Hey guys! Autumn1999 asked me how old everyone is, and everyone is 16. Sorry, for some weird reason I thought that I had mentioned that in the story!

Grace's POV

After Kim and I made our appointments with the designer and the painters, we heard keys in the lock. seconds later, Jack and Jerry emerged. They look around the living room happily, then immediately went to the refrigerator to find that nothing was in it.

"What have you girls been doing, other than not getting food?" Jerry asks. "You make me sick. If you want food, than get off of your lazy butt and get some!" Kim snapped.

"Fine, fine, quit being all suckish!" Kim scowled at Jack.

"Just go to your rooms and unpack. Kim, they're not worth your breath." I say, trying to control Kim's temper for her.

"So, where's our rooms. Upstairs?"

"No, Jerry. That whole floor is ours."

"Says who?"

"Says Kim and I. We got here first. You and Jack have the two bedrooms on this floor. We have ground rules that we'll discuss later." I turn my back on the guys and run back upstairs.

I go into Kim's room to find her laying on the ground. "What'cha doing?" I ask. "Hating my life." She murmured. "Don't be so dramatic!" She stuck her tongue out at me. "Meh!" I say.

Kim finally smiles and sits up. We spent the next hour talking and gossiping. After a while, we hear a key in the lock from outside, we go downstairs to see who it was. "Jack? Jerry? When did you leave?" Kim asked, her eyebrows knit. "While you two were having a little girl-fest, We went to the store."

"Shut it!" Kim hissed. "I would, but I want to eat. And you aren't eating unless you apologize." Jack stated in an irritating voice. "I'm sorry," Kim said unconvincingly. "Give me food."

Jack rolled his eyes and put the groceries on the counter. Jerry took a package of chicken nuggets out of one of the bags, got a tray and put the chicken in the oven. "Well, that's all we'll get for dinner." He announced, laying down on the couch. Kim says a comment and then her and Jerry began bickering.

I heard Kim's phone ring from upstairs, so I ran up to get it. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey babe. What's up?" A male voice said. "Well-I, um. Who are you?"

"Huh? What do you mean? I'm your boyfriend, aren't I?" Kim had a secret boyfriend? Whaaaat?

"I'm not who you think I-"

"Last night was great, you filthy little thing."

"I'm not Ki-

"Oh, gotta go. By the way, Happy Anniversary! 4 months. Wow. They flew by. Love you, bye."

When I came downstairs, everyone was watching TV and eating. I fixed my plate and sat in the recliner. "Hey Kim, after we finish eating, can I talk to you?" She nods, her mouth full. A few minutes later me and Kim were in my room.

"So, while you were busy, your phone rang and I picked it up." She nodded. "It was your boyfriend." Kim gasped, then got that look on her face that told me she was lying.

"I tell a lot of my one-night stands I'll be their girlfriend, you know. I get knocked up, I leave." I cross my arms over my chest. "Kim, I know you're lying."

She huffed and looked up at the ceiling. "Grace, I don't want to talk about this. Not now." She leaves the room and walks down the stairs. "If he's just a one-night stand, then why are you making such a big deal out of this?" I yell at her, following her down the stairs.

"I'm not! You are!" She hollers back. "Well, you would too if I lied to you about having a boyfriend!" She storms downstairs, where the boys were playing poker. "By the way, happy 4 months, Kim." She spins on her heel to face me. "So what? You want to know why I didn't tell you? Because if I did, I know you would keep me from seeing other guys!" I was horrified at what she said. How could she be so cruel?

"Excuse me from keeping you from cheating on your boyfriend!" Jack and Jerry finally look up from their game. "Can't you keep this in your rooms?" Jack complained. Kim shot him a poisonous look. "You have a boyfriend?" He asked. "Yes." Kim said hatefully. "And Grace, he's fine with it! He knows that my one-night stands are for one night only and that they mean nothing to me."

"I can't believe you Kim! You're practically a prostitute!" Kim's eyes grew wide and then got a stormy expression that could make the devil envious. "Oh really? I am? I'm not the one who almost got chlamydia!" My eyes filled with tears. She was the only one who knew what my uncle did to me, and now Jack and Jerry are probably going to spread it all over did this in front of them purposefully. They were her audience, and she was a performer.

"How could I help that? I was 12! I didn't ask him to do that to me!" The boys exchanged confused looks and then asked what we were talking about. "Grace's uncle raped her. The filthy little prostitute probably asked him to."

I ran upstairs, not wanting to see Jack and Jerry's reaction. After running up another flight of stairs, I flopped on the rickety old bed, crying my eyes out. My life was over. Every kid in school would pick on me tomorrow, I just know it. After a few minutes I hear a soft knock.

"Go away Kim. I never want to see your ugly face again!" I said, practically screaming. "It's not Kim. It's Jerry. Can I come in?" I wipe away my tears and say yes. "You okay?" He asked gently. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He looked down uncomfortably as he sat down on my bed, causing a loud squeak. "Well, Kim was being a total bi-"

"Jerry, language." I remind him. "Sorry. But I just want you to know that I won't tell a soul. Jack swore he wouldn't either." I mentally debate with myself whether I should believe him or not.

"If you're lying to me, I will make you miserable." Jerry tried his hardest to keep a straight face, but soon cracked a smile. I hit him with a pillow, knocking off the pillowcase to reveal a huge stain. Ew...

"You know, other than the bedrooms, the school must have spent a fortune on these houses." Jerry noticed. "By the way, my revenge on you for the pillow is starting in three..." He stood up. "Two..." He wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up. "One." He literally tossed me in the air and I landed on my bed, and was greeted with a huge creak from the old bed. He flopped next to me, pulling me close. We spent the rest of the night right there, talking.