James lifted his hands up in mock surrender
"I'm not anyones girl Bruce, so shut up." I say, sick of James and Bruce fighting like children. I walk of, slamming the door behind meeverything got to be so complicated? I continue storming to my room, then open my door. I turn the T.V on, though much isn't on at 2:30 in the morning. Still in a sulk, I turn it off then hear a knock on my door. James's face appears, looking solemn, I close the door on him but he puts his foot between the door.

"I just want to talk," James pleads. I sigh with some impatience, but let him in.
"What to do you want?" I hiss at him. I really can't be bothered for any excuses and for him to confuse my feelings again.
" look, I've still got feelings for you Johanna. I would ignore them and move on but I think you know that I know that it's not history between us." He says, getting closer to me.
I shake my head but don't look him in the eyes.
"Your living in a fantasy world James, get over yourself," I say, twitching uncomfortably.
James smirks, moving even closer.
"You deny it when looking in my eyes," he whispers. I find that I can't deny it, I can't look into his sapphire eyes and say there are no feelings.
"The thing is James, is that as soon as you say that I know next week you will move onto someone else." I say, now looking into his eyes. He shakes his head
"I wouldn't do that.."
"Bet you said that to Kerry as well," I say with some acid.
He steps closer, a confident smile on his face, then lowers his head and his lips kiss mine. Even though he tastes of alcohol, fireworks are going off in my brain. Still kissing, he lifts me up and leans me gently on the bed. Then I forgot everything, what just happened, Bruce and our past- and my mind is focuses just on our kisses.

The morning after

I wake up with a slight headache, and see James lying on my bed naked. I inwardly groan. Did I seriously just have sex with the guy I was supposed to hate? James eyes open and look into my eyes- then ,they widen.
" did I seriously just lose my virginity to Johanna Ribble?" He asks, looking very tired and hungover.
"Yeah you did and so did I" I grumble. I wanted my first time to be special and planned, not with a guy who will probably dump me in a week at 16 years old. Well,16 in three weeks...
"It was your first time" James says, clearly surprised.
"I'm not a slut James" I snap, just as Bruce opens the door...