-Bree's POV-

Okay, yeah it was horrible of me to go back to Adam room and have sex with him the day after sleeping with John.

But Adam's my boyfriend. John's not. And I'm still in shock. John telling the Ortons about us was no help, of course.

"You told them?!" I screeched with wide eyes to John, raising my eyebrows.

"Not exactly.." John shrugged slightly, lounging on the couch casually.

"Oh no..crap.." I mumbled, plopping next to him, feeling defeated.

"I told them we're in love. Randy's the one that assumed we did it." He said, laughing.

"Did it? Is that how he worded it?" I asked, scrunching my face up.

"His exact words." He shook his head, chuckling. "Sometimes I wonder if he has a brain."

"He has to. Something has to fill that big ole' head of his." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh. I wanted to apologize." John suddenly said, turning to me.

My eyebrows pulled together, "For.. what?"

"For not beating the hell out of you last night. I know how much you like that." He said, his tone 100% dry sarcasm.

"Oh shut up." I rolled my eyes again, looking away from him.

"No, really. If you ever decide to sleep with me again, just let me know how hard you like to be bitten and slapped. I'm all for it, baby." He shrugged, staring straight ahead.

I slugged him on the arm as hard as I could, glaring. "With your attitude, I probably won't ever sleep with you again."

"I figured you'd be pleased with my cooperation. I'm offering to beat you like a punching bag. You're not turned on? Not even a little bit?" He made puppy dog eyes at me, frowning deep.

"I'm leaving." I stood up, taking the two short strides to the door and swinging it open.

Fathead and Miss Priss fell in.

"Um.. we were just.."

"The uh.. the door handle was broken.. Randy was just.."

"I was fixing uh.. it. The handle. All fixed.."

"Kbye."

I grabbed Ashley by her arm, yanking her back easily. "I'm staying with you tonight."

"What for?" She asked, shaking me off her, glaring.

"Why are you so angry?! Now what did I do?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"You didn't call me and tell me! Its the rule. The five minute rule. And you broke it." Ashley glared, tapping her foot and folding her arms tightly across her chest.

"What? The rule? I didn't know about any stupid rule!" I glared back.

"Its in girl code! Every girl is born with girl code embedded into their minds. You know the rule. You were supposed to call me five minutes after you had sex with John. I have been waiting for this moment for four years. FOUR YEARS, and I hear the news from CENA? Hmph. Pft. Gah." She shook her head, looking away.

"But I.." I paused, frowning. "I have stuff I need to talk to you about.."

Ashley glanced at me quickly, then looked away. She was gonna break.

"Ash.." I frowned, tears filling my eyes slightly. "I slept with John and I feel really confused and crazy right now. I need you.."

She immediately, grabbed onto my hands, frowning as well with soft eyes.

"Babe, Bree is staying with us tonight." She said to Randy without looking at him.

I saw him roll his eyes and huff out a sigh.

"Oh, cut it out. B is staying with me. We have unfinished business." John said from behind me.

"More sex isn't unfinished business!" I squealed, turning to him.

"I wasn't talking about that, pervert." He stated, raising his eyebrows. "I meant that we have to talk about our situations and figure out what the hell we're gonna do."

I batted my eyelashes. "Our situations? You mean the fact that Adam can't keep his hands off of me and that bothers you?"

"No. I mean the fact that I'm getting married although you begged me not to." He said dryly.

"Ouch." Randy whispered behind me.

I snatched my sweater from the couch, glaring at John the entire time and storming to the door.

"Forget it. I'm staying with Adam." I grumbled as I stormed out, past Ashley's outstretched hand, ignoring John calling my name. I looked up from my shoes, and my eyes instantly met Adam's at the other end of the hallway. He smiled instantly.

His smile still lights up my life. I hate that I'm going to hurt him.

Soon he won't be smiling at me at all.