Hey! So heres the next chapter. Finally! I had a bit of a problem because my computer crashed on me and I lost EVERYTHING :( But I found some motivationa nd got this chpater out! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed and alerted and a big thanks to the best beta ever EvilBunny 101!! :) Read and don't forget to review!!

Chapter 10

"God, those horror flicks are so corny and predictable," Christina laughed as she and Jack walked hand and hand out of the movie theatre.

"Yeah, but you can always count on the sex scenes to be hot."

"Jack!" Christina hit him lightly on the arm.

"What?" Jack chuckled and felt his back pocket. "Shit, I think my wallet must have fallen out of my pocket in the theatre. Stay right here I'll be right back."

"Okay."

As Christina watched Jack run back inside, her moved so she could lean against one of the movie posters, idling picking at her hands. A few minutes went by and Jack still hadn't returned, even though she hoped she would see him coming back soon.

"Christina? What a surprise to run into you here!"

Christina looked up at the masculine voice and was surprised to see Owen. It seemed like they were always randomly bumping into each other. He had an attractive brunette by his side.

"Nice to see you too Owen," Christina greeted, smiling politely.

"Yeah, I like running into you."

Christina chuckled uncomfortably, mentally pleading for Jack to come back. Owen seemed to be in a trance as he stared at her, until the woman at his side poked at him. He seemed to snap out of it.

"Sorry. That was rude. This is Leah. She's new in town and I was just showing her around."

Christina noticed the glare the brunette was now throwing at Owen. Perhaps it was a little more than that to her.

"Nice to you," Christina said.

"You too." Leah's voice sounded bored.

"Chris, found it. Those fuckers almost threw it-"Jack's voice faded out as he spotted Owen. "Man we just can't get away from you, can we?"

"Jack, be nice," Christina hissed.

"Well I can't help it if I keep running into you Christina. Maybe its fate," Owen said to Christina but smirked at Jack.

"Fate? More like stalking," Jack frowned, wrapping his arm around Christina's waist, pulling her into him.

"Hey man you got a problem with me?" Owen stepped up to Jack.

"No problem except that you seem to show up where ever we go." Jack took a step forward. He wasn't really a fighter, that was Bobby's forte but at the moment he couldn't seem to stop himself.

"It's not my fault you happen to be where ever I am at the moment."

"Owen. I'm hungry and my feet hurt," Leah complained grabbing Owen's arm and pulling him back.

"Yeah Jack. I want to go back to the house. Ava and Alex are out for a date night." Christina stepped in front on Jack and grabbed his face so he was looking at her.

"So we get the house to ourselves?" Jack raised an eyebrow.

"All to ourselves," Christina answered and leaned up to gently kiss him.

"Well Owen, my girlfriend and I will be going. Hope we won't have to see you again." Jack sneered at Owen before turning and walking away.

"I'm sorry for him being so rude. It was nice to see you Owen. Bye," Christina said before leaving.

"Don't worry about it. See you soon." Owen watched Christina walk away holding hands with Jack. He was so close to putting his fist in Jack's face but he was holding back. Once Christina knew about this little bet he had going on with Bobby it would hurt him much more than a black eye.

"Get me a Jack Daniels," Bobby yelled as he sat at the bar. He looked around for the normal bartender but couldn't see him.

"Where the hell's Jim?"

"Owner caught him stealing cash from the place. Fired him last night," Frank; the man and a regular at the bar, said.

"No shit," Bobby muttered. "So who's gonna get me my drink?"

"I think that would be me."

Bobby looked up and had to take a breath at the dark haired woman standing in front of him with a dish cloth over her shoulder.

"Is that right?" he grinned. "What else do I get?"

"A foot up your ass if you don't tell me what you want." The woman smiled sweetly.

"She's a feisty one. I like you. Get me a Jack Daniels and if you're a good bartender I might just leave you a pretty hefty tip," Bobby smirked as he leaned forward.

"I won't hold my breath." The woman grabbed a glass from under the bar and poured it up in front of him.

"So what's your name sweet heart?"

"Paige and I am not your sweetheart so if you could refrain from calling me that I would greatly appreciate it." She turned and walked to the other side of the bar where an overweight bald man wanted a drink.

"Where'd they find her?" Bobby asked Frank, referring to the owner of the bar.

"Don't know. But he sure picked a good one," Frank replied, looking Paige up and down.

"Damn straight," Bobby took a gulp of his drink while his eyes followed Paige as she hustled around behind the bar.

Paige couldn't get that guy out of her mind. He was everything she should avoid. She had found out by one of the other bartenders that his name was Bobby Mercer. Apparently that name was supposed to get a reaction out of her but she had no idea who he was. He was definitely hot and was flirting with her. Normally she would have flirted back but she needed her paycheck and that's what she planned to do. She couldn't get distracted by some bad boy player who just wants to get in her pants.

"Jack," Christina moaned as she lay back on her bed. Jack was currently on top of her, with his lips attached to her neck. Ava and Alex had gone out for the night because Alex had planned a romantic getaway for his wife, which included spending the night in a hotel room.

"Yeah?" Jack's lips pressed against her collarbone.

"Don't," she started.

"Don't what?"

"Stop," Christina finished.

Jack brought his lips up crash against hers. She opened her mouth letting his tongue in as his hands grabbed her hips. He pressed himself into her and let out a moan himself. Christina bit her lip when she felt his arousal press against her stomach. Jack's hands slipped up her shirt to caress her stomach.

"God, Chrissie," Jack moaned. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Christina had a clever retort for that statement but decided to keep her mouth shut not wanting to ruin the moment.

"I know what you mean," Christina's hands buried themselves into his hair as he kissed down her jaw and neck again.

"I want you," he muttered and his hands went up to caress the sides of her breasts; his fingers rubbing the material of her bra.

"Mmm," was the only sound Christina could make at the moment. Her right leg involuntarily rose to wrap around his waist. Jack gripped the leg and ran his hand down the back of her thigh keeping her from moving.

"Feeling's mutual," Jack chuckled, kissing her again.

He pulled back and gazed intently at her. He couldn't believe the feelings flowing through him at the moment. She was different from other girls. The last serious girlfriend he had was when he was still with his band. When he got the call that his mother died he said he was leaving and wasn't sure when he would be back. He asked her to go with him and she said no. Obviously he wasn't going to be going back anytime soon so he was out of the band. So she broke up with him. He had a feeling she liked his guitar more than him anyway.

With Christina he never felt the pressure of having to be something impressive. He could be the guy who worked minimum wage at a record store and lived with his older brother. He didn't have to pretend to be the big rock star without a care in the world. As fun as it was, he couldn't live like that for the rest of his life. He knew she would want him no matter what he did in his life.

"Jack?" Christina started to feel self-conscious of herself from the way he was looking at her.

"I've never felt like this with anyone before," he said slowly.

Christina didn't know what to say. Jack was never usually this serious. He was always cracking jokes when they fooled around. She knew he had plenty of experiences. For him to do what he does to her he was definitely experienced.

"Really?" Christina asked.

"You sound shocked."

"Well, I just assumed that you had plenty of girlfriends and-"

"Not really. Just a lot of affairs," he laughed softly. "But they meant nothing to me. Not like you. I've only had like two real relationships and they didn't even make past six months. My last girlfriend was only with me because I was in a band."

"She obviously didn't know what she was missing," Christina laid a hand on his cheek. Jack nuzzled his cheek against her hand.

"I want to be with you Christina," Jack murmured and pressed his lips into the palm of her hand.

"You are with me," she whispered, feeling panicked. She was still a virgin and wasn't sure if she was ready for that step yet. She knew she wanted Jack and wanted him to be her first. She just wasn't sure if she was ready now.

"I want to be with you," he repeated and leaned down to brush her lips with his once, then he kissed her deeply. His hands gripped her hips and he raised her shirt up.

"Jack, stop." Christina gently pushed him away.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" Jack looked hurt and confused.

"No, no nothing wrong. It's just…" she paused for she was afraid to tell him. She didn't want him to think she was just an innocent little girl.

"Just what? Baby, you can tell me." Jack pushed some of her hair behind her ear.

"I've never…" she hesitated and looked away from him.

Jack gently grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. "Christina, are you a virgin?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"That makes you so much more attractive to me."

Christina looked up in surprise. She could tell by the way he was looking at her, he was telling the truth.

"Knowing that no man has ever touched you; makes me want you even more." He nuzzled her neck.

"I do want you to be my first Jack. Just not yet," she admitted.

Jack smiled down at her. "I'll be waiting."

"So, you want to sleep over?" Jack raised an eyebrow at her question.

"Just to sleep," Christina smiled.

Jack moved to lie beside her. Christina laid her head against his chest and laid a hand on his stomach. Jack absently started playing with her hair while his other hand grabbed hers and played with her fingers.

"I'm glad I met you Jack Mercer," Christina yawned and closed her eyes.

"Me too," he said softly, but now that he could think his mind went to the bet with Bobby. If she had wanted to he would have had sex with her tonight. Then he wouldn't have to say anything, Bobby would be able to tell. Christina would be so hurt if she found out about the bet. It had seemed so innocent at the time. But at her confession that she was still a virgin changed everything. Maybe he should just go to Bobby and tell him to forget about it. Jack was feeling a hell of a lot more than he thought about this girl.

It was almost two-thirty in the morning; the bar closed at three. Bobby finished his last drink and pulled out his wallet to leave a tip. He hadn't seen much of Paige the whole night. It had gotten pretty packed around midnight. That's what you get for going to the bar on a Friday night.

"Well I best be off. The wife's got to be fast asleep by now," Frank grinned and slapped Bobby on the shoulder.

"Yeah see ya next week," Bobby raised his empty glass. He looked around the bar, there weren't many people left now. His eyes scanned around looking for Paige but couldn't see her. He heard a loud bang and looked behind him to see the large man Paige had served earlier throw a chair across the floor. There was a smaller man and a blond woman standing across from him.

"She came on to me. Not my fault your hoe can't keep her legs closed," the large man said.

"Prick you tried to feel me up first," the woman screamed back.

"Yeah you liked it, didn't you?"

"Hey that's my wife you're talking to. Babe, we're leaving before I do something I regret." The man and his wife left for the door leaving the big man shouting after them.

"She'll be back for more, just you watch."

"Excuse me; I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Paige had seen the confrontation and her boss told her to take care of it.

Bobby watched with narrow eyes as the big man's eyes glared at her.

"Bitch, who do you think you are?" Paige stumbled back as the man took a step towards her.

"I work here and I'm asking you to leave." She visibly swallowed. She was about one hundred and twenty-five pounds; this guy was at least three hundred. She was stepping into a bear trap.

"I'll leave when I'm damn good and ready to leave," the man pushed her backwards. She grunted as her back hit the table behind her; stopping her from falling to the ground.

"Why don't you either pick on someone your own size, or get the fuck out?"

Paige looked up shocked to see Bobby standing in front of her. He tilted his head to the side as if he were bored.

"You going to make me Mercer?" the guy taunted.

"Come on man, you want to do this here. You know I've taken out bigger guys than you even with fifty pounds of hockey gear on," Bobby said.

"You wait," the man said. "You'll get yours."

"Whatever. Get the hell out of here motherfucker," Bobby muttered as the man walked out the front entrance. He turned to see Paige staring at him, clutching the cloth tightly in her hand.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, fine. Thank you," she said. "I don't think anyone else in here would have stopped him."

"Nah. If Curly over there was awake, he would have come to your rescue," Bobby smiled referring to the old man sleeping in the corner. He had a head of grey, thin curly hair.

"I'm sure," Paige couldn't help but smile.

"So you just move here? I haven't seen you around here before tonight."

"Yeah I lived in here my whole life. I was just never really a night kind of person. I went to school, then came home everyday."

"You were a nerd, weren't you?" Bobby leaned against the table next to her.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Paige replied guiltily.

"Nerd's can be cute; especially when they grow up to be beautiful women."

Paige felt her face turn hot. She stood up straight abruptly and began wiping down the table she and Bobby were leaning against.

"Well I guess I'll see you later. We're-"

"Closing, I know. I'll see you soon Paige. It was nice to meet you." Bobby smirked and took a couple bills out of his wallet and placed them in her hand. She looked down in shock.

"You're a good waitress," he said and smiled at her. She watched him as he walked out the door. He was the last thing she thought would happen to her tonight.

"Paige, you can head on home for the night. We're good," her boss said to her.

"Thanks," Paige took her apron off and went back to count her tips and head home.

When Bobby got home, he knew right away Jack wasn't home. His shoes and jacket weren't in there usual spot and nothing had been moved. There only thing that came to his mind was that Jack was spending the night with Christina. He noticed Alex's car wasn't in the driveway so he knew Alex and Ava weren't home.

"Sneaky bastard," he muttered kicking his boots and jacket off. He hoped Christina wouldn't put out the first time Jack tried to sleep with her. He hauled his shirt off as he made his way up the stairs and to his room. He collapsed in the bed and was asleep instantly, although his dreams were filled with a certain brunette waitress.

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