I hated it. I hated being cooped up in the house all the time. I was tempted to just go outside and dig my grave now to get needless suffering done and over with as quickly as possible. But Samantha wouldn't even let me go within ten feet of the shovel, always playing keep-away as I tried to get it. I mean, I didn't really want to bury myself. I just wanted something to do!

So I sat inside, bored out of my mind and half tempted to chew my way out of my wrist bands that were ensuring the fact that I remained prisoner in my own home. Just three more months, James, I told myself silently. You can make it just three more months.

"Hey Samantha?" I suddenly said. My officer turned around and looked at me through narrowed eyes.

"What do you want now, twerp?"

"I was wondering if I could go outside." I replied, ignoring the fact that she had called me a twerp yet again.

Samantha waved her hand dismissively. "Yeah, sure. Go and bug some other city officer. But don't get too far away from the building, else those bracelets will trigger an alarm and we'll have to shoot you."

I grimaced at that bit of information. Biting my lip, I nodded. "Sure thing. Thanks for the warning, Sammy."

"Don't call me that, asshole."

"Love you, too, Sam!" I called behind me as I left my prison cell and into my front yard, closing the door behind me.

Breathing in the fresh air, I let out a sigh. It felt great to be outside again. Especially after three months of being cooped up with little Ms. I- Can't- Take- A- Joke- For- The- Life- Of- Me all day. Gods. She could get so annoying. And it was like my special son of Hermes tricks and charms didn't work on her! I could never get away with anything while she was watching me. I hated it! It's like she knew I was a son of Hermes and was just keeping an eye on my every move at every second…

The thought sent a shudder down my spine. No. Samantha wasn't a monster. I was sure of it. Although she could be a clear sighted mortal…

Sighing, I kicked a rock into the driveway. One of the officers posted around that area looked up, and he waved at me. Finally! A friendly face. I thought as I made my way over to him. But before I could get to him, a figure made itself known as a blur at the edge of my vision, and I turned around just in time to see Heather about to barrel into me.

Gods. Not again. I thought miserably as I braced myself for her. She flew into my arms and planted a large kiss on my lips. I couldn't help as my eyes closed and I wrapped my arms around her, deepening the kiss that she gave me. It felt good, kissing someone again. I haven't been able to for three months, and now I could. I finally started to see the benefits for having had accidentally leading the clingy girl on. She could fill in for Calla when she wasn't with me. She could be my savior from the gloom of my bored misery, giving me something to do instead of nothing to do. She could help my urges by-

No. The word suddenly struck me, pulling me back to my senses and out of the murk that Heather had created around my mind with that kiss. My eyes flew open as I realized that I was still kissing Heather. This isn't right. I want Calla, not her. I quickly pulled away from Heather, dropping her onto the ground.

"Jimmy!" She exclaimed when I turned away from her. "What are you-"

"Don't do that again, Heather." I growled.

She looked confused by that. "Don't do what again?"

"Don't kiss me again."

"Why not?"

"Because-"

"James?" A small voice asked.

I turned around to see a girl with silky, dark black hair that reached her waist in soft curls with part of her hair braided at the top in a halo braid. Her bright blue eyes were wide open in shock, her face paled as horror washed over it. Immediately my stomach clenched as I looked at her, doing somersaults as I tried to form words in my mouth.

"C-Calla? What are you doing here?"

She ignored my words, looking at Heather and then back at me. "A-are you…?"

I looked at Heather and then back at Calla. "Am I…?" I finally realized what she was hinting at, and I immediately shook my head. "N-no!" I exclaimed, though I knew it was a lie. I had been cheating on her, and she saw that, and I knew she knew that I had been by the disbelieving look in her beautiful blue eyes. Heather saw this, and a smile tugged at her lips. She reached up and pulled me in for another long, tense kiss. And I took it, unable to stop as my urges settled in again. I wanted so desperately to pull her close to me, to run my hands all over her and-

"James!" Calla exclaimed, pulling me back to my senses. My head snapped away from Heather's, our lips parting. I looked over to my beautiful flower, who I knew was no longer my flower anymore from the tears that glistened in her eyes. "How could you?"

"Calla. I-I didn't mean to! Please! You have to understand!"

"You promised!" She cried. She pulled a ring off of her finger, one that had a blue diamond flower in the center, the band curling around it as though it were vines, and she held it out to me like it was poison to her touch. "You gave me your promise!"

"Suck up, bitch." Heather suddenly snarled. "He's mine now."

Calla glared at the blonde girl next to me, resisting her tears. I couldn't help but to try one more time to get her to understand. "Please. Calla, I never meant for this to happen. I don't even know what's going on. Please. I love you, Calla. Please. Give me one mo-"

"You don't deserve another chance, James." Calla sobbed. "Gods. I thought you were different! I thought that maybe, possibly, that you were the one, but you aren't!"

"Calla…" I said her name sadly, felling tears prick my own eyes as I reached out to her.

"No!" She cried, pulling away from my touch. She threw the ring down that was still in her hand, getting it lost in the grass of my lawn. The flowers on the box that she was carrying wilted, petals drying and falling off before she threw it down, whatever was inside of it shattering like glass. She finally sent me a hateful glare with her bright blue eyes, tears still streaming down her face. "Don't talk to me again, James." She growled, voice wavering before she began to walk back towards the bus stop that was three blocks down, the one that I used to always walk her to at the end of every visit she made to me.

Finally my tears spilled, and Heather rested a hand on my arm before pulling me in for another kiss. And I let her. I was broken. I didn't care about the world anymore, so I might as well start caring about Heather. Calla didn't want me anymore, so I should shift my mind towards Heather. Take refuge in her arms since Calla didn't want me in hers any longer. Hold Heather in my own since Calla was now gone from mine, out of my reach of my thieving hands.

After a while, I pulled away from Heather and wiped at my eyes. "Let's take this inside." I told her before I spun around on my heels and went inside, giving her the option of following after me. And she did, excitement clear on her simple, less- beautiful- then- Calla's face.

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Oooo... Drama llama. :D

Um... yea. Had to end it there because, as you all are probably gonna guess... James will in fact "pierce the veil", to put it lightly. *grimaces* Yeah. So he was caught, now he's being stupid with Heather and doing stupid stuff and his lifeis going down hill, blah blah blah. You all know this story. But you don't know this one. ;3