A/N this is a shorter chapter, but it really fits I think. If you look in my profile you will get links for pictures on how I see Angela and Jordan in this story...

"You had sex," Sharon exclaimed to me at lunch. We had just been seated and the waiter had just walked away when she said it.

I felt my face go red, and I looked down at my menu, "I have no idea what you're talking about," I mutter, "So what's good here?" I said trying to change the subject.

She pulls the menu out of my hands, "No Angela, I know you, and you had sex," she's looking at me in her Sharon way. I could not keep secrets from her, maybe because we had known each other since birth, we were each other's Maid of Honors, and we had this connection. "You and the ex didn't, did you, because I would have to hurt you."

"No," I simply say.

"So who then?" she asks.

"No one, just drop it." I say and snatch my menu back out of her hands.

"No way Ang, I am a boring married woman with one child and another on it's way, just give me something to live vicariously through."

I let out large breath, and leaned closer to her, "Fine, I had sex," I admit.

"With who?"

"My new neighbor," I mutter, not meeting her eyes.

"What! How?" She practically screeched.

"You're the baby machine you think you would know how," I say to her.

"Come on, seriously, you know what I mean."

I knew I wasn't going to get off easily, and if I didn't give her details she would pester me until I did, "I went upstairs to complain about some noise."

"You just had sex with him, a complete stranger."

"No," I exclaimed, realizing how bad she was making it out to be, I didn't know if the truth was better or worse.

"But you just said."

"It was Jordan," I whisper, "Jordan Catalano is my neighbor."

"Really, he's your neighbor, and you two, you know," her eyes were as wide as saucers, I think I actually shocked her this time.

"Yes," I exclaim.

"Oh my god, was it like all sweet and romantic?" she asks, she has the annoyingly sweet smile on her lips, that smile that makes me think she lives in some weird suburban fairy tale, which she does.

"No, it was dirty, it was dirty sex in his kitchen and then dirtier sex numerous times on his huge white bed," I tell her

"Oh my god Ang, I can't believe this."

I shake my head, and run my hands through my hair. "You can't believe it, how do you think I feel."

"Pretty damn good I would imagine," she giggles, knowing that I hadn't had sex in almost a year.

"Ok yes."

"Are you going to see him again?" she asks.

"He's my neighbor." She rolled her eyes, "Yes, he invited me to dinner at 7," I tell her.

"Well you know what that means," she says with a new glimmer of happiness in her eyes.

"No what?" I ask, scared of what she's going to say.

"Shopping for an outfit for you."

"I don't need a new clothes for this."

"Hello, it's Jordan, of course you do, you were devastated when he left."

"Was not." I lied. I was devastated when he left, mostly because it took me a few days to even realize he was gone. We had that huge fight in his car after I found out Brian wrote me the letter, and then he stopped coming to class, I would see his car in the parking lot occasionally, but then eventually it wasn't there either, it was Rayanne who told me that he and his friend Shane left town.

"Ummm you dated Brian afterwards, hello," Sharon says bringing me back to reality.

"It was one date," I reminded her, "One very bad date."

Jordan's POV

"Would you stop it man," Shane snapped at me.

"What?" I ask, not really sure what the hell he is talking about.

"Practically eating your hand." I look down and realized I am in fact chewing on the end of my thumb and I shove both my hands into my jean pockets.

"What is with you today?" he asks, looking seriously pissed at me. Mostly because I've been distracted all afternoon, all I can think about is Angela, and not just the incredible sex. I keep seeing her sleeping, all soft and beautiful, like an Angel.

I look at Shane, and I debated for a moment whether I should tell him or not. He is my best friend, practically my brother. I have to tell him. "Do you remember my girlfriend in high school?" I ask.

"Which one, you had numerous," he says with a raise of a black eyebrow.

"Not the hookups, you know girlfriend." I say.

"Oh Jesus Jordan," he shakes his head, "Not her again, why are we talking about her after all these years?"

I shrug my shoulders, and now I wonder if I should tell him. He is Shane, and I hated keeping this to myself, I had to find some perspective.

"Fine," he says "What is it?"

"I saw her." I say casually, waiting to see his reaction before I elaborate.

"You saw her, you saw Angela, where?" he asks.

"She sort of moved into the apartment below me." I say as I start biting my thumb again.

Shane cocked his head to one side, and then he was staring at me, a little too intently. "So fuck her and dump her," he says, which is a typical Shane thing to say.

I didn't say anything, but I found I couldn't look at him now. "So you fucked her already?" he asks.

"No," I lied.

He laughed, "Liar, so was it as good as it was in the boiler room at Liberty."

"We never had sex back then," I confess.

"You cried over a chick you never got to fuck, what is it with you and her?"

I shrugged again, not knowing how to explain it all to him.

"So was it any good?" he asks.

"Mind blowing."