AN: Jenna thank you once again and in regards to what you said, I completely agree. I intended this story to be 10 chapters, strictly scenes and just something I could write in a week where I had no assessments due. Sadly I've gotten too into the story! Now my plan is for 18 chapters and despite my best efforts the style has completely disappeared. I'm not sure how I'll finish writing this. They just got so darn interesting :P. I do apologise for making a mess of the format.

Incidentally there are both Stacey and Sam portions of this chapter.

"Look Stacey I just can't do it," Troy said, folding his arms after taking another swig at his beer. Three empty bottles sat on the table beside him.

"Why not?" Stacey asked sadly.

"Because I'm nearly twenty fucking two years old. Do you have any idea how god-damn creepy it would look for me to be going to a god-damn prom."

"But you're my boyfriend," she said turning her eyes up at him.

"Oh my god I hate it when you try to manipulate me like that," he replied narrowing his eyes.

"What did I do?" she asked, taken aback.

"What did I do?" he mimicked. "You always do that emotional manipulation shit."

Stacey sat dumbstruck. She had no idea what the hell he was talking about.

"Besides, what's the point of even taking you. It's not like I'll get anything out of it." He was glaring at her and this time Stacey knew exactly what he was talking about.

"I told you I'm not ready yet," she said quietly.

"Yeah well when the hell do you think you're going to be ready!" he exploded. "I never would have asked you out if I had known you were so fucking frigid."

Stacey felt the tears starting to well up in her eyes but she bit the side of her cheek refusing to let them fall.

"Especially when everybody knows you already fucked Sam fucking Thomas," he added bitterly.

"What?" Stacey gasped. She felt like someone had squeezed all of the air out of her lungs. "Who told you that?" she whispered.

"Evan," Troy sneered. Evan was his little brother. He had been in the same grade as Sam.

"He told me that he used to give it to you all the time. Why the fuck else would he have been interested in you." Troy snorted before finishing what was left of his bottle.

Stacey breathed again, clearly this had just been some rumour but it hurt all the same.

"It's not true," Stacey said, her vision now blurred with tears but she still refused to let them fall.

"It's not," he said disbelievingly.

"No of course not," she breathed against his neck as she moved her legs to straddle his lap. "How could it be," she continued now rubbing her hands over his shoulders. He had been jealous like this before, after all she had dated a lot and Troy had taken each date as a personal injury.

"You didn't sleep with that guy?" Troy demanded.

"No of course not," Stacey lied. "How could I want him and not you."

Troy seemed to accept this immediately, as soon as she had said it a smug smirk had appeared on his face.

"Yeah now that I think about it it does seem ridiculous," he said stroking the stubble on his face as he contemplated this new information. Stacey kissed a his neck gently before resting her head on his shoulder.

"I'm just scared," she said, which this time was 100% true. Though apparently this had been completely the wrong thing to say.

"Scared of what!" he fumed pushing her away. "What the fuck is there to be scared of?"

"I don't know," Stacey whimpered. Now even more determined not to cry.

"You do this on purpose don't you," he growled as he flipped her off his lap and crawled on top of her. "I'm sick of this juvenile bullshit, although what the fuck did I expect dating a fucking teenager. Here." He grabbed her hand and rested it between his legs. "You did this Stacey, now what the hell do you plan to do about it."

Even through his clothes she could feel he had started to get hard. As she looked down at the floor she discretely let her tears fall.

He seen her tears though and sneered again. "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought."

oxoxoxoxo

Sam slid the strap off the girls shoulder, watching as her dress slid down to reveal her underwear.

She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned his name. "Oh Sam," she breathed as he reached around to unhook her bra.

"Stacey," he moaned in reply. He froze, oh shit, he thought.

The girl pulled away and glared at him. "What the hell did you just call me?" she demanded.

"Uh." He was having the absolute worst deer in the headlights moment.

"What's my name Sam?" she asked, giving him what was perhaps the dirtiest look he had ever seen.

His mind raced but he couldn't think of a single thing.

"Goodnight Sam," the girl huffed, fixing herself up before slamming the door behind her.

Sam flopped back on his mattress. He reached around to the drawers he kept beside his bed and pulled out a photograph. It was a picture he and Stacey had taken together when they had first started going steady. He looked at it for a second before placing it on his chest and resting his hands behind his head.

Sometimes he really wished he was still sixteen.