"Uh...what?"

She rolled her eyes again. "I know you were out with Connor."

I chuckled nervously. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

I ran a hand through my hair nervously as I headed into the living room. How on earth did she find out?. But I was pretty sure the more I denied it, the less likely she was to believe it. Well, that was the plan anyway.

"Don't bullshit me Grace. Did you really think I wouldn't find out?!" She exclaimed, following me into the room.

I turned to face her, crossing my arms as I did. "I seriously don't know what you're talking about Camille."

She laughed bitterly. "I can't believe you're still denying this. I had my friends cop follow you, Grace. He told her and she told me that you were out with some gorgeous guy, it wasn't hard to figure out who it was. Now that we've covered that subject, why did you lie to me in the first place?"

"What would you have done if I did tell you? Huh? We both know you would have flipped the fuck out." I sighed.

"I have a good reason to!" She yelled. "You're seeing my ex-boyfriends twin brother. This is a good a reason as any to flip-out!"

"He wasn't even your boyfriend Camille!" I shouted back.

She nodded and crossed her arms, pouting slightly. "You're right. He fucked me and then left me. Which makes this thing even more worse."

"You got yourself into that." I snapped, feeling a load of relief as I did. The first time she was the victim, but the times after that she brought it on herself.

"You know, I was actually going to let you out of our 'deal' tonight. I was gonna talk to you about it before you left, but now I think the plan is back on." She said, smirking slightly.

I narrowed my eyes in disbelief. "What? The 'plan' is off, Camille. I told you before and I'll tell you again...I'm done."

She smiled and tilted her head. "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Well, how do you think your Irish boyfriend would feel if he found out his girlfriend was a minor?"

"You wouldn't." I pleaded.

She shrugged. "Why not? I've got nothing to lose. But you? You've got him to lose."

"Actually I don't. We're not even dating, this was like a trial. I don't care if you tell him, knock yourself out." I lied.

"Oh please, it's so obvious you like this guy. But do you really think he'll still like you when he finds out why you guys met?" She questioned.

I sighed. "Why are you doing this Camille?"

"Because we both started this plan so now we're both going to finish it. The 'plan' is back on, unless you want little Connor to find out that he was only being used all this time."

My eyes widened in disbelief. Of all the mean things Camille had done in her life, this had to be one of the worst. And suddenly what Connor had told me earlier started to make sense. She didn't care about me, she only cared about her. This was her revenge-plan, not mine. But despite what I was telling myself, I really did like Connor. So there was really only one option.

"Fine."

She smiled, sighing in relief. "Good girl. Now, how did your date go?"

"You know I'm pretty tired so I'm gonna head up." I told her, attempting to hold back the angry-tears. "I'll let you know tomorrow."

"Alright, night Gracie."

"Goodnight Camille." I sighed before heading up into my room.

~...~...~...~...~...~

"Please god let me deck your sister." Jade begged as we headed down the street.

She only lived a few houses down from me, so we were both able to walk home together. And I'd told her everything that had happened; The 'trial', the make-out - and what happened when I got home. Her response was nothing less than what I expected.

"I wish you would, but then she'd get our dad to sue you or something or get you done for assault and I love you too much to see you thrown into prison." I replied, shrugging slightly.

"I'm serious Gracie, it's not right for her to do this to you. You need to stand up for yourself."

I sighed. "I did Jade, and look where it got me. She has everything to screw me over, and to be fair to her we did start this thing together."

Jade suddenly stopped and gripped my forearms, turning me so that I was facing her.

"Don't you dare."

"Don't I dare what?" I questioned, my eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Don't do that. That thing where you think over something so much that you forget it's bad, you always seem to find some way to blame yourself, to make yourself feel guilty. None of this is your fault, okay? All of this is on Camille. And I swear that I'm gonna make it my main priority to figure out a way to get you out. A way that means you can keep the guy and get rid of the sister, while keeping yourself sane." She promised, resting her hands on my shoulders.

"Good luck with that." I muttered, smiling slightly.

She rolled her eyes. "Look Grace, you're always there for people, but no one's ever there for you - not even your sister. But I am, and I won't give up until I figure out a way to help you."

I smiled and nodded. "Thanks Jade, you're a good friend."

She shrugged. "I know. Hey, were soul-mates remember? We'd kill for each other."

In response, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug. She wrapped hers around my waist.

"Thank you."

~...~...~...~...~...~

I walked into McGinty's again, but this time feeling worse than the last few times.

Before coming out, I'd gotten a lovely little pep-talk from Camille. Her speech included multiple use of 'you better do it right' and 'if you don't he'll know all about it'. I'd never hated my sister more than I had in that moment. I didn't think she'd actually do it to me. But I should've seen it coming, she'd done it to nearly everyone she knew. Blackmailed them in some form or another. But we were sisters. And I was dumb enough to think it meant a lot more to her. But apparently I was wrong, and now I was in way too deep.

Sure Jade would do everything possible to help me, to try and get me out of it. But I knew she wouldn't be able to. Once Camille thought of something, she wouldn't let it go until it was done.

"Well, look who turned up!" A familiar voice exclaimed.

Despite my slightly downed feeling, I didn't have to fake a smile. Seeing the boys somehow made me feel better.

"Hi Rocco." I greeted, climbing up into the seat on his right.

"It's been a long time Gracie." He said, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

"It's been two days, and you're drunk." I told him, smiling in amusement.

"It's not 'is fault lass," Murphy threw in. "We bet 'im he couldn' down 10 shots in 30 secon's."

"I sure showed 'em Gracie." He slurred.

"I'll bet." I laughed, rolling my eyes slightly.

"So, somethin' tells me ye not jus' 'ere ta talk ta us." Murphy said knowingly.

I smiled sheepishly but nodded. "You're smarter than you look. So, where is this brother of yours?"

"Behin' ye lass." A familiar voice said.

I smiled again as two hands lightly gripped my waist, slowly spinning me around on the stool.

"Hi Connor."

He nodded in greeting and wrapped his arms around my waist. While I once again placed my hands on his shoulders.

"So ye did make an appearance."

"I did."

"Glad ye coul' make et."

"Me too."

"Ye two are fuckin' adorable." Murphy remarked from behind me.

Connor rolled his eyes. "Oh fuck ye! Ye jus' jealous I'm the one datin' 'er."

"Hey!" I exclaimed, lightly tapping his cheek. "We are not dating."

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head as Rocco and Murphy's laughter reached my ears.

"She jus' told ye dear brother!"

"That was classic."

"Oh fuck ye both."

I smiled in amusement as their laughs grew louder, causing Connor to look even more pissed - and slightly embarrassed.

"What's wrong Connor? Ego a little bruised?" I teased, smirking slightly.

"Dat's jus' not fair lass. It's bad enough dey're teasin' me, I don' need it from ye too." He said, shaking his head.

Feeling a little sympathetic, I moved my arms behind his neck and laced my fingers together, tugging him even closer.

"Wanna give them something to talk about?" I smiled innocently, titling my head.

He smirked slightly and his eyes flickered behind me, probably to his brother or Rocco.

"Ye sure 'bout dat? Dey won' leave ye alone if ye do." He warned.

I shrugged. "I have a feeling they're going to tease me even if I don't. I mean c'mon, I'm 'trialling' you. The teasing jerk-offs behind me are kind of part of the package."

He chuckled. "Still refusin' ta believe we're datin'?"

"I'm getting there." I said. "So, you wanna do it or are you gonna be a chicken about it?"

"Eh lass," Murphy called. I turned my head to look back at him. "If me brother won' do what ye wan', I'd be happy ta do it for 'im."

"I second that!" Rocco exclaimed, downing yet another shot.

"Give him a countdown boys." I replied, turning back to face Connor.

"Five..."

"Yes sure ye wanna do this Gracie?" Connor asked.

"Four..."

"Wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't want to."

"Three..."

"I can' be responsible for me actions lass."

"Two..."

"Don't care."

"One..."

"Oh fuck et."

I smiled in triumph as he smashed his lips against mine, running a hand through my hair and getting a good grip. The cheers and laughs of most of the bars occupants were all I could hear. Well, I could also hear my heart pounding too if I concentrated hard enough.

My hands remained on the back of his neck, but his seemed to wander nearly everywhere. One second they were on my waist, the next on my thighs. He couldn't seem to stop moving them around - not that I was complaining of course. He soon finally let the stop on my knees, but only to lift and part my legs, allowing him room to move in between them. Instantly my legs locked around his waist, moving him so close there wasn't even an inch between us.

"Connor." I managed to get out.

He moved his actions down to my neck, choosing to torment me from that spot instead. "Hmm?"

"I think they have enough for one night." I sighed, running my right hand into his hair.

"Aye, but I don'." He muttered, nipping at my skin.

"Can't you just use your right hand again?"

He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against mine.

"Now, 'ow can I let ye go when ye say stuff like dat?" He questioned before going back in.

I smiled slightly, biting down on my bottom lip. "C'mon Connor, why don't you just have a drink or something?"

Now don't get me wrong, I was more than enjoying the affection from him. But I knew the longer he went on, the more my self-control began to waver. And considering the circumstances with Camille's plan being back in action, I knew my guilt-ridden mind wouldn't be able to handle it.

"I 'ave lass, righ' before ye came in."

He pulled back again and looked down at me, and I knew exactly what he wanted.

"Come ta me place lass."

My eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. "You mean Rocco's?"

He shook his head. "Nope, yer not dat girl. If ye gonna go anywhere wit me, it's back to mine and Murphy's."

This was it. Camille's plan would go amazingly well if I knew exactly where they lived. She could trash their apartment or something, take her revenge out on their belongings. But the more I thought about it, the guiltier I became. All I wanted was for the plan to be over, but I knew it wouldn't happen.

"I don't know." I sighed, averting my eyes to the bar-top.

"C'mon Gracie," He groaned, pulling my gaze back to his. "I won' make ye do anythin' ye don' want ta."

"It's not that."

"Den what?"

"It's not you I don't trust, it's me." I admitted, shrugging.

His eyes narrowed slightly. "What d'ye mean lass?"

"I don't trust myself to not do something that I'll regret in the morning - not that I would regret doing that with you. But it's been a while, and I doubt my mind would be able to handle that."

It wasn't a complete lie to be fair, fucking him now could be a huge mistake, considering how many of my sisters mistakes started this way. If Connor wanted it that bad, then he'd wait for it.

"A'right." He sighed, moving back a bit further.

I inwardly screamed in disappointment. I'd almost seen it coming, I wouldn't have sex with him so he'd stop whatever was going on with us. It was plain fact; always had been, would be, and will be.

"Murphy!" He called.

I turned my head to face Murphy, curious as to what Connor wanted from him.

"Aye?"

"I'm headin' back."

A smirk instantly appeared on Murphy's face. "Really now?"

"Aye."

I turned back around to face Connor, still confused as hell. "What?"

He shrugged. "I'm takin' ye back wit me. An' I swear lass I won' let ye do somethin' ye don' wanna do."

I laughed in disbelief and shook my head to myself, earning a confused look from him.

"You a'right Gracie?"

I said nothing, instead gripping his shoulders and yanking him back to me. Sure it was leading him on, but his answer had both relieved and surprised me. Plus he didn't seem to mind the random act, if anything he got pretty into it - again.

"What was dat fer?" He asked as I pulled back.

"I don't know, just thought you deserved it is all." I shrugged, hopping down from the bar-stool.

He nodded - more to himself - and smirked slightly, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "Well den, let's get goin'."

I nodded and placed my own arm around his waist, feeling slightly giddy as we exited the bar.

Author's Note:

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