Dean rolled off of the brunette and plopped right next to her body. She looked over to her to see her smiling right at him. ''You know, Dean, that was just amazing.'' She was exhausted and panting heavy between the words.

''Yeah it was...babe.'' He actually wanted to say her name, but he couldn't remember. He wasn't even sure if she ever told him her name. And truth be told, he did not only not know her name, he also just lied to her. The sex wasn't amazing. It wasn't even good. He hated it when women always did what he wanted them to do. He wanted to get some fight out of them. He wanted to be teasing them as well as being teased himself. Just a little torture before the action started.

And this one right here, she wasn't even teasing him a bit. As soon as they were in his hotel room, she got undressed and then just lied on the bed, waiting for him to please her. That's not how it worked for him. When he was with Jess, he would always...His whole body got tense as he thought about her. The girl without a name seemed to notice and moved her body closer to him, resting her head and his chest, gently running her fingers down his stomach. ''Are you okay?'' Her question sounded sincere, yet there was something completely fake about the situation. ''Yep. I just...You need to leave right now.'' His eyes were fixed on the ceiling not wanting to look at his latest hook-up. He didn't want to show it, but he was disgusted by her, or by him, he couldn't tell which one it was.

''But...why? Did I do anything wrong? Please, Dean, let me stay.'' Just the way she said his name made his stomach turn.

''No you didn't.''

''But then, why do I have to go now?''

''Because I said so.'' He was getting really annoyed with this one, he thought it was more than clear that this was about sex and sex only. No cuddling, no talking, no nothing.

''You know, I am not some whore that you can use and then throw away.'' She sat up next to him and folded her arms before her chest.

He looked at her, sat up as well and got in her face.

''Look, woman. Yes, I called you 'woman' because I don't even know your name. And I don't care. Do you really think I'm in for some realtionship-shit? We fucking met at a bar and came up here having sex. And that's like a fucking live-ticker because it took just as much time to get you up here and naked as it took me to just say that. So, newsflash, you ARE a fucking whore. And if you don't get dressed and leave within the next minute, I will make you leave. So choose wisely, bitch.''

Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open, she couldn't believe what she just heard or that she was being yelled at. Tears filled her eyes as she hurriedly put on her clothes and stormed out of the room.

When she was gone, Dean collapsed on the bed, putting his hands behind his head and closed his eyes for a few moments. He then grabbed his phone from the night-stand next to the bed and looked at it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see an unanswered call or a message from her or not. He wasn't sure about anything anymore.

Nothing. There was nothing on it. He sighed before opening his little picture gallery, looking at the last picture taken. Just seeing it was bittersweet. It was his favorite picture of them together.

Seth got her her own Shield attire that day as a superlate birthday present. She truly looked like the fourth member, wearing black combat boots and black skinny jeans. The bulletproof vest highlighted her boobs. She looked amazing. He was right next to her, his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her body close to his. His tongue was delicately licking her right cheek, something he enjoyed way too much. He just had no control over his tongue, especially not with her around. However, she enjoyed it too, although everyone else was always disgusted by their behavior.

Her smile was so bright, she looked so happy. It was hard to believe that Seth took that picture the day before she left him.

After some moments, he decided that it was only fair if she had to go through what he had to. He typed in her number and sent her the picture. Hopefully she'll look at it and wonder how she could ever be so dumb...

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The food on her plate looked like it was ready to jump at her face. It was supposed to be Italian, but it looked like the leftovers from last week, all in one. She didn't care though, she didn't intend to eat a whole lot of it. Just a bit, so her friend would be happy to see her eat something. The mensa was pretty empty, so it was easy to spot Melanie at one of the tables. She walked over to her friend and sat opposite of her, immediately poking her fork into the brownish mess that was supposed to be some pasta.

''Well, you're hungry, Jess.'' Melanie smiled at her. Maybe things were getting better.

''I'm just testing if I'll have to go get something else...but it seems to be okay.''

''Speaking of okay: How are you feeling today?''

''Okay...or maybe not. That creep Peter was messing with me again.''

''Oh, he asked you out again? Did you say yes this time?'' Melanie's eyes were filled with hope.

''No, of course not. You know I can't stand him. Ever since we started studying, I feel like he's been stalking me. He's just a cocky bastard. Why would I want to go out with a fucking stalker?''

''Well, you need to get back on the road. You know, dating and everything. You're supposed to be having fun now that you are free. I'm not saying that you should start a relationship with him but you could, you know...'' She raised her eyebrows suggestingly.

''You got to be kidding me, Mel! There's no chance I'll be doing THAT with Peter. Or anyone in fact. I just can't...it feels like I'm betraying him.'' She was focused on her plate again and took a bite of whatever it was.

''That doesn't make sense. YOU are not making sense. How can it be cheating if you're not a couple anymore. And why did you break up with him in the first place when you obviously didn't want to?''

''Melanie, I told you already. I don't want to talk about it. It had to be done. I have my reasons, okay?''

''Jessica, we've been friends for how many years now? And you really don't trust me? That hurts.''

''I'm sorry, really. This has nothing to do with not trusting you. I do trust you, you know that. I just can't tell anyone because I know whoever hears it will try to make me change my mind. And I'm afraid that I'll be selfish enough to do that.''

''Jess, you're talking in tongues. I can't help you when I don't know what's wrong. And I hate seeing you like this. You're not focused. Not on your studies, not on anything. The only thing that's on your mind is Dean. You are torturing yourself, and I will allow that any longer. I am your friend, I only want the best for you.''

''The best for me is Dean...'' She mumbled the words to herself but Mel still managed to understand what she said.

''Then you need to get things straight. You need to talk to him. Say you're sorry. Say you were wrong. Say you want him back. I can tell he wants you back, he's been calling you like a thousand times since your fight. He's been actually contacting me to -'' She was cut off by Jess.

''He what? Why didn't you tell me? What did he want?''

''He was worried about you. He wanted to know how you've been. If your flight went well and everything, he was really worried, it was actually cute. He asked me if I knew what happened. He asked me if you had met somebody else. And he actually seemed disappointed to hear you hadn't. He's looking for a reason because he wants to understand. And he deserves to know, don't you think?''

Just as Jess wanted to reply, her phone buzzed. She looked at the screen of her phone and just froze. There was no message, not a single word. Just the picture. She excused herself, leaving Melanie sitting there, not knowing what was wrong.

As soon as she was outside the building, she looked at it again. She couldn't help but admire it. It was perfect. Everything she ever wanted. It was the most beautiful picture she had ever seen. After 10 minutes of thinking about the pros and cons (and coming up with no cons at all), she decided to reply: ''Skype in half an hour?''

Melanie was right, he deserved to know something. Not the truth, but something. She headed home, already knowing what the answer to her question would be.