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The next morning, Saint got up at the same time Jones did. Both the boys were still sleeping soundly so they decided to get ready for the day and make them all breakfast. After Saint's shower, she crept back into her room and smiled at her boyfriend. Travis had changed positions from laying on his side to being on his stomach. He had both his arms under her pillow and his face buried deep into it. She climbed back on to the bed and leaned down.

" Travis, wake up." She whispered. When he didn't move or make a sound, she started to run her finger tips up and down the center of his back. " Trav, wake up."

" Mmmm." He muttered, making her laugh.

" Come on. You need to get up."

" Five more minutes, Saint. Lay with me for five more minutes." He muttered.

" I can't. Jones and I are going to make you and Derrick breakfast." She said.

" I'd rather get laid again and go back to sleep than have breakfast. If you lay down, I promise you'll like it." He said, making her laugh again.

" I know I will but you're still half asleep. I'm going to give you ten minutes then I'll be back." She patted his back then left him to snuggle in her bed.

The rest of the day the four of them decided to stay indoors. Jones and Saint made the breakfast and woke both boys up. They all had school work to work on so afterwards, they went their different ways, Derrick to his room, Jones to hers, Travis to his old room, and Saint to their room. They stayed like that, all working away for a while. Travis got bored a few times and wandered back into her room.

He'd lay in her bed while she sat at her desk. He'd put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs at his ankles. He stared at her ceiling or watch her until she gently pushed him to go back to his room to work. He stayed there until after two then he pulled himself up from his computer and went back to her room, Mr. Sexy in hand.

Without her noticing, he tied it to her door knob then shut her door. Travis walked to her desk and pulled her pencil from her hand. He tugged her up while she giggled. He guided her to her bed even though she protested, swearing she needed to get her work done but not fighting him as he kissed and sucked against her neck. He claimed her body again with his mouth first then the rest of him. Since Saint was as shy and backwards with guys as he was with girls, it was easy for him to overcome his short comings. She made him feel confident and sure of himself.

Sunday was much of the same. Studying, eating, messing around. They were all a little tense, expecting the police to come in at any moment but no one came to the loft. A part of Saint wondered if she should call Nick's parents and explain what had happen but she didn't. She didn't know what Nick had told her about the break-up, if he had said anything at all.

Monday, late morning, found Derrick and Travis at the top of the stairs in the art building. Derrick had come to collect Travis. The two boys were going to meet their girls and go to the coffee cafe for a quick pick me up before their afternoon classes. Saint was somewhere in the building so the four were going to meet by the front entrance of the building.

" So let me ask you something." Derrick said, noticing that people were milling around, looking at what looked like a flier or a bundle of papers stapled together.

" And what's that?" Travis asked as he grabbed the straps of his bag.

" You think you and Saint are in it for the long haul? You think you two might have a future outside of school?" Derrick asked. The two boys started down the stairs to the main floor. Derrick frowned, wondering what everyone was looking at.

" Who knows? That's still two years away. Right now, I'd like to say yeah, but who knows?"

" You love her?"

" Yeah but I love you and Jones too. I'm not in love with her." Travis said.

" Not yet, you mean but it's there." Derrick said, making Travis chuckle.

" Yeah, not yet but it could turn into that. I'm way into her, you know? Her and I just fit together." Travis said as he looked across the building to the other stair case. Saint was making her way down the stairs, making him grin. Derrick grabbed one of the papers everyone seemed to be so into. " There she is now." Travis said, catching his girlfriend's eyes and loving how she smiled at him.

" Holy fuck." Derrick breathed out as he stopped walking in the middle of the stairs. Travis frowned and looked at him.

" What?" He asked. Derrick shook his head and handed the papers over to Travis.

" We have to get your girl and get her the fuck out of here, now." Derrick said, grabbing Travis' arm. As Travis started looking through the paperwork, he let Derrick pull him along.

The first page was a copy of the newspaper article Travis had read about Saint's mom. He frowned and flipped to the next page. It was a picture of her mom's mug shot along with her full name. The third paper had a copy of a picture of Saint and her mom with their arms around each other. Both were smiling. The words, " Like mother, like daughter." were printing at the top of the third page.

" Saint!" Derrick called out as Jones ran through the front door of the art building.

" Derrick!" She called out. Travis dropped the pages and looked up as Saint reached the bottom of her staircase and someone handed her the pages.

" No!" He yelled as he broke away from Derrick. He took off running as people started laughing and pointing to Saint. She frowned as she started flipping through the papers. Travis reached her quickly. He slapped the papers from her hands, sending them to the ground as he wrapped her in his arms. " Don't read it, Babe. Please!"

" Who did that?" Saint asked in a panic as she held onto his tight.

" It's Nick. He's in front of the building passing this out." Jones said as she and Derrick reached the couple. Saint pulled away from Travis to wipe at her cheek.

" What?" She asked.

" I'm going to kill him." Derrick said.

" Come on, let's get Saint out of here." Jones said. More people were staring at them. Others were pointing and laughing.

" He's out front, right now?" Saint asked.

" We'll take a back way. Travis, where is the back door?" Jones asked.

Saint frowned, shook her head and took off running. The three room mates yelled and followed after her. Saint hit the front door and threw it open. Nick was standing in the courtyard with stacks of papers in one hand, passing some out with the other. He was grinning and laughing with a few people that were coming up to him. She started after him, ignoring her friends and boyfriend as they called out to her.

" Sweetheart, how lovely to see you!" Nick said when he noticed her. " And you thought I didn't pay attention when you showed me around." She drew her little fist back and punched him in his already swollen bottom lip.

" Fuck you!" She shouted as he stumbled back.

" Wow! You pack a good punch." Nick said. " Did your hooker mom teach you how to defend yourself from Johns?"

" Eat shit!" She yelled as she moved to punch him again. Travis grabbed her around the waist, picked her up and turned her as she screamed.

" You're a real class act, you know that, man!" Derrick yelled as a crowd started to gather

" Calm down, Babe." Travis said as she fought against him to get to Nick.

" There is something seriously wrong with you!" Jones said, moving to Travis and Saint. Travis had brought them down to their knees as he whispered against her head, trying to calm her down.

" What's going on here?" Professor Goodwin said as he pushed through the crowd.

" This dipshit is passing out homemade fliers, trying to make Saint look like a hooker." Derrick said. The teacher bent down and grabbed one of the fliers.

" I am expressing my freedom of speech and media." Nick said as he swiped his hand over his bottom lip.

" And just who are you? Are you a student here?" Goodwin asked.

" No. He's Saint's ex." Jones said.

" Calm down, Saint. Just take some deep breaths." Travis was repeating.

" Alright, I want all those fliers destroyed, right now. And you, " Goodwin said as he pointed to Nick, "Need to leave the campus before I have you removed." Nick just grinned. He toss the rest of his work into the air, letting the wind scatter it around.

" See you around, Saint." He said before he walked away.

" Fuck you!" She shouted.

" Don't. Don't talk to him, Baby." Travis ran his hand through her hair. " Don't look at him."

" Derrick, help me collect all this stuff. Travis, maybe you should take our young friend home." Goodwin said.

" Let's go, Saint." Travis said softly, pulling her up. With his arm tightly around her, Travis led her away while Derrick, Jones, Goodwin, and a few others were gathering up the fliers.

But things weren't better at their loft. Nick had covered their front door with the flies. Travis yanked them all down, feeling his anger peak. He unlocked the door and gently guided Saint in. Her sharp intake of breath made him close the door and turn around quickly. Nick had gotten into the loft and plastered the flies down the front hallway.

" How did he get in here?" Travis snapped as he started ripping them down.

" He knows where the spare key is." Saint said softly.

" We're changing the locks. Stay here while I check around the loft, okay?" Travis asked. Saint closed her eyes and shook her head. The life she had tried to hide was smacking her in the face. She felt Travis' hands come to her neck a second before his thumbs started to stroke her cheeks and his forehead came to hers. " Hey, it's okay. We'll call the police, file a report or something. We'll make it so he can't come close to you or the campus, okay? Relax, please." She grabbed him by his wrists. Travis brushed his lips against hers. " Let me check our room then you can lay down."

" I hate him." She whispered. He sighed and rubbed his nose against hers.

" I know, me too. Come on, Baby." He said when he pulled away.