Sorry this took so long, I've been really busy and sort of lost my passion to write, but here I am! So, tell me if you like the direction that So Sorry is going in, if you like it, hate it, what POV it should be nect?

Lots of Loveee, JellyfishQueen

LIAM'S POV.

Big butterflies thrashed around in my stomach, not at all pink and fluffy like everyone would have you believe, but huge sickening flutters brushing against my belly. Ugh, it was awful feeling this way. Even when Naomi and I had been… happily together, I hadn't felt this intensity before. Now all she talked about was herself and I barely saw her, so it wasn't like those feelings had increased.

If only I could do the right thing and just love Naomi, like I was supposed to. I felt my forehead crease as I thought, adding to my agitation.

Thing was, this whole chemistry had been there since the start with Annie, even since the teasing her while I was crazy about Naomi thing. There had always been that little voice in the back of my head, wondering if Annie liked that movie, what Annie was doing right now, if Annie would laugh at my jokes and not brush me off like Naomi did.

So yeah, bottom line is, I am and always have been hopelessly attracted to Annie Wilson since day one, even if I didn't suspect it. Really, who would have guessed I, Liam Court, serial womaniser and overall badass would have been attracted to the last good girl left in Beverly Hills. Then she got into difficulty because of me, because Naomi thought she slept with me, and she was an outcast. Because of me.

In the end they proved she was innocent but the fact I caused all that hurt for her makes me crazily guilty.

When I found out Naomi had been lying about the sexual harassment thing, that was really the last straw, and the only reason I got back together with Naomi was because I thought it was what Annie wanted. I do stupid things just because I think it's what she wants, if that isn't proof I'm one insane lovesick boy then I have no clue what is.

She always seems to want me but push me away again, and that's what's making me confused. She's still kind of avoiding the others, spending her free time with me (I really don't mind that) but I see things simpler than her. If I like her, if she likes me, then we should date. Easy.

I glanced quickly at my phone, at the last message she sent. The kiss made my heart catch in my throat, made it jump into my mouth and Macarena all the way down to my feet. We needed to talk, I wasn't exactly sure how that was going to happen, how I was going to start that conversation.

My phone rang, making me jump. It was Naomi.

"Hey babe!" she trilled, excited. I could almost imagine her curls flouncing as she spoke. In my mind she was sitting in a shoe store, trying on stilettos while she balanced the phone. I heard a beep as she put it on loudspeaker, obviously deciding the shoes were more important.

"Hey NayNay." I managed to choke out her nickname, the one she insisted I called her.

"Sooo…. I was wondering if you want to meet up today, after I've finished shopping? We could go to that bar you like? Say 11.30 tonight?"

"Uh.." I paused, a little slow while trying to follow her words. She always seemed to make plans without actually asking people about them first, more telling them. "Sure sweetie."

"Good good. Love ya babe. Kiss kiss." She made a kissing noise into the phone then hung up. Hmm. I hadn't seen her for a while, so I guess I would go, but I didn't want to be too tired to talk to Annie tomorrow, otherwise I'd get all moody and that wasn't good.

Okay, so that left me a while to laze around and watch TV while I got ready slowly. I grabbed a t-shirt from my closet and stuffed my phone in my jeans, pulling the old t-shirt off and discarding it. I had to ear first, so it was probably better that I ate shirtless instead of staining my shirt.

After eating some Pizza that I'd heated up in the microwave I went to my computer and surfed around the Internet for a while, replying to stuff on Facebook and tweeting on Twitter, before I checked the Beverly Hills news. Huh, police were still looking for the driver of that hit and run. I checked my watch, hours had passed with me barely doing anything. I slid on a T-Shirt and grabbed my car keys, before walking out the door and driving to '2!', this bar (more of a club really) that I'd been to once before and really liked. They had great music and great drinks, along with the hot girls that seemed to be extra friendly.

On arriving at the club, I noticed Naomi waiting for me at the entrance, all made up in a super short, super tight silver strapless dress that showed off miles of thin tanned legs and acres of soft skin on her chest. Tonight might be okay, I'd be doing exactly what Annie said too. Maybe I might rediscover my chemistry with Naomi then I could stop freaking Annie out with my feelings. She obviously didn't want me.

I parked the car and stepped out, grinning fakely at Naomi who seemed thrilled to see me, she sashayed over to me and I couldn't help but feel kinda happy that she was on my arm. Sure, I was hopelessly in love with Annie, but I was still a guy and I could appreciate a good looking girl. It wouldn't go anywhere though, I promised that to myself and for Annie's sake.

"Hey baby." she said throatily, allowing me to wrap an arm around her waist.

"Hey." I'd forgotten how good her waist felt, so small underneath the thing layer of cloth. She smirked, feeling my eyes roaming all over her body appreciatively.

"No kiss for me?" She mock pouted and stood herself in front of me, tilting her chin upwards. Oh shit. I was in trouble now. Annie told me that I should be with Naomi, and yet I didn't want to kiss Naomi for her sake. A nasty part of myself spoke out who cares what you feel for Annie? Here's a girl that actually wants you, looking hot, wanting you to kiss her. Annie only likes you as a friend, because you're the only one that listens. She doesn't need you. Somehow… I believed the voice. I kissed Naomi on the lips, gently, only a little peck before drawing back. It had felt good.

"You call that a kiss?"

"There's more for later." I winked at her but felt a little disgusted with myself. She smiled and I led her inside. Oh yes, there was going to be a lot more for later. I was angry, angry at myself and Annie and Naomi. And the best thing to do when you're angry is making out.

We went to the bar, ordered some drinks and waited for them to arrive as we stood against the marble black bar, admiring the red décor and the flashing lights that bathed the beautiful people dancing in crazy white strobe. I let my hand creep down from her waist to her hip, standing calmly at the bar and ignoring the questioning look she sent me. The drinks arrived and Naomi sipped hers enthusiastically, while I gulped down mine. Woosh. The alcohol went to my head immediately, sending a dizzying rush of confidence to my body.

My hand slid down yet again, resting on her small and firm ass. She giggled at me and yet again slid round to face me, setting her drink down on the bar and snaking her arms around my neck.

"It's later now, right?" Naomi asked suggestively.

"Oh definitely." I replied, pressing my lips to hers forcefully and pulling her close to me, so our bodies touched almost the full way down. She responded eagerly, fingers twining in my hair and a tongue sliding into my mouth as my tongue did the same.

Time to forget about Annie.