Author's note: A little late...but I do not own the characters. I just own my plot and nothing else. I realized that I didn't put this on the first chapter. Please forgive this fanfic writer. I do not know what I am doing.

Nazz sat in stunned silence.
Dee remained emotionless.

"Our sex life is none of your business, Rockwell." Nazz seethed. He had hit a nerve. He inspected her for a moment, wondering what the best course of action would be. He knew from Nathaniel that they hadn't done anything. That Kevin was still a virgin in every sense of the word and that Nazz wore the clothes she did to garner the attention she so desperately craved. Maybe he can play off that. He smiled coyly.

"Did you know, Nazz, that virgins are easily picked out of a crowd?"

"What?" She shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh yes. They dress and look differently than those who do have sex."

She glowered. She didn't like where this was going. Had he figured out that they hadn't actually had sex yet?

"Let me explain. The female anatomy is quite intriguing. It's wonderful in all its perplexities. But, the way they dress is quite fascinating. For a female who wants sex, they dress provocatively. They show skin where they should show skin. Then when the deed is achieved, they dress more modestly. For example. I had a partner a few years ago who would out on clothes that showed just the right amount cleavage. Whenever she would wear shorts or a skirt, it was just the right length. Her makeup and hair was done in the way that I liked. It told me she wanted me to fuck her in the way it left her blissed out and in a certain head space. Afterwards, she would put more modest clothes on. Having achieved her goal." He stopped for a moment, letting her take the few seconds to comprehend what that meant. He continued.

"But you, on the other hand, show too much skin for anyone's liking. You aren't modest at all. Your makeup is garish to the point you look like a clown. Your hair is too blonde it's almost damaged. You present yourself in a way no one would think twice to look at you. You show too much skin for someone who fucks herself with a purple dildo on a nightly basis because her "boyfriend" is subconsciously repulsed by you. Your touch. The way you breath makes his skin crawl. At least when he was with me, he was loved. Truly loved. Can you say that?"

Silence. Complete silence. Then...

"HOW DARE YOU!? You come into MY home and INSULT ME? You imply that I am a hoe?! Why? Because of the way I dress? And you know absolutely nothing about my and Kevin's relationship. You left him. Remember that? I was there to comfort him. He came running to me! ME! I will have you know that Kevin fucks me in ways that you wish you could! He fucks me every night in that chair you're sitting in. He fucks me so good I'm left wanting more. He loves the way I dress! He loves that I show off my body the way I do and he loves that every one looks! How dare-!"

"Nazzakeen, shut the fuck up."
"What?" She squeaked.

He smirked. "He hates the way you dress. The way you look. The way you get stares from every boy passing by. It makes him uncomfortable."
"He loves me in ways he couldn't possibly love you."

"No, no he doesn't. He hasn't loved anyone since the day I left him in that janitors closet."

Nazz looked at him. He kept eye contact with her. He didn't want to give her anything to latch onto. For almost 5 years he has felt the weight of leaving Kevin become heavy with regret. Then suddenly...something clicked inside Nazz's mind.

"Oh my god...you're here to get him back aren't you?" She was panicking now. He could see it written on her face. He tried not to smile.

"I'm here to make sure he's okay. He doesn't know that I'm here either."

Buzz

Dee looked at his phone. "It seems it would be time for me to go, Nazz. It was lovely to catch up with you." She watched as he left.

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Nathaniel: He's on his way back. He forgot his book for class. You need to leave.

D. Delicious: I'm leaving now.

Nathaniel: Are you leaving or standing on the other side of the road being a creep? -_-

D. Delicious: I'm behind a tree.

Nathaniel: Why can't you just tell him you're here? I know you want to see him.

D. Delicious: I don't want to ruin his way of life here. He's already had 5 years without me. I'm only here to make sure he's okay. Once we all graduate, I'll leave him be.

Nathaniel: You don't believe that..

Nat sighed and put his phone down. He wondered why his friend tortured himself like this. He knew he still loved the fiery red head and had some regrets leaving him when he did. He was furious when he was informed what kind of relationship he was in. The bruises and the mental instability that seemed to have come along with it. He hadn't heard from Dee for days after that. When he did, he was at Peach Creek University talking with the Dean about transferring. It was all he could do to keep Kevin from seeing him. He was shaken from his reverie by Kevin's hand on his shoulder.

"You good, Nat? I've been talking to you for about ten minutes now and you haven't said anything."

"I'm sorry, Kev. What were you saying?"

"Is Double Dee here?"

"What?" Nat's eyes got as big as saucers.

"Don't lie to me...is Eddward Rockwell here? Nazz just said he was at the house."

Oh no...this is not good. He thought.