When Jackson started to wake up, the first thing he noticed was his headache. He was thirsty, and his head hurt, he had certainly drunk too much last night. Aside from his head, the rest of his body hurt too, just like after a Casketball training. There was also something, no, someone on top of him.

Well, seems like I had fun last night…

He opened his eyes to see the face of the girl he had slept with but could see nothing but tangled long ash blonde hair. She smelled good, at least. He tried to look around him but the bed had curtains and they were closed, keeping him from knowing where he was. Jake looked down at the girl's arm, the one splayed on his chest, and noticed the scar on her arm.

Wait a minute… I know this scar.

His eyes widened as he realized who was the girl on top of him. He lifted the sheet from both of them. Correction: the naked girl on top of him. He put his hand on her shoulder, trying to take in what he had done. Or rather, whom.

Neffie? Really? What the hell? She wasn't even there yesterday!

So, he had slept with his ex and had no memory of it. Fuck. Did we use a condom?, he thought before he lifted the sheet one more time checking out his bare member. Ok, this thing better be in the trash. Jake heard her mumble and steadied himself when he felt her moving. He could feel her wetness against his hip. For fuck sake.

He now had a closer and better view of her. She was still as beautiful as before. He could see the traces of the bliss of her orgasm on her face, and he felt proud of himself, something related to his ego, for sure. It was weird to see her this close to him when the last time they had been close was when she almost slapped him.

When Nefera woke up, she could feel Holt's warm body against her, and she could hear his steady heartbeats. Her eyes still closed, she tightened her hold on him and raised her leg, causing her center to be against him. He was already awake, she could tell since she felt him caressing her shoulder.

She opened her eyes a few seconds later, and it took her a few more to realize that the chest she was laying on wasn't the right skin-colored. Instead of a blue chest she was facing a fair-skinned one. And it could only mean one thing. She raised her head and met her ex's eyes and they looked at each other before she freaked out and jumped out the bed.

Or rather, she freaked out and fell out of the bed. She grabbed the sheet upon her chest as she tried to hide her whole body from her unexpected and unwanted guest. "The fuck are you doing here?", she tried to spat out as she was struggling to stand up without flashing him.

"What do you mean 'The fuck am I doin' here?' We had sex, no?", he asked as he stood too. He froze when she said "No." She didn't… "Don't tell me you… Don't tell me you're fucking with him!"

"Excuse me but my sex life is none of your business!" Jake couldn't believe it… So she was fucking is alter ego! "It is my business when I end up waking up in the same bed as you." He said as he was dressing up as fast as he could. Fastening his pants, he turned around to face her. "Don't tell me you cheated on me with him."

She didn't answer. She hadn't cheated on him but had told him she did, and now, seeing him half-naked in her bed, the bed she had cried for him, she just wanted him to hurt again. "I did." She said and he just went crazy.

"I can't believe you did that! What a fucking bitch!" He yelled as he put his shirt on and grabbed his shoes with his fingers. "How could I love you, damn, you're… The worst person I've ever met." She crossed her arms on her chest as she was getting annoyed by his insults.

She was ashamed but she was truly on the verge of crying, and he did nothing to arrange that. "You disgust me… Really, you're nothing more than a monster." And ouch, how he knew how to pull her strings. She couldn't control the slap she gave him. "Go ahead, hit me, what more could you do to destroy me? Huh?"

The princess burst in tears. "Oh 'cause I wasn't destroyed, maybe? 'Cause you were always a saint and never cheated on me? If I'm a bitch then you're the queen of whores, Jake. Now get out of my place!", she cried as she pushed him backward, pushing him out of her place.

"I never cheated on you, you fucking psycho!", he screamed in the hallway as she was going back to her room. "Ugh, my ass!", he heard her yell back from inside. He didn't pay attention to Deuce and Cleo popping out of the youngest princess' room. "Oh, and take your damn phones with you.", cried his ex as she threw his and Holt's phones at his face.

"Fuck off!", he spat and he heard her footsteps as she got out of her room and slammed her door. "Get out of my fucking place! Now!" And he left without a second glance to his best friend who was watching them, dumb-founded.

She was left in the middle of the hallway, naked with only a thin sheet to cover her body, and crying out for the boy who had broken her heart for an umpteenth time.

That night, as Jackson was in his bed, he was realizing how clueless he had been these last few months. He had done nothing of all day, barely eating the meals his mother would cook for him. It was Sunday and there was nothing to do, aside from praying and going to church, as his mother reminded him.

He decided to go on his phone but he pulled the wrong one out of his pocket and found himself with Holt's phone in his hand. That's when he had the idea to infiltrate his alter-ego's phone, even though he quickly thought of it as something bad, he changed his mind after thinking 'That asshole stole my girl, what's a look inside his phone compared to that?'. Holt's lock screen was a picture of himself, and Jake thought that it was really a narcissist thing to do so.

Of course, Holt hadn't put his birth date as his password and Jake soon found himself without any clue of what this damn password could be. He soon realized though that the phone could be unlocked with a fingerprint and, crossing his left hand's fingers, he pressed his thumb against the phone, unlocking it within seconds.

He repressed a cocky smile and immediately went into Holt's texts. As a popular kid, Holt received tons of texts, and aside from this 'Baby Girl' person, he would rarely answer those.

Jake quickly understood who the baby girl was and started to feel nauseous. Making his way to Holt's Freakstagram, Jackson could trace and know about every date his ex and Holt had had.

The blue boy took a picture everywhere he went. He had been in the Grecian area, in the Russian one, the Himalayan one, everywhere. And in every picture, he was posing with the same blonde girl, who had broken Jake's heart in more ways than one, even though he couldn't help but still find her prettier on every pic she appeared in.

He wouldn't know if it was because he had seen her naked earlier that day, or if it was because she had been sleeping in his arms, just like she used to when they were together. Jackson had no idea, but he cursed himself because his broken heart was still beating for her after all she had done to him.

Let it be, though, if Holt had stolen her from Jake, so could he, but he would play fair, and make Nefera realize who she was dating.