"Marissa stop."

I try to say but it is mumbled against her mouth. She sits up and smiles.

"Why?"

Her hands travel down my body and stop at the waist of my jeans. She unbuttons it and slowly unzips my jeans.

"Marissa…"

"Shut up!"

I was taken back from her sudden outburst but I shook it off. She started to reach inside but I grabbed her hands before she was able to.

"Ryan, I love you…"

I can feel her hands try to escape mine but my grip tightens.

"I'm sorry Marissa…"

She jumps up from my bed and you can tell that she is angry.

"Goddamnit Ryan! Forget it, we're over!"

She doesn't leave right away, she stays and waits for my reaction but I didn't give her one. She finally leaves, frustrated and angry.

I just sat there for a couple minutes until I heard a knock at the door.

"Marissa…"

Donna opens the door and looks hurt.

"Donna…"

I stand up and smile.

"I didn't know it was you, I thought it was Marissa because she just left."

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you. Sandy sent me in to tell you its time for lunch."

My smile faded, she was about to walk out but came back.

"By the way, you might want to button up your pants."

I looked down and saw that my pants were still open from when Marissa has opened them. I was about to explain but Donna was gone already.

"Damn it"

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She didn't look at me once the whole time we were eating and neither did Trey.

If you exclude Seth, we all ate in silence. Donna sat right across from me, so it was extra hard for me to not pay attention to her.

For the first time, I looked up and she was looking at me, as well.

I mouthed "What's wrong?"

She answered "You"

"What did I do?"

"Sandy can I be excused?"

"Um, sure."

She got up and walked into the kitchen.

"Sandy…?"

"Sure."

I got up and followed her. I walked into the kitchen and she was pacing.

"What did you do? You want to know what you did! You fucked that dirty-ass skank, Marissa!"

"No I didn't! I stopped her from doing anything! Why should you care?"

Her expression softened, she went from enraged to guilt. She mumbled something incoherent.

"What?"

Her reply was a little louder than a whisper. "I remember…"

"Really?"

She closed the gap between us and now our faces were only centimeters apart. She smiled,

"Really"

"…what now?"

"Well that's up to you. Do you want to be with me and deal with my up and downs?"

I shook my head no, "Yes."

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

I smiled.

"I know."

The End