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Chapter 7: Rejection

She stared blankly at him. Had he really just given her a condition? She had come to him, ready, willing, giving him everything he wanted, and it still wasn't enough.

"You want me don't you?" She spit out with anger.

"More than you could possibly know," he said, "but I want all of you, body, heart and soul."

"And if I can't do that?" She asked quietly. The day's events aside, Scot did have her heart; she wasn't ready to give it again.

"Then forget the whole thing," he shook his head. "I've told you before, I won't be your guy on the side. I don't want to live without you, Julie but I will."

"But, I thought that we could," she whispered, "I mean I want to, with you." She kissed him, moving her hands over his chest.

"Because you love me," he said, "Or because you wonder what it would be like?" She stopped, he had caught her. She looked up at him and swallowed. She couldn't bring herself to out and out lie to him. There were two parts of her, one part loved him, or thought she did, the other part just wanted to see what would happen if she let Dean Portman make love to her. He saw the confusion in her eyes. "You're not the girl I thought you were." He said, she could hear the sadness in his voice. "You're definitely not the girl I met last summer. You're different, he's changed you."

"No," she said emphatically, "I am that girl. I'm still Julie. I love you, I do," she tried to hold him, but he pushed her away. She felt pathetic, disgusting, and awful, but she couldn't stop. "Dean, please." She tried to kiss him, putting her arms around his neck and then kissing it softly. But he held his head away from her so she couldn't reach him.

"Go back to him," he said, he couldn't cry, that was a road he wouldn't go down. He was trying to harden himself. He took his hands and removed her arms from his neck "Maybe you've been right this whole time. We don't belong together. We don't have anything in common, because I would never do this to you. I would never ask you to share me, with any one." He shook his head. "Goodbye Julianne." He wanted to hurt her, and he knew that that would. He turned and walked away from her.

She stood stunned. He was right, of course. She had come here expecting him to want her, and that be enough. She wanted them both, the passion and the safety, the sparks and the warmth. She thought that this was the way to get it. But it wasn't fair to him, and he had told her months ago, when he first came back, that he wanted to be with her, but he wouldn't just fool around, he wouldn't be that guy. Why had she thought she could fool him? He could read her better than anyone. And had she changed? She had come here, perfectly willing to cheat on her boyfriend, a year ago she never would have considered such a thing. She didn't even let Portman feel her up until they had been kissing for months. She hadn't kissed Scot until, well, it took a while. But she had jumped into bed with him fairly quickly. No, she couldn't think like that, she hadn't jumped into bed with him. Yes, she had started sleeping with him, but she didn't count the first time, because it had been so disastrous after, no, every time they had been together it had been right.

"You want a bed for the night?" Joey said quietly, walking up to Julie, "You know, in case you don't want to go back to your boyfriend's boat after making out with your ex." Julie smiled and laughed at herself.

"I'm an idiot," Julie shook her head, "I'm a complete idiot."

"Do you really love them both?" Joey asked.

"I don't know," Julie said, "I know I love Scot. And, don't think I'm a total whore, but I want to know what it's like to sleep with Dean. I mean, he's so good with his hands, and the kissing, the kissing is incredible." She closed her eyes, "It would probably be amazing." She sighed, "I guess it's banished to the realm of what might have been now."

"I hope I am never in this kind of situation," Joey said. But she had a strange feeling that she understood where Julie was coming from.

She had changed. That much he was sure of. The girl he fell for a year ago would not have even shown up at a stranger's house saying she wanted to sleep with him. His Julie got nervous when he kissed her too hard. She was pure and innocent and charming. She blushed when he gave her "that look." He still wasn't sure what the look was, but apparently he got a look on his face when he wanted to kiss her. He sat outside and stared at the creek. Part of him wanted to drown him self in it for being so stupid. Julie had offered herself to him; it was more than he could have asked for. If anything he had expected her to want to get back together, and just make out and be together for a few more months, and then maybe she'd want to sleep with him. But no, she had offered him immediate gratification, he could have her. But that wasn't how he wanted her. He didn't want her for a half hour, in the middle of the night, when she could slip away from her boyfriend. He wanted to be the boyfriend, to spend the night holding her. Or you know doing other things, but he didn't want just one night.

"I was sent out to check on you," Connie sat down next to him. "We were all hoping you wouldn't be here."

"She wanted me Connie," he said quietly, "and I sent her back to him."

"I'm confused," she said, "Julie came here, said you two should get back together, and you told her to go back to Scooter?"

"She didn't want to get back together," he shook his head, "She didn't even want to break up with him."

"You are among the few Dean Portman," Connie smiled, "A girl, no the girl, comes to you, offers you a night of what would more than likely be amazing sex," He rolled his eyes, "Oh, I've seen you two together, you're hot, anyway, a night with no commitment, and you turn her down, because,"

"I'm in love with her Connie," he said, "I don't just want her; I want to be with her."

"I know," she said, "I'm just saying it's rare. But good rare."

"So how's Pacey?" He said, changing the subject.

"Mmm," she smiled and closed her eyes, "Pacey is great, like really great," she giggled.

"So, Guy's out of the picture?" He smiled.

"Definitely," Connie said, she looked at him and put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry Portman."

"Me too," he said, "God, I just hate who she's become."

"You know what you need?" She smiled ruthlessly.

"What do I need?" He said, "And why don't I like that look on your face?" She smirked and shoved him into the water.

"A swim," she laughed. He laughed. "It's good to see you smile."

"What was it this time?" Scot said, sarcastically, as Julie arrived back at the boat, "Couldn't sleep? Abby take off with some twenty five year old married guy?"

"Scot," she said, "please don't."

"I bet I can guess," he said with the kind of anger she had only seen from him one other time, after that first night together, "You went to talk to him didn't you?" She looked at him, and started crying. "Julie, what happened?" He said, the anger disappearing from his face.

"He," she said between sobs, "he didn't want me."

"What?" he said, walking up to her.

"I, I went there," she said, "I kissed him," he looked down at her, "I did, I'm horrible, I know. I went there because he told Abby, he was waiting for me,"

"Julie," Scot said, "what happened?" He repeated, slower this time, trying to keep the anger down.

"I told him I would sleep with him." She said, waiting for him to explode. "But he didn't want me." He looked at her, his eyes wide, and full of hurt. "Scot, say something," he just stared, she starting sobbing uncontrollably. "Please! Say something, yell at me, hit me even, I deserve it! Just react, please!"

"You should go," he said quietly. "I'll um, send your stuff up to you, when I get back to Oyster Bay."

"Scot, I'm sorry," she said quietly, "I'm so, so sorry, but please,"

"Julie," he said, "just go, OK?" She nodded and walked away.

Please don't be too mad at me guys!!!!!!!!