Shea woke up and realized she wasn't alone. She felt okay, luckily something in her genetics saved her from hangovers. She lay with the sheet about her waist, and Vince's arm covering her breasts. The sheet was only covering his waist also, and their feet stuck out from the bottom.

The door to her room popped open suddenly, and Mia walked in. "Hey Shea, you up y…OHHHMIGOD!" she screamed when she saw the two in bed. "Oh my, oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize, I'm sorry." People had come running at her scream and saw past her to the bed. There were several exclamations made before she could get the door shut. Vince had shot up in bed at her yell.

"Shit." he said. He looked at the blonde next to him. "I meant to go to my room." he explained.

She nodded. She wasn't too worried. She'd just tell them it was a one time occurrence, it wasn't like they had to know about the first time.

"I'm sorry. Damn it I wished no one had seen this. Then we could just pretend nothing happened." he sighed.

This pissed Shea off. Not that he didn't want to tell people. Hell, she didn't plan on a repeat performance, oh hell, another repeat performance. But he seemed embarrassed. Oh, he was embarrassed to be caught with her huh? He didn't notice her eyes narrow.

"Damn Shea, you scratched my back to shit." he said pulling his pants on. Shea got out of bed pulling shorts and a tank top on quickly. "So we'll just tell them it was a lapse in good judgment?"

Rage was filling her up and she was flinging the sheets back on the bed. "Sure, sounds good." she snapped.

"What's wrong?" Vince asked confused. He thought she'd be happy with that.

"Nothing's wrong. What could possibly be fucking wrong?" her voice was raising slightly.

"O-k," he said slowly. "Well, look at it this way, it'll probably all blow over by the next race anyway." he smiled.

Ahhh, so he couldn't wait to get a little racer chaser in his sights, well FINE. She turned and looked at him, and he almost stepped back at the anger in her eyes. "That's fine Vince." Shea was so pissed off, she found herself strangling the stuffed animal in her hands. She kept them on her bed for decoration. There were about ten altogether. "Why don't we just forget it did happen? Heh? That way we don't have to pretend."

"Shea, calm down, what's the problem?"

"Problem, no fucking problem. It's obvious to me I fucked up keeping you in here last night, that's all. Would have let you go if I'd known what an embarrassment I'd be."

"Shea no, that's not what I…" he didn't get to finish because she hurled the stuffed animal and it smacked him in the face.

She picked up another one. "Get the fuck out of my room Vince." she threw that one too. The girl had an arm, and good aim.

"Jesus Shea! Calm down!"

She was just picking them up and hurling them now. "Get out, get out, get out!" She'd run out of animals and was about to hurl one of her boots at him. So he ran. He strode past the people in the living room, and directly down to his room in the basement. What had THAT been about? Fuck, women were nuts. Maybe THAT was why he kept out of real relationships.

Shea picked up the animals stacking them neatly on the bed. Then she dropped to the bed and sighed. Mother fucker. She should probably start working on cleaning up her language. She cursed a lot. She needed to run she thought. Run and work off all those bad feelings, and the two scoops of Rocky Road she'd had the night before. Shea pulled on her sneakers, grabbed her headphones and radio, and walked downstairs. She found everyone, minus Vince, in the living room. The stared at her with huge eyes and she gave them a sweet smile. "As Vince just told me please disregard this whole thing. It was a lapse in good judgment on both of our parts. It will not be occurring again, and should not have occurred this time. There are three months until I go home. I'm going for a run." Then she turned on her heel and walked out the door.

Louise, Amanda, and Richie left that Sunday. Shea was actually sorry to see them go. She and Anda had caught up in a lot of ways. The night of the concert she was going to with Teena came and she decided it was time to dress it up a bit. She bought new jeans which rode a bit lower on her shrinking hips, and she bought a new top that she thought would quickly become her favorite. It was a gold crocheted tank top. It covered her front, and left her back completely exposed. It showed more of her than she was used to showing but it also showed off her lower back tattoo which was a small red dragon. She put on her comfy concert boots, outlined her eyes in black kohl, and wore deep rust colored lip gloss. She sprayed herself with her favorite perfume and she was ready to go.

Shea headed downstairs with a skip to her step. She was in a good mood. She'd gone back to just being friendly to Vince, and had put the whole situation out of her mind. She got downstairs and Vince, Leon, and Jesse were playing video games, as usual. Mia and Brian were out on a date, and Letty and Dom were coming out of the kitchen arguing. When they stopped arguing abruptly Jesse looked up from the game.

"Wow!" he said clearly. "Hey, um, Shea, say if Lil leaves me, would you, um run away with me to Mexico?" The other two looked up at this. Letty walked over. Vince's mouth went dry.

"Ok, spin." she ordered.

Shea spun, and her long dangling earrings brushed her tanned shoulders.

"Damn Shea! You gonna give us heart attacks going out like that." Letty teased. Vince felt himself getting angry. She was wearing that non existent excuse for a top out of the house? In public? Where guys were?

"Do I look okay?" she asked a little nervously.

"Hell yeah!" Dom said enthusiastically, and Letty narrowed her eyes at him.

"You look awesome girl."

"Leon likes." the man said leering at her. She smiled at him. She didn't look at Vince.

"Who you going out with tonight?" Letty asked.

"Teena. We're going to that concert." she wiggled her eyebrows at the group. "Don't wait up kids." she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

The concert was awesome. Shea couldn't remember when she'd been to a better one. Velvet Revolver had been good, but Teena was a better companion than Spider had been. Teena had told Shea that if she was straight she'd totally go for her. Teena and Kell were the only ones who knew about her and Vince's bedroom Olympics. They only knew of the once though. She couldn't bring herself to share that first night with anyone. They both thought that the man was an idiot. They were heading to an after concert party at the moment.

"You know girl, you've got to stop denying your feelings for Vince."

"Teens, I do not have feelings for Vince." Shea said for the fourth time that night. "He was merely a sexual tool to be used when needed."

Teena rolled her eyes. "You are so full of it Shea. The both of you are fighting your feelings, and let me tell you it isn't healthy. Trust me girl, I know. I fought who I was for a long time."

"Teens, I think anything I might possibly feel for Vince, can't even come close to you fighting your homosexuality and desire to be a woman."

"Okay, so bad analogy, but you know I'm right." When Shea just looked at her she sighed. "Fine, let's go see if we can get lucky tonight."

"There's my girl." Shea laughed.

Vince sat at the table in the kitchen. It was one in the morning and she wasn't back yet. "What's your problem?" Letty asked from the doorway.

"Nothin."

"Do you want me to call Dom in here to ask? Give it up?"

"Shea isn't back."

"Ah, I see. So, she's probably having a good time."

Vince looked at her sulkily.

"Didn't you say that night you guys were together was a mistake?" Letty sat down across from her friend.

"I know what I said. Then she got so pissed, and she misunderstood, and we didn't talk again. Fuck she was throwing shit, and she'd grabbed those steel toed boots to toss. Now she's back to treating me like a friend."

"Well, shit Vince, you been listening to her and her family lately?"

"What ya mean?" he was truly confused.

"Her sister slept with her fiancé, who hadn't touched her in months. Her step mom picks up on any guy, including ones she's interested in. She's been beaten and treated like shit from most of the men she has chosen to be with, or shown affection to." Vince was starting to understand. "She always downs herself. She runs constantly always saying how fat she is even though she fucking hates it, and she suffers from severe depression. That girl needs a guy that wants her. Not one that wants her for a moment. Not one that wants her to fuck and forget. She needs someone who's willing to basically stand up and say this is my sexy beautiful woman and no one else can have her. Probably why she ends up with such aggressive men." Letty was scaring him with her insight. "The whole thing of you telling her you didn't want anyone to know probably hurt her."

"But she said she didn't want anyone to know."

"Of course she did. Because she probably thought that's what you'd want, considering your reputation with racer chasers. She probably thought you'd only want the one time, and so she was giving you the out. And your dumb ass took it. Smooth one." Letty stood up and left the kitchen. Vince let his head drop onto the table. Yep women were fucking loons.