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"Right hand red," I smirked and looked at James. "Looks like I'm reaching over you, Maslow."

James winked at me. "Try not to get too handsy, M&M."

I rolled my eyes. "You wish."

He shook his head. "Just go."

I leaned over him and just barely touched my hand down on the spot. "Twister is fucking painful," I muttered.

James reached under my leg and flicked the spinner. It landed on left hand green. "Don't fall, I'm going over you."

I laughed. "Um, trying to balance here!"

James stretched out his arm and his bicep flexed. Hot damn.

He gingerly went around me and reached the right spot. When I turned to hit the spinner again, his face was mere inches from mine. James licked his bottom lip and brought his face closer to mine. I put my hand on his arm and leaned towards him. He closed his eyes and brought his lips down on mine, and a spark instantly shot through my body.

"James!"

"FUCK!" I screamed as James fell down on top of me, his chest coming down right on mine.

He cringed and lifted himself off. "Sorry, Maya."

I winced and tried to laugh it off. "It's fine, really. Go see what Kendall wants."

James scratched the back of his neck. "Um, Maya...there's something I should really tell you."

"James, get your ass over here!" Kendall called again.

"Seriously, go," I told him.

"I'm sorry about that."

I shrugged. "It's fine. I'm a tough girl."

"Not what I meant," he muttered.

He left me to think about his last comment. Not what I meant? Well just what was he apologizing for? The kiss? Fuck, was I not good enough? I mean, come on, we didn't even get to full on make out, it was just like, a one second kiss. It couldn't have been that bad...

Reyna came into the living room where I was lying on the mat and staring up at the ceiling. "Maya, what's wrong?" she asked quietly.

"James and I kissed, and he apologized," I whispered.

"You what?"

"We kissed, Reyna. And I really liked it. But he said sorry. I'm so confused."

Reyna laid down next to me and rubbed my arm. "I'm sure he's not apologizing because of you. I dunno, just ask him when he comes back."

"Alright," I mumbled.

James and Kendall came back into the living room, James holding his phone to his chest. "Girls, how far are we from Florence?"

Reyna sat up and turned to James. "Um...about half an hour, I think. Why?"

Kendall rolled his eyes. "Because the she-devil is demanding to meet him."

I sat up next to Reyna. "She-devil?"

"Um yeah...Karina, his girlfri-"

James slapped a hand over Kendall's mouth. "Karina's a friend, she just wants me to visit. Catch you guys tomorrow!" James backed out of the room and headed for the front door, with his hand still clamped over Kendall's mouth.

I stood up and ran after them, catching James before he got out the door. "James? Was Kendall about to say girlfriend?"

"What? No. No no no, definitely not."

I crossed my arms and stared at him. "James. Don't lie to me."

Kendall looked frantically back and forth between us. "Jusht tell hwer, Jamesh," he mumbled.

"The fuck?" I whispered.

Kendall gave James a look and he let go of him. "I said: Just tell her, James." He patted James' shoulder and then went to find Reyna.

"Karina's your girlfriend!" I cried, disbelief and anger making my voice rise.

"Well yes," he started. "But I really like you and-"

"No!" I cut him off. "And nothing! You fucking asshole! I knew you would turn out to be like every other fucker I've fallen for. FUCK YOU JAMES MASLOW."

I tried to shove past him, but he got a firm grip on my arm. "Let me go, James," I growled.

"Not until you let me explain," he tried.

"There's nothing to explain. You have a girlfriend and you fucked with my mind. Now let me go or I will scream 'rape' so loud, the neighbors will call the cops. Would you like your ass in jail tonight?"

James sighed and let me go. I ran up the stairs to my room and slammed the door shut. I can't believe he's just like every other one. And just when I was starting to like him.

REYNA'S POV

I heard a door slam and ran to the front of the house with Kendall in tow. I found James at the bottom of the stairs, holding the railing and looking longingly at my sister's room.

I poked his shoulder. "What the fuck did you do?" I demanded.

"Reyna, I...I really hurt your sister. I'm so sorry."

My jaw clenched and my fists balled up in anger. "How?" I snarled.

"I have a girlfriend," he mumbled.

My breathing got faster and I saw red. "Maslow," I said dangerously quiet. "I'm going to rip your dick off and shove it so far up your ass that you'll be able to mouth fuck it until you're 30. Now get the fuck out of my house!" I screamed.

James gave me a sad look and left. I turned around to face Kendall with tears in my eyes. "How could you not tell me?" Kendall reached out to me and I slapped his hand away. "Kendall, I trusted you. I'm your girlfriend, you should have told me. This is my sister we're talking about here. This isn't some show like you guys are on. People's feelings don't get fixed with a song and some flowers!"

"Reyna, I didn't want to tell you before James."

I covered my mouth with my hand to stop myself from crying. "So you let me and my sister believe all the shit that James has said, just for her to crash down to reality later? What the fuck were you thinking? Maya doesn't deserve to be hurt again."

"Reyn, I-"

"Get out." My words hit him like a brick.

"What?"

"Get. Out." I said in a steely voice. "People who can't respect my sister are not welcome in this house. Leave."

"But Reyna, I-"

"Leave, Kendall. Call me when you learn not to keep secrets from your girlfriend."

Kendall's right hand came up to caress my cheek and then he left, taking one last look at our house before shutting the door behind him. I sank down against the door and cried, then realized that I was still wearing Kendall's sweatshirt.

I took it off and inhaled his cologne, trying to hold on to the last connection I had to Kendall Schmidt.

Because I'm probably never going to see him again.

Thanks a lot, James. Fuck you.