I decided that Donna could be: A. Jack's client who he is very close with; B. A "client" or friend with benefit; or C. his actual girlfriend. I didn't like the thought of any of those choices, and all throughout the day, I pondered what Donna was to Jack. She didn't leave.

As I sorted the laundry in the laundry room, I felt a buzzing coming from my back pocket. I reached back and pulled out my phone not bothering to look at the call ID. "Hello?" I answered blandly as a I put it on speaker.

"Kimmy!" Sloane's voice rang through the receiver. I couldn't help but laugh. "When are you coming home tonight?" She sounded lonely. Poor thing.

"Maybe 6," I answered as I go back to the job at hand. Sloane let out a irritable groan . "But I'll ask if I can go home early," I added quickly.

"Great! So details! Now!" I could almost hear her smile through the receiver which caused me to laugh. "Like what's the boss like? He old and grumpy?"

"No... His name is Jackson Berkley."

"Looking it up right now..." her voice faded slightly as the typing of the computer keys rang. "Holy fuck!" Great... Sloane was interested. "He's one hot piece of ass!" I couldn't help but laugh. So naive. Someone cleared their throat behind me. As I quickly hung up on Sloane, I slowly turned to face a pair of familiar hazel eyes. My breath hitched as my eyes trailed down to his wide grin. His hair was short but long enough to run a hand through. I knew this face too well.

"Brody?" I could barely get the words out. Brody Carlson was standing right in front of me. His grin widened even more at the sound of his name.

Jack and I were walking home from school. As we walked to his house, we stopped. A long black car was parked outside on his driveway. I looked up at Jack's face to scan his expression; It was blank.

"Hey Kimmy," he said as he pulled me into an embrace. I was pulled into his chest where my face snuggled in. His chest was warm, very warm.

We slowly walked up to the house to find Joan, Jack's foster mom, standing at the door with a boy and two men in suits. The two men and Joan seemed to be in a deep conversation. Jack and I were hidden so they weren't able to see us properly, but the boy did. He slowly turned towards us and my breath hitched slightly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked a little two excitedly. Brody let out a soft chuckle.

"I came to see my little brother, but he seemed a little occupied," he explained. Occupied? Probably knocking up Donna. "But, Rudy told me you were here, so I thought I might as well visit."

The boy was around Jack's age, maybe a little older. His hair was slightly unkept but spiked up at the front. His hazel eyes seemed to pierce through my brown ones. I decided I didn't like him, until he smiled. His smile seemed to make his whole face light up.

The rest of the day consisted of talking with Brody as he helped me with the chores. It was nice to talk to an old friend like him. I missed him so much. We sat in the kitchen catching up on the last eight years. Brody, like me, had decided to go onto majoring in literature, but he didn't really have an idea of what occupation he wanted, he honestly had so much money, that he didn't need a job thanks to Jack.

Mika would occasionally pop in, and I could see a bit of jealousy flash through her eyes. Two men. I inwardly laughed. By the time five thirty rolled around, it didn't feel like I was separated from Brody for so long. After another long embrace, I headed out for the front door, but not before I heard a door close from the top floor. Miss Donna Tobin came strolling down the stairs with her heels clutched in her hand. Her makeup was slightly smeared and she had bed head. She was also wearing Jack's shirt...

Jack followed close behind holding her hand. He, of course, was shirtless. The two stopped at the front door and faced each other. Jack's hand raised and lightly hooked a lock of Donna's hair behind her ear and whispered something into it. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as he did. It made me sick. The two shared an awfully long and heated kiss, and Donna was out the door.

Right before Jack turned to me, I felt an arm wrap around my waist. I looked up to Brody's face and he smiled warmly at me. "Hey, baby brother," he greeted. Jack's eyes wandered to Brody's hand latched onto my hip, before trailing up to mine. There was something in his eyes that made me want to reach out to him, but I didn't. It would be wrong.

Jack only nodded an acknowledgment to Brody and headed back upstairs silently. My eyes followed him all the way up. As soon as we heard the door close, Brody's hand dropped from my waist. After saying goodbye, I headed back home.

Sloane was sitting on the couch when I entered the tiny apartment. When I set my keys on the kitchen counter, she immediately turned around and had the biggest smile plastered on her face. Sloane was the type of girl who didn't need makeup to look pretty. Even now, in her white v-neck, baggy shorts, bare face, and messy bun hair, she looked flawless and gorgeous, yet another thing I envied about her...

"Kimmy!" she bounded off the couch and nearly tackled me in a bear hug causing me to laugh. "How was work?" she asked excitedly, but I knew that she wasn't interested in work. She was interested in Jack.

I merely shrugged and sat on the couch. Sloane had ordered pizza and it was lying freshly on the coffee table. Taking a small slice, I sat back and devoured it. "You'd think they didn't feed you there," Sloane joked and we both laughed as she sat next to me. We spent the rest of the night with Sloane asking questions while I answered them. It went a little like this:

Sloane: "So how old is he?"

Me: "26"

Sloane: "Is he as handsome as he is in the photos?"

Me: No answer

Sloane: "Is he seeing someone?"

Me: "Yes."

Sloane: "Damn... Does he have a brother?"

Me: "Yeah... He's 27..."

I honestly didn't want to give much information out to Sloane about my past with the Berkley boys, but I could never avoid her questions. After Sloane asked all she needed, I said my goodnight and headed to my room. Once I washed and dressed into my tank and sweats, I fell onto my bed, my wonderful bed. The moment my head hit the pillow, sleep engulfed me,

I woke up early the next morning. After waking up Sloane, I headed into the kitchen to make breakfast. Sloane came groggily dragging herself in moments later. "Why so early?" she complained as she slumped into a chair at the kitchen table. Sloane hated waking up early on Mondays. And Tuesdays, and Wednesday, and every other day of the week.

I laughed as I brewed the coffee and whisked the eggs for the omelets. "We go over this everyday, Sloane," I answered as I poured the egg mixture onto the pan. "This is the consequence for taking morning classes." Sloane irritably groaned and held her head in her hands. "Don't worry. Just one more week before final exams, and then graduation. After that, you can wake up as late as you want." The smell of eggs and coffee wafted throughout the whole room.

"Why do you wake up so early?" Sloane asked as she sat back. "You take afternoon classes, remember?"

"If I didn't wake up early, you'd never be able to make any of your classes."

After setting Sloane's breakfast in front of her, the door bell rang to the ring of the doorbell. Sloane continued eating her breakfast, so I forced myself to get it. The person at the door wasn't someone I was expecting...