Shane's bedroom looked like a bomb had gone off in it. The bed wasn't made, magazines were strewn everywhere and a huge pile of dirty clothing was sat crumpled in the corner.

A huge plasma television took up the majority of one wall and a ridiculously sized stereo system , along with shelve upon shelve of cd's adorned the wall opposite.

Rayanne looked around in amazement. The last time I had been in Shane's old house, he had nothing. She thought to herself.

Now look at them..Major rock-stars with more money than sense.

"So, you like want a drink Teresa?" Asked Shane as he helped himself to a beer from his mini-fridge.

"I don't drink" She replied curtly.

Shane just shrugged and sat on the bed. He patted the spot beside him and gestured that she was to sit with him.

Rayanne made her way over to where Shane was sitting, as she walked she slowly peeled off her halter neck.

Shane lay back onto his pillow and smiled. He was sleepy and it was good to see breasts moving towards him.

Shane lazily undid his belt and fumbled with his jeans buttons. He was extremely clumsy due to the amount of alcohol he'd consumed.

"Baby , you think you can get these damn jeans off for me?" He asked.

"Anything you want" replied Rayanne. She gently tugged at his jeans and before she could get them past his knees, she heard a deep snoring coming from Shane's mouth.

Shane had passed out. Rayanne looked at him and smiled. He was snoring his head off, dumb grin on his face, with his jeans halfway down to his knees.

She pulled his jeans off and he rolled over hugging one of his pillows. Rayanne threw a duvet over him and sat on the edge of his bed, deep in thought about her next move.

Jordan had finished his shower and was in his living room. He grabbed the remote control and jumped onto his sofa.

Wearing just a towel, he stretched out onto the sofa and turned the tv volume up. The last thing he wanted to hear, was the possibility of Shane having sex.

Jordan opened a beer and was watching a music channel. He smiled as one of his band's videos was playing.

He didn't hear Shane's bedroom door open.

"Jordan, I gotta say..You look fuckin good on TV" he spoke aloud , smiling broadly.

"You always look good"

Jordan jumped when he heard an answer that never emitted from his mouth and turned to see where and who the voice came from..

Rayanne stood there, When hers and Jordan's eyes met she smiled sweetly at him.

"Graff?" Jordan sat up, shocked at who was standing in front of him.

"Yo Catalano, I guess I should congratulate you on your success"

Rayanne walked towards Jordan and sat in an armchair directly opposite him.

"What the hell are you doing here? Where's Shane..Why the fuck did he bring you home?" Jordan was confused and a little outraged that Shane had dared to bring Graff of all people back to their home.

"Now that's a long story" Laughed Rayanne.

"The dude is wasted and he thinks my name is Teresa"

Jordan glared and stood up. " Well whatever..Call yourself whatever the fuck you want I don't care. I just don't want you here.."

Rayanne looked at Jordan in his towel. Over the last two years, Jordan had become finer looking. She looked him up and down and then bowed her head to the floor.

"I'm sorry about all that happened back at school. A lot has happened, I've changed and we're all a lot more mature now"

Jordan nodded, he had to agree with her and act in a mature way around her. They both made a mistake years ago and there was no reason why he couldn't be civil. He still felt awkward in her presence, but he wasn't about to run from his own house.

"Ok, Graff. I'm not happy that you're like here..but, now you are you may as well grab a beer. Tell me what you've like..been doing or whatever"

"I don't drink now Jordan" She replied. She had lied of course, but if her plan was to work she needed to have a straight head.

"Oh that's cool you don't drink no more" he replied. Relaxing a little. She was less dangerous when sober, he thought.

"Is it ok if I get a coffee? I'll get you another beer while I'm out there.." She asked.

"Yea sure, help yourself" He answered.

Rayanne headed into the kitchen and poured a coffee for herself. She then got a beer for Jordan and opened it. She peered out of the door to make sure Jordan wasn't looking, and then reached into her purse.

She crumbled a sedative into his beer and smirked.

She hadn't forgotten how Jordan made her lose her best friend. She hadn't forgotten how Angela had deserted her two years ago in favour of some guy.

She had spent the last Two years at rock bottom. She had debt collectors chasing her, drug dealers she couldn't pay and she was living out of her suitcase.

She detested the fact that Jordan and Angela were still together, She was jealous that Jordan was rich and famous.

"Catalano and Chase..It's payback" She snarled under her breath.