Im sorry I didn't mean to take so long im sneaking back on so this can only be short…im in big trouble with the mother…so bear with me…

Becky's POV

Not like last time with Jack. I would not be so stupid again. I will never put trust in anyone. He's the reason I take fighting classes and he is the reason I walk home at night.

He is to blame for so much. And yet I still love him. I still randomly smell him (AN do you ever get that...you know randomly smell people even when they are nowhere near you?)

We met when I was at a private school in France. He was the opposite of Dan. He had an open grin, not cheeky and boastful. Dan is night, Jack was a bright day. I love him, and I regret the day we met. Because when he left me…the memories were forever there.

People noticed that I changed. The sarcasm grew more frequent. My looks were darker, more hidden.

Jack was most likely the love of my life. And he left. His reason was that he needed to keep me safe.

Safe, may I ask, from what. I was 16. I couldn't understand. Jack was 18. How much danger could he be to me.

Of course there is no use wondering. I saw him a few weeks later on a trip to Paris, clinging to this girl with a look in his eye. A look he gave me. How Dan held onto that girl, just reminded me of Jack and "the other women."

I missed him. His blonde hair. Happy looks. His humour. I would miss the memories now tarnished by the even greater memory of his new girl. Was he a danger to her? Was there even any danger.

Was that just an excuse? To get rid of me and make it sounds as if he was doing a good thing. I couldn't stand day after that. The look of the happy people. I soon realised that walking in the dark would get me in trouble with men. So I took a few lessons. Fat lot of good that did me. Dan got me.

But Dan wasn't like other men. He was something…something else.

But the memory of Jack and our happy times, at school, in the park, taking pictures of us at parties, was a shadow. The memories of the love of my life was a shadow. How sad is that.

I woke up feeling pathetic. I woke up with an unattractive scowl. Of course the first person who walked through my door had to be a handsome, something else Dan. Ooh lucky him. He has the just been shagged look. That was the look Jack had that day. The look so different yet Dan reminds me so much.

That just made me more pissed. I think Dan realised how not in the mood I was he said "would this be a good time to say good morning or should I wait for a time when you're not glaring?"

"I'm sorry is the man who dismissed me for sexy time with his lady, the man who locked me in a room, and the man who is wearing a snarky grin," I took a deep breath "talking to me?"

"I don't know. Point him out to me." He walked in and leaned (not sexily not sexily don't think sexy) against the door. He stood so relaxed. He wasn't going to move. I had to make conversation. Urgh.

So I came went over and leaned to his ear. He looked a bit startled. I was pissed so I took my moment.

"So Sir Dan. How was the sex?"