Rating: T for mild language, sexual references and eventually some mild lemons ;)

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Chapter 2

Ian and I sat on the couch for a few minutes, and then he sighed. "What?" I looked at him.

"It's almost 8. I should probably take you home."

I felt relieved, happy and something else-Sadness, I think. Wtf?

"Hello?" Ian's voice snapped me back.

"Huh?"

He smirked at me. "Do you want to spend the night?"

"No!" I exclaimed. I tried to jump up, but his arm was securely around my waist.

He grinned, and then started to kiss my neck again.

Going. To. Slap. Him.

Man-whore.

Haha "Old Man-whore ass".

I laughed at that thought and Ian pulled back and looked at me like I was crazy.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"The man-whore thing."

"Ah." He said. Then he looked deep in thought.

An expression of understanding and more amusement washed over his face.

"You've never made love with anyone before, have you?"

Insert blush here.

Going. To. Slap. Him.

Going. To. Stab. Him.

He grinned at me from under him. "Have you?" He mocked.

"Have you?" I spat. Crap. Stupid question.

He laughed and leaned close to my face. "Many many times." He whispered.

"You are so gross!" I yelled.

He looked at me again. "You don't have an abstinence thing do you?"

"Huh?"

He rolled his eyes. "You're not into that whole 'No sex till marriage thing' are you?"

"No, but-"

"Great!" He laughed and his lips were pressed on mine again.

Ugh…

My mind was having an argument.

Get him away from you!

No! ENJOY IT!

You're not going to marry him!

YES!

No! You don't like him.

Yes I do

No! You don't!

He's hot, though!

No he's not.

Yes he is.

Okay, he is… but you're still not sleeping with him Dammit!

But I want to!

I don't care what you want! He'll just use you!

How do you know?

Just stop him!

"Um…" Was all that came out.

"Yeeessss….?" He whispered seductively in my ear.

"I don't…let's not…NO!"

He looked at me now. "Why?" He looked confused and a little hurt again.

"I..don't..."

He got off of me, bent down and walked out of the room to get the car keys.

Nice. You hurt his feelings.

Shut up. Just. Shut. Up.

As I got into his car, Ian said nothing. I started to feel bad, but come on. I've only known him for a day. What did he expect? I put my seatbelt on as he opened his door and climbed in.

He pulled out of the driveway and drove into the night.

"Um…Ian?"

He looked at me.

"I know you're pissed at me, but-"

"At you?" He asked, his expression turning a little horrified. "No, no Jess. I'm not pissed at you, I tried too hard. You've only known me for like, what? a day? I'm sorry I pushed too hard. The last thing I want to do is make you more uncomfortable than you already are."

Wow. Did he just say that? He cares? WTF?

Yeah, and you didn't sleep with him because you thought he would use you. Tard.

Shut up bizznatch.

A hand stretched out and wiped something wet off my cheek.

"That's the second time I've made you cry today." Ian said, a little amused. But then he turned serious. "Why are you crying though?"

"Um…" I cleared my throat. "No reason."

You're a pathetic liar.

I know.

"You're a pathetic liar." He laughed.

Ha. See?

Shut Up.

"I don't know. I'm just tired. A lot to take in, you know?"

"Yeah." Ian sighed, and then looked over at me. "It may seem bad now, but I'm sure we can find a way for our marriage to work."

My teeth ground together audibly.

"Hey, hey. Jess, calm down." Ian put a hand on my shoulder.

Trying to comfort me.

I took a deep breath, but then, involuntarily, I started to think about my future.

Married at 16, pregnant at 17. 4 kids. No job. Ian hating me for being so immature. A disappointment. A failure. Stupidstupidstupid.

Just like what my mother thought of me.

I started to feel sick to my stomach.

Oh, hell.

"Ian?" I breathed. His hand was still on my shoulder.

"Yes?" He asked a little worried.

I saw flashing dots in the corners of my eyes. "Pull over." I whispered.

He looked at me and pulled over immediately.

I started to fumble with the seatbelt, but the flashing dots were disrupting my vision.

Ian's hand reached across and unbuckled it, I hurled it over my shoulder and threw the car door open right as Ian unlocked it.

I ran to the grass and dropped to my knees. I heard a car door open and Ian shout my name.

Footsteps ran towards me. He placed a warm hand on my back.

"Don't-" I choked out. He was too warm and I felt too overheated to be touched.

The vision started to clear up as the autumn breeze blew on my face. I took a deep breath and started to stand up. Ian grabbed my elbow and helped me.

I felt a little dizzy, but Ian looked into my eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes."

"What the hell happened, Jess?"

"Nothing. I'm fine now." I tried to walk away from him but he pulled me back.

"For sure." He scoffed. "You looked like you were going to pass out. Why?"

"I…don't know…"

He half-ran back to the car and reached into the front seat through the opened passenger door. He walked back to me and handed me a bottle of water.

"Drink this. You look pale."

I took a drink.

"Well, you're always pale…but you look sickly pale now." He smiled a little.

"Gee, thanks." I said and took another drink.

He led me back to the car and, though it was 50 degrees out, I rolled the window down.

Ian didn't complain.

After about 20 minutes of driving, Ian looked at me.

"What the hell happened?" He asked again.

"I don't know. I got…carsick or something."

He narrowed his eyes like he didn't believe me.

I looked back out the window. "I started to think of my future." I mumbled.

"Future? And that made you sick?"

"No…I imagined what it would be like to be married at my age. I wouldn't be able to do anything right, and you would be upset with me all the time, I couldn't handle kids, I would have no job, I would be a disappointment to you…my mother...your family, my family…I just-"

"Jess. Calm doowwwnn."

I took a deep breath.

"You don't have to worry, Jess. It won't be that way."

"How do you know?"

"Well, I may not love you yet, but I do care about you."

"But that's only because you 'have to'. Isn't that law or something?" I replied bitterly.

"Dammit Jess, why can't you accept it when people care about you?" He snapped.

I looked at him in shock. Whoa, where did that come from?

Niiiccee…. You pissed him off.

I know I did.

He's right, you know.

I know.

He's probably going to hate you now.

Didn't you just say he was right about me being negative?

Yep.

Gosh, just SHUT UP!

"Jess?" Ian's calm voice said.

I looked at him and noticed we'd stopped. We were in front of my house.

"You were quiet for most of the drive. I'm sorry if I offended you."

I shook my head, but there was a pang in my stomach I couldn't get rid of. I swallowed.

Ian sighed, and then got out of the car. I opened the door and stepped out. He didn't try to grab my hand again.

I opened the front door and took a deep breath. Here goes everything.

Ian followed me in and my mom was on the couch reading a magazine.

She looked up and when she saw me, jumped up and hugged me.

"Hey Sweetie! How was everything? Aren't you excited?"

Squeezing too tight.

I backed up. "Save the sweetie crap, mom." Ian grimaced from the acid in my voice.

I half-ran to me room and closed the door, letting Ian and my mother work it out for themselves. I went to my stereo and played the first CD I saw.

I pressed play and turned the volume up to drown out everything else.

"Fake It" By Seether blared.

I threw myself down on my bed and curled up on my side, finally not ashamed to let the tears leak out.

This is too much. Way too much for me right now.

Stop crying.

Why should I?

Because, you're better than that.

Screw you. Leave me alone.

Fine. Be alone.

I fell asleep, still fully clothed on the bed, Seether's lyric "You're such a fucking hypocrite" the last thing on my mind.

When I awoke groggily, I started to remember what had happened. It was still dark outside. I turned my head towards the stereo. Turned off.

Mom must have got tired of hearing it.

I sat up and realized I was under the covers in my bra and underwear. I looked towards the lamp that was turned on when a shadow moved and Ian looked at me over a book he was reading in the chair next to the lamp.

"Why are you in my room?" I asked.

"I thought you were still awake when I came up. Your mom wanted me to talk to you."

"But?"

"But you were sleeping, and you looked pretty uncomfortable."

"So you took my clothes off?"

He grinned. "I didn't molest you or anything, Jess. Gosh. I'm not that much of a perv."

I snorted. Then looked out the window into the dark sky. "What time is it?"

"About…1 in the morning."

"Mom's in bed?"

"Yep."

I sighed and fell back onto the pillow.

Ian stood up, put the book on my desk and started to walk towards me, but obviously decided against it.

I scooted over and moved the covers off the side of the bed. "Climb on in."

He looked at me like I was joking. "Are you still asleep?"

"I could do without your smart-ass remarks okay?"

"Fine, fine." He kicked off his shoes and climbed in, then pulled the covers over his shoulder. He turned onto his side so he could look at me.

I swear his blue eyes were piercing into my very being. I looked away.

"What?" He asked. He moved a strand of hair away from my face.

"Nothing." I closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to overcome me again.

For a few moments, the only sound in my room was our breathing… and then Ian had to ruin it and talk.

"Jess?"

"What?" I could feel his eyes on mine, but I didn't open them.

"Are you okay?"

I opened my eyes. "Yes."

"Just making sure."

I felt that same pang in my stomach when I remembered what he said to me in the car and I closed my eyes.

Doesn'tmatterDoesn'tmatterDoesn'tmatter

Yes, it does and you know it.

I opened my eyes again to see him still looking at me.

I scooted closer to him and lay my head into his chest.

Ian froze for a minute, shocked by my actions, and then he wrapped his right arm around my shoulder and stroked my hair.

I sighed. I pulled my head away to look up at him. He looked back.

I lifted my head from his chest so I could reach his lips.

When I kissed him, it was different this time. I didn't resist, even a little bit. He rolled over so I was on top of him and began to kiss me hungrily.

His hands were on my bare waist as I ran my fingers through his soft hair.

I moved my hands down to his chest, then lower until I was able to get under his shirt and feel his chest. I pushed up on the shirt and he lifted his head and I pulled it off of him. I kissed him again and I felt his lips pull into a smile.

How far are you going to let this go?

I don't know.

I admit, it was moving a little too fast, but at the time, I didn't care.

I suddenly felt really…odd.

My skin was suddenly heated and I had this weird feeling in my insides.

I pulled away from him and started gasping for air.

He looked at me, shocked. "What?"

"I...feel weird."

"If you don't want to do this, it doesn't bother me, I just-"

"No, not that."

He looked confused.

"I physically feel weird."

"What do you mean 'weird'?"

"I don't…really know… I just…my skin feels hot and there's this odd tingling feeling-"

I was cut off when he laughed.

I pulled away again.

He grinned at me and rested his forehead on mine. Then he whispered, "That's called arousal, my dear."

WHAT?

I jumped off of him faster than I thought possible and was leaning very far away from him on my side of the bed.

Ian looked shocked for a moment, and then smiled. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, you just want-"

"Shut up." I said.

He smiled and leaned towards me. Before I could get away, he grabbed my waist and pinned me down under him. He kissed me and then whispered to my lips, "I could easily fix it."

"No!" I yelled at his.

"We don't have to actually do it." He grinned.

"Huh?" he was talking crazy. What was he talking about?

He moved his hand down from my waist to the inside of my thigh.

I got it then.

"No!" I scooted up towards the headboard.

"What?" He said playfully.

"I'm not letting you do that to me!"

He looked at me with mock disappointment. "Why not?"

"I…you…just…don't…GAH!"

"You gotta point there." He grinned.

"Shut up."

He smiled and pulled my waist so I was under him again. He kissed me and I stiffened.

"Don't worry. I won't do anything without your permission." He whispered into my mouth.

"I won't give you permission." I said stubbornly.

He pulled back and grinned. "We'll see."