I loved her. I wanted to meet her. I figured I would try and say greetings to her once I found Piers again - hopefully he would introduce us.

I saw him approach her, instantly wrapping her in a hug. For the first time since I'd seen her, she showed emotion. She looked shocked at his contact, I could even make out a blush before she pushed him away and folded her arms around her front, and a cute pout was on her face as she awkwardly tried to keep him from enveloping her in his arms again.

"Cute, isn't it?" Sheva said, I nodded laughing. "Piers' is like, so smitten with her. I think they have history."

"I figured," I said, meeting Claire's eyes from across the room. She cheesed widely at me and then blew me a kiss. I laughed, waving to her. At least she still remembered I was there - I thought she forgot me. "I'm jealous he's such a romantic - not a lot of those around anymore!"

Sheva nodded. "Got that right."

"Shev, Sher!" we both looked to Piers as he called us over, his arm around the still pouting Helena. Sheva and I grinned to each other then made our way over, pushing through the crowds of sweaty men still shouting.

I felt like I was having an out of body experience standing in front of Helena. She was so tough I felt like I was meeting a celebrity - even more, it seemed like she was much more beautiful up close.

"Girls, this is Helena, Helena - this is Sheva and Sherry." Piers introduced us like I figured he would. Quite a hopeless romantic he seemed, but he was still a wonderful gentleman.

Sheva laughed. "Helena and I already know each other, Piers!" He blushed embarrassed and Helena sent Sheva a nod, to which she returned with a smile.

Helena looked me in the eye and I extended my hand to her, blushing when she took it. "Nice to meet you, Helena!" I shouted so she could hear me. "You're an amazing fighter!"

"And you're gorgeous, we should meet up sometimes."

...What?

"Easy Helena!" Sheva said with a loud laugh. "I don't think Sherry's into girls!"

Helena's a lesbian? But Piers likes her -

"Helena," Piers sighed. "I'm certain I can offer you more than any woman ever could!" he was dead serious now as he stared her in the eye.

"Ooh..." Sheva and I chorused, grinning. I mean, it's obvious what he was implying.

Helena pouted with a frown. "I just want a pretty girl, dickwad. Nothing's gonna stop that."

I blushed, shocked I was being hit on by a girl. Am I really that pretty? Wow...

My pride was skyrocketing now. A gorgeous girl like Helena was hitting on me - so that had to mean something.

Eventually we became so busy that we ignored two whole fights just laughing and harassing Piers. He really was quite shy with girls and it was easy to gang up on him and 'molest' him as Sheva put it. He didn't fight much, especially not when Helena licked his ear - that made him shiver for obvious reasons. Things somehow got to a point where Helena started to touch me - it was awkward... but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't having fun.

As long as she doesn't kiss me there's no problems right?

Well that got thrown out the window when Sheva kissed my cheek. Guess kisses never hurt either.

As long as it's on the cheek - That's it!

We were in the midst of ticking Piers before we realized we'd failed to hear Steve announce the next fighters. The crowd had suddenly gotten wilder, people were pushing and roughing each other up, shouting a particular name. Sheva and I got pushed into Helena and she caught us with ease, holding me there for a second before handing me to Sheva. Helena began to stand on her tippy-toes to try and see over Piers' shoulder and another guy who'd gotten in front of us. Piers was the one to look and see the fighters.

"Well, I see a really big guy, he's about 200 centimeters [about 6"5] that's for sure." Piers told us. Helena gave his backside a couple pats and he wormed away from her. "The other guy is like ten centimeters shorter. He's got a hoodie on, shit - I think it's Jay!"

"Jay?!" Sheva shouted incredulously. "He's here tonight?! Oh shit, Sherry you've gotta see this fine piece of man!"

Who's Jay? "Who is he?" I asked all three around me. Sheva took my hand, Helena put her arm around my waist and I saw her grab Piers by his belt as Sheva led us through the crowd to our former spots.

"You're gonna fucking love him, Sherry!" Sheva shouted. "He kicks ass and looks fuckable, doesn't he Helena?"

"Yep." she answered and I noticed she was standing behind Piers with her arms around his abdomen. Piers was much too excited by the fight about to go on to notice, which surprised me.

They'd have great sex. I blushed. I was really being dirty this evening.

"Look, there he is!" Sheva shouted to me and pointed at the hooded man.

He was tall, his face was hidden by the black hoodie - until he took it off. I was shivering, drool pooled in my mouth as I gazed at the God-like body before me. His muscles were lean and he had a few scratches here and there but overall he was perfect. The white beater he wore clung to his muscles and I had an itch to touch him…

Hold on... Something about the back of his head looked familiar.

As he cracked his knuckles and lifted his head from the ground to gaze at the large beast that was to be his opponent, the room's crappy lighting caught his face.

A long scar down his cheek...

My jaw dropped. Holy shit...

"Gorgeous isn't he?!" Sheva sighed, dreamily.

Oh... My... God...

All around me people were shouting Jay, Jay, Jay...

All I could think was...

"Jake?!"

A/N: Holy smokes! XD

I hope you guys/girls liked this chapter – this is actually the first part. This was an extremely long chapter so I had to shorten it. The next part will be up soon. If you see any errors, let me know - it's 2 am and I'm exhausted lol

I hope everyone's okay with PiersxHelena. I'm a big fan of them. I've seen a couple SherryxJake artists on pixiv feature them too and that just increased my love. 3 LOL

Well, R&R folks, I'll be sure to update soon! [Goes to drool over Jake]