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Chapter 7: Things Fall Apart
Dean looked around the room. He'd picked up the messes and even spraid some air freshener. He wouldn't have bothered for most hookups, but it was Jen's first time, he didn't want he thinking back on it with memories of the smell of his gym socks. Plus he did like her. He smiled when there was a knock on the door. He opened it and Jen was standing there sheepishly.
"You look beautiful," he whispered and kissed her, pulling her inside. She tried to ignore the voice in her head as they kissed and closed the door. They fell back against the bed and she whimpered as his hand rode up her thigh and tugged at her underpants. They were off in a matter of seconds. He touched inside of her gently. She whimpered. "You're soft," he whispered.
"Dean," she groaned. "That's," he kept going. "Oh," she'd never felt like this. He kissed her chest.
"Do you like it?" He asked. She groaned. "That's yes," he laughed.
"Dean," she whispered as he kissed her neck. "Dean, wait," she put her hands against his chest.
"What's wrong?" He said. "I've got condoms, if that's what you're worried about. I mean, I've never done this." She looked at him, "I mean, you're my first virgin." He stopped. "That sounded really skeezy, huh?"
"Did Julie have a pregnancy scare last year?" Jen asked. He looked at her.
"What?" He said and sat up. She looked at him.
"When you two were together," she sat up, "did Julie have a pregnancy scare?" He swallowed.
"Yeah," he whispered, "yeah, she did." She looked at him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked. He looked at her and sighed. "I mean, I asked you what happened between you guys, that's like a huge detail to leave out."
"She wasn't pregnant!" He said standing up. "You know? I mean, yeah it was a weird fucking couple of days. But it was nothing!"
"You thought she was," she said. He looked at her. "And then you slept with someone else."
"I know," he said.
"Are you just with me because you know it will make her jealous?" She said, her eyes filling up with tears.
"Jenny," he whispered, "no, it's not like that." She looked at him. "I really like you." She wiped her eyes. "Please don't cry," he sat down and wiped her tears away. "Please," he kissed her. She whimpered. "We were having good time right?" She nodded. "OK, so," he kissed her. "Where were we?" She kissed him and lay down.
"Do you think you could ever love me?" She asked. He looked at her.
"I know I could," he answered truthfully. They further undressed each other. She looked at his naked body above her. "Are you sure?" He whispered in her ear. "I don't want you to unless you're sure."
"I'm sure," she whispered and kissed him. "I want to." He leaned over to the nightstand and switched off the light and then pressed into her. "Oh, Dean!"
Julie sat across a restaurant table from Adam jiggling her foot. He looked at her.
"Julie," he said, she looked at him. "Relax, OK?"
"She's having sex with him," she said. "I mean," he sighed. "She's fourteen."
"You were fourteen," he pointed out.
"I didn't lose my virginity out of spite!" She said.
"Yes you did," he said. She looked at him. "You slept with a football player because you got into a fight with Scooter." She crossed her arms. "At least she knows his name."
"I knew his name," Julie grumbled. "It was Boone, or Burke or something." Adam laughed. "I knew it at the time." She looked at him. "When your first time?"
"Summer after freshman year," he shrugged. "Up at the lake, her name was Clara, she was a lifeguard." Julie started laughing. "Cliché right?"
"Kinda," she nodded.
"So, Boone, or Burke," he said, "and then Scooter, and Portman, and me?"
"There was a guy in Bangor between Scooter and Portman," she said. He nodded. "And so, Clara, and Bea Valdez last year at homecoming,"
"Gemma Walker," he said. She cocked her head. "The daughter of one of my parents friends, we took tennis lessons together. She goes to Blake."
"I see," she said. "They liked her didn't they?" He smiled.
"Yeah," he nodded. "They did more than I did."
"But you had sex with her," she said. "I've never had sex with someone I didn't even like."
"I didn't say I didn't like her," he laughed, "I just said my parents like her better than I did." She nodded. "They'll like you too," he leaned across to kiss her. "They just don't know you. That's why I want to take you to dinner with them."
"At the club," she raised her eyes. He nodded.
"Their turf," he said, "make them feel at ease." She said. "They know how I feel about you. I mean, my dad's intense and everything but my parents want me to be happy." She smiled. "And, when your parents come to see a game and make sure that Jen hasn't fallen into the seventh circle of hell under your influence, we'll go out to dinner with them, and then this will be real."
"Yeah," she said, "except for Jen, it'll be my fault." He looked at her.
"It's not though," he said. "You tried to protect her Julie. But she's gonna make her own mistakes." Julie nodded. "I feel guilty too," she looked at him. "I led her on."
"I know," she shrugged. He looked at her. "Adam, you did. I'm not arguing the point with you."
"Sometimes I wish you were at least a little bit like other girls," he shook his head.
"I keep you guessing," she grinned. He laughed.
Jen and Dean lay in bed, her head rested on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
"You want to stay?" He asked. She looked at him. He kissed her, he hadn't slept with, like actually slept with a girl since Julie, but he didn't want to send Jen packing.
"I don't have anything to sleep in," she said.
"I think we can find something," he stretched and stood up, pulling his boxers on. He went into his dresser and grabbed a tee shirt and then put it back.
"What's wrong?" Jen asked.
"Just, not that one," he pulled another and tossed it to her. She nodded.
"The Cubs suck," Julie said, pulling his teeshirt over her head.
"So don't wear the shirt," he shrugged, "I'd prefer you didn't." She rolled her eyes.
"Your team got cursed by a goat," she kissed him. "That's terrible."
"And trading the greatest player ever," he clicked his tongue, "that's not at all pathetic."
"It's a goat, Portman," she straddled him and kissed him, "it eats tin cans." He laughed. "However, being cursed by the greatest player to ever play the game is seriously bad ass." They kissed.
"You are crazy hot," he whispered as she kissed his neck. "Even for a Red Sox fan." She giggled and rolled over so Julie was on her back.
"Ew," Jen looked down at the shirt.
"Is there a problem?" He raised his eyebrows and crawled over.
"Well," she shrugged, "no, but The Bears?" He groaned. "I always thought that I'd sleep a nice Pats fan the first time."
"You like football?" He said.
"I like Tom Brady," she grinned. He kissed her neck. "Dean," she mumbled.
"Mm," he whispered and pulled her close.
"Was I alright?" She looked at him. He pushed her hair off her face. "I mean, I know you've been with lots of girls, and,"
"Lots would be an exaggeration," he said. "There have been a few though, yeah," she looked at him anxiously. "You were great," he kissed her. "And either you already know how to put on a show, or I didn't suck either."
"You did not suck," she said yawning. "I've never felt like this."
"Me neither," he whispered. Why was it so easy with Jen? He could say things out loud that he'd never said before. He'd thought them with Julie, but he could never say them. She curled her arms around his waist and fell asleep. He kissed her forehead and she snuggled closer. "I'm falling in love with you." He said, once he knew she was fast asleep and couldn't hear it. He'd never said that out loud, not even about Julie, who he'd been pretty sure it was true with.
Julie took a deep breath the next morning and knocked on Jen's door. She had donuts and two Nestle Quik's in her hand, one chocolate (for Jen) and one strawberry (for her). A peace offering. Cammie opened the door.
"Uh hi," Cammie said.
"Hey," Julie sighed, "is Jen awake?" Cammie bit her bottom lip.
"She didn't come in last night," Cammie said. "She didn't pick up her phone either, I was kinda worried."
"Oh," Julie whispered, "well, when she gets back can you give her this." She held out the chocolate. "She'll know what it means."
"Sure," Cammie nodded. Julie looked at her. "She's really jealous of you, you know?"
"Because of Adam?" Julie asked. Cammie snorted.
"You're joking right?" Cammie said. "Because of everything. I think she thinks you're like the coolest person ever."
"Jen Gaffney?" Julie asked. Cammie nodded. "I'm pretty sure you're mistaken."
"I'm pretty sure I'm not," Cammie said. "Anyway, I'll give her the Quik, see you." Julie nodded and walked away and Cammie closed the door. Julie walked down into the sunshine and fresh air and closed her eyes. Jen hadn't come back to her room. Which meant that she'd probably done it. That was sickening enough, but the thought that she'd spent the night. For all of his pointless hooking up she knew that she was the only girl that he let sleep over, that hurt her pride a little. Hadn't he just said, well, not said exactly, but implied, that he was still in love with her?
"Hey," Adam walked over. "How did it go?" She shrugged. "Not good?"
"She wasn't there," Julie said blankly. He looked at her. "Kiss me?"
"I don't," he said softly. She grabbed onto his shirt and kissed him. He swallowed and pulled her close. She felt flushed and hot and wonderful and all of those good things. No, it had just been a physical glitch yesterday it was just residual attraction. She loved Adam, and just Adam. "Wow," he whispered. "What are you feeling guilty about?"
"Um," she said. "I told you yesterday about how I found Jen and Portman." He nodded. "I didn't tell you that after he and I sort of," he looked at her.
"Did you have sex with him?" He asked.
"No!" She said. "God, no, we just made out, a little. It wasn't a big deal." He raised his eyebrows.
"I've seen the way you two make out," he said. "Remember."
"Adam it was just kissing," she said, "It's really not a big deal."
"We'd just had sex for the first time," he said, "and then you made out with him. That's not nothing!" She swallowed. "Do you still have feelings for him?" She looked at him.
"I love you," she said. "Why are you being such a girl?"
"Why won't you just answer the question?" He asked.
"I don't know, OK?" She sighed and hugged her knees. "I thought I was over him, I really did, but I just don't know anymore."
"So all that stuff about how you wanted to protect Jen," he said. "That was just bullshit?"
"No!" She shook her head. "No, of course I was worried about Jen, Adam, it's not anything."
"I'll find you later," he shook his head.
"Adam!" She said and stood up going after him. "You're reading too much into this!"
"Am I?" He said. "You're not over him!"
"But I love you," she said. "Isn't that all that matters?"
"No, Julie it's not all that matters," he said. She sighed. "Because yeah, this time you just made out with him, but I know how you get, especially with him." She crossed her arm.
"I'm not going to have sex with him Adam!" She dropped her jaw.
Jen woke up and rolled over, Dean wasn't in bed. She frowned and sat up and then noticed a note stuck on the wall.
Woke up, took a shower, wanted to let you sleep. There's juice in the mini fridge. Be back soon.
Jen smiled and stood up walking over to the minifridge, pulling her underpants on. She leaned down and searched through for a bottle of water when the door opened.
"Portman, dude, you should have seen this chick last night," Fulton Reed groaned and then saw her. "Oh hey Jules, God, I'm glad you two got your shit together, if I had to listen to him outline his plan one more time," Jen stood up and turned around. "Uh," he said, "um, hi."
"What plan?" Jen asked.
"Sorry, I," he said, "we haven't actually met. You're Jen right?" Dean walked in.
"Hey Fult," he put his arm around her and kissed her. "Morning Jen."
"Morning," she whispered. "What was your plan?" Dean looked at her.
"Um," he said. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm sorry dude," Fulton grimaced, "I just saw the hair and she was here and I figured she was the Cat, I didn't," Jen stared at Dean.
"Jen, it's not what you think OK?" He said. "It was before I really knew you, I just thought that I'd make your sister jealous." She gaped at him. "I don't care about that anymore, though! I care about you." She grabbed her dress and pulled it on.
"I can't believe I had sex with you," she whispered and ran out.
"Jenny, wait, come on," he went after her.
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