At the end of senor year Jon started dating an ugly old red head and it was much longer after that that Helena had moved it. She was skanky and been with almost very wrestler she laid eyes one. Snowie hated her and oddly enough it had little to do with Jon. Her whole attitude pissed Snowie off and if she had anywhere else to go, and she'd honestly looked, she would. She couldn't figure out what Jon saw in her, until one night at the club.

"Georgia!"

"Hey Miss Monroe. What's up?"

"What did the red head tell you?"

Georgia shrugged. "Bought the hottie a lap dance. Why?"

"That hottie is my best friend. And I wondered what he seen in her. Now I know."

"Wait that's Jon?"

"Yes. That's Jon."

Kelly walked up behind her. "Where?" Georgia pointed to the long haired dirt blonde. "Oh wow. No wonder you live with him. You getting any on the side?"

"Kelly!" She laughed and playfully slapped her friend. "Not anymore." She admitted walking away.

She heard Georgia and Kelly gossip as she turned to wait her tables. She stopped and counted: Bald guy, guy in the Italian suit, the guys from the Village People, another Italian suit and curly red head setting next to a long hair hot dirty blonde…Jon? No!

"Hey Lindsay!"

"Nope."

"Damn." She mumbled setting her tray on the bar and adjusted her outfit. If she had to tell Jon her little secret then she was going to look damn good doing it. She dropped drinks off at her other table and checked on the Village People before reaching them. "Hi." She planted a fake smile on her face. "What can I get for you?"

"I'll have a martini on the rocks."

"Bee…"Jon looked up."…er."

"Alright. Be right back." She forced herself not to run from his stare.

She went to the bar ordered the drinks she needed and ran to the bathroom. Oh god, he wasn't supposed to look at her. But then Sasha was on the stage and tiny sticks had never kept his attention for long. She lead against the wall, damn why couldn't Lindsay just trade her tables, on freaking table! She heard a knock.

"Occupied." She called. The handle jiggled again. "Dude I said occupied."

"It's me." Jon called.

"Fuck." She stood up and unlocked the door. "What?"

When he was inside she locked the door and slide back down it. He didn't talk just looked at her. She wanted to ask what again but didn't. She wasn't ashamed to work at the club it was good money and with Eric the bouncer watching their backs the creeps stayed away.

"What, is what I should be asking you. As in what the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh aren't we hypocritical! I work here. And you mister under twenty one?"

"Like they care about age here. Obviously." He waved his hand at her.

"I'm only a waitress, thank you. Do you know how much trouble you could get into?"

There was another knock. "Monroe drinks up."

"Okay!"

"Monroe?" Jon questioned.

"Yeah sounds better than Snowie and any other person, besides you, who calls me Snow White is going to get hit. I got to go." She said walking out the door.

She walked into the house after her shift to find Jon sitting alone on the couch. The others had moved on to other companies or just moved out. She and Jon had lived in a weird fwb yet not relationship for a few weeks before Helena and him had got together. The weird thing about Jon was when he was actually with a girl he was more loyal than a dog but when he was single watch out ladies.

She knew Helena the Hideous couldn't be far away, maybe lurking in the shadows. "Where's Helena?"

Jon shrugged. "She's asleep."

"You know I love you and try to stand any rat that stays over but I can't stand her."

"I know you can't that's why I normally have her away from you."

"Oh thanks for that." She set on the couch. "I've been working at the club for a year or so now. I never told anyone so don't feel left out. No I'm not embarrassed or whatever I just didn't want to hear about how bad it is."

He set there staring at her. "Okay. But you aren't stripping."

"You know you can't actually tell me what to do."

"I can and will."

"You wish." She rolled her eyes. "You and Hor…Helena…" She smiled sweetly. "…are going to Philly this weekend right?"

He gave her a disapproving look. "Snow." He warned and she just looked at him. "Yes it's a title match. I thought you were coming."

"I have to work but I will so be watching it."

"Why by the way?"

She smiled. "Because I have a date."

"You think."

"Yep." She said walking away.

He thought he could control her, he was wrong and he needed to learn that. Oh hell they both needed to learn that. She'd sneaked around with Eric for the last few week and it was time Jon and she both realize he couldn't claim her but her not be his only girl. Fuck that. She was going to date and screw who she wanted when she wanted. Unfortunately she really wanted to screw Jon and that couldn't happen right now. She needed to get rid of Helena. But how?

That weekend she brought Eric home and had a great night that lasted the whole weekend. When Jon came in that Sunday night he walked in to Snowie bouncing on Eric's dick in the living room. He barely got a word formed in his head when Helena spoke up.

"Damn can we join?"

"Oh fuck. Jon. Helena." Snow had jumped up and found a shirt to cover herself with.

Eric shoved himself in his jeans. "I thought they weren't coming home until tomorrow."

"Well that's what I thought." She looked toward Jon. "Do you mind?" She waved her hands around.

"Yeah, kinda." He said.

"I meant will you go away and take that with you." She was not in the mood to deal with Helena.

Eric spoke up. "I think we should take her up on her offer to join."

"And I think you need to get out and not call me again after that comment." Snowie pushed him toward the door. Why was it the guy she really liked? Ugh! Once he was out the door she leveled her gaze on Helena. "Well it was a nice weekend. I'm going to bed."

The look on Jon's face said it all last night he not only had walked in on Snowie riding another guy but Helena had wanted to join them. Was she crazy? Not only did he not want any other guy to fuck Snowie he didn't want a girl to either.

"Morning, sexy on legs." Helena said, not so much sarcasm dripped from the words, walking into the kitchen carrying Jon's laundry.

"Whatever. You know you're not his mother, right?" Snow said annoyed.

"I do it because I love him no other reason."

"Does he know that?" She mumbled walking out of the kitchen.

Helena came rushing back into the living room. "What did you say?"

Jon came out of his room then and looked at both of them with a tired face. He ran a hand through his hair and walked past them. They had gotten into arguments before so he just let them go at it. He grabbed a carton of juice and a box of cereal and walked back to the living room.

"Oh Jon! You can't eat like that!" Helena said motherly.

"See that's exactly what I mean." Snowie defended her point. "He's nineteen not nine. The man can eat how and what he wants. And while we're at it he can do his own freaking laundry."

Jon swallowed a mouthful. "You're actually arguing about me? What the hell?"

"Well we weren't but…"

"…Yes we kinda were. At least I said you weren't his mother and then you said you did it because you love him and then…"

"Wait…what? You love me?" Jon stepped between them.

"Well I…I…yes I love you. I'm in love with you and I want to see where we can go from…"

"…Whoa stop. No. Just no. Shacking up and screwing is one thing but this…" He stopped to take a breath and heard Snow take her leave. "…this is not going to work."

"It's all because of that little bitch, isn't it?"

Snowie turned and walked back. "Excuse me?"

"It's her or me Jon. Choose. Which is it?"

Jon stood staring at her like her second head had finally showed itself. "What?" He and Snowie said together.

"Choose! Me or her."

"What the hell. My girlfriend or my best friend?"

"Yes." Helena said her hands on her hips.

"Fuck you. Seriously, what is your drama?" Snowie asked. Normally she stayed out of Jon's arguments but she'd gone too far.

"Snow." Jon warned. "Helena, let me make it clear. I don't choose any woman over my friends, especially not Snowie." When she just stood there still waiting he let out an annoyed type of growl. "Ugh! What I meant was get your shit and get out of my life." Snowie just stood there even after Helena pushed passed her. She was staring at Jon in disbelief. He looked back at her with a look. "Sorry Snow White you're stuck with me."

She laughed a genuine laugh for the first time since he'd introduced her to Helena. "Oh brother! Am I ever! I tried to teach us both a lesson, that you couldn't tell me what to do or who to be with and not only did it backfire big time but now we're both single, again!" She threw her hands up in the air and threw herself dramatically backwards on the couch. "What is a girl to do?"

Helena walked back through with a bag in her hand. "Jon. I…"

He held up a hand. "I said leave. The only place I want to see you is at work, actually I don't want to see you there either." She walked toward the door. "Wait Helena there is something you need to know. Snow's right I don't need a mother and I was about to break up with you when you started on the whole go from here thing. Sorry but it's true and I didn't want Snowie being blamed."

"Whatever, Jon." She said slamming the door.

Snowie wanted to do a little jig. Until Jon turned toward her. "What?"

"I'm an idiot." He sighed and walked down the hall leaving her standing there.

She sighed and began to pick up her mess. The weekend had been really fun, she thought with a secret smirk, even if she had almost called out Jon's name a few times. He was under her skin, running through her veins. She sighed again and walked to her room to get her toiletries bag. She heard a loud crash that made her jump. She knocked on the door but only heard his stereo blare in response.

"Oh hell no boy." She twisted the knob and rolled her eyes when it sprang open, of course it wasn't locked. "Jon?" She looked around the room. "What the hell happened?"

"You're asking the wrong person, Snow." He replied picking up his things. When he picked up a tiny stuffed bear and placed it back on the dresser he said, "At least she's gone now."

She knew he had said it more to himself than to her so she didn't respond to that. "What is…you still have that?"

She was asking about the ring. She remembered the night she'd given him the tiny toy bear. It was the day after he had moved into her house. They had been talking about how many stuff animals she had and she'd thrown it at him and said something about him starting his own collection. She picked it off the dresser and he grabbed it and put it back.

"It doesn't move."

"Okay, sorry. I didn't think you would still have it." She said falling back on his bed.

"Yeah well…never mind. You gonna help me clean up or what?"

"Nope. But I will set here while you clean." She smirked.

"Bitch." He said laughing.

"Oh you scar me." She replied sarcastically.

"Shut up." Jon stuck his tongue out at her as he started picking things up again.

"You know where you can put that." She said without thinking. And then she thought about it and laughed when he gave her an odd look. "That wasn't supposed to come out like that."

"Sure."

Later that night they went to their own rooms, neither of them knowing really what to do or how to act. They were both single but less than a full day for them both. Eric had called her and she'd told him exactly what he'd done wrong. Jon had held back a laugh the entire time she'd been on the phone. She thought he was literally going to die of laughter when she'd hung up and he'd cracked up. She had looked at him critically until she too had to laugh.

Snowie laid in her bed and glared at the clock its numbers glared back 4:55. She wanted to scream she had tossed and turned the whole night. Tomorrow was graduation but she wasn't excited for two reasons. One was because Jon didn't get to walk since he had to do summer school to get the credits to graduate and two her mother would be there as would Matt and they wanted to take her to dinner afterwards. She hadn't told Jon but she didn't think she could actually face Matt without him. She got out of bed and walked out. Jon's door was open and he wasn't in his bed. She walked to the living room to find him on the couch.

"Hey." He said sleepily.

"Can't sleep either?"

He held out his arm to her and she went to the side of the couch. He grinned and pulled her to him. She laughed as he curled her to fit the curve of his body. He kissed the top of her head. "So you excited about tomorrow?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Why not, Snow White?"

"I don't know."

"Liar." He called her out.

"Fine my mom and Matt want to take me out for dinner after the ceremony."

He pressed his hand to her jaw and pushed. She turned her head back to look at him and wished he would just kiss her and forget about what she just said. He didn't.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he actually sounded hurt.

"I don't know. I wish I had though. I don't want to go by myself but I didn't think I could get you to go."

He raised up suddenly and she fell to her back. "I may kinda hate Matt but I love you so yea if you want me to go I will."

"Really? And no fighting?" She stayed where she was lying.

He leaned down and did what she had wanted him too. He kissed her. "No fighting unless he says something or does something." He said when he raised up.

"Deal. Now get back here."