Chapter 9

A/N: I hope you guys don't mind, but I might introduce a new character in a few chappies :D Again: OMG I AM SOOOO BLOWN AWAY AT HOW MANY PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THIS THING! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

I sat there looking at him for a second. Was he serious? What kind of mean? How mean? "What do you mean?"

He sighed. "Now, I don't want to hurt Ian, and I'm sure that after the divorce is final and everything you can tell him." He looked at me. "It won't hurt him, but he won't be very happy about it."

"Alright." I said leaning forward. "What is it?"

"You have to get him to cheat."

"Huh?" I said brilliantly. "Cheat?"

Paul nodded.

"As in…sex with someone else?" I was trying to make sure I got this completely.

"Yes. Now, like I said, it shouldn't hurt him too bad until he finds out you set it up – after the marriage is terminated – but it should work."

I scoffed. "Yeah, the dude is a freaking man-whore." Heh. Old man-whore ass.

Paul laughed. "Alright."

"Alright." I said, a grin spreading across my face. I'm gonna get out of this!

You should think this through.

Shut up! You're ruining my moment.

Whatever…This is a bad idea.

Who asked you?

Shortly after Paul left, I sat there and looked at the ceiling, waiting to see if Ian would come into the bedroom. When he didn't, I walked into the hallway and peeked into the living room. He was in the kitchen. I took a step, and then stopped. Hm…

I glanced at the wall clock above the television. It said 10:15 p.m.

I went to bed at 7:00? No wonder I couldn't sleep. Gosh.

I looked back into the kitchen. Ian opened the fridge, took something out and closed the door. He stopped when he saw me, tuned around to look at the fridge and opened the door again, getting another pop can out. For me apparently. Ugh.

I took another step out and as he got two glasses out of a cupboard and set them beside the pop cans. I looked at him. His eyebrows were pulled together and a hint of a frown was touching his lips. For a millisecond I almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

I sighed. Ian looked up quickly and saw me. He smiled slightly, but it was fake; I would know. I walked into the kitchen as he poured the pop into the glasses. He set the cans on the counter and I immediately picked them up. I walked over to the trash can and in my peripheral vision; I saw books lying on the kitchen table.

"What's with the books?" I asked quietly.

Ian walked over to me and handed me the glass.

"Thanks." I said quietly.

"You've missed 3 days of school."

"Oh. Yeah. We met on a weekend." He sat on the couch and patted the cushion beside him. I sat by him stiffly.

My lips trembled on the edge of a smile. I just thought of something: If he doesn't have sex with me, it should make it easier for him to do it with someone else. Men are so easy. I giggle threatened to burst through my lips, so I took a sip of my Pepsi.

I stared at the clock for a moment. The seconds ticked by and the only thing we heard was the faint sound of our breathing. I stood up suddenly and Ian jumped slightly.

That almost made me laugh.

Almost.

I walked over to my books and looked at them, taking a slow drink. "Hm." I said.

I put my glass on the table and grabbed the books and set them on the couch as I sat down. I opened my History textbook and began reading where my teacher left off. After a few minutes I began taking notes. Ian just sat there watching me intently.

Creeper.

I finished 3 days' worth of History notes in under an hour. That's a record for me. W00t.

I looked at my math and science books. Ugh.

I picked up the math book, thought better of it and picked up the science book. Maybe I should do the hardest first. I put the science book down and picked up the math book again. Or maybe I should do math when Ian isn't watching me. I suck at it. I picked up the science book again.

"Gah!" I threw both the books down and picked up my writing notebook. Ian chuckled beside me.

"What?" I asked sharply looking at him.

"You're entertaining to watch."

"Creeper." I mumbled.

"What?"

I didn't answer.

I opened my notebook and looked at the note my teacher wrote at the place I stopped at. A hand reached out and grabbed the notebook. I slapped his hand he let go of it, dropping it on the couch. He laughed.

"What did you say?"

I rolled my eyes. "You…are…a…creeeeppperrr…tard."

He laughed and stood up. I didn't look at him as he went into the kitchen. He came back and sat down as I read my teacher's sloppy cursive.

Jessica- I do enjoy your short stories, but you need to take – I couldn't even read the rest. I sighed irately.

"What?" Ian asked me.

"I can't read my stupid teacher's handwriting."

"And…?"

"And…I don't know my assignment."

"Assignment? What is it usually?"

"She gives us retarded topics everyday and we have to write a short story about it."

"You want me to read it?"

I handed him the notebook warily.

"'Jessica'," He read out loud, making his voice sound all formal. I rolled my eyes. Oh, Gosh. "'I do enjoy your short stories, but you need to take the time to write more of the lighter side of the subjects.'" Ian rose an eyebrow. "'One example is the subject of a swimmer. Most students wrote about things such as olympic swimmers, family members, summer days, but you wrote a very poetic story bout a young girl who lived in a haunted house, who's only companion was the ghost in the water. I'm not saying it was all that bad, like I said, it was written very lyrically, but it was almost sad compared to the others. Here are the subjects you missed: trip to another country, any dream that comes true and a new member of the family.'" He looked at me.

"Okay then." I said and took the notebook back. I started on the trip to another country. It'll be Italy. She meets a vampire. Ha. I let out a small laugh and Ian smiled.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh…um…I was going to write about Italy." I grinned. "And a vampire."

He laughed. "That's already been done, sweetie."

I ignored the sweetie comment. "Nuh uh! The Iatlian Vampire came to Mystic Falls!"

"True." He smiled. Then, the idiot actually tried to lean in for a kiss. I leaned back but then had a thought. I leaned in and kissed Ian with as much force as I could. He seemed surprised but he went with it. After a few seconds, I could feel the arousal thingy kick in…for both of us….crap.

PullBackPullBackPullBack….

I ripped myself from his lips and he looked at me curiously. I picked up my books, trying not to turn around and "Jump his bones" as Caroline (Slut) put it.

He put his arm around my waist, but I squirmed away. "I have homework." I said, still a little breathless.

He looked at me, a confused look on his face and I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing at his expression. I ignored him and started writing about a trip to Italy. I saw Ian shrug out of the corner of my eye and he walked out of the room.

I laughed quietly and yelled, "No masturbating, Paul Denton!" (Rules of Attraction reference)

"EW!" He yelled from the hallway, then began laughing.

Only a matter of time…

After I got my homework finished, (and just to piss my teacher off, I did them all very morbidly. (Hey, I'll say I couldn't read her note. It is the truth.) Ian had to leave to go to some interview thingy for about 2 hours.

SPOILER! I lay there reading the rest of my Vampire Diaries book. I cried when Elena died. Good thing Ian wasn't here.

At about 1 A.m., I wasn't tired at all. I heard the back door open and close. Why did he come through the back door?

After a few minutes, I walked into the kitchen and drank the rest of my (now warm) Pepsi. I stopped and strained my ears to hear. Nothing.

I put my glass down and walk into the hallway.

"Ian?"

Nothing.

"Ian? Are you jacking with me?"

Nothing.

"Ian?" I whispered.

Still nothing.

I walked to the bedroom door and knocked. Nothing.

"Ian?" I opened the door and saw nothing. NothingNothingNothing.

I heard a noise come from the bathroom. I walked over to it. "Ian?" I opened the door. STILL nothing. I looked around the room. I closed my eyes. "Ian I swear to God-" I opened my eyes and a someone grabbed me.

"IAN!" I yelled. It wasn't until I looked at his face that I realized it was Ian – and he had his vampire contacts and fangs in! "WHAT THE HELL, IAN?" I was no longer scared, just pissed.

He practically threw me onto the bed, growled and climbed onto me. I grabbed one of his fangs and pulled it out.

"Ow!" He whined, then laughed. "Do you know how hard it is to put those in?"

I laughed. "Nope." I cringed away slightly. It was impossible to have a normal conversation with him wearing those contacts. (Quote from Ian Somerhalder in an interview! :D)

He took them out and went into the bathroom. I just sat there, my heart still pounding from him scaring the living daylights out of me. He walked out of the bathroom in his freaking boxers.

"What is up with you and being half-naked around here?" I scolded.

"Hey, It's our house."

"Your house." I corrected stubbornly.

He chuckled and crawled onto the bed and whispered in my ear, "Guess what happened after the interview tonight?"

Me: Chills. How did he make the simplest of sentences sound seductive?

"Um… Let me guess," I said a little shakily. "You, Nina, Paul and a few groupies had an orgy?"

Ian looked at me like, 'WTF?' then laughed. "No!" He grinned and leaned in closer to me.

Don'tBreatheDon'tBreathDon'tBreathe

"A couple of girls came onto me."

"Really?" I asked fakely.

He smirked at my expression. "Yep." His lips touched my ear. "They were verrry pretty."

A little flare of jealousy raged, then realized maybe the plan was working.

Then why is he telling you?

I don't know.

Maybe he knows.

DUH!

"Did you sleep with them?" I blurted out suddenly.

He laughed. "That's what I thought."

"What?" I glared.

"No, I did not. I did kiss them, though."

"What?" I screeched jumping up.

He laughed. "I kissed them." He grinned. "Both of them."

"Does that count?" I asked slyly.

"Nope. Because you set it up. Well, you and Paul."

"How did you know that?" I yelled.

His face became serious. "You're really willing to stoop that low to get rid of me."

I felt guilty now and, as I have said, I don't handle guilt very well. "N-Not get rid of you –"

"Alright." He said softly.

"Wha-"

"Alright. If you don't want to marry me, then let's go talk to your mother."

He didn't wait for me to reply, he just went into the closet and changed.

Huh? "My m-mother?"

"Yeah," He said from inside of the closet. "Remember? Our mothers set this up and-"

"I remember." I said.

"Well, they're the only ones who can prevent the marriage." A pause. "They're going to be so disappointed."

"YOU BASTARD!" I yelled. "You KNOW I don't like people being disappointed in me, Why the hell would you say that to me?"

He walked out, fully dressed.

"It's 2 in the morning. I'm going to bed." I said, laying in the bed.

"Alright." He chuckled. He leaned down and kissed my cheek, ignoring my glare and walked out of the room.

It only took a few minutes to sleep to take me. I was suddenly exhausted.

"Mrs. Somerhalder…" Someone whispered into my ear.

"Don't call me that, you jackass."

"Jessica Fain!" My mother exclaimed.

"Huh?" I sat up quickly. My mother was the one who called me that?

I looked at Ian, standing beside her smiling.

I exploded. "You fucking bastard! I cannot believe you would do this! I hate you! I hope-"

"Jessica!" My mother scolded.

I lowered my head.

"How dare you say that to your fiancée! I am appalled that-"

"He's not my fiancée!" I yelled.

"You're getting married and that's final!"

"You can't make me!"

"Yes I can young lady! I am your mother; that's my right! If you do not marry Ian than you will never see my face again!"

"Fine! Seems like a reward than punishment!" I yelled and jumped out of bed. I didn't even look at Ian, I just walked out of the room. My mother started walking towards me, but Ian murmured something and they were soon talking.

I got outside and blushed. I was still in my nightgown. I tried to open my car door when I hear a noise come from the house. Ian was at the window and held up my car keys. I glared and walked back into the house. My mother was waiting for me in the living room.

"Now, Jessica," She said. "Ian and I have worked this out. I will give you 3 days. If you don't try to fight it, and try to make this engagement work and it still doesn't work out, we will terminate it."

"And if not?" I snapped.

"You get married."

"Hell no!"

"Jessica!"

"He said 6 months! It's only been 6 DAYS! Only a 9 day engagement? What is up with that?"

"It's final Jessica." She said. She looked behind her to Ian and smiled. "It was a pleasure to see you again, Ian."

"You too, Miss Fain."

My mother gave me an awkward one-armed hug and left.

I looked at Ian once her car pulled out.

"I hate you."

He grinned. "I'll give you that one. Remember, make it wo-ork." He sing-songed.

I was about to say something vile to him when his lips touched mine.

Ugh!Yay!Crap!Woo!

Can'tBreatheCan'tBreatheCan'tBreathe

I opened my mouth to breathe and he obviously didn't take it that way.

"Gah!" I pulled away. "Freaking tongue raper!"

He laughed. "What? I don't think 'raper' is a word, my dear. It's 'rapist.'"

"Blech!" I fake-gagged.

"Oh, come on Jess." He leaned in close to me again. "you didn't mind it before."

I pushed him away. "I mind now!"

He smiled at me. "Please don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't pretend to hate me so much."

"Who's pretending?" I asked bitterly.

He rolled his eyes and took a step towards me, and I took a step back. He smiled mischievously and stepped towards me again. This time when I took a step back, I hit the couch and fell on it. He grinned and leaned down and kissed me.

Wait!No!Wait!Stop!Wait!

Oh Screw it…

Ok…um…question: If I had sex on a couch, even if it was with my "Fiancée", does that make me kinky or passionate?