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AN: So here is another OUTTAKE or Chapter for a part two. I haven't got any feedback on rather i should break it out or not. But i think you guys will enjoy this! please read and Review!

Unbeta'd so please excuse all typo's they are mine and mine alone!

MPOV

I love her.

I love her and it sucks ass.

The love I have for her is the reason I will put up with whatever she will give me.

She is my world! Her and lacrosse are truly my world! I love my family but it's different with Makenna.

Do you have any idea how many girls throw themselves at me? Though I have always been told I was attractive, when I had a growth spurt my Tenth grade year they went crazy.

But Makenna, Makenna never treated me any different. She never really hit on me and that's what turned me on about her.

I remember in the ninth grade it was maybe three months into school and I was already on the Lacrosse Varsity team. Most the ninth grade girls came from our middle school so I guess they lost their attraction for me.

Makenna came to school the week before Christmas.

I was a goner at first sight. Her dark skin was like valet and her eyes were very light like honey. Her almond colored hair was very long and wavy. I later learned it was curly but she would flat iron it out although it barley ever got bone straight.

On her first day of school I took up all her time blessed that we had so many classes together. I wanted to know everything about her.

Her family is Military so she has lived in all over the world. Her Father is an African American Army General and her Mother is Mediterranean and is a nurse. She is beautiful and Makenna looks just like her just darker.

She is the youngest of five, three brothers and sister. She isn't spoiled like most babies of the family. She is perfect, inside and out.

Her favorite place to live thus far has been Seattle but I am sure that had a lot to do with me.

I got into trouble with my coach and my dad for missing practice that day.

I was so happy when she gave me her number and we spent the entire night into the morning on the phone. I got in trouble with my mom that following morning for over sleeping.

She was worth it!

I remember when My Dad gave me a very serious talking to because everything was slipping because was so infatuated with her.

"Masen man, you can like this girl all you want but you have responsibilities. You can't let your team down because you like a girl and you can't let your grades slip because she likes you back."

I nodded but I barley heard a word he said. She was the most important thing to me, she still is.

But I fucked it all up. I fucked it up and now she is gone. I didn't get to spend forever with her like I had always planned. It was all because I am a weak idiot with no self-control.

Fucking Zafrina! I have never hated someone so much. I hated the control she had over me. I hate that I allowed her to have that much control. I hate myself right now as well.

Don't get me wrong when we were alone she did things I never thought a girl would do. I figured I'd have to wait until I was in college or longer before Makenna would even offer assplay.

I was in a deep sleep. I think I was dreaming about the championship game coming up. When in the middle of the field a faceless girl started blowing me. It was very odd, I couldn't see her face and I don't know how my dick got out but she was amazing.

I mean, she was sucking, licking, slurping, and pumping me with her hand. It didn't take very long for me to come out of my dream state and figure out this was real.

I peeked down and I instinctive knew it was the top of Zafrinas head. I moved my 6 foot fame back as far as I could in my small ass full sized bed. Which proved to not be far enough because she never released me from her mouth.

"Z, what are you doing?" she replied with a hum around me and I felt as though I was about to cum on the spot, "Shit, please, please stop."

I placed my hands on her shoulders in a weak effort to stop her but it was too late. She latched onto me with a new vigor; she placed one hand on my thigh and the other on my balls, then deep throated me as I came in her mouth.

That night changed my life in the worst way possible. After she left my room I sat awake in bed for hours. I was disgusted by my actions, my inability to do the right thing and stop her.

By the morning I couldn't look anyone in the eyes, Including myself. I just stayed in my room burying myself in self-loathing until I heard a knock at my door.

Go away.

"Masen, Can I come in please?" Hell no. it was the voice of the person who caused my demise. I didn't want to see her ever again.

She came in away.

"Did I tell you to come in? Get the fuck out before you ruin my life even more." I knew I was being mean but it didn't make a difference. She didn't leave. "What the fuck do you want? "

"I just wanted to let you know that this…" she pointed between the two of us." Is not over, I want you and I am going to make you see that you want me too." Then she stormed out of my room.

For the last two months I have been caught up in this crazy world were by day I am the perfect student, son, team member and boyfriend. Then by night I was living this underground dysfunctional sex relationship in which I felt I was held hostage.

After shit hit the fan I have been in a state of purgatory. I have no Makenna the one I want and need. I have no manipulative bitch that ruined my life. I don't want her; I didn't want her when she threw herself into my life.

Now I have no one; I deserve to be alone though.

Bpov

My baby is depressed.

I feel very conflicted about it all, He made stupid choices and now he has to live them.

I am concerned though. He isn't himself at all. My son was happy! He laughed and made others laugh. He was a wise ass that always had something to say.

He played and picked with his younger siblings but still took his responsibly to them very seriously.

But since the big blow up, he has forgotten to pick up Anthony twice. He now longer smiles, I haven't seen him smile in weeks.

I have always been uncomfortable with his and Makenna's relationship. He just seemed to be too in love to be so young. Edward assured me that as long he kept up with the other important things in his life that we should just be supportive and let them be.

Look at us now.

If we didn't allow him to be in such a serious relationship so young then maybe he could've spend the last four years with the freedom teenagers need to experiment.

It was truly sad to watch.

He slept all the time. He only spoke when spoken to. The light has really left his eye. We tried; I personally have spent hours with him in his room. I just wanted to show him that I was there for him.

He said she wouldn't talk to him and that she needed time but even after that time she doesn't know if she could forgive him.

Am I wrong for, even though he is my son, I am not really blaming her?

He violated the trust they have built over the last four years. He didn't make a mistake once or twice he was having an "affair". An affair with someone who saw her every day at school and new that she was having sex with her boyfriend.

I can't imagine how Makenna feels, the embarrassment at being so publicly deceived.

I am torn between wanting my baby to back and not wanting her to forgive him. Because he is a cheater and she should let him go for her own self-worth.

This Morning he walked into the kitchen as I was getting a quick breakfast ready for the twins. He came brooding into the room, Hair unwashed and everywhere.

"Good Morning."

"Morning." He mumbled.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Fine." He said also very quietly

"Come on Mase! When are we going to get you back? I feel like I am being punished and I didn't do anything."

He let out a shaky breath." I know Ma. I am sorry and I am trying. I really am. Every day I tell myself 'What the fuck Masen get your shit together man! She isn't taking you back and you have to live your life' but Mom I am finding it very hard to actually do."

He ran his hands through his hair as he spoke.

"Please don't get mad but I think you should go speak with someone." I had been thinking about this for weeks now.

"Mom, I see her every day, Multiple times a day. I see her smiling and joking with her friends. I can't get over her while watch what I can't have. I need help…."

I sighed a sigh of relief "Ok, I'll call your Grandfather."

He stood up and embraced like he hadn't been since he was a small child. When he pulled back his eyes were red but I could see promise.

"Thanks." Was his parting word.