Recap:

She didn't know what Ryan had, what made him so irresistible to her, so undeniable. She had never liked another guy that she barely knew. Not like this.

"Just so you know…I do have a girlfriend."

And then it hit her: she was hurt. She had been denying it, but she had developed a small crush on him. Well, more like a big crush on him. And she was almost sure he had felt something for her, too.

Marissa sighed. She was sitting in her car, hiding out in the parking lot. She didn't want to go upstairs to her apartment; she didn't want to face Kyle. But, she knew she had to, so she sighed again, grabbed her purse, and slowly walked to the elevators.

Kyle paced back and forth in front of the door. He had to admit it: he was the jealous type. He just couldn't stand it. The thought of his gorgeous, beautiful, outrageous fiancé spending time with another guy. Especially Ryan, the cheap kid from Chino. Kyle remembered the look on her face when she first saw him. First she was shocked, then she smiled, and giggled, and basically drove him crazy the whole time they were all in the same room. She flirted with everyone—Kyle knew she didn't mean to, but it still drove him crazy.

Marissa slowly walked down the hall, she stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath. Quietly, she knocked.

Kyle was reaching for the phone when he heard the faint knocking on the door. He quickly walked over and yanked the door open.

There Marissa was, soaking wet, and staring at her feet. She kept her head down, but glanced up at Kyle.

"Hey." He said quietly, as slowly wrapped his arms around her, and softly kissed her forehead. "Come Inside." He whispered. She nodded slowly, and let him pull her inside. She sat down on a brown, leather couch, and Kyle sat across from her, in a matching chair. "So, um…" Kyle tried not to sound upset. He cleared his throat. "What took so long?" He asked eagerly. Marissa looked away and shrugged.

"We just lost track of time." She said flatly.

"Oh, right." Kyle snapped. "You lost track of time."

"Yeah, we did." Marissa defended.

"So what were you two doing the whole time, huh? Last time I checked it didn't take THAT long to pick out some colors, or whatever the hell you were doing."

Marissa crossed her arms across her chest. "Fine, if you want to know sooooo bad…" She stood up. "We went out to dinner. And that's it, Kyle. We picked out some stuff for the house, and then we went out to dinner. That's what you've been slaving over the whole night."

She stomped into the bathroom, slammed the door, and turned on the shower. She could hear Kyle yelling from the living room. "Well, fine! If you'd rather go out with the architect, go right ahead. After all, I am only your fiancé."

"Yeah, right." Marissa muttered to herself.

"Theresa!" Ryan called, as he let the screen door slam shut. He kicked off his wet shoes, and threw his keys on the counter. Theresa appeared in the doorway, her hair was dripping wet and she was wearing a pink bathrobe.

"Hey." She walked across the room to Ryan, and kissed him on the cheek. He looked away.

Her kisses were different than Marissa's. Not that he cared.

Theresa was standing close to him. He kept looking away, though he could feel her eyes on him.

"You're all wet." Theresa said, then grinned.

"Yeah, it's raining." Ryan said softly. Not that it was hard to notice. He could hear the loud pitter-patter of the rain on the roof.

Theresa sighed, and started twirling her long, black hair around her finger, watching Ryan.

"What's wrong?" She said quietly.

"Nothing's wrong." He said quickly.

"Something is obviously wrong…" Theresa rubbed her forehead.

"Nothing is wrong!" Ryan snapped.

The color faded from Theresa's cheeks. She hated it when Ryan yelled. She turned around, grabbed a glass off the counter, and poured herself a glass of water.

"How's the house coming?" She asked after a few minutes.

Ryan shrugged. "Good, I guess."

"Same thing as usual?"

Theresa walked to the living room, where she sat down on an old, brown couch. In front of her sat a small Tv.

"What do you mean by 'usual'?" He leaned against the door frame. Theresa took another sip, then looked at Ryan.

"The usual…is a huge, huge house that people like…us…only dream about living in."

Ryan nodded. "That's about it."

"Mmm." Theresa turned her attention back to the tv. There was a minute of silence, then she asked "Who's it for?"

Ryan, who had been staring off into space, thinking about his day, looked towards Theresa. He had hardly even noticed she was talking to him, because her eyes remained on the television. "What?" He asked dumbly.

"The house. Who's it for?" Theresa sipped her water.

Ryan hesitated. "For this girl.." Theresa looked up. "And her fiancé." He added.

Ryan watched as Theresa glanced away. "Oh."

He could hear the disappointment in her voice. He had promised her he would never, ever let her down again. He opened his mouth, about to say something like "I love you" or something to make her believe he wasn't interested in Marissa. Deep down, he knew he was lying. But, she spoke before he did.

"Look, I'm going to bed. See you." She brushed past him, and left the room.

He still remembered that one night, but he wanted to forget is so bad. Her name was Sarah Orlando. He had met her at a bar a few minutes away, and, the spur of the moment, decided to bring her home. Theresa was supposed to be gone that night. It was supposed to be a little fun, and then it'd be over. But things didn't work out as planned. Theresa came home, caught him…and there's not much else to the story. Well, he did have to plead her to forgive him, he had to promise over, and over, and over again that it would never happen again. But, he'd never forget those few moments, where he felt like he was free to do anything; like he had escaped Chino just for one night.

That was why he was so drawn to Marissa.

She was an escape from his usual life. She was something to look forward to; someone to keep you on the edge of your seat.

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