* Please Review! Yeah, I would never let anyone talk to me like how Nick talks to her. Saint is different from my other OC's but I wanted her to be like Travis. I wrote a Gossip story with the OC being completely different from Travis so I wanted one where she was a lot like him plus the requestor of this story asked for that. I made Saint put up with shit but when she snaps, she snaps. Just like Travis did in the movie*

Travis stared into his beer later that night. He was alone in a crowded bar. Derrick was right. What he said to her was fucked up. He was a dick and he did like her. He didn't like Nick and it was more than just because he was an asshole who didn't deserve her. It was because Travis was jealous of him. He was insanely jealous. He hated that Nick got to hold her hand, got to hug her, kiss her and lay with her. Nick got to touch her when ever he wanted, however he wanted. He got to lay with her next him, feeling her against him. Travis and Saint had slept in the bed together a few times, on very drunken nights, but he had always made sure to stick to his side of the bed. Travis was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that Derrick had slipped down next to him.

" You alright, there Buddy?" Derrick asked. Travis nodded. " You gonna talk to her when she gets back tomorrow?"

" She doesn't want to talk to me." Travis muttered. He brought his beer to his lips and closed his eyes. He just wanted to drink and let the cold liquid wash away his thoughts.

" Don't give up, man." Derrick said. Travis frowned and looked at his room-mate.

" Why do you care so much?" He snapped. Derrick shrugged and turned in his bar stool. He leaned back so his back was against the counter and his elbows were resting on it.

" I don't know. Maybe I don't want to see her with that douch bag anymore. Maybe I want to see you happy for a change. Maybe I want to see you two together. Who knows?" He said. Travis looked back into his beer.

" Well, it's not going to happen so give it up." He snapped.

" Don't you think Saint needs someone to be nice to her instead a dick? I mean, she has a dick in her life now, she needs something new. You're a nice guy and you care about her." Derrick said.

" What the hell is your problem!" Travis almost yelled as he looked at him. Derrick frowned as he met Travis' eyes. " Just drop it already!"

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Saint was sitting on the bed the next morning while Nick showered. He hadn't asked to shower with her or asked her to come in with him and Saint was grateful. She was nervous because after his shower, he was taking her back to the loft and going to the airport. Saint didn't want to see any of her room mates. She didn't want to face them.

Nick's phone started ringing from its spot on the bed. She picked it up and frowned at his caller ID. The name simply said, Monday. She narrowed her eyes and sent the call to his voicemail then waited until it chirped, telling her the caller had left a message. She looked at the bathroom and listened to make sure he was still in the shower then she dialed in to his messages. His password was always the same. It was his old house number.

' Hey baby. I hope you had fun this weekend and I'm looking forward to our Monday night. I brought a new, sexy, little blue number that I can't wait to wear for you. I'm looking forward to licking some whipped cream off your body. Bye bye, my little Nicky.'

Saint swallowed hard as the sexy, soft voice giggled before she hung up. She hit the call end button and set the phone back on the bed. She should have known he was cheating on her. Jones had been right. She said no man could go a year without sex but Saint hadn't wanted to believe her. She grabbed his phone again and started going through his contacts.

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

Saturday

Sunday

There was a girl for every of the week.

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Travis was walking down the alleyway that was between their building and the next one. He had went out for coffee, alone. Saint was due back anytime and he was hoping she had come in early. He wasn't ready to see her, not yet. He needed to figure out what to say to her, how to make her listen to him. He needed to say he was sorry, what she did with that was on her, he told himself.

" Just shut the fuck up!" He heard Saint yell a second before there was a door slamming. He stopped at the entrance of the alleyway. He put his back to the wall so she couldn't see him.

" Saint! Don't you dare walk away from me!" He heard Nick yell.

" Oh I'm walking away! Just like I should have done years ago! I am done with you controlling me! I'm done with you talking down to me! I deserve better than someone who has a different girl for every day of the week!" She yelled.

" Shut the fuck up and get back into the car." Nick growled.

" No. You know what. This was a long time coming and you know it. I don't love you and you don't love me. Why are we doing this?" She asked in a calmer voice.

" Get your ass back into the car, now." Nick snapped.

" Goodbye, Nick." Saint said. Travis looked up as she started up the stairs. She was actually smiling. Travis started rubbing his cold hands together. He brought them to his mouth and blew into them.

" He's not going to want you!" Nick called out. Travis watched as Saint stopped walking but didn't turn around. " I know you think you're going to go in there and make Travis your little boyfriend but he won't want you once be finds out about your family." Saint closed her eyes and shook her head. " Think about it, Saint. How could he? Your dad didn't. He took off when you were a baby and your mom, well wait, maybe when he finds out that your mom is nothing but a whore, he might want you for the night. Yeah, he'll think like mother, like daughter."

" Travis doesn't think like that." Saint said. Nick laughed.

" He's a guy. He will think it. I know I did. I had hoped, after it all came out, that some of your mom's tricks rubbed off on you but they didn't. Your mom could do this thing with her tongue...amazing." Saint started to turn around slowly.

" What?" She asked.

" Well, I had the daughter, why won't I try out the mother? And you know what? She gives the best blow jobs. I never had sex with her but I know a lot of guys that did." Saint started back down the stairs. " Yeah, your mom had an amazing mouth. Best blow jobs I have ever had. Better than yours." Travis' hands went into fists. He wanted to jump out of the darkness and punch Nick in the mouth. " When you suck Travis off for the first time, swallow. Your hooker mom does. Although now, I'm sure she's eating pussy instead of sucking dick." There was a loud slap and the sound of something hitting the hood of a car. " What the fuck! You punched me, you stupid bitch!" Nick screamed. Travis smirked and wished he could have seen her knock Nick's teeth out.

" Go away, Nick." He heard Saint and knew she was coming up the stairs again.

" You are just like your mother! You are nothing but a whore and you're be back!" Nick yelled.

" No, I won't." Travis heard Saint mutter before she walked into their building and slammed the door.

Travis stayed against the wall until he heard Nick's car pealed out. He ducked his head out to make sure the coast was clear then jogged up the stairs. His mind was swirling around. What had happen to her mother? What was going to happen between Travis and Saint? Should he tell her he heard what happen? No, he didn't want to embarrass her. He ran up the staircase, feeling excited. She would talk to him now, she had too.

He was all grins when he opened the door to their loft. She was standing by the counter. Her head whipped around to see who came in. He offered her a small smile before he turned and shut the door to the loft. When he turned back around, Saint was nowhere in sight. He frowned and started down the hallway. He started unwinding his scarf from his neck.

" Saint?" He called out. A second later her bedroom shut. He set his scarf down on a stool by the counter than stripped off his coat before he headed over to her room. " Saint." He said as he reached her. He knocked lightly against her door.

" Go away, Travis." She called out.

" Come on, Saint. Talk to me, please." He stepped back when she threw open her door.

" Take these." She said as shoved a bunch of pictures into his arms.

" What are these?" He asked as he looked down. He frowned and shook his head, looking back at her quickly. " I made you these." He said softly.

" Yeah, you did and now I want them gone." Saint said.

" Saint, come on, don't do this. I drew and painted these things for you because I wanted you to have them." Travis said.

" Yeah and now I don't want them anymore. You and I are no longer friends so why would I want your shit with me?" She snapped.

" Saint..." She slammed the door in his face.