I'm not sure if i'm satisfied with this or not...

I know what I wanted to do with it, but I couldn't tell if I was doing it right.

But whatever, I hope you all enjoy!

Chelsea

I was freezing.

It felt like somebody had thrown me back into the freezing cold ocean, I couldn't even wiggle my toes, I was that cold.

I squirmed around, very unsettled. How the heck can I sleep in these conditions?

I felt heat coming from somewhere. It was so warm and comforting.

I inched towards it, and sighed.

It was so refreshing, it's like someone turned on a heater and wrapped it around me; like an electric blanket.

xxXXxx

I could feel sunlight on my face; I groaned, refusing to open my eyes cause the sunlight would burn.

You would say I was Dracula or something…

I rolled over; ontop of something warm and soft.

Or should I say, Someone.

I smirked, I forgot, I slept with Vaughn last night.

This is the first time I woke up next to a guy, and never screwed them the night before!

Congratulations Chelsea, You are no longer a whore!

Nah, I was never a whore, I only slept with Kai.

Oh, and that random chick that joined in one night. But I'm trying to erase that one from my mind

But than again…. The conditions we were under were pretty whorey…

Off that topic, I rather not remind me of that stuff right now… I have more things to be worried about.

Like what I'm going to do about Mark.

He deserves to have his heart ripped out and stomped on a million times.

But that would probably be too messy, and I am personally too lazy to take care if that.

Ah, fuck it. I'll just be like 'Its over, Its not me, it's you.' Its true, and witty. I don't really need satisfaction from it. Cause I really don't care…

"Mmmmmmmmmmm"

I giggled, looks like Sleeping Beauty besides me is finally coming too.

I gently opened my eyes, and I gazed at him.

His hair was spread out over his face, still covered by that black cowboy hat. His eyes were still closed. His eyelashes are black. I figured they would be white, you would say?

They say Redheads got Fire Crotches… I wonder what color his pubic hair is?

Shit. Nevermind

Forget I even just thought that.

Vaughns eye twitched, and he groaned again. His breathing changed. I chuckled; it was obvious he was awake. He was just not moving.

"I know your awake, Cowboy." I announced, "And do you seriously sleep with that hat on? Try not to flatter yourself, Vaughn. People don't stare at you while you're sleeping."

He opened one eye, "Well I'll be damned," he muttered, "Yer saucied in the fuckin mornin'"

I shook my head, chuckling. "Whatever, its true."

He just grunted, and I asked, "So how was your sleep?"

Vaughn shrugged, "I unno, alright I guess. I woke up at one point with ya wrapped me waist. That was pretty uncomfortable."

I slightly blushed, I dunno why the hell I would blush. I mean, it's not like I was touching him or anything. I've done worst. "Yeah," I mumbled, "I'm pretty sure I was freezing to death last night."

He sat up, stretching; "I told ya dat" he yawned, "And you spent about 6 hours freezing; when it woulda took ya about 3 minutes to get into yet warm house. "

He actually do have logic.. I was just kinda worried about leaving my cows out here by themselves. What if the room collapsed or something?

"Look," Vaughn said, standing up, "I really gotta go. Mirabelle will be wonderin where I'm at."

I looked at him. I really don't want him to leave. I want him to stay here, and not go away.

How can I get him to stay?

I know.

"But don't you want breakfast?" I smiled, "I got lots of porridge ingredients. And I can get some fresh milk Right now. "

He just stared at me, probably arguing inside his head about weather of not it was worth getting pounded on later from Julia.

If she can't get details outta him, she will come drilling it from me.

Not that there is any details to tell anyway.

He sighed, "You know what? Sure. Its not like they haven't noticed me gone already."

I chuckled, "Exactly, just say you walked me home and then passed out on the couch cause you had a few drinks."

He shrugged, "Its legit then."

I turned and looked at my animals; now that I'm here I minds as well care for them, that will save me a trip anyway, in this freezing cold.

"You go on in the house," I told Vaughn, "I'm gonna feed and tend on the animals, I'll only be five minutes."

He nodded, "I'll go start your fire."

...

I milked my cows, brushed them, and fed them.

I moved into the next barn; the coop, and I tended on my chickens as well.

I shivered as I walked back to the house. Although winter is beautiful, its absolutely freezing.

And for such a tiny girl like me; I don't enjoy it.

I pulled open my house door, so a nice toasty warm home. The fire was crackling in the corner,

"Thanks Vaughn" I remarked, "Its sooo warm in here, compared to out there."

He nodded, "I know, a lot of snow came down last night. I say abouta foot er so."

I sighed, "I know, I'm not a fan of winter… Its so cold and stuff. And so inconvenient. Like, I won't be able to plant anything." I pondered for a second, "What the heck am I going to do with all my free time?"

Vaughn chuckled, "I dunno, yer gonna have to get a hobby or something. Start singin again."

I rolled my eyes as I started boiling the rice for the porridge, "I can't. I promised Kai I wouldn't unless I found out what I really wanted in life or something."

Vaughn rose his eyebrows, and starred at me, "Well, that's stupid. Why would ya want to do something like that? Its just singing. Whats the big deal."

I spaced out, looking out the window. What is the big deal?

People might know who I am. Especially Lanna, for sure she knew why the record label dropped her.

And I know for a fact that shit would hit the roof if she found out who I really am.

And I won't be letting that happen anytime soon…

I murmured, "See, if the wrong person heared me singing, I could get nagged forever. Sometimes people use others for their talents, if they don't have a talent themselves. So I mean; I wouldn't want to be used again"

Vaughn shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah, makes sense I guess."

I nodded my head; and looked back out the window.

My eyes caught a certain Golden Blonde asshole's head bobbing up and down in the snow.

That dickhead. I wish someone would come up behind him and push him into a stupid snow bank.

Then cover him up so he could suffocate; then live him there to rot.

I watched him as he walked down the cobblestone road, that was now covered with the icy snow.

He better not be coming up here today.

The idiot.

All I have to say is: "I don't think we are made for each other, so I think it's for the best if we just pretended that none of this happened."

... Or- I could whip out my stickle and decapitate the asshole.

I sighed, I dunno… just telling him it's over and to get lost is kinda to subtle for me. I'm ragging on the inside. I want him to burst into flames.

I need to do something that will make him regret ever trying to break my heart. I need him to regret wanting Sabrina over me. I want him to want to kick himself in the ass for it.

But what do I have, that Sabrina don't?

A singing voice; but I'm sure as hell not going to serenade him, that's for sure.

What else do I have, that Sabrina don't have?

Uhh… a Tramp stamp?

THAT'S IT.

A Sex appeal.

"Chelsea?" I ignored the tangy southern voice behind me; I was in too deep of thought to comprehend

I bet little goody two shoe Sabrina is all Pure and Innocent. She probably thinks she is the little Virgin Mary.

I bet she puts out like mad.

Now, if Mark seen me in action; he would melt on the spot.

Any male would for any girl. But face it, the girls here is as conservative as anything.

Of course, I'm not gonna give him a pole dance or anything. And I'm not going to do anything outrageous…

I don't want him to feel like he had me 'wrapped around his finger', cause that's what he wanted.

I gotta think of something that will show that he didn't own me… Somethin-

I felt a presence hovering over my shoulder, "What's so interstin outside the window?" the cowboy muttered.

I watched at Mark approached the pathway to the farm, The nerve of that jerk. He wouldn't walk me home last night, I bet he was out being all snuggley with Sabrina.

At least Vaughn was concerned enough to walk me home… and he is still here floating around…

"What's that prick doin comin up here?" He groweled,

I looked up at the cowboy, squinting his eyes out the window. He was one hand rested on the counter, and the other shuffling through his silver hair.

He is a great looking guy. Hs jaw structure... his beautiful eyes, and his nice shoulders...

and his hair looks cute all messed up like tha-

I smirked devilishly, I got the perfect idea! The perfect plan to show Mark that I SURELY didn't belong to him.

To show that, unlike Sabrina; I don't mind getting a little down and dirty.

And that he should Regret screwing things up with me.

"Vaughn, take off your shirt. Asap" I chuckled, excited for my master plan. While scurrying over the my mirror, forcing my fingers furiously through my hair, Messing it all up like a hurricane stuck.

"What! What did you just say?" Vaughn sputtered,

I snapped around, "Just Take off your stupid shirt! Right now! You'll see!"

Vaughn went wide eyed, "Chelsea! What the hell! Why in the fu-"

I chuckled, while I looked at my finished hair in the mirror; my sex hair. It looks like I had a wild night.

And I don't mean sleeping in the barn.

I turned back to the closet, looking for something reveling enough to make it look like Vaughn and I had sex last night, but covering enough so no one sees my tramp stamp.

"Why do you want me to do that Chelsea?" Vaughn pleaded again, "I ain't doin it unless there is a good fuckin reason."

I sighed, as I grabbed a tight purple Tee shirt, and hid in the bathroom, I took off my bra, so that girls was hangin. And I took off my pants so I was just wearing panties and a tight shirt.

I yelled back, as I messed my hair up a bit more, "You know that whole 'I passed out on Chelseas sofa when I walked her home thing' plan?"

Vaughn grunted, "Yup, watta bout it?"

I walked out of the bathroom,

Vaughn

"Well, you never passed out on the sofa. You passed out in my bed. Now take off your shirt." She announced proudly,

My eyes widened as she scurried from the bathroom; wearing nothing but a pair of damn black panties and a skin tight T shirt.

I could see everything. Every single fuckin curve she had.

Do I cover my damn eyes? Or do I act like this is normal?

What the fuck is the doing?

"Chelsea! What in the fuck?" I exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing?"

She was busy looking through some sort of bag, "Ugh!" she muttered, "I MUST have at least one here somewhere…."

"Seriously," I grumbled, "Talk to me. What the heck is going on."

I kept looking in a different direction.

I feel like I shouldn't be fuckin looking at such a sweet girl like that.

She snapped around with something in her hands, "You don't have that shirt off yet, Cowboy? Snap to it!"

I watched her tight legs as she started walking towards me. I couldn't keep my fuckin eyes off her.

How the hell did she hid this stuff so fuckin good?

She is so good looking.

FUCK, I shouldn't be thinking like this. This is sweet little Chelsea I'm looking at, She don't deserve to be gawked at by a guy like me.

She is so tiny, she shouldn't have anybody staring at her.

She don't deserve it.

Chelsea smirked, while she started walkin towards me "You hate Mark Right? He is comin up here RIGHT NOW. I don't want him to think that he had me under his 'spell'. So I'm makin it look like I cheated on him."

I gasped, "What! And I'm 'the guy' you cheated with?"

She smirked, "No shit, there is no one else around"

I sighed, looking her up and down. She is so small, and delicate looking. She can't be at this. "Chels, Your too fuckin innocent for this. Don-"

She smirked at me, that devilish smirk, and she snickered, " Don't you tell me what I'm too innocent for. " then she chuckled, "And stop starring at me. You would say you never seen a girl in their underware before." She whipped my hat off my head and slung it across the room, then started messing up my hair.

I could feel my face flush red, as i snapped my eyes to the door.

I have seen females in their under ware before.

But Chelsea isn't like any other 'female'. She is different.

She shouldn't be parading around like this.

..

Plus , everyone is going to think I'm trash. I never screwed around with her

Fuck, we spent the night freezing our asses off in the barn.

Not this.

Besides, Mark is going to see her like this?

I don't fucking think so. I swear to the fucking goddess, if he gives her ONE fucking look. I'll pulverize him

I felt her tug on my hair kinda hard, "Ow," I muttered, "What are ya doin anyway?"

She grinned, "Sex hair. Now, lipgloss marks."

Wait, WHAT?

What the fuck is going on here.

I'm so fucking confused

"You don't even wear lip gloss." I pointed out.

She smeared lip gloss on her pointed and middle fingers, and started pressing it against my neck. "I don't care," she muttered, "Lets pretend I wore it last night."

She stood back and looked at me, she chuckled. "Get that shirt off, I expect a knock any second. And get in the bed."

I quickly started unbuttoning my shirt, This is fucked. This is actually fucked. What the hell is even happening right now?

What do I do? Do I pretend that I'm fuckin sleeping?

Or do I sit up surprised?

Or can I beat him up?

Or do I ask Chelsea a question?

This fucking sucks

Chelsea scurried around the room, knocking stuff over. She took over shoes and threw them in random places. She grabbed her clothes she wore that night and slung them everywhere.

She even went as far as slinging a pair of panties and a brazier on to the table.

"Throw your shirt somewhere-"

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Chelsea froze, and turned around to me, "Hurry!" She quickly stressed, "Jump in the bed! And for god sakes, throw the pillows and blankets around."

I took my shirt and slung it over on the arm of hr sofa.

I grabbed the pillows and threw them around her bed, and mixed her blankets around so that there were some on the floor, half on the floor, and a couple left in the bed.

Then she quickly addressed to the unanswered door, "UH! ONE SECOND! I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!"

Quickly, I crawled in her bed and looked at her.

She turned around, and sighed. "How do I look? Okay?"

She looked hot a fucking hell. I just nodded, I'm not even gonna open my mouth… I'm afraid the wrong words might come out.

How the fuck did I get tangled up in the today?

I rolled my eyes, What else can I expect?

Last night we were sleepin on a stack of hay; freezing our asses off.

Now here I am half naked in her bed, with her walking around with nothing but panties and a tight little shirt on. Pretending we actually slept together.

I shook my head, What more can I expect from Chelsea?

Just when I think I got her all figured out, she fuckin surprises me.

She is so damn unpredictable.

She turned, and walked towards the door. I watched her little bubble butt the whole way.

I hate to say it, I sound like a damn pervert; but whatever do I look at? The fucking pictures hung on her walls?

Yeah right.

Even thought I shouldn't be at it…

And I swear to goddess, if Mark even stills one look at her ass,

I'll kill him.

She turned to me and smirked, "Alright Nebraska, I hope your good at improv. Cause I'm great."

I took a deep breath; if Mark dares to glance at her body even once, I will destroy the fucker.

She silently opened the door, just a crack so she could hide herself behind the door. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "Um, Mark… What a surprise…"

She sounded like she was hiding something. Or I should say someone.

This is fucking ridiculous.

I heard the stupid preppy voice speak, "Hey Babe, how did you sleep?"

She giggled guiltily, and whispered to herself "Ah, really good."

I'm guess she was referring to our damn pretend 'crazy night together'

Cause she isn't talkin about sleepin in the barn, thats fer sure

He rose his eyebrow, "Oh yeah? Let me in. Its freezing out here."

She closed the door up a little more, "Um, no Mark… I'm not quite dressed yet. So I don't think you can come in… why don't you come back later?"

Mark made a low chuckle, one low fucking perverted one. I swear to goddess, if I didn't know Chelsea was fuckin dumping that tool, I would have got out of his bed and fuckin clobbered him.

Of course somethin like that was get him fucking going, the asshole is as starving for sex.

He chuckled again, not knowing where to get at with the idea of a half naked female standing behind the door.

"Well, baby. Since you are my girlfriend, I figure seeing you undressed isn't that big of a deal. Right? Or are you not that type of girl?"

goddess Dammit, I would castrate the prick myself if Chelsea asked, Or whatever the hell she had going on in her damn twisted mind.

Fucking asshole.

The thought of a male thinkin of her like that made me want to vomit.

She DON'T deserve greasy assholes sizing her up.

Chelsea chuckled mildly, but I don't think this was was acted. I think she just couldn't hold in the irony of it. She smiled, "No Mark, You CAN'T come in here."

He stiffened up, "Why not?"

She shrugged, "You just can't, okay? I'll come find you later. Just go."

I wish I could see his fucking face right now… I bet he is flipping cause his plan isn't working anymore.

Or because he wants to see Chelsea in her underware…

The fucking asshole.

"Why are you acting so weird?" He muttered, "Let me in,"

She grumbled, "Mark, I said no. No means No"

He growled, "God damnit, Chelsea! Let me in!" He pushed the door with great force, that Chelsea fell backwards onto her bum.

"OW! You IDIOT! That hurted!" She complained,

That fucking prick. Is this what he would have done if this was a real life situation?

Would he is REALLY swooped that low to fucking interfere with this young ladies privacy? Even after she clearly fucking asked for him to come back later?

Did he realize that he just practically pushed her across the room?

That goddess damn fucking JERK.

I hate that asshole. Chels DO NOT deserve to be treated like that.

I'll fucking kill him.

Marks jaw dropped, when he seen Chelsea pull herself up from the floor.

I squinted my eyes, It turned my stomach to know that someone else was staring at her.

He looked her up and down manically, like he was seein it all for the first time

It disgust me that males are really pigs; like Chelsea said.

I bet he picked out every single curve of her great body. Just like me.

The prick, its creepier when he does it. I mean, I don't mean anything by it.

I know how that dirty pig fucking things; he is probably fucking thinking shit in his head right now about bendin-

Dammit, I can't even think about it.

It makes me want to fucking kill him.

He groaned, "Wow, Baby. You got a lot going for yourself. Why didn't I see all this before?"

Prick. fucking fucking fuckin jerk.

Chelsea eyes widened, as he started walking towards her.

What? Why didn't he notice me led in her bed?

Why didn't he notice the house in slings? And her clothes, and mine slung everywhere?

This place is a fucking state.

"Go away Mark, Don't" Chelsea muttered,

Of course he didn't fucking notice me. Why the fuck would he notice me when there is a good looking, half naked brunette standing right in front of him?

I looked up, to see Mark was closing in on Chelsea.

He was getting really fucking close.

How the fuck do I improve this shit? Can I get up and kill him? Or do I let him notice me? Or do I call out?

"MARK! Don't you touch me!" She snapped,

I sat up, to see Mark was smoothing her hand down her fair arm.

He pushed it way too fucking far.

He is fucking getting it.

"HEY!" I shouted, "Don't you EVER touch a lady if she don't want to be fucking touched!"

I jumped out of bed and walked right up to him, grabbing him hold and heavin him inthe the kitchen counter, "Especially when she is barely wearing anything, you asshole." I growled

His jaw dropped, as he looked me up and down, "What the hell are you doing here?"

I snapped my mouth shut, Yeah, what the fuck am I doing here? Do I say I had sex with Chelsea? Or…

Fuck. What the fuck do I do?

"He stayed the night," Chelsea huffed, crossing her arms, "Is there a problem with it?"

Mark fumed, as he turned around to her, "What the hell, Chelsea! Why the hell was he in your bed half naked? And why the hell are you half naked?" His jaw dropped, "He STAYED the night?"

Chelsea shrugged her shoulders, "I guess it's whatever it looks like, huh? You caught me."

"You SLUT!" He bellowed, "You agreed to be my GIRLFRIEND last night! Then you go behind my back and sleep with this imbecile?"

She narrowed her eyes, "Well EXCUSE ME." She shouted, "First of all; I heard that you ran off last night and was sucking faces with the Snobby Ex Girlfriend, so wouldn't you be the cheater?"

His eyes widened,

'Second of all!" She muttered, "Vaughn offered to walk me home last night. If you gave even two shits about me, you would have agreed to have walked me home; Instead of volunteering another MALE to do YOUR job."

His eyes narrowed,

"And thirdly! I didn't think you were man enough to satisfy me sexually. So I figured Vaughn could help me out."

He jaw dropped, and he turned to me, "Are you SERIOSUS? You SERIOUSLY slept with her last night?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Well, that's what it looked like, Don't it?"

Mark muttered, "Well I'll be damned." then he growled, "And what do ya mean? I'm not 'Man" enough for ya? And you think that stupid cowboy is?"

Chelsea smirked, "Oh, Believe me, He is."

I smirked, and she continued, "And Vaughn and I had a little bit of Pillow talk. And Mark, It turns out that I wasn't as crazy about you as you thought I was. So I think we should probably break up."

Mark frowned, and Chelsea kept talking, "Besides, Vaughn told me all about your pyromaniac episode. How you stalked and beat up your own sister."

Mark squinted his eyes at me, I couldn't help but smirk.

I get great satisfaction from hearing my possibly favorite person belittling the person I hate more than fuckin anything.

Chelsea sighed, "Also, he mentioned your little scheme of trying to 'break my heart' so you can become a damn hero and take over my farm."

Her eyes slied and she jabbed him in the chest, she spit out "Listen here, prick."

I got goose bumps, her voice sounded vicious

"If you EVER offer to come within 50 feet of me EVER again, I will tell Taro EVERYTHING. I will even tell your best buddy, Regis. And believe me, you will get kicked off this island." She breathed, "NOTHING comes between me and my farm, ever. And don't it EVER occur in your mind that you can ever get this farm."

She smirked evilly, "Believe me, you will regret it."

Mark pierced his eyes from Chelsea to me. I could feel the fucking furry raging from his blood.

He turned to me, "Listen her, Idiot. You ruined this for me. You prick, and believe me. One of these days; you will pay for it."

I chuckled, "Ha, I'm not scared. Now get the fuck out, before I throw you out."

He threw us one final glower, then went off on his way.

Chelsea

I smirked as the cowboy, as I grabbed my bra and panties off the table. "Well," I giggled, "That went exactly how I wanted it. Short and simple; and I put him in his place."

Vaughn rolled his eyes, "Chelsea. Do you realise the rumors that will be going about town now? Everyone will be saying that I was a scumball and took your fucking innocence. I don't want that. And –"

I couldn't help but smirk. Seriously? Vaughn thinks he fake took my virginity?

And he thinks I actually care about what the damn townfolk have to think?

I don't give a shit what they think about me. As long as they don't know about that tramp stamp…

"What?" he asked, probably questioning my smirk

She smiled, as I pulled on a pair of jeans "Seriously, Vaughn? I almost got my heart broken, and my farm snatched away? And you think I'm worried about the town folk knowing if I'm a virgin or not?" I smiled, "Besides, do you really want Mark to know that I 'slept' with another man? That would take away his Alpha Dog Role. I don't think he will go bragging about it or anything."

He flushed a little red, "I guess yer right. But its odd out of ya, Chels. I mean, last month you were flipping out about me 'raping you'. And now yer here strutting around in your under ware, comfortable as fuck?"

Oh shit. He is putting two and two together. I'm screwed. I'm screwed over.

I should have just packed up my shit and left the farm for Mark. Vaughn can't know about me past, he is the LAST person that should know. He can't judg-

"I'm kinda proud, ya know?" He muttered while he sat to the table, "I mean, it's a good thing that your more comfortable around me."

I chuckled in relieve, so happy that he was just babbling on about stuff,

"I mean, I don't want you walking around in your underware all the time. But I just mean, its pretty cool how your that comfortable with me an stuff and. Well, I don't mean I want you in your underware around me either. I'm just sayin that –"

I rolled my eyes are his awkwardness; He really gets himself stuck in these social holes.

"Its okay, Vaughn. I get what you mean. I dunno, Mark just really fusterated me. I guess I just wanted to show him that my world didn't revolve around him. Ya know?"

He nodded. I looked at his shirtless body.

I gotta say, that boy has it going on.

He got really nice shoulders, and his abs are perfectly chiselled out. And his chest hair was silver as well.

It really suited him, I should have known he would be hot a hell.

And his messy hair made him look pretty damn good.

I chuckled, "You should wear your hair like that more often, Cowboy. Its pretty damn cute."

Vaughn blushed about a million colors, and I rolled me eyes.

He is really something else.

Through everything I ever put him through; accusing him of rape, calling him a jerk and a liar, not listening to the important things he wants to tell me. I can still depend on him.

I can rely on him to always be there to comfort me from my phobias, to protect me from wild animals, someone to talk to, someone to fake sex with me to make other guys jealous. He is someone I can depend on.

He really is my truest Best Friend.

I smirked, as Vaughn button up his shirt and walked over to the pot to check on his rice,

He chuckled, "Yeah, I don't think its possible to make porridge outta this."

I rolled my eyes, "I guess I'll have to put on more."

He smiled and laughed at the same time, that beautiful rare laugh, "Ya better, ya really made me work up an appetite last night."

I smiled and laughed, "Shut it, you."

Mark

I didn't realize how sexy Chelsea was.

Sure, her plain stupid face lacks interest, but he legs and tits really makes up for it.

Besides, who looks at a girls face these days anyway?

Maybe I should have tried to jump in the sack with her…

I wonder if the stupid cowboy didn't butt in, would she had tried to encouage it?

That fucking cowboy, he thinks he is a galient, but he is nothing but a dirty prick

But then again, if I was given the chance, I probably would have rattled her bones too.

Who would of thought? That retarded, shy farmer would end up being the most seductive on the island?

I gotta say, I was pretty surprised with with he had hidin…

The lucky cowboy, Sabrina would never fuck my until we are married…

"Mark! Come here a minute." I smiled, I recogonised that sweet voice from anywhere,

"Hey baby," I whispered to the beautiful black haired female

"How did it go this morning?" She asked intently,

Ah shit. How do I tell her that own plan failed us?

I was our only hope. And I failed. How can she depend on someone like me?

I sighed, "Chelsea dumped me."

Sabrina turned red, "She WHAT! Why?"

Cause she found out everything, and apparently I wasn't enough man for her…

"Uh," I muttered, "She said she didn't feel a connection or something."

Sabrina sighed, "What do we do now? Marky? I need to be with you."

I sighed, "I dunno baby, I guess we just keep bugging your dad."

Sabrina turned red, and exclaimed, "Never! Father would never let me go so simply. If you can't do it, I guess I'm going to have to get my hands dirty.."

I smirked, "Your so determined."

I dunno how she would consider doing it though. She defiantly isn't going to win over Vaughn for Chelsea with her little purity ring on...

Sabrina smiled, "I know, it's scary actually."