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I stared at my reflection in the mirror of the nearly dark bathroom of the club. The fog was settling from the two smoking girls who exited prior to me being in there. I just stood there staring. I couldn't get the feeling of his arms around me off of my skin. His breath in my ear continued to tickle me and give me goosebumps.

"Damnit," I whispered to myself.

Why did he have to do this? Why did he have to be like this?

I took a deep breath and walked away from my reflection. It was definitely time to go. I needed to go before I got into trouble.

I stepped out of the bathroom and was immediately jerked to the back hallway leading to the back entrance. I would have yelled out for help, but someone had put a hand over my mouth. I was pushed against the wall with a body pressing firmly into mine. My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the hallway and focused on those eyes.

He just stared into my eyes with his own, not saying a word. He hadn't spoken one word to me since I had first seen him on the street that day. It was killing me. I wanted him to say something; anything.

He stood there with his hand still covering my mouth. I felt his body press into mine more and I closed my eyes. He was torturing me now. My eyes flew open when I felt his hand leave my mouth to only be replaced with his lips. He hungrily started to kiss me.

My first thought was to push him away, but that was quickly washed away as soon as memories swarmed my mind of the way things used to be. I felt his hands go around my waist and up my back as his lips assaulted my own. I was trying to keep up with him, but he was kissing with such aspiration. It was as though this was the last kiss we never had. I let a small moan escape my lips when I felt his hand gently start to massage my breast. It had been so long since I had felt his touch.

My head was starting to become cloudy. I couldn't tell if it was from the fog machine near the dance floor, the cigarette smoke, the alcohol, or just from pure lust, but the ability to see and think clearly had long been gone.

His lips moved quickly from my mouth and trailed down my jaw to the spot he knew drove me crazy. It was the spot that he always paid the most attention to when we would make out. He kissed and licked the spot under my ear on my neck causing me to gasp with pleasure. I pulled him closer to me wanting to feel his warmth again.

His hands skillfully unbuttoned my jeans and found their way into my panties. I knew I should have stopped him. I should have pushed him away, but I needed this from him. I needed to be with Pete again.

"Oh God," I moaned out as I felt him stick a finger inside of me.

His hands worked fast and expertly as he got me off in the darkened hallway of the club. Pete's mouth came back to my own in order to keep my moans at a hushed tone. I kissed him with desperation and he returned it in full force. I noticed a low groan come from the back of his throat. It was the first sound I had heard him make all week.

I threw my head back in pleasure as Pete kissed my neck once more. I pulled him as close to me as I physically could. I bit my lip hard only allowing a low moan to escape my lips as electric waves spread through my body. I shook with pleasure and looked back into Pete's eyes. He was breathing just as hard as I was. I wanted him to say something.

"Izzy?" we heard Patrick's low voice call into the lady's bathroom.

"Get out of here, you freak!" we heard a girl shriek.

Pete put a single finger up to my lips to keep me quiet.

"Hey, you find her?" we heard Joe ask sounding out of breath.

"No, I don't know where she went," Patrick sounded frustrated.

"Have you seen Pete? Maybe she's with him," Joe suggested.

"I haven't seen him either," Patrick said.

"I bet he went out back," Joe said.

My eyes grew large. If they came looking for Pete back here they would surely find us in this compromising position.

Pete just pecked my lips sweetly and walked away from me. I instantly felt a sense of longing to have his body next to mine the moment I felt his absence.

"Hey guys. What's up?" Pete asked nonchalantly.

"Pete, where the hell have you been?" Joe asked shocked.

"Out back for some fresh air, why?" Pete asked.

I could hear their words become fainter signaling that Pete was leading them away from the bathrooms.

"Is Iz with you?" Patrick asked sounding worried.

I felt bad. I never meant to worry him.

"No. I haven't seen her," Pete said.

That was the last of their conversation that I heard. I took a deep breath and slid down the wall. What had just happened? Was I dreaming? I needed to get out of there. I left through the back door and walked to my hotel room.

I sent a text to Patrick to let him know that I wasn't feeling well and that I needed to leave. He, of course, was angry with me for not letting him bring me back to the hotel.

I didn't know what time it was when I finally got back to the hotel. All I remember was falling face first on the bed and passing out. Exhaustion had taken my body hostage.

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"I could do this forever," I said as we laid in my bed together.

"What?" Pete asked looking down on me.

"Kiss you," I said simply.

"Really?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"Why do you sound so shocked?" I asked him.

"Well, I thought for sure you would have said cuddling or something along those lines. You really like kissing me that much?" he mused.

"I don't like it. I love it," I said pulling him down for some more kisses.

"Well, I like kissing you too. I like kissing you here," he said kissing me on my forehead. "I like kissing you here," he said kissing me on the tip of my nose. "I like kissing you here," he said kissing me on the lips. "And I especially like kissing you here," he said kissing me on my neck right under my ear.

I let a sigh leave my lips and I could tell Pete was smiling.

"You know my weakness. It's not fair," I pouted slightly.

"Why the pout?" he asked laughing slightly. It was the most sexy laugh that made my heart flutter when he did so.

"Because I don't know yours," I admitted.

"Oh, I think you do," he said leaning back slightly on his arm.

"I do? What is it?" I asked excitedly.

"It's you," he said simply.

"Me?" I asked not believing what he had just said.

"Yeah, you. You are my biggest weakness; everything about you. They way you tilt your head down and look up at me with your big brown eyes when you want something, or the way that you throw your head back when you laugh, or when you purse your lips together when you are concentrating. All that you do makes me want to sigh," he said laying his head next to mine on the pillow.

I was speechless. I wasn't expecting him to say that at all. It had been weeks since we had been intimate. Things were starting to go better since he was put on medication, but it always made him so tired. I was ecstatic when he came over with that passion-filled look on his face.

"My phone is off and I want you," is what he said when I opened the door.

Now here we were lying in my bed and being the old Izzy and Pete. It was so comfortable. It made me think that there was a possibility that things were going to get better soon.

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I woke up to what felt like an earthquake and I probably would have panicked if I was in California.

I turned over to see JB looked down on me not looking amused at all.

"JB? What are you doing here?" I asked confused.

"Are you ok?" he asked sounding angry. "I mean you're not sick or dying or anything, right?"

"No, why?" I asked him still very confused.

"Well, you missed the game, you wouldn't answer your phone, and I didn't hear from you. I thought you were dead," he said sounding angry.

"I missed the game?" I sat up quickly and regretted it just as fast. I put my hand up to my head.

"Yeah, you missed the game, Izzy," he crossed his arms over his chest.

"JB, I'm sorry," I said looking up at him. I wasn't confident enough with standing quite yet.

"That's all you got? What the hell happened to you? You look like you've been to hell and back. You're still in your clothes from yesterday and you've got make up smeared all over your face," he said shocked.

I felt like my father was lecturing me. I just sat there with my head down praying he would lower his voice and get me some water. I really wanted water.

"JB, please, calm down. I didn't mean to drink as much as I did. Please, I'm sorry," I said putting my head in my hand.

"What the hell is that!?" JB yelled even louder now.

I was starting to get irritated.

"What the hell is what and why the hell are you shouting!" I yelled now.

"That! You have a fucking hickey on your neck!" he got closer to me and pushed my hair out of the way.

My hand instinctively went to cover it as I got up off the bed and ran towards the mirror. I was speechless when I had seen the mark that Pete had left on my neck. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

I came out of the bathroom to see JB sitting on the bed looking into his hands. Instantly I felt tears sting my eyes.

"God, JB, I don't know where this came from. It isn't what you think it is," I knew I should have told him the truth, but that would be the end to us and I just couldn't bear to loose him now.

"What's going on Bella?" he asked looking up at me with a sad expression.

"I'm sorry," I burst out into tears and fell to my knees. I couldn't lie to him. He was too important in my life to lie to him.

JB got off the bed and kneeled down in front of me.

"Tell me. What happened," he said lifting my chin slightly.

"It was Pete," I sobbed out.

JB's eyes went to stone. He was angry.

"I'm so sorry, JB. I don't even know how it started, but all of a sudden I was there and he was kissing me. So much happened so fast that I didn't know how to stop it," I said crying.

JB just nodded and pulled me into his arms.

"Don't leave me. Don't hate me for being weak," I sobbed into his chest.

"I'm not going to leave you and I don't hate you," he said quietly.

"You should, though. You should hate me because I don't like myself very much right now," I said quietly.

"Bella, I'm not gonna say that I'm not hurt, but I don't hate you. I hate him for taking advantage of you while you were in the state that you were. I've seen the effects that this boy has on you, and it makes me hate him so much for what ever he did to you when you two were together," JB said looking me in the eyes.

I wasn't expecting him to say any of those things. I just felt an overpowering sense of relief when he said that he didn't hate me.

"I love you so much," I cried and hugged him tightly.

"I love you too, Bella," he said and rocked me back and forth as we sat on the floor.

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"Are you sure you want to go?" I asked as I got ready to go out with JB.

He had just finished his last game in Chicago and they had a travel day the next day, so the boys wanted to go out to the club to celebrate their away game winning streak.

"Yeah, of course," he said from the bathroom.

"We might run into him," I warned strapping my shoe around my ankle.

"It's fine, Bella. As long as he stays away from you and me, I'll be fine," he said coming into the room dressed nicely and smelling ever nicer.

"You look great," I smiled at him.

"You too," he said sounding shocked.

I looked down at the ensemble that I had bought that morning before JB's game. I had on a brown and pink dress that flowed down to my knees and new brown heels.

"Thanks," I said twirling in a circle.

JB laughed slightly and put his arms around me.

"Are you sure you want to go out?" I asked again in a suggestive tone.

JB looked down into my eyes and kissed my lips sweetly. We were interrupted by knocking on the door.

"Hey! You two coming?" we heard Marcus yell through the door.

"Yeah, we better," JB said sounding disappointed.

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We walked into the very club where Pete and I had our encounter in the back hallway. I knew that he was going to be there. I knew because Patrick told me so. Patrick had gone shopping with me that morning. It was just like old times. He didn't ask too many questions about the night before, but I knew he was curious. I'm sure Pete told him most of the story, anyway.

JB took my hand and led me to the bar. I was going to be only having water that night due to the fact that I was sure I was never drinking again.

"Here ya go, babe," JB said handing me my glass.

Just as I had gotten the glass into my hands I felt someone push me from behind. I looked over to see that Pete's whore had bumped into me and by the look on her face, it was on purpose.

Bitch.

"What was that?" JB asked.

"I don't know. Maybe she's jealous that I'm with you," I smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"Maybe," he said and smiled back at me.

"You two really need to keep the PDA at a minimum. I'm about to hurl," Marcus said from behind us.

"Really, Marcus? Because I recall the other night your tongue making quite a comfortable home in someone else's mouth just right over there," I said pointing to the VIP lounge that we had occupied a couple of nights ago.

"Well, that's different," Marcus stuttered out.

"Naw, man. I think Izzy has you on that one," JB backed me up.

"What ever," he mumbled and walked away.

I just laughed. Marcus was one of the younger members on the team and still ran around like he was in college.

"Iz, Jeremy," I heard our names called and looked over to see Patrick coming towards us.

"Patrick, hi!" I said happily and hugged him.

Patrick and JB were still on good terms even though the last time JB left me with Patrick I came home intoxicated and with a hickey on my neck. JB and Patrick shook hands and nodded to each other.

"How are you, Patrick?" JB asked.

"Good, and yourself?" he asked back.

"Great, thanks," JB said putting his arm around me.

I couldn't help but feel that JB was slightly worried about Patrick's and my relationship.

"I just wanted to know when you were leaving, Iz. You can't get away with out saying goodbye," Patrick said focusing his attention on me.

"Well, JB leaves tomorrow, but my flight doesn't leave until the next day," I explained.

"Do you need a lift to the airport?" he asked.

The thought of sitting in the airport with Patrick brought back memories that I had wished to have forgotten. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I had been so caught up with my time here in Chicago, that I didn't realize it would be ending so quickly. I started to wonder if it was going to be another five years before I saw Patrick again.

"Sure," I managed to squeak out.

"That would be very nice of you," JB said glad that someone was able to be there for his girlfriend.

"Will you two excuse me," I said and handed JB my water.

"Are you ok?" JB asked concerned.

"Fine, I just need to use the restroom," I said feeling as though I was going to puke again.

Damn me and my weak stomach.

I walked quickly to the bathroom taking deep breaths with every step that I took.

"Izzy," I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard his voice say my name.

I turned and saw him looking at me. His eyes were pleading for me to understand. Understand what, I wasn't sure.

"What?" I asked harshly.

"Let me explain," he said coming closer to me.

I put my hands up in front of me signaling that I wanted him to stay as far away from me as possible.

"Explain what, Pete? Explain why you have been fucking with my mind and my body since I saw you on the street? Explain why these are the first words you've spoken to me since I last left Chicago? What is there to explain exactly, Pete?" I asked angrily.

Pete looked over at me with defeat in his eyes.

"I don't get you, Pete. I don't understand what you want from me," I said more softly now.

"I don't want anything from you," he said back.

"Then what? What!?" I yelled. I was so frustrated with everything he was putting me through.

"I..." Pete started to speak, but was stopped abruptly when JB's fist met his jaw straight on.

"JB!" I screamed as Pete swung back making contact.

The boys fell to the floor and continued with their swinging fists.

"Stop it!" I yelled trying to snap them back to reality.

I didn't know what to do. I was being flooded with memories of my past. I couldn't help but be swept back to what was thought of as the worst day of my life.

"Does it make you feel more like a man, Pete? You pushing Izzy around like that?" I heard Patrick yell.

"You don't know anything, so stay out of it!" Pete yelled back.

I ran up to the door and stopped as soon as I heard the words come out of Patrick's mouth.

"I know everything, Pete. She told me everything," he said almost as though those words were going to hurt Pete the way he hurt my face.

The next thing I knew Pete had charged towards Patrick and knocked him down like a linebacker.

"Pete, no!" I yelled as his fists came in contact with Patrick's face.

I didn't know what to do. I wasn't strong enough to get Pete off of Patrick.

I was literally pushed back into reality when Patrick and an entourage of others came rushing over towards the heap of boys on the floor.

Patrick along with a very large bald man, who I was assuming to be a body guard of some type, pulled JB off of Pete while Joe and Andy held Pete up.

"What's going on?" Patrick asked shocked trying to hold JB back.

"Tell that son-of-a-bitch to stay away from my girlfriend," JB spat out.

I had never seen him so angry before in all of my life.

"Fuck you!" Pete yelled.

"Pete, stop it," Patrick scolded.

I stood there still in shock. I didn't know what to say, if there was anything to say.

"You had your chance, man, and you blew it. So get over it," JB said as Patrick and the other large man loosened their grip on him.

"That's right. I had her. You're getting damaged goods there, bro. She's used. Enjoy," Pete spit some blood on the floor.

I put my hand up to my mouth in shock. I couldn't believe the hurtful words that Pete had just said. I noticed Patrick looked over at me with sympathy. I was expecting JB to lunge at Pete at those words, but he didn't. He laughed slightly.

I looked over at him confused.

"You know you had made the biggest mistake of your life letting her go. I know you know that. That's why you are saying those things. You live everyday of your life in regret because you let her leave. Tell me that I'm wrong," JB challenged.

By now a large group had formed around us and everybody stood there waiting for a response, but Pete just stood there in silence. I heard a gasp and I wasn't sure if it was me or not. Pete just shook his head and looked down to the floor.

"Exactly," JB said and walked towards me grabbing my arm to lead me out of the club.

I looked behind me to see Patrick looking my way with that same sympathetic glance and Pete's fiancé yelling some choice words while Pete just kept his head down.

What just happened?

AN: Hey Peeps! Sorry this update took forever. This is dedicated to Alex (frostedglass) because she is the one that wanted some fightin' to be had.