One more day and she was free. A week had gone by extremely slowly and she hadn't seen Bradin since their talk. He'd told her on the phone he'd tried to sneak over to her place but Johnny had caught him.

She ached to feel his soft lips against hers again. They'd called eachother regularly but it just wasn't the same.

She heard the phone ring from the other room.

"Is that Michelle" a familiar but unrecognizable asked.

"It's Michael."

Michelle froze.

"How did you get my number" she whimpered, shaking all over.

"Never mind that, I want you back, and if you don't tell me where you are I'll track you down," he threatened.

"Don't ever come near me again, I hate you," she screamed, and slammed the phone back on the hook.

She sunk down to the floor and sobbed uncontrollably. Just as she thought she had forgotten her past life it came back to haunt her.

She heard the phone ring again.

Cautiously she picked it up and mumbled something like "who is it?" into the receiver.

She was relieved to hear Bradin's voice on the other end.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," she lied. "Just missing you."

"We should go out tomorrow," he suggested.

Remembering her parents were going away for the weekend she suggested "why don't you come over to my place. My parents are going to be out."

"Sounds good," he replied. "Is eight okay. I better tell Ava I'm staying at Bryce's tomorrow?"

"Sure. Look, I'd better be going, my mum wants to use the phone." She lied again.

"Yeah, okay bye, umm I umm love you," he said, the last half awkwardly.

"I love you too," she said, finally meaning it. "See you tomorrow."

She hung up.

She could just ask a few friends, they could watch a movie or something, nothing to out of hand, but then again, maybe she'd feel better if she partied her troubles away.

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When Bradin entered Michelle's house he was surprised to see how many people were there. The music was loud and he could see heaps of people with a beer in hand, one of those Michelle. He was expecting a quite night.

"Hey Michelle," he said as he walked to her side.

"Hey sexshy," she slurred and pushed a bottle into his hand.

"Lets dansh" she said as she grabbed his free hand and pulled him close.

Soon they were both pretty drunk.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear and let out a loud laugh.

"Yeah, and I love you to," she said loudly.

"Oooh, lets play spin the bottle" suggested Carrie. She'd picked up an empty beer bottle from off the ground.

A few people nodded in reply and sat in a circle.

"Except," she added, "everyone besides the two people in get to choose what they do. But we'll start with little things first."

Michelle giggled and clumsily sat down next to Bradin.

Carrie spun the bottle and it landed on Bryce. Issy looked jealous as Carrie walked over and batted her eyelashes.

"Just a quick kiss on the lips to start with," suggested Bryce.

They leaned in and it was over in seconds.

Pretty soon the game was getting heated up and everyone was turned on.

Cassy had just made out with Ryan and it was his turn to spin.

It landed on Michelle.

"I think this should be a bigger dare," suggested Lucas.

"Finger her" shouted someone from the back of the room.

Everyone was so off their faces at the time that they would go through with anything. Bradin wolf whistled and Michelle laughed.

She walked up to Ryan and kissed him hard. He pushed her up against the wall and lifted up her skirt.

As he slid his fingers into her she moaned into his chest. She arched her back and grinded her hips into his hand.

This went on for a few more minutes until Carrie said "that's enough."

Bradin grinned her as she came back and wiggled her ass infront of his face before sitting down.

She spun the bottle held her breath. She screamed "YES" when it landed on an unsuspecting Bradin.

"Give him head" yelled Bryce.

Michelle licked her lips and stood up.

Slowly she unbuttoned his jeans and knelt down.

She licked down his toned chest and he moaned.

Then everything went blank.

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Bradin stretched out his arms and yawned. His head ached and couldn't bare to open his eyes and face the harsh daylight.

He rolled over and felt someone snuggled up against his chest. Slowly he peeled open his eyes and saw Michelle's naked body asleep next to him.

But who was curled up against his back?

He looked around and saw a blonde girl, who he recognised as Yasmin from his Science class. She was hot!

He hit himself again and reminded himself he had a girlfriend.

Slowly he sat up, eyes wide open and afraid he would wake Michelle and freak her out.

He carefully tried to wake the other girl. She wouldn't get up and he groaned in frustration. How was Michelle going to react?

He let out a small sigh of relief when he saw a used condom lying on the floor but at the same time his stomach sunk.

He had a fairly clear idea of what had happened but still hoped he'd wake up and it would all just be a bad dream.

Michelle yawned and started to sit up.

Oh no, he was dead.

"Umm, morning," Bradin stuttered.

She looked around frantically and started to inch backwards.

"Whwhwhat happened? What did you do to me?" she asked worriedly. "Who is she?"

Yasmin grabbed a sheet, wrapped it around herself and ran out the door.

Bradin opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Get away from me, I'll, I'll call the police," she whimpered.

He stood up, picked up his clothes and headed for the door, with his head hanging low.

"I hate you Bradin Westerley! I thought I could trust you and you just used me. I never want to see you again," she shouted.

She buried her head in the pillow and pulled the blanket over her head. At least I'm in my own room, she thought.

"I didn't mean it, it wasn't my fault, I don't even know what happened," said Bradin. He was still standing at the door.

"Get away from me now" she said, starting to get scared.

"Look, whatever happened last night, lets not let it split us up," Bradin pleaded.

"Go now, I'm going to scream," she shouted.

"I, I…"

"Now!"

Reluctantly, he turned around and walked off.

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"How was last…" Jay started but by then Bradin had already run upstairs.

"Maybe he had a fight with Bryce," suggested Ava.

He just shook his head. "And you believed him when he said he was staying at Bryce's?"

Ava opened her mouth to speak but Jay stopped her.

"Rhetorical question."

"You better go check if he's okay," said Ava.

"Yeah, if he opens his door."

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"Bradin, it's Jay, open up," said he said while knocking on his postered bedroom door.

Bradin heard the doorknob turn and the door squeak open. Quickly he sat up and wiped his eyes.

"What's wrong mate," asked Jay.

"Nothing," replied Bradin, looking away, so as not to show his red, puffy eyes.

He paused for a moment and blurted out "I just have to go screw things up everytime. I thought this one was different."

"You wanna talk about what happened?" questioned Jay.

Bradin waited a minute. "We were both off our heads. And suddenly it's all my fault."

"It couldn't be that bad?"

"She's scared of me!"

"Is she worth getting this upset about? I mean you've had heaps of girls," said Jay.

Bradin looked up angrily at him. "Go away"

"Don't you wanna talk?" said Jay.

"Now, get out."

"I'm going, I'm going."

Jay left the room and shut his door.

Bradin felt hot tears sting is cheeks. He felt sick at the thought of never seeing Michelle again. This wasn't the same as all those other girls. He loved her. And there had to be some way to get her back.

Sorry I haven't updated for ages, been really busy. Review! Thanks for everyone again who reviewed, it makes me reeeeeally happy.

Love ya Sonali, you're the best. (personal joke) What would I do without ya.