Hey guys. Two more chapters until you see the friends of the past that you are waiting for. I hope you guys can wait for that. That is definitely going to be when the story will get interesting, trust me. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, it's really just a filler, but I can't do anything more with it. So hopefully you guys don't hate me too much. As always, Read and Review!

Chapter 8: The Heat Up

"Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?" I asked.

"Yes. However, I am right." Zig replied.

"How could you possibly be right?" I asked confused.

"Because I am." He continued, smugly.

"Ugh. You are so irritating some times." I smiled, going back to my project. We were currently siting on my floor, working. Zig is helping me with my project for Thursday. It's currently Tuesday, so I have time, but I was struggling so he came to help.

"So are you excited about orientation on Friday?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah. I'm just hoping I won't screw this opportunity up. I mean, what if I can't adapt to a bustling newspaper environment? What do I do then?" I asked.

"I think you need to relax a little. Take your mind off of things." He suggested. "And I think I know exactly how to do that." He leaned over and moved my hair out of the way of my neck. I could feel his breath as he leaned in and then started kissing me at the base of my neck.

"You know, you are very distracting. It seems every time I have homework to do, you are trying to get into my pants." I teased.

"Well I wouldn't have to stoop that low if you would just put out already." He smirked, pulling back, before leaning in again.

"Pig." I smiled, leaning into him more, and giving him more access.

"That may be true, however, you still want me." He mumbled against my skin.

I felt him slide his hand to my inner thigh, which was exposed because I was currently sitting with my legs crossed. He began to run his hand up further, making me very nervous but also heated. I didn't want to go all the way yet, but I wasn't against it. He moved his hand to the danger zone, before running his fingers back and forth.

He started pushing his body against mine, signaling he wanted me to lay back. So I did. He moved over me, going back to focusing on his ministrations. He started rubbing me through my jeans, and I could feel myself heating up. I could also tell that he was enjoying this, because he was getting harder against my thigh.

I knew I was becoming flush, and he was getting excited. He shifted over me more, pushing out cores together while he removed his hand from between my legs. He moved his hand up under my shirt, while started moving his body against mine. I moved my legs apart, letting him fit in between them, as he pushed against me more vigorously.

It created a wonderfully pleasant sensation that I wasn't expecting. It was extremely nice, and I didn't know what to do. I had to break it to him that I wasn't going to have sex, but he was making me feel so good.

He began moving my shirt up, using both of his hands to do this, using his elbow to prop himself up, while moving his body against mine. He pushed my shirt up over my bra, moved his lips down onto my chest. He began kissing me everywhere that was exposed. I felt him begin to finger my bra and move his hands underneath.

He ended up moving my bra downwards under my breasts, so it pushed them up. He leaned down, and took hold of one of my breasts in his mouth, and it made me feel amazing. I didn't know how to respond, so I bit my lip. However, as the new sensation became more bearable, I was able to think a little more clearly.

The first thought that entered my mind was that, he wasn't Eli. I even felt like I was betraying Eli somehow because he never did this to me, because I didn't give him the chance. I left him before we could go past sleeping together once. We didn't do any of the stuff I have done, or I am currently doing. We kept things more basic, to start things off. I know he did that for my sake, and I began feeling horrible about doing this, now with Zig.

"Zig. I can't." I gasped, trying to find the words and the courage to tell him without making it seem like it was his fault. Because it wasn't. It's completely my fault.

"Come on, Clare." Zig said, releasing my breast. "Loosen up. You are so tense."

"Zig. I can't sleep with you." I stated, pushing him back a little. He exhaled a little before pulling away completely.

"You really don't understand the term 'casual'. Do you?" He smirked.

"Apparently not." I smiled back. Glad that we were back to joking again.

"Well then, come on. You have a project to finish." He sighed, moving back to his original sitting position.