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Warnings: Yeah...I actually have to post warnings for this chapter. I think I've only done that for one or two other chapters...Anyway: Language (per usual), sexual innuendos, graphic sexting (as in detailed descriptions), and girls being bitches to each other. Also, there's what could be considered cyber bullying in this, so watch out for that as well if it offends you. Okay, hopefully I got everything...

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Chapter Twenty-One: Which Bitch is Which?

James' POV

Lauren was the first one to break the silence. "What a bitch."

Yes, she most certainly was. And that was a really, really bad thing...So, why did my entire body now feel like it was on fire?

Well, fuck.

Choosing not to say anything, I pecked her lips quickly and hurried off towards my locker.

The next couple of weeks were so busy, what with finals, hockey practice, and our hockey game (which we won by a landslide, by the way), that barely anything passed between the hockey players and the ice skaters.

In late January, we had a week off for winter break, during which my mom took Shane, Brad (because, guess what, he hadn't disappeared yet), and me to the ocean for a few days. It was a huge relief to get away from all the drama and worry that had become my life. Katie had barely done anything, but I knew it was only a matter of time before she made a move. Lauren was clinging to me, like she was afraid I might leave her if she let go of me for one second. And Jett kept giving me a knowing smirk, which worried me more than almost anything else. I was positive he couldn't know what had passed between Katie and me in the closet and then against her car in her driveway later that evening. But that didn't mean he didn't have a reason for his smirk. Chances were it was just to get under my skin, but that didn't make me feel any better either, because I didn't know for certain if that was it. There was just something about his smirk that I didn't like, that set me on edge, that made me clenching my fingers, itching to feel my fist connect with his jaw.

If only it were that easy.

The night before we were due to return to La Castillo, I was laying on my bed, listening to my iPod and ignoring the TV that Shane had blaring as he watched some stupid reality show about whatever.

It came as a bit of a shock when my phone suddenly started vibrating, lighting up with a new text. I grabbed it and checked it, my stomach churning in what I told myself was nervousness and worry, when I had a distinct feeling it was really anticipation, when I saw it was from Katie.

With trembling fingers, I opened the new message:

Hey, Jamie-Bear ;) Been dreaming about me? How about that night? Don't know about you, but I've been thinking A LOT about it...Gets me all worked up, know what I mean? Thinking about what could have happened if we hadn't been interrupted…;D Miss you, babe XOXO.

I stared at the text, almost stunned at how forward it was. But then again, this was Katie we were talking about, and I knew how forward she could be.

I quickly texted her back: None of your business. None of your business. That's good to know. And how about that?

Not two minutes later, she replied: Still playing the loving boyfriend, huh? You should call me up, and I could give you some real action.

Shaking my head, I responded: How're you going to give me real action over the phone?

Her next text consisted of a single word: Talking.

Nah, that's okay.

Really? Afraid you might get turned on? If you're not already, I mean.

I bit back a whine. She knew me way too well. Once again - none of your business!

You are, aren't you? Mini-James needs some love, doesn't he? All big and hard and throbbing...Mmmm...You know how good I can make him feel. If only I was there with you...

Right on cue, Mini-James throbbed eagerly, and clutching my phone, I slipped off of my bed and scurried into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. Not that I thought anything was going to happen, but Shane would never let me hear the end of it if he knew I had gotten hard from a stupid text.

We're not talking about Mini-James. Girlfriend, remember?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know what I'd do if I was there right now?

Don't give in, don't give in, don't give in...Before I could reply to her or set my phone down, another text from her came through.

I'd rub my thumb over the head, which I'm sure is just streaming. And then I'd get down on my knees, licking at the slit. I'd kiss the head, because we both know how sensitive it is ;) Finally, I'd slowly take you into my mouth, or as much of you as I can, due to your size. I'd hum around you and flick my tongue over you, letting you tell me what you want me to do while your fingers tangle themselves in my hair, directing me. I'd keep it up until you finally explode in my mouth. Once you're spent, I'd lick you clean, and then stand up, before getting myself ready for round two - only with your head between my legs.

I let out a shaky gasp. Holy fuck! How the hell was I supposed to respond to that? And now what was I supposed to do? The girl knew how to get me going, that was for sure...But that didn't explain what I was supposed to do now...

Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend, I chanted over and over in my head. It was way too tempting to call Katie up and have her talk me to an orgasm. But I was relatively sure that qualified as cheating...Not actually positive, but still. But, I mean, wouldn't it be a bit like watching porn? That didn't count as cheating. And really, I'd be doing all the work. I'd just be listening to Katie talk...

I was still pretty sure it would qualify as being unfaithful.

But damn, if it wasn't tempting...

Fuck it! She got me into this, now she was going to get me out. It was only right. And I wouldn't be jacking off to the thought of her doing it. Just to the thought of it happening. No harm, no foul.

Maybe.

Nevertheless, I dialed Katie's number. She answered on the second ring. "Thought you'd be calling." I could hear her smirk through the phone, and knew she was pretty damn pleased with herself.

"Have I mentioned lately how much I hate you?" I asked.

"Nope. But please, do go on, remind me how you hate me so much that you want to fuck me into the wall. Leave hickeys all over my body. Bite at my lips until they bleed."

"I'm hanging up now."

"Well, if you insist...Poor Mini-James," she let out a dramatic sigh. "I'm sure he's feeling awfully lonely and underappreciated right now. If you were here with me, he wouldn't feel like that at all."

"It wouldn't matter even if I didn't have a girlfriend," I informed her. "I'm not in La Castillo. I'm at Bernardo Beach."

"That's, like, a half hour away. If I left now, I could probably get there before you ended up with blue balls."

"Not talking about my balls here..."

"Why not? From what I figured out when we were fooling around, you love when they're played with."

"I'm seriously hanging up now!" I cried.

"Boo! Spoil sport. Well, I guess if you don't want my help, you could always call your loving girlfriend..."

"I could..." Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. Granted, Lauren's and my relationship hadn't progressed past intense making out, but still. We were probably going to move in the general direction of sex at some point or another, so really, me asking her to talk to me would really just be a step in the right direction.

"Enjoy talking to her," Katie said to me. "I'm sure it'll be dream material."

"I'm sure it will," I responded, before hanging up for real. I quickly called Lauren.

She answered halfway through the third ring. "Hey, James!" she said cheerfully. "What's up?"

"Oh, you know...just missing you..."

"Awww! I miss you too," she cooed.

"So...um...maybe you can clear something up for me...I was talking to someone, and I heard that some girls are really into dirty talking...Would you ever...?"

"Um. Not sure...I don't know, I think I'd be pretty conservative when it comes to sex."

"Ah."

"Yeah. Why?"

"Nothing."

"You okay? You sound weird."

"I'm fine," I said quickly.

"Hey - wait! You weren't asking me to...I mean...?"

"I should go."

"Look, James, I'm flattered that you want me sexually, but I really want to take this slow."

"And I totally respect that," I said quickly. I did, too. Under normal circumstances, I would have been completely happy with slow. Unfortunately, when it came to being turned on, my priorities were a little different, which I was totally blaming on Katie. But I was doing my best to get my thoughts straight, because Lauren was right about this situation. "I just...you know...thought I'd see..."

"Why? And what on earth would make you think that I'd do that?"

Whoa…Where did that come from? "Nothing! I wasn't even asking you to. Not that that wouldn't be great. Seriously, I was just wondering."

"B.S! Did Katie do it? I'm not her, James. I'm not a bitch who'll spread her legs for just anyone," she snapped into the phone.

"She's not a slut, Lauren. And she's not the one who wears low cut dresses to her boyfriend's friend's parties," I shot back, my temper on the rise.

"What I wear is my business."

"Well, it's my business when my friends start oggling you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize the sight of my cleavage was such a huge concern of yours! And if I remember correctly, you barely gave it a second glance. You were too busy letting Katie climb all over you."

"I wasn't letting her climb all over me! And parties are not my ideal cleavage-oggling times!"

"So you have set times?"

"I - no!" I growled in frustration. "You're twisting my words around! And quit bringing Katie into everything! How many times do I have to tell you we're over?"

"Maybe I'll believe it when she starts backing off. Anyway, maybe you should get her to talk to you," she added snottily. "She's a big enough slut that she's probably had tons of experience." And with that, she hung up, leaving me gaping at my phone in complete astonishment.

Whoo hoo. Our first fight as a couple.

Fucking fantastic.

And I was still hard!

Thinking that a nice, hot shower was in order, I turned the fan on to keep the room from getting too steamed up. Before I could get the shower on, however, my phone rang.

I glanced at the screen, figuring it was probably Lauren, but nope. It was Katie.

I hit the call accept button and put the phone up to my ear. "What?"

"Why did your girlfriend just leave a message for me on my Facebook timeline, telling me to keep my paws off of you?"

"Because she just went psycho bitch on me?"

"You should probably break up with her."

"Ha, ha, nice try. It was just a fight."

"I'm sure," Katie said coolly. "She also called me a slut bitch whore man eater. Care to explain?"

"Honestly, I don't know how to explain the one..."

"Well, either way, your girlfriend isn't all cookies and cream, darling. She's definitely got her bitchy side. And I'm on the receiving end. Which, really, I don't mind too much, because it means I'm getting under her skin and making her uncomfortable."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a shower."

"She didn't help you, did she?"

"I could be taking a shower to wash off."

"But you're not. I could drive down there, you know. Help you out."

"That's considered cheating, Katie."

"Your girlfriend just pulled a Mean Girls on me! Dude! She posted it where everyone could read it."

"Why are you friends with her on Facebook?"

"We had to do a project together back in middle school. I never deleted her off from my friend's list. Really wishing I had now...I may be a bitch, but I don't leave messages where people's friends and family members can see. She called me a man eater, James! And a slut! And a whore! That is not okay! Do something!"

"I'll talk to her," I sighed. "You're right, that was pretty nasty of her."

"No shit. Anyway, push your pants down, because I'm talking to you now, whether you like it or not. And if you hang up, I'm just going to text you. Maybe I'll even send you messages on Facebook, where you have to read them before you can delete them. Anyway, it's not cheating, because I'm not giving you any choice. Besides, cock tease would be added to the list if I didn't finish what I started," she added, slightly bitterly.

"Katie..."

"No, don't Katie me. Now your girlfriend's got me all pissed off, and all I want to do now is pin you to my bed and have my way with you..."

I fought back a whimper, but it still managed to escape me.

"Ooh, you like that. Good. Time for the details..."

"No!" I cried. "No...I can't...I – bye!" And with that I hung up. I shut my phone off and climbed into the shower, before she could call back or text me. I wasn't taking any chances here. No matter how much I'd love some help at the moment, I wasn't going to cheat on my girlfriend again. New Year's Eve had been under special circumstances, but these circumstances weren't all that unique.

At last, winter break was over, and Shane and I found ourselves once more pulling into the parking lot, ready for a new semester. Our schedules were pretty much the same as the last semester. The only difference in mine was that instead of taking English, I had chosen Drama, so that I could begin easing myself back into the performing arts.

Definitely something was I looking forward to.

It was my last class of the day, but I saw it as a good thing, because at least I'd have something to look forward to throughout the day. I wasn't sure if I was going to have any classes with Katie, although to be completely truthful, it wouldn't surprise me.

Lauren had called me up a couple of days after our fight to apologize. She had deleted the post from Katie's Facebook timeline, and assured me that she felt awful about the way she overreacted. It was just that she was insecure when it came to Katie's and my former relationship.

I was beginning to get a little bit annoyed by that. It seemed that whenever a problem came up, she immediately blamed it on me having some sort of fucked up relationship with Katie Knight. And I was getting sick and tired of it. I hadn't had to tell her about my problems with Katie, and her insecurities were just adding to the whole situation.

And on some level, I knew she had every right to be insecure, considering the last two times Katie and I had been completely alone, we'd ended up making out. And yeah, that was considered cheating. But I was pretty sure she had kissed Dak Zevon in the closet at Carlos' party, so really, we were pretty even if you thought about it.

Together, Shane and I made our way into the school and to our lockers. About five seconds after I reached my locker, Lauren popped up out of nowhere, smiling sweetly at me. "Hi, baby," she greeted me as she stood on her tip toes to peck my lips.

"Hey," I replied as I worked the combination on my locker. I got the door open and began to put the books that I wouldn't need on the shelves. I had just finished when the entire hall suddenly went quiet.

Only one thing could cause that kind of quiet…

I spun around and sure enough, the female ice skaters were sauntering down the hall together, their arms looped through each other's like a human chain.

One by one, the links were broken as they headed off to their different lockers. At last, it was just Katie making her way through the crowd, but she parted it as if she was carrying a flaming torch. My eyes widened as she approached me. Whoa…She had gone for casual, yet almost badass, with a destroyed jean miniskirt, a slightly low cut blue short sleeved top, and black lace up ankle boots with stiletto heels…

She smirked as she reached me, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder. "Hey, James," she purred, purposefully bumping her hip into mine, before wedging herself between Lauren and me to get to her locker.

"Uh, hello, James and I were talking!" Lauren cried, looking beyond outraged.

Katie blinked innocently at her. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. And it didn't sound like you were talking. Seemed more like you were just standing there. Sorry, I guess you two can communicate telepathically. Kudos to you." She gave Lauren a sarcastic smirk and a double thumbs up, before shaking her head, rolling her eyes, and turning back to her locker.

"When are you going to stop throwing yourself at James?" Lauren asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm dating him, not you. You lost your chance."

Katie spun around on her heel and marched right up to Lauren, her jaw setting and a steely gleam appearing in her eyes.

From down the hall, someone began singing, "'The bitch came back/The very next day/Oh the bitch came back/I thought she was a goner/But the bitch came back/She couldn't stay away/Don't you know the bitch came back?'"

Katie snapped her head in the direction of the song. "Shut up," she snarled, before focusing her attention on Lauren. "Here's the deal, Lauren," she said coolly, "I'm very much aware that you're dating James, and that you want to keep him. I get that, I do." She put her hand over her heart for effect, before dropping her arm and adapting a bitchy look once more. "But he was mine first. I made a mistake, and believe me, if I could take it back, I would in a second. But I want him back, and the person who's standing in the way of me getting what I want is you. So unless you want a full on bitch attack – which will make what I said about your friend, Misty, look like Kindergarten teasing – I suggest you back the hell out of my business."

"You're not getting my boyfriend," Lauren retorted. "He won't go for you again. His taste is too good for that."

"And you consider yourself to be in good taste?" Katie looked her up and down. "Honey, if your shirt was any lower, your cleavage would be out and walking around the school by itself. Quick word of advice – put your boobs away. We get you have them, but we don't need to see them in the flesh."

"You're showing off cleavage," Lauren pointed out, indicating Katie's shirt.

She shrugged. "Yeah, but I don't look like I belong on Jersey Shore. You do."

I groaned. "Katie, we've gone over this. I'm with Lauren."

"Yeah, you're starting to sound repetitive and half hearted," she informed me. "But by all means, keep on lying to yourself that Lauren is what you want. I'll be here waiting when you figure it out."

Lauren relaxed slightly. "So, you're just going to wait for James and me to be over?"

Katie snorted. "Does that fit in with my M.O? No. I'm going to do everything I can to get James back, and I don't really care what I have to do. Anyway, we need to get to homeroom. See you guys later. Oh, and James? See you in Drama."

"Wait – what?"

"Oh yeah, didn't I tell you? I signed up for that class as well. I've always wanted to take an acting class, and it seemed like a good place to start. But other than that, my schedule's pretty much the same as last semester. How about yours?"

I wordlessly nodded.

"Good. Then I'll see you in PE, and then in Chem." She grinned. "This semester's going to be so much fun, don't you think?"

"Ummm…"

Her grin widened and she blew me a kiss, before spinning around and ambling back down the hall, hips swinging.

"I can't stand that girl," Lauren stated, scowling as she watched Katie walk away.

"She's…interesting…"

"You can say that again."

"Anyway, we do need to get to homeroom." I kissed her quickly before leading her down the hall, towards our separate classrooms.

Katie's POV

The good news about this semester: I had finally moved on from algebra to statistics. The bad news about this semester: James and Lauren.

I shook my head to myself as I mentally replayed my conversation with Lauren from that morning in the hall. I got why she was being such a bitch, but she needed a new color, because bitch didn't suit her in the least. Or maybe it did, and she just never brought that side of her out to play. Either way, she was getting in my way of what I wanted, and as everyone in this whole damn school knew, I always got what I wanted.

And this was not going to be the exception. I wanted James more than almost anything.

And wow, that sounded so Twilight and 50 Shades of Grey…It was fine for those two series, but for me? Not a chance. I was just starting to sound pathetic, like a love struck teenager who was constantly pining after a boy who wouldn't give her the time of day.

But the fact was, I had wanted him from day one and I had refused to admit it. And now that I had, it was too late, at least in theory. But I was never good with theories and technicalities and all that bullshit that would keep anyone else from going after James. I didn't really give a fuck if he had a girlfriend or not. Unless he had been bonded for life with her via blood oath, I could get around whatever she tossed my way. One of the good things about being such a notorious bitch? Not actually giving a damn if you have to push someone out of the way to get to the place you want to be.

And Lauren hadn't even tried to sit down and talk to me about the whole situation. If she had done that, if she had been nice and polite, maybe I would have been more willing to wait until she and James inevitably broke up. And yes, I know, I hadn't exactly been all that sweet and friendly to her. But she could have pulled me aside and told me to back the fuck off, instead of going on the defensive and acting like a wounded, territorial victim here. Couldn't she take the hint that James was only with her because he thought he should be? Because she was available? Because she wasn't me?

With a groan, I left the statistics classroom and headed in the direction of girls' locker room, where I met up with Stephanie. We went on in together and made our way through the small crowd of girls to our lockers.

"Oh, great," Stephanie groaned from beside me. "The wannabe Mrs. James Diamond is apparently in PE with us."

I glanced in the direction she was scowling in, and let out a groan as well. Sure enough, Lauren had just entered the room with a couple of her friends, giggling and smiling.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes as I pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. I tugged my sports bra down over my chest, arranging it so that it laid right. Before I could reach for my school issued PE t-shirt, however, I heard Lauren's voice float directly towards me.

"You know, its times like these when I'm so happy I have an actual chest. At least I have an excuse to wear a bra. And in a sports bra, I still have boobs, rather than those poor flat chested girls." She threw an evil smirk at me, and my jaw dropped.

Oh no she didn't! She just went straight for the chest!

I turned to Stephanie. "Did you know that smaller chests are actually more sensitive? Apparently all breasts have the same amount of nerve endings and whatnot, and with smaller boobs, they're in a more compact casing. So I guess girls with smaller chests can feel more pleasure." I smiled sweetly at Lauren, before pulling my t-shirt over my head and straightening it out. "I know when I was with James, it was pretty awesome."

Stephanie slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing at the look on Lauren's face. She looked stunned. Good. She deserved it.

But she snapped out of it after a few seconds. She addressed her friend, while half facing me. "Did I tell you James invited me over to dinner at his house on Friday evening? He wants me to meet his mom and get to know his brother more."

"Big whoop," I said to Stephanie. "I was over at James' house the day after we kissed for the first time."

"And the other evening, after he got home from Bernardo Beach, we drove to Make Out Point and spent most of the night there. We ended up in the backseat of his car, and things definitely got pretty heated. God, Bethany, he is such an amazing kisser, and so good with his hands, if you know what I mean." She moaned at the memory, and I couldn't decide if I wanted to throw up right then and there, or punch her in the face.

Both sounded like pretty good options.

I tied my sneakers, before looking at Stephanie, a lot more stung by what had happened between James and Lauren than I had expected. "Come on, let's head out there."

She nodded and together we headed out, while I grinded my teeth. If Lauren had ever been going to get a reprieve, she sure as hell wasn't now.

I was going to make her relationship with James a living hell if it was the last thing I did.

First off, I really hope I didn't offend anyone with any of the content in this chapter...I'm trying to keep things at a T rating, but it's not going so well...Still hoping the rating won't actually need to get changed. And second...wow. If Lauren wasn't on Katie's hit list, she is now. And yes, I know Katie and James are both starting to sound repetitive, but it's necessary for the story. James is trying to stay in one frame of mind, and Katie just simply hasn't gotten the chance to do anything major (besides sext him and get him hot and bothered). Also, I'm really hoping no one got offended or upset with their back and forth on chests, because that wasn't my intention at all. It was simply Katie and Lauren being Katie and Lauren. Third...I would love to hear your opinions on this chapter, so please, feel free to leave a review and let me know if you liked it or not. I would really appreciate it :)