I ran my hands through the sandy blond hair of the boy kissing me. His arms encircled my waist, his mouth visciously attacking mine, our tongues battling with each other for dominance. I moaned quietly, tangling and grabbing the blond locks into my fists.

He pulled back, panting, but smiling. I smiled back, and let the strong grasp on his hair go free. I brushed and straightened his hair, then let my hands fall down to his shoulders.

"So, do you have any plans tonight?" I asked him, entangling my fingers together behind his neck.

"Mary Anne and I are supposed to go to the movies," Logan sighed, his arms tightening around my small waist.

I felt a pang of guilt in my gut. Logan was cheating on Mary Anne, for me. I could only imagine how much it would hurt her if she ever found out about us. Logan and I, together, when he already has a girlfriend. What could I do to Mary Anne? Drive her into committing suicide? No...Mary Anne wasn't brave enough to take her own life. But it could ruin her trust in males. It could tear her apart. She and Logan'd been together for so long... It'd crush her if she found out now.

I ignore my conscience, pushing it into the back of my head. "When are you going to blow her off, Logan?"

He let his arms drop from my waist as he headed over to the window. He sat on the window sill and sighed again, staring out into the afternoon light.

"I can't. We can't risk anyone finding out about us. Mary Anne...," His sentence drifted off and he looked down. I knew he felt guilty, just as I did.

I walked over to him and kneeling down, so no one could see me through the window and ask questions. I rest my hand on his thigh and look up at him.

"I know how you feel. I feel guilty, too, but...it's for the best...right?" I didn't sound too confident and comforting.

He turned around and faced me, flashing me one of her gorgeous southern smiles that nearly made my heart melt. "Yeah, I guess so...,"

He slid off of the window sill and down onto the floor with me, wrapping his arms around me again. "I love you, Stacey," He kissed my neck and stood up again, then walked over to his desk and sat down.

"Come on...We need to finish our homework before my mom gets suspiscous as to why we're taking so long," He picks up his pencil and begins his homework. I sigh and stand up, brushing imaginary dust off of my jeans, and walk over to the bed, where my homework is spread out. Just as I'm starting a math equation, there's a knock on the door.

"Logan? May I come in?" It's his mother.

He turns around and looks at me. I nod. "Yeah,"

The door opens and Logan's mom walks in, a plate with cookies resting in her hands. "I just baked these. And don't worry, Stacey, it's a diabetic recipe, so there's not much sugar,"

"Okay, thanks," I say breezily, sitting up.

"Is there anything you needed, mom? We're trying to finish...," logan asks tentively.

His mom shoots him a look, straightens her blouse with her free hand. "I just wanted to know how you two were doing,"

Logan and I exchange smiles and nod. "Yeah, mom, we're doing just fine,"