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Mike’s POV

I woke up the next morning in bed with Nat, only she was practically on the edge of the bed, lying on her side. I sucked my teeth and curled an arm around her waist. “C’mere. Why are you so far away?” I whispered in her ear. She grumbled a little, but quieted when I pulled her close to my chest and nuzzled her neck.

“Mike,” She purred. “Stop. I’m sleeping.” I chuckled and ignored her, rubbing my chin against her neck and kissing there lightly. “Knock it off, Carden.”

Rolling my eyes, I kept at it, dropping one of my hands down her hip to her thigh, rubbing her soft skin. Nat sighed and turned over onto her back, looking over at me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I asked, leaning down and kissing her mouth gently. She pulled away at first, but then obviously changed her mind as I felt her tongue searching for mine. “Mmm, yeah, that’s more like it.” We kissed hard, all kneading tongues and wandering hands. I knew I had her when she whimpered and threw her arms around my neck, so I shifted, gently nudging her on her back until I was hovering above her between her legs.

That’s when the door crept open and I saw Taylor standing there staring looking lost and definitely upset.

She grumbled something and I looked down at Nat, who shrugged. I groaned and rolled away from her, burying myself into the blankets. Nat pulled the sheets up and looked a little worried. “Tay, are you okay? You don’t look so good.” She asked.

“Not talking about it now. Not while he’s still here, at least.” She spat, glaring at me slightly, digging around in her belongings and then going into the bathroom and slamming the door. Nat gave me a look that I totally understood. It was time for girl talk, and that was my cue to leave. We both got up and started to dress, her in her abandoned robe and me in my clothes from the night before.

“See you later.” She said nonchalantly, and then didn’t even bother to walk me out the door. I walked out and let it close, trudging back to my own room and taking my time because nine times out of ten, the reason Taylor was so upset was because of Bill. And he wasn’t exactly the best person to be around when he was pissed/upset. When I got outside the door, I took my time slipping the key card in and opened the door slowly. It was dark, no lights, no TV, and I saw a shadow of what appeared to be Bill’s slim form lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling.

“Hey... isn’t this the reason you need reading glasses?” I joked cautiously.

He groaned. I rolled my eyes. “Not in the mood Mike, seriously.”

Holding back a sigh, I sat down on the opposite bed and strained to see him through the dark of the room. “Okay... I’ll bite. What’s up?”

“Apparently, I’m going to be a dad...” He sighed. “And I may have had the speaker on my phone when Christine called.” I nearly choked on my own damn spit.

“...What? That’s why Taylor’s upset? Holy fucking shit.”

He sat up so fast it almost scared me (Hey, I said almost damn it.). “You saw her? She’s upset? How upset?”

Dude was freaking out.

“Calm down. She’s with Nat now. But she’s obviously upset. She slammed a few doors and definitely looked like she’d been crying... Or had been up all night. I figured she was here with you.”

“She left hours ago.” Bill said sourly with a shake of his head.

“That’s weird cause I was with Nat all night... She just got in... I wonder where she...” I decided not to finish that sentence.

“Figures. She knew you were there though.” He said, sighing again and falling back on the pillows.

“So... what happened?” I asked, grabbing up my clothes for the day.

William told me everything that happened between him and Taylor earlier this morning and the only thing I could think about the whole time was that Christine was pregnant. Both girls must be devastated, because I could tell Bill certainly was. This was the exact shit that was keeping me from getting involved with any chick any deeper than I already was. It’s just not worth it, and if Natalie didn’t get it, then it was just too bad.

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Taylor’s POV

I took the door slam as a cue to start crying again. Fuck. I wish I could stop crying. But I guess it was too much for me to handle. Besides, it was better if I cried while I was alone and no one saw my pathetic state. Cause it was really pathetic. We were nothing, our relationship was just about sex, and it shouldn’t hurt as it does. But it does anyways.

I let the water hit my back for the longest time before starting to soap up and rub him out of my skin, like it was possible. I was hitting my head on the tiles when I heard Nat knocking.

“Tay? What’s wrong, what happened?”

I sighed. “I’m… fine…” I hit my head again and turned the water off.

“No, you’re not… Something happened. What did he do?” She insisted.

I wrapped myself with a towel and dragged my feet out of the bathroom before answering, passing by her side and sitting on the bed.

“Besides procreating by knocking up Christine?”

“What? …She’s fucking… Are you serious? When did he…” Natalie stammered and looked at me in disbelief, falling by my side. “Well fuck… how did you find out, he told you?”

“I don’t know… they had a thing like 2 months ago. When we were in Chicago…” I shook my head at remembering the party and her hanging from his neck. “She called him at like 4 am, and he put it on speaker by accident.” I looked down with another sigh as Nat shook her head.

“Damn... so what happened after that? Did he say something to hurt you because I swear…”

“He didn’t say anything… I just took my clothes and left.”

“So... What happens now?” I was still staring at the floor, but Nat was looking at me.

“I have no idea…” I sighed again… I have to stop doing that. “I can either leave now or wait another two weeks to get back to the States and then leave.” I rubbed my face and stared at the ceiling. “But I don’t want this anymore.”

“So you’re leaving? Girl. No. You have to stay and make him MISERABLE.” She said energetically. I wish I shared her enthusiasm.

I shook my head. “I can’t do it. I can’t even stand the sight of him right now cause I wanna rip his head off.” Here come the tears again… “I’m just going to disappear from his life. What’s the point of staying around anyways?” I stood up again and fumbled with my clothes, choking back the tears.

“To make him feel just as bad as you, for one. And who’s going to take care of me if you leave for two?” Nat said pulling a pathetic pout. I raised an eyebrow as I usually did, followed by the snarky comment.

“I think Brendon and Carden can do the job.” I deadpanned. “I don’t need this, Nat. I don’t need this; I don’t need the money… I only stayed because he asked me to.”

Nat shook her head and crossed her arms. “No. If you leave, I’m leaving…” She said firmly, then she realized… “Wait. Where did you stay last night?”

I couldn’t help blushing. “Ryan’s room.” I said looking away.

I heard her stifle a giggle, sitting Indian style on the bed. “Are you serious?” Now she had a creepy smile on her face. That’s my move! “You can’t leave... because you don’t owe Bill shit. And…” Even creepier smile. I wonder if I look like that when I do it. “There’s Ryan…”

“There’s no Ryan, Nat. I just found him on the elevator and offered me his room since I couldn’t go back to William’s and certainly couldn’t come back here.”

“He offered you his room though, and I know you think he’s cute… Plus you know you could’ve come back here. I would’ve kicked that fucker out.”

“Yes, he did that cause he’s nice and saw me upset. End of it.” I finished dressing and fell on the bed again. “I wasn’t interrupting, Nat, you know I hate that. My other choice was the rooftop.”

“Okay, I’ll stop... but you can’t go.” She sighed. “Prove you don’t need him. Pretend he means nothing, I guarantee he realizes what he lost in no time. Then you can burn his ass. It’ll feel great.”

“I bet it will…” I lied down, snuggling a pillow. “I have two weeks to think about it. There’s no way I can leave now anyways.”

“Good. I think I’m going to shower and grab some breakfast, want anything back?” She asked standing in front of me.

“No, thanks, I’m not hungry… just let me know when the van leaves.” I rolled over and sighed, still clutching the pillow. Truth is, I felt like staying in the room for the next two weeks.

“Okay…” Nat said with a sigh before going to the bathroom.

I was getting half comfy to start crying yet again, when my phone buzzed letting me know I had a new text. I didn’t wanna read it, it was probably William… but for the same reason I reached for it and read the message.

Hope ur feeling better. Wanna grab some lunch later? =) …RR

Even when my eyes were bursting out tears, I smiled.