A/N: Thank you all for your supportive reviews, mizskitles220, Curley-Q, lillitgirlx2, JustPeachy123, ShaolinQueen, and kathi-ryn. Although I'm a little disappointed with the number of reviews, I thank you guys so much for your reviews. What makes me annoyed is that people will put my story on alert or on their favorites, but won't review. What up with that? I apologize, one for the rant and two, I probably won't be updating too much because I have to write a 5 PAGE REPORT. Ughhh, I hate teachers.

WARNING RATED M

Disclaimer: Silly goose, If you think I owned Jess I would be writing this story about him or Rory? Silly, delusional people. I don't own anything.

I have just woken up. The blaring red letters on my digital clock on my bedside table tells me that it's two in the morning. I'm a little disoriented and I can't figure out why my pillow is so hard all of a sudden. Then, everything comes back to me and I remember what happened the day before. I went to work. I went to school. I went home.

I was raped. By Paul, my step dad Paul. Geez, it was worse than things I'd seen on Jerry Springer. And then Jess came over, acting like a night in shining amour, my night in shining Armour to be more specific. But that was the thing, he wasn't mine. He wasn't really any body's,I mean, he wasn't a virgin but he'd never really had a girlfriend before. He was more a one-night stand kind of guy. Even though he could have any girl in the school, he declined whenever he was asked out, which happened quite often. And every time a pretty girl would come over and flirt with him blatantly in front of me.

It made me want to gouge her eyes out.

But Jess would ignore the girl completely and walk me to class. I couldn't help but take pleasure in the envy that entered their eyes, the hatred, the shock. They looked completely baffled when Jess came over to me, the virgin girl, and ignore them. They had the same look when they were asked to solve an equation in math.

But I wasn't a virgin girl anymore, I wasn't as innocent. Would Jess still treat me the same? Would he still act as if I was above the girls in my school, even though I was no longer virginal?

God, I hoped so.

I feel his even breathing beneath me, his chest moving beneath my head. I hear the steady beating of his heart, the gentle thumping beating against my ear drum. I listen intently to the sound, savoring it. I realize that I'm still naked, and blush slightly. What did I have to be embarrassed about though? He'd seen me in my weakest state, my most humiliating time.

I make an attempt to move anyway, as to get some clothes to cover myself, but as I move to get up, I feel his arms tighten unconsciously around my body, keeping me tight to him, as if to protect me. I look up at his face to check if he was still asleep. He was, but his brow was furrowed and his lower lip was formed in a pout from my trying to escape. I let out a giggle before I can stop in and burrow my face in his shirt covered chest to smother it. He squirms a little and there is a short break in his even snoring before his body relaxes into the bed again and continues to snore quietly. As much as many people were annoyed by snoring, I found his snore cute. I didn't know why, it wasn't loud and obnoxious like Paul's–I wince at the name–but just a quiet little noise that she found adorable.

He continues to sleep, looking quite peaceful, as I sneak a peek at the clock, it's now 2:40 AM, but I'm not tired enough to fall asleep yet, so I take this time to study his face.

His brow has unfurled and he has a peaceful expression on his olive toned face. Almost like a child's face, so innocent in sleep, and so fierce when awake. His nose is centered perfectly, a slight bump is the only thing marring his perfect face. His nose was probably the most unflattering feature of his face, but not so much that it was ugly, only a slight fault. He never seemed to mind. I look at his closed eyes, the warm chocolate irises obscured from my vision, his long lashes unmoving. Next I look at his cheeks, his strong cheekbones prominent under the dark skin. His jaw, also well pronounced, was unclenched in his sleep, unlike during the day where he would clench it and unclench his jaw. Especially when he was mad.

He was cute when he was mad, his nostrils would flare and his usually warm eyes would take on a cold front, fire being shown in them when arguing. His jaw would clench tightly, as would his fists and a low rumble would erupt from his chest, almost a growl.

I giggled again.

I finally move down to my favorite part, his lips. They're full and a pale red and oh so soft. Well, I didn't actually know that they were soft but they sure did look like it. They were slightly plump, a natural feature that had girls making goo goo eyes at him, begging to be kissed by the perfect lips.

Again, I wanted to rip their goo goo eyes right out, while the guy of the school wanted to rip his lips off for getting those looks.

Because of this, and Jess's smart mouth, he only had a few friends. Me, his best friend, and Tristen Dugrey. Tristen was nice, but a slight pig. He was, as well as Jess, hated for his looks by guys and loved for them by girls. He had a different look to him than Jess. Jess was dark and mysterious, automatically labeling him as sexy.

Tristen was a blond haired, blue eyed Adonis. He had a cocky attitude and was flirtatious. Seriously, he hit on anything with legs and a skirt. He used to call me 'Mary,' before Jess told him to cut it out. Tristen responded by saying that he could call me whatever the hell I want, to which Jess responded by punching him in the face. They got in a huge fight and were both suspended, so the rest of the day they hung out in a club and drank beer together.

And a beautiful friendship is formed.

I hated Tristen in the beginning, but I was okay with him now. Now 'Mary' was more like an endearment than an insult. Although I could do without the sexual innuendos he slipped every now and then when Jess wasn't around. Most of the time Jess heard him when Tristen thought he was out of earshot and in return Jess would slap him upside the head.

It's now 3 AM and I'm exhausted from my musings. With a final sigh, I fall into a deep sleep.

A/N: So, here is chapter 3. Hope you liked it. Next chapter is going to be the same thing in Jess's point of view. IMPORTANT NOTE Tristen will NOT cause an interference between Jess and Rory. He's a good guy, so don't hate him. Somebody might drive a wedge between them later, but not Tristen. I have a few things in mind. Review and you'll find out!! Next chapter will be up later tonight of tomorrow, promise! REVIEW!