(Author's note: SO SORRY for the long update guys, got a new laptop, had writer's block, wrote the chapter in a course of a few weeks, then released that the dividers didn't work. That's why I have to use the x's. )

"Nice to meet you, Karen." I actually manage to say which surprised me. Usually, when something like this happens, my voice tends to get stuck and when I try to talk I sound like I'm choking.

I clear my throat then look at that lying asshole.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Jeff… I'm gonna get going, you lying sack of shit"

I storm out of the dressing room and immediately the tears start streaming down my face. How could I be so fucking stupid?

"Shannon!" Jeff comes after me.

"Fuck you, Jeff." I snarl at him as he approaches me.

"Its not what you think." Jeff says as he tries to grab my hand. Pulling my arm back, I turn around and face him; giving him one helluva death glare. "Oh? Then what the hell IS it, then? How stupid do you really think I AM?" I can feel the tears sliding down my cheek. "You LIED to me! You fucking played with my mind and made me think you actually did care but in reality, all you wanted was a naive underaged teenager for your sick fucking fantasies… I'm DONE with you Jeffrey, you make me sick. I hope I never EVER see you again, more importantly, I hope everything you've worked so hard for comes crashing down in flames. I want to watch you burn." With that, I give him a look of disgust before turning around and walking off, leaving Jeff speechless.

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The events from today keep replaying in my head, making it nearly impossible for me to sleep. I keep tossing and turning, trying to find the right position but I just couldn't… Having a wet pillow didn't help with the comfort either. I can't believe deceitful Jeff was to his girlfriend and to me… Now that I think about it, I feel terrible that I slept with him. For Christ's sake, his girlfriend is pregnant with HIS child. Well, in all honesty, I had no idea that he had a girlfriend let alone that she was also pregnant! Mom was right, sex is bad!

I should've known that it was too good to be true. I just met the man and somehow he's already in love? I thought I was so strong, come to find out, I'm just the opposite; I'm SO naive.

Looking over at my nightstand, I see that fucking notebook that he gave to me. I'm ever so tempted to sell it to the media for a nice big pay day but since my mother taught me never to seek revenge on those who hurt me, I quickly erase the idea from my head.

I just wish that I had an answer to all these unanswered questions. Somethings are best left unanswered, right? Then why do I feel like I need closure?

Grabbing the notebook and turning on my lamp, I flip through the many pages, carefully reading every journal entry he's made. Maybe they'll be something in here that will give some sort of explanation as to why he would do such a thing to me.

The sun is beginning to rise and I'm still reading through the scribbles that Jeff calls his 'handwriting'. Its like he took a pen, placed it in-between his toes, and tried his best to write what came to his mind.

My eyes are strained and burning because I'm exhausted. (How the hell can college students function like this?) Anyways, so far nothing he's written mentions Karen, their unborn child, or even his so called 'love' for me.

The sun is beginning to rise and the birds are chirping, I have to get some sleep, my body is begging me to just give up for the night but my mind is telling me otherwise.

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"SHANNON, ITS THE PHONE!" My sleep is disturbed by a screeching yell from my mother. She does this sometimes, she'll yell at me from downstairs.

The phone rings again.

"I KNOW its the phone. I HEAR the phone." I yell back, my voice still heavy with sleep.

"WELL WHO'S CALLING AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR?" She yells back and I sit up on my bed. So much for sleeping today.

"I don't know." I respond through a yawn.

"WELL ASK THEM WHY THEY'RE CALLING AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR!"

My mother kills me sometimes, she could just pick up the phone and ask them herself.

"HOW CAN I ASK THEM WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU?" I yell back in my loudest voice then reach for the cordless phone that's on my nightstand.

Taking a deep breath, I pick up the phone and in my most relaxed voice, I answer.

"Hello?" Did I mention that my accent is always thicker when I wake up?

"Shannon?" That voice.

My body froze when i heard that voice. Jeffrey.

"What do you want?" I hiss through the phone. I know he can hear the hate and hurt in my voice… I'm trying like hell to hide the hurt.

"Shannon, I need to talk to you about last night." The man sounds desperate, I just want to break down and tell him that I forgive him… Even though I DON'T!

There are so many thoughts that are going through my mind. I want to hear his explanation but I also don't want to even give him the luxury of my presence. What the hell can I say to let him know how I'm feeling?

"Go fuck yourself Hardy. You're not going to have your cake and eat it too! Go feed whatever bullshit you want to say to Karen. She's the one you obviously want. Goodbye and see you in hell." I slam the phone down onto the receiver and angrily wipe at the tears that are running down my cheeks.

Damn it, and I promised myself that I wouldn't cry.