Arrrgh, late update. I'm sorry. I was really trying to get this chapter up quick, because I was eager to write it. But I kept getting stuck, and re doing and re doing and re thinking and re thinking. It was really annoying. But I finally sat down, listened to some music and finished what I kept trying to start again. This chapter might catch you off guard, or maybe not. The next chapter will be up sooner, promise. I'll try for this Sunday, if not Monday. Anyways, I love you all and I hope you enjoy!

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Alright, alright, alright.

In my mind, I was trying to convince myself that everything was completely okay.

But, let's emphasize the predicate verb; was trying.

Everything was wrong. I walked away from a Greek-God oh to many times, I just made out with a stranger in front of my own personal crowd, my heart was torn, and I was sinning – two of the deadliest – envy and lust.

Help me!

As the screaming continued in my mind, I furiously jerked my head back against the cloth car seat.

I noticed that the volume of the radio decreased as Sasha reached over and turned the dial. "Look," She began after the music was no longer hearable, "There's obviously tons of things that are going on that I have absolutely no clue about. And honestly, I don't like that. I'm always, always, always on top of everything. Now I'm with the bottom feeders." Her view turned on me, and I was quite worried that her eyes should've been on the road. "Can you please, please tell me what's going on?" She said that quick and then turned back her attention back to the road; I sighed in relief.

The blackness of night blanketed over everything. My head throbbed from thinking, and I wasn't in shape for anything else. And yet, I was on my way to a party. Yippy for me.

I collapsed my face into my hands and heaved each breath dramatically. My words mumbled as began to talk, "Instead of sugar coating everything, I'll just give it to you straight up."

"Please do." She pleaded.

With another heavy sigh I lifted my head and stared straight ahead.

I made the shortest possible explanation/play-by-play. It's a mystery that she even could comprehend everything in the slightest because I was talking with a blur; my words jumping out at every thought and flowing at a fast pace. I told her about everything that went on between Dougie and I; the fights, the kiss, and me climbing out on his roof. Everything detail I remembered I had explained to her.

After I was done, Sasha just made faces and tapped her steering wheel as she continued to drive.

"Alright." She finally said, trying to comprehend everything. "Wow, um. Yeah."

"So, you understand my dilemma?"

She nodded carefully, "Kind of, but I'll get it."

I closed my eyes, "I have no idea of what I'm going to do. I'll probably just end up doing nothing."

"No, no." Sasha held up her left hand. "You need to do something. You can't just let these feelings be hidden. Obviously, they are what you've been searching for all this time."

"Yeah but …" I shrugged, "They don't matter. He's moved on, and I'm guessing he got the same expression with me. When, um." I gulped, "Zach kissed me." Whoa, that took a lot to say.

A sarcastic laugh escaped her, "Hun, honestly." She shook her head disbelieving, "You actually believe everything's over?" She turned to look at me and I hesitantly nodded.

"Well yeah, what else am I supposed to believe?"

I heard her laugh once more, "You two are acting like you're supposed to."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Just listen," She began again, "This is like a game; Dougie is trying to make you jealous. He thinks that it will help you realize your feelings. And, maybe you can't see it, but you're doing the same with Zach."

"Am not." I crossed my arms to my chest and started pouting. "I'd never do that, and Zach was the one who kissed me. I am completely unaware of this whole little 'game.' As far as I can comprehend, Doug is with Kirsten because he has feelings towards her." My voice slummed, "And she's smart enough to tell him her feelings back."

"Well, love, you can't comprehend much then." Sasha giggled.

"Whatever." I glared at her then looked back at the road. "I just need to know what I'm going to do about everything. What am going to tell Zach?!" My breath tempo increased, "It's not like I like him. Why did he even do that?"

Sasha shrugged, "Who knows? Zach's even more of a mystery then Dougie."

"I guess I can just ignore him."

"Yeah, because that's just so mature." The sarcasm was very relevant in her tone of voice.

"Just confront him, and ask him."

I suppose that would be the best way to settle everything.

Instead of answering to her suggestion, I just shrugged.

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Hard waves of bass thumped through my chest.

My body rubbed against others as I swerved through the tightly packed room.

I growled at a couple that was grinding each other right in front of me. "Holy hell, can you like move, please?"

Both of them gave me a glare and moved.

"Thanks." I muttered sarcastically.

I continued to weave through the crowd, searching for someone, anyone really. When I entered the kitchen Sasha was propped up on the counter, surrounded by a crowd.

"Having fun?" She asked as I walked up to her.

My smile was nothing but fake when I answered, "Oh yeah, loads."

Sasha hopped down from the counter and walked me away from her crowd.

"Just loosen up, okay?"

I crossed my arms.

She continued, "Did you talk to Zach yet?"

"That'd be a negative." I chuckled sarcastically.

"You should do that."

"Mm, I really shouldn't."

Her tone turned aggravated, "Maycee, come on. Just do it. Talk to Zach and set aside that problem, and then go have some fun."

I sighed, "Look, I really just want to go home."

"Yeah but," She started to whine, "I don't want to go home yet. Just go do something for a bit, and then we can go. Alright?"

"Fine."

She smiled and then walked back to her crowd. I turned on my heel and walked back towards the bass booming room.

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On my tippy toes, I continued my search for the jet black shaggy head.

Finally, I spotted it.

With a deep breath I walked up to Zach and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey."

"Yo." He greeted when he turned to face me. His face was expressionless. Not shock, uneasiness, humility or anything showed on his face.

Either he was an emotion hiding Houdini, or he has a terrible memory.

My cheeks grew warm and I started to sway back and forth, "Can I talk to you?"

"Uh." He wandered his eyes around the room, froze at something, and then moved his eyes back to mine. "Yeah, I guess."

I narrowed my eyebrows from confusion then shook it off and started to lead him to a quieter corner. "Look," I started when we were just about five inches apart, "Why did you do, what you did?"

He cocked an eye brow and crossed his arms, "What are you talking about?"

"Are you kidding me?" My mouth dropped. "What do you mean 'what are you talking about?' You know exactly what I'm talking about." I'm pretty sure that I was just about yelling, but the music seemed to be doing a good job at muffling the sound because no one was paying attention to us.

A laugh escaped him, and I knew, then, that he was playing around with me.

"Stop laughing!" I screeched.

He still continued to laugh, "Chill Maycee."

"I will not chill until you tell me why you groped me like you did."

Anyone else notice that they're has been a lot of groping going on? Grope, that's a pretty fun word to use in sentences. That's why I refer physical interaction to grope, because; I really just like the word.

… Anyways …

"Did you like it?" He smirked.

"What?" I yelled.

Zach repeated, "Did you like it?"

"Why does that matter?"

"Just answer the question Maycee."

I hugged myself insecurely. "It was alright, I guess?" My shoulders shrugged.

A smirk emerged on his face after I answered.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

The smirk stayed on his face. "Absolutely nothing, I just wanted to know."

My temper was flaring, "You're such a douche!"

He simply just shrugged, "A douche that you snogged, and you loved it."

"I did not say that I loved it!"

He shrugged again, "You implied it."

I shook my head and shut my eyes tight. "Can you just tell me why you did it?" I breathed out.

When I opened my eyes he stared at me.

"Um, nope."

"What? Why not?"

He started to walk away, so I followed after him, "Hey!" I shouted.

I heard him chuckle, "Just let it go."

"Why can't you just tell me?" Zach stopped in the middle of the room and turned towards me, with a sly smile on his face. With narrowed eyes, I stomped up to him and waited. "Well?" I urged impatiently.

The bass continued to rumbled through my chest as I focused on his face. His eyes left mine and looked toward and different direction. "What the hell are you looking at, I'm trying to talk to you ass face." I turned my body so that I could follow his gaze. But before I could focus on anything two warm hands gripped my shoulders and pulled my body into theirs.

A bit dizzy, I looked surprisingly up at Zach. He was grinning down at me and before I could say – or stop – anything his lips crashed hard onto mine.

I tried to bring my fist up to beat him, but his strong grip was hard to break. He pulled me tighter to his chest and I roughly pulled my lips from his, causing my head to fly back.

Even though my eyes beamed into his, filled with anger, he completely ignored my emotions and started to push me backwards. I stumbled as my legs tried to keep balance. Zach only took this as an advantage; he had total control as I used him as my supporter.

"What are you doing?" I growled through my clenched teeth.

A low husky laugh escaped him.

"Za-"

His lips abruptly on mine broke my protest.

My body suddenly slammed against the wall furiously. I moaned, in pain, into his mouth. I could feel the grin break on his lips. The space between us was quickly closed when his warm body pressed heavily on mine.

It felt like he was trying to push us through the wall.

This wasn't what I wanted. But I could do nothing.

His weight barricaded me onto him and his arms fastened themselves on me like a straight jacket.

His warm, smooth lips caressed mine. He was in control of everything.

My lips did nothing but follow the movements of his.

I needed him off me. This didn't feel right … It felt good, but not right.

With a hard pulse, I jerked my knee up – trying to hit him in his jewels.

A second after my leg arched I felt his warm hand start caressing my thigh and jerking it down. My breath caught at the contact, and again I felt him grin. I groaned.

His hand was still on my bare thigh, he started to rub his thumb traced circles on my skin.

I could feel my pulse jolt and my breathing quickened even more.

Aggravated, I caught his lip between my teeth and bit down as hard as I could.

Our lips finally broke apart. Zach kept his head down but I could still see that sly smile that shaped around his gleaming white teeth. He pulled his head up and bored his eyes into mine – that smile still on his face.

I just stared at him with disbelief. What the hell?

His fingers shot up to his mouth and caressed his bottom lip, which drew blood from my bite.

When he pulled his hand away from his lip, Zach observed the little drop of blood on his finger.

"Amazing." He muttered, amusement was noticeable in his tone.

My eyes didn't glare with as much hatred as I wished them too. If I had any bit of dignity I would've slapped him across his face with as much force as I could possibly collect. But, I didn't. This boy just seduced me with no permission. He took advantage of me and got what he wanted. I was like putty in his hands – well, captured putty.

I could see his lip start to bulge a tiny bit from the harsh contact I put on it. Guilt shot through me like a bullet.

A loud groan rumbled in my throat. I should feel nothing but hate towards Zach, not guilt! What was I, a coward? A softie? A pushover? NO!

The feelings he erupted in me when his hands crawled up my thigh ….

"NO!" I screamed out.

Luckily the intense bass from the music muffled my scream; but not enough for Zach to hear. His eyes watched me with confusion.

I collapsed my head into my hands, shaking it furiously. I was trying to, logically, get away from everything. I was trying to escape all of this.

Everything just felt like too much. This wasn't what I wanted. This wasn't what I planned for, this was much unplanned for. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know where to start, and I didn't know anything.

My brain stuttered.

"Why did you …" My voice couldn't go on, I just snapped my mouth close and stared at the ground.

A pulse pounded in my head. I was so confused.

I stared at Zach's Audios with no expression, no feeling.

His finger pulled at my chin and slowly lifted my head. His gaze was now burning my face.

"Just look for Dougie and I'll explain everything, okay?"

Mechanically, I nodded. A smile was no longer on his face, and he walked away.

Look for Dougie … What?

I started to move myself around the crowd. Looking around, searching. I wasn't really searching for anything. My brain was connected with anything right now. I felt too lost to know what to do.

So I just did anything.

I walked around the room and few times then wandered in through the kitchen and dining room. I strolled up and down hallways a few times. And then I, eventually, made it back to the living room.

Nothing was seen. I didn't find anything.

My eyes trailed the floor for a few steps before looking up.

As soon as I looked up, I saw an image that snapped my head back into place.

On the couch, Kristen was straddling Dougie's lap with her lips attached to his. She arched her head over his face as she dug herself deeper onto him.

I felt my stomach drop. And I went completely numb.

The perfect clear view of Dougie and Kristen was interrupted when Zach stepped in front of me; his body blocking everything.

I was great full for that.

He pulled me into a tight embrace, but I just stood their idly – with my arms drooped to my sides.

I felt his warm breath tickle my ear, it caused me to shiver. "Do you want me to get you out of here?"

Yes, I thought. But I couldn't find the words to say this or find the nerves to nod my head.

Zach's a smart boy, and I'm guessing he got the right answer because he lifted me off the ground and cradled me. I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes as tight as they'd go.

My body bounced a little against his as he walked.

The music volume suddenly went down to a small murmur in the background.

Cool air rushed onto my face and froze the tear that was inching down my cheek.

I opened my eyes when hard concrete became my bed.

We were outside now, the sky was gleaming above. I slowly sat up and pulled my knees to my chest – trying to hold myself together. I rested my head on my knees as silent tears rushed down my warm cheeks.

A sigh erupted beside me, it came from Zach. "I'm sorry."

Nothing came from me.

He carried on, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you see that. It's just …" I heard him gulp and then sigh, "I just wanted you to see … it was like a visual of explanation of why I did what I did."

A spark ignited in my head but I ignored it.

'A visual explanation of why I did what I did.' His words repeated themselves in my head.

'Find Dougie, then I'll tell you everything.'

His lips caressed mine.

'Why I did what I did.'

Dougie and Kristen, kissing.

The flash backs ended.

I lifted my head and bored my eyes into his. "You kissed me because Dougie was kissing Kristen?" My voice was very soft, incredibly vulnerable.

He nodded his head once.

"Why?"

He sighed and ruffled his hair with his hand. "Because … I wanted to take your mind off him. And get you looking at me instead of him. I wanted you to know that even though he was gone, I was still here."

Wait, What? I don't think he means this in a way others would perceive it.

It sounded like he liked me, like he was going for me. But I had every doubt against that immediate interpretation.

"You don't … like me, do you?" My tone was so uneasy.

He rubbed his face. "At first I didn't. I just wanted to get Dougie jealous, make him confront you so that you two could settle this little conflict. I was so tired of him moping around, you became my problem."

"At first?" I edged.

A nod. "When you confronted me first at the party, I had no intentions to do what I did next." He took in a breath and exhaled it slowly. "Until I saw Dougie with Kristen, and he was glaring straight at us. I thought it was the perfect time to give him a show. Before you could see anything I kissed you. I knew Dougie was watching, and I knew this would truly break him. And you," He chuckled, "you went along with it more then I anticipated; which only helped even more. I knew that Dougie got a hard hit, and I told myself to stop. But, I guess," Zach ruffled his hair once more with a sigh, "I guess I couldn't stop myself. You were like a scent that drew me closer. I just wanted you to feel like you had another option, a back up."

This boy was absolutely making me crazy. Insane! His crazy emotions and tactics were attaching to my brain, making me think crooked instead of straight.

I felt something towards Zach. But it wasn't something that I could explain. He just … he just didn't fill that spot as much as Dougie did.

But if I could look at this in a different perspective; look at Zach, and see everything that filled that spot. Seeing it as it was half full instead of half empty.

I wanted Zach, somewhat.

Was that enough?

Was is enough to look past what I desired and focus on what I had?

Nothing is never enough, but you could make something out of nothing.

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