The song for this chapter is "Whoa Whoa Whoa" by George Watsky.

"Oh, Fuck! I'm cumming!" Paige yelled as she sprayed her womanly juices all over Chris' cock.

For the last week or so Paige and Chris have been well, formally introducing themselves to each other since they never really interacted before the whole Circus mess. In other words, they've been fucking each others brains out like rabbits.

Chris shaved the beard off but kept the long hair since Paige liked it. Suffice to say, they've really enjoyed each other's company over the last seven days.

"Damn, Paige. Did I die and go to heaven? In this last week alone, I've been more sexually active than I've been in the whole year of 2014 and I think we just ran out of condoms. Now what are we gonna do?"

"I'll let you come on me."

"As tempting as that is, I'm gonna have to say no to that. Ain't no way I'm gonna make my precious little brit any more paler than she is now."

"I'm not sure whether take that as an insult or a complement."

"It's a complement, I promise. I wouldn't try to insult you. Number one, you'd be pissed off at me. I've seen you pissed off and it's not a pretty sight. Well, actually it is a pretty sight, it's actually kind of hot when you're pissed but you get my point. Number two, I don't want to lose the sex. It seems like I can't go a day without fucking. Can you imagine how I'd be if you were to cut off sex for over a week. I'd be jerking off every hour."

"I'm starting to think that you only like me for my looks." Paige teased.

"You know that's not true and even if it was, would you really be complaining?"

Paige thought about it for a while.

"No, probably not."

Just then they heard a knock on the front door of Chris's home.

"Goddamnit it's 3 'o clock in the morning. Who would be outside of my house at this time?" Chris complained.

"I don't know ,but you're finding out because I'm going to sleep." Paige replied while pulling the covers over her head.

Chris sighed and walked to the front door.

"Do you realize what time it- AJ?"

To Chris's surprise, AJ was outside his house in a trench coat.

"What are you doing here, dude?" Chris asked perplexed as he let her in.

"I came here to say that I'm not mad at you. I know it wasn't you who tried to hurt me. It was Nate."

Chris was relieved.

"I'm glad you understand. You have no idea how much that ate away at my insides. I call you a friend and I couldn't imagine me hurting you in any way, shape or form." He proclaimed.

"Well to show that there's no hard feelings, I got you a present."

"Really? What's that?"

AJ then unbuttoned the trench coat and took it off, revealing herself to be completely nude.

"The present is me."

"Woah. Now hold on a sec-

AJ cut off whatever Chris was going to say with a firm kiss to the lips. Chris tried to push her off of him to no avail as she wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to mash her lips against his.

"Hey, babe. Did you found out who was at the- what the fuck?!"

"Do you know where the fuck you're going?" Dean asked annoyed.

Kaitlyn was driving the gang to Chris's house in New York.

"Yeah, I think."

Unfortunately for them they had just passed the exit that would've taken them to The Bronx.

"Goddamnit, woman. We just missed the exit. You mess up everything! Hell, you're basically the reason why we're in this fucking predicament in the first place!" Dean yelled at Kaitlyn.

"If you feel that way, then why didn't you just leave me at the hospital with Kofi?!"

"Because, I'm pretty sure Kofi wouldn't like spending time with the reason he's in the hospital!"

Just then, a car hit them from behind.

"What the fuck was that?!" Seth yelled in panic.

At that same moment, another car slammed into the side of the Jeep Wrangler, making it swerve off of the road into some trees.

Before slipping out of consciousness, the sound of laughter was heard by all four people.