As she tries to kiss me over and over, I think about my guys. My phone is in my bra and I need to call them. Everything is all foggy but with one swift push, I knock Quinn onto the floor, her drugged up status making it easy. I roll over into my side and I feel Quinn's keys press into the side of my breast. I grab the keys and hold them tightly. My head continues to spin and my heart is beating fast as I lay there in fear. My mind tells my body to move but it won't listen no matter how loud I mentally scream. I hear Quinn laughing at something as she sweeps my hair back, out of my face. "Sweet Eden. Just relax" Her hand begins caressing my bare stomach dipping lower and lower. A soft deep groan escapes the lips of who ever the guy is causing my skin to crawl in disgust. Is this some sick joke to get me back? There isn't any other explanation. When Quinn's hand slips under the elastic of my underwear, I swing my hand with the keys, hitting her hard. "Get the fuck off of me"

"Eden, why did you do that?!" She smacks me hard and I yell out. I look up at her, blinking to clear my blurred vision to see her holding the side of her face. "I can't deal with this!" Quinn yells "Just let her go"

She pulls me up, helping me stand before opening the door for me. I stumble out thinking that I'm going to hit the floor but two arms engulf me. I look up and it's Daniel. "And where are you going?" He pulls me back into the room and I try to scream but the music downstairs over powers it. He sits me on the edge of the bed and passes Quinn a small bag of more white powder before taking off his jacket. "Why isn't she out?"

"I don't know! I thought you said it'll knock her out. She is still awake, obviously. Just take her." Quinn says something else that I can't hear then I hear the door open and close. I open my eyes and Quinn along with the strange guy are gone, leaving Daniel alone with me. He steps in front of me and with all my strength I push him back against the wall. Daniel chuckles, "You're a little fighter, aren't you? This is going to be fun." I feel his body heat radiating from his skin as he steps in front of me pushing me back. I fall effortlessly against the bed and I cover my eyes trying to push myself to be competent and coherent.

Panic sets in as I hear his belt buckle being undone. Dammit, Eden, get up! I mentally yell at myself but I don't move. I can feel my heart beating in my ear when the bed dips. The light in the room becomes blocked when Daniel hovers over me his horrible alcohol breath burning my nose. I put my hand up to push him away but It has no force behind it. "Mmm I bet you're so sweet" He brushes my hair back and I feel myself losing consciousness as Daniel starts kissing my neck. I feel a tears seep down the sides of my face not realizing that I'm crying.

His hand goes to pull my underwear down when suddenly I hear the door being kicked in. My eye lids become heavier and I can't bring myself to open my eyes anymore. I feel so sleepy and out of control of my own body. The weight of Daniel disappears and I know it's them. I know my guys are here. I feel myself being scooped up and I let myself go.

I wake up not knowing where I am. As I come out of a deep slumber, I hear the soft sound of crickets and a soft breeze. Realizing that it's still night time, the events of the hours before come rushing back when I feel two arms draped over me and I panic "Get off of me!" Kicking and screaming, I try to push the foreign parts away.

"Eden, stop! It's Jasper and Harper! It's okay you're safe" I finally open my eyes and Jasper is over me holding my face. Harper is sitting up next to me with panic in his face. Breathing hard I look between the both of them and break down sobbing. I cover my face feeling more shame than anything. How could I let all that happen? What if they didn't get there in time? What if... I try to steady my breath but they heaviness on my chest doesn't make it easy. Harper smooths my hair back, pulling my hands away from my face "It's okay, baby girl"

"What happened?"

"Um Jasper beat the shit out of that guy and Quinn bailed when she saw us come in the house. She said you were drunk upstairs, resting. we knew it was a load of shit. Jasper lost it when he saw the guy on you" Harper shakes his head

Jasper wipes my tears away and deep in his eyes behind the sorrow, I see anger. I know he's mad at me, they both are. Still crying, I roll onto my side curling up. Reaching behind me, I grab Harper's arm and pull it over me before doing the same with Jasper's arm. I just want them to hold me right now. I don't want to talk. I just want to know that I'm safe. I need to feel their touch to know that I'm okay. They squeeze me in between their bodies and their body heat comforts me. Before falling asleep, one thought crosses my mind. I fucking hate Quinn.

I spend most of the day in bed wallowing in self pity apart from going to the bathroom. I'm just not in the mood to face them. Each time I wake up, I just roll over and force myself to sleep more. Around midnight, Harper comes in "Baby girl, wake up please" He climbs in the bed and I sigh rolling over towards him.

I open my eyes and he smiles "That's my girl. You need to eat something." I look at the clock. "It's the middle of the night" I whisper.

"I know but you haven't eaten since early yesterday" Harper holds his hand out and I put my hand in his after a few seconds of hesitation.

I shuffle behind him to the kitchen and I sit down on a bar stool as he starts rummaging through the fridge and cabinets. I lay my head down on the counter still feeling a little groggy from sleeping too much. Harper starts making spaghetti. "Harper, have you seen my phone?"

"Uh, it's in my coat pocket. It's on the couch in the living room."

I go into the living room and when I look at my phone, I have six missed calls, 2 voice mails, and 10 texts, all from Quinn. I go through them all reading or hearing apology after apology for ditching me last night but not for drugging me and selling me to feed her coke habit. I sit back at the counter and decide to call and leave my own voice mail. Harper watches I wait for her voicemail to pick up but to my surprise, she answers. "Eden! I'm so glad you called. Look about last night, I was drunk and-"

"Just save it, Quinn. I'm just calling to tell you that we aren't friends anymore. We're nothing so don't call or text me again." I feel Harper come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I lean back against him, listening to Quinn begin to cry "I'm sorry, Eden"

"Sorry for what? Drugging me, leaving me in that room so Daniel could rape me?" I feel Harper flinch against me.

"Please, Eden" Her voice trembling

"No, you were my best friend since we were kids and you ruined it. Was it because I rejected you? If you really loved me, you wouldn't have done that. You're nothing but a backstabbing bitch and I'm done with you"

Quinn begins sobbing in the phone but I'm not phased. I hang up not caring for anything else she has to say. Harper tightens his grip around my waist "You handled that well"

I shrug as he turns the chair around to face him. Harper cups my face, kissing me gently and I wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm so happy that you're okay, Eden" He whispers against my lips before he trails kisses down my jaw to my neck and shoulder. Stepping forward, he eases my thighs apart to get closer, just barely running his fingers across the front of my panties, teasing me through the material. I gasp softly making Harper smirk "Mine" He mumbles against my lips. He pulls the large shirt I have on off my shoulders, softly kissing and sucking. I run my fingers up his shirt, pulling it over his head. Harper grips under my thigh as he wraps his other arm around me, picking me up. I wrap my legs around him and his fingers dig into my backside. Harper reaches under me to free his manhood when I smell something burning "Harper, the food" I moan as he bites my shoulder. "What about it?"

"It's burning" I huff out giggling. Harper stops and looking behind me "Shit!" he sits me back on my feet and runs over to the stove.

I take a deep breath calming the small ache between my thighs

"Where's Jasper?"

Harper looks back at me "In his office. He has been in there since 9" I walk up behind Harper, wrapping my arms around him, kissing his bare skin. "I'm going to go see him. Try not to burn anything else"

I bounce upstairs and see the light in Jasper's office shining from under the door. I hesitate before I tap lightly with my finger nail "Come in"

I crack the door and Jasper looks up at me over his glasses. He looks back down at what he is doing and I walk in quietly like I would any other day. I sit down in the chair in front of his desk pulling my knees to my chest, watching him work. I lay my head on my knees and Jasper looks up "How are you feeling?"

With half of my mouth pressed against my knee, I mutter "Better. I don't need to ask if you're mad at me. I know you are. I'm pretty mad at me too" I talk in a hush tone, watching him, waiting for some kind of reaction. I sit there for what seems like forever just watching Jasper type away. It would be boring to any other person but I love just watching him so focused.

"How am I going to be able to trust anyone again?" I mumble thinking out loud. Jasper doesn't react but I know he is listening. "I thought she was my best friend. I'm tired of having people I care for hurt me. First my father, then my mother, now her." I press my face into my knees shaking my head.

"You can trust us" Jasper whispers and my head shoots up to look at him. The corner of my mouth turns up "I know I can."

"Eden"

"Yeah"

"I love you"

My heat jumps into my throat hearing those words from him. I know he loves me but it's never been like him to express it. I can't fight back my smile any longer. I get up letting my large sleep shirt fall to my thighs. Jasper rolls his chair back and I curl into his lap "I love you too. So much" I say against his neck as he wraps his arms around me. He kisses my forehead, groaning. "I'm so mad at you"

"I know. I promise I will listen from now on. I know you two only want me to be safe so that means that sometimes you both are going to know what's best for me even if I don't think so."

"You put yourself in so much danger. I knew something was wrong when you didn't answer your phone." He shakes his head, closing his eyes.

I lift my head looking up at him "Wanna know something?"

He nods. "When... they had their hands on me, it didn't feel right." Jasper tenses up and I continue, "It's felt so icky and out of place like a square trying to fit inside a circle but you and Harper are the circles to my circle. Your hands are perfect for me." I take his hand, turning it palm up, trailing my finger in the middle. Jasper cups my face "You're the circle to our circles too...but if another square tries to fit into your circle, the other circles are going to kill it. Understand?"

"Yes sir" I nuzzle into his neck breathing in his scent as he scoots his chair up and continues typing on the computer. I feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breaths and it soothes me into a light slumber. As I'm transitioning into a deep sleep, I begin to dream about being in that room and Daniel's gross hands on me. Suddenly, I jerk out of my sleep gasping for air. Jasper's tightens his arms around "Hey, hey, It's okay. You're fine, baby girl" He cups my face making me look up at him "You're okay. I got you"

I rub my forehead, feeling a light layer of swear developing. "Fuck" hissing under my breath. Jasper taps my thigh "Do you want to talk about it?"

Allowing myself to relax against him, I wrap my arm around his waist, squeezing tightly to reassure myself that I'm safe "I was in that room and he was..." I shake my head, taking a deep breath to steady my heart rate. "He was going to hurt me, Jasper" The pure reality of the situation dawns on me and my stomach turns. My hand flies up to my mouth and I stumble off of his lap, running to the bathroom.

Throwing up the contents of my stomach, I'm left dry heaving on the floor causing my stomach to hurt. Jasper kneels over rubbing my back "Just breathe. Take a deep breath." I do as he says and he wipes my mouth with a damp hand towel. I look up and his face is hard, almost animalistic in a sense. "I hate that it happened to you."

Wiping my mouth, Jasper grabs a paper cup from under the sink and fill it with water. He holds it to my mouth and I take a sip swishing it around my mouth before spitting it out. I take a larger sip, swallowing it. "Why do you guys treat me like a baby?" I ask as he sits the cup on the sink. He pulls me to him, kissing my forehead "Cause you're ours and we love taking care of you"

"I just think you've gotten comfortable with me needing the two of you so much. Do you guys seriously want someone you have to take care of all the time?" I pull my hair to one side and Jasper cups my face "You take care of us just as much so stop doubting it."

He stands up, helping onto my feet "Come on. Let get you into a hot bath then bed."

When morning comes, I go for a long run to clear my head. Sometimes I miss playing lacrosse. It made me feel free and important to people. My mother never came to any of my games but my guys did when they didn't have important things to do and even if they did, they'd reschedule. Every time I'd look up in the stands, there they were clapping for me. After a game they would take me out to eat. I would try to stay out with them as long as I could so I wouldn't have to come home. They knew this, so I wouldn't be home after a game until 8 or 9 at night from an afternoon game.

Sports gave me confidence when it started shaping my body when puberty took over. Guys at school began taking notice, asking me in dates and such. I went on a few but all of them ended when sloppy kisses and knees to the groin when it went to far. I smile to myself as I run up the drive way to the house but it's short lived when I see a certain red car in the drive way. Shit Shit Shit.

When I go into the house, they guys are at sitting at the kitchen counter eating breakfast. "Have a good run?" Harper calls out as I slip my shoes off.

"Um yeah" When I walk into the kitchen I am greeted by Jasper, Harper, and a tall blond woman.

"Mrs. King." This weekend is just getting better and better.

"Eden, always nice to see you. The boys tell me you live here now." Her tone smug and uppity. She is the type of high class that my mother wished to be all these years although her sons are nothing like her. I've always resented her a little for not kicking her husband to the curb for abusing Jasper when he was a kid. It took the man to die just to stop the beatings. What kind of mother lets that happen? She just didn't want anyone finding out that her family wasn't perfect. She has always looked down on me because my family's dirty laundry hangs on the front lawn for the world to see.

"Yes, I'm staying here while my mother is in rehab" I smile watching her cringe at my up front-ness.

"Well, isn't that...lovely?"

"No, it's anything but lovely, Mrs. King." I roll my eyes as she turns her back and Harper nudges me giving me a stern look. I sigh and he kisses my temple while she isn't looking.

"So, Mrs. King, how is life treating you these days?" I try to be polite.

She turns around "Very well. Busy planning charity events. Sorry your mother won't be attending any of the upcoming ones but I know rehab is the best option. Alcoholism is such a tragic disease. It must cost a lot though. Are you sure your father can afford it? I mean he is paying for his new wife and his old wife. It must be a strain on the wallet"

My fake smile falls and I just feel belittled. I begin fidgeting with my shirt. Her eyes fall in me and she lifts her nose up clearly looking down at me. "Money is fine but thank you for your concern." I mumble.

"Sure dear. Every family has problems. However, yours seem very out in the open these days. I don't blame you though. You are just a child yourself. No one can help who there parents are" She smirks and my cheeks heat.

I eye the guys and they are watching me for a reaction. Their mother would shit herself knowing her precious, caring, successful boys are fucking the abused neighbor girl, who they have known since she was 15.

"I'm going to go take a shower. I'm pretty gross right now." I walk off wanting to eliminate myself from the ridicule of their mother. Retreating to my room, I notice that again, the basement door is open. Dammit Jasper. I close it softly before I continue down the hall. If anyone knows how much I hate this basement, it's him. When I first started coming over here, I would help Jasper with work, putting away file and stuff. I was always scared of the basement because it was too dark and creepy. One night at a party he was throwing, he asked me to go down and get a bottle of wine so I did and the door closed behind me causing the basement to become pitch black. I didn't know that from the inside the door knob didn't work. As soon as it closed, I panicked and tried to open it. I screamed and screamed till I couldn't breath. I had a massive panic attack. When someone finally heard me beating on the door over the music, Jasper opened it finding me in my hands and knees crying hysterically. Jasper and Harper's mother asked my mother to leave with me because it was ruining the event, I guess.

That night, my mother beat me so badly for embarrassing her that I had to stay home from school the next two days with a "virus". Since then, I have never been back down there. I never told the guys that.

After I shower and change into a pair of black shorts with a black cami and a blue plaid shirt, I head into the living room where Davina is talking about the impression Jasper and Harper are making by having me live here. I clear my throat and she looks up "Oh dear, well, Eden, you can see my concern. I'm sure you don't want anyone thinking the worst of you living with two men alone."

I eye Jasper and Harper not saying anything "I'm going to go the office down the hall. I have some school work" I feel a little mad that they aren't really defending me against her. She is basically saying that people will think I'm a slut. Am I? I shake it off and remember who I'm dealing with. It's Davina King for Christ sake. The woman's second husband died a month after they wed. A MONTH! That lady has devil water in her veins but she loves Jasper and Harper a lot. Always looking out for them and such. I guess I can't be mad at that but she doesn't like me. She has always thought of me as a charity case that lived next door.

I throw myself into school work, stealing Harper's reading glasses from his desk drawer. I'm more of a contact girl but the spring flowers keep my eyes itchy. I'm going through my literature book frowning down at the passage searching for an answer when Jasper comes in. He knocks on the door frame. I look up from the book briefly like he does when I go into his office. I don't really desire having a conversation at the moment but I know he won't let me back out of it.

Jasper sits in the chair in front of the desk and slumps down in the seat, watching me. I peek up and see him staring at me with a smirk on his face.

"Done talking to mommy dearest?" I mumble flipping the page sighing in frustration.

"Some one is cranky" He smiles "She isn't that bad"

"Oh whatever. I feel like Julius Caesar in the scene where he died. Would you like to be the one to stab me in the back or does your mother already have her dagger sharpened?"

Jasper chuckles loudly "Et Tu, Brute!"

I frown throwing my pen at him but he catches it effortlessly. I roll my eyes "Seriously, your mother thinks I'm upper class trash, whose daddy's divorce settlement funds my lifestyle"

Jasper doesn't say anything which is proof that I'm right. I continue working and Jasper continues to sit there "Eden, I'm sorry"

"Nothing to be sorry for, Jasper" I nonchalantly mumble. I flip the page and he huffs "Can you take a break so we can talk?"

I shut the book loudly "Talk about what? The fact that neither you nor Harper have stuck up for me. You just let her think and say whatever. My alcoholic mother thought more of me in her most drunken phase than your sober mother does right now."

Jasper frowns "I'm sorry, Eden. I didn't know you felt like that. I've never seen you react to it"

"I don't need your mother thinking I'm weak too. As much as I would like to lash out, its not me. I did it once with Gillian and I didn't like it." I open my book back up "I'm just tired of people looking down at me" Looking down in the book, a lone tear drops on the page and I wipe my cheek quickly. It's really only so much I can take before I break.

Jasper stands and leaves the room. I tuck my hair behind my ear and finish with my work. As long as Davina is here, I feel like I'm in exile from the guys. I understand them wanting to keep their mother happy, but why do my feelings have to be sacrificed?

I finish all my school work for the next two days and I feel accomplished. It's mid afternoon and Davina and the guys are in the kitchen cooking. I put my books on Harper's shelf just as he comes in with a plate. "All done for the day?"

I nod not saying anything. He sits the plate on the desk and it's spaghetti. "I made you a small pot since you can't eat my mother's crab soup."

"She would cook something I'm allergic too. Maybe she is trying to kill me off." I force a smile taking the plate and walking past him. Harper grabs the hem of my shirt tugging me back "I know you're mad, Eden. Please don't be"

"You and Jasper don't want me to be mad but you won't do anything about your mother. Funny way of showing how much you love me" I pull away from him and go to my room. I spend most of the day in my room on my laptop and phone. From my room, I can hear the three of them laughing and talking. I've never felt so alone before. Sitting up, I decided to go out in the lake for a bit. I slip out the back door and make my way down the hill in the dark. I struggle getting the row boat in the water, cursing to myself when I trip and fall in the small boat just as it slips into the water. Yelping, I look around seeing if anyone witnessed the embarrassment I just displayed. When the coast is clear, I begin rowing out to the middle of the lake. Huffing and puffing, I begin whisper "Kiss The Girl" from the little mermaid.

Once I'm floating in the middle of the lake, I lay back and stare out at the stars for what seems like hours. I think about how a lot has changed in just three weeks. My mother is getting help, I live with Jasper and Harper, I lost my virginity, and I've lost my best friend. Through all of that, I feel a little different about life. I just have to be happy no matter the circumstances. Bad things are going to happen and good things are going to happen especially now that I've put myself in a bit of a spot light by living and sleeping with two brothers.

I take a deep breath and decided that Davina should be the least of my problems. She isn't going to like me unless I'm out of the picture and even then she will probably still toot her nose up at me. All I care about is the guys and my own mother's well being.

I row back to the house not realizing how late it is. When I get in the house it's quiet and peaceful. I'm going to my room when I hear my name being called by Davina. When I get to the living room, she is sitting on the couch with a cup of tea. "Sit down, please"

I reluctantly sit down and she scowls me for a few seconds "What are you really doing in this house with my boys?"

"Davina, they asked me to stay with them because it wasn't safe with my mama. It wasn't my idea. I don't know why you don't like me."

"I don't like you because I know your kind. You are just trying to ride their coat tails to a better life just like you drunk of a mother" Just as I predicted, she toots her snobby nose up.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Please stay calm.

"I don't want their money. I don't need it. I'm well taken care of on my own. I don't have to live here. My house is right next door for Christ sake and to be honest, it has 600 square feet more than this one. So please stop trying to tell me about myself, Mrs. King. You don't know me." I sit back on the couch while she sips her tea. She is about to say something but I interrupt

"And if another insult about my mother slips from your lips, you won't have to be concerned about your boys. Your only worry will be which plastic surgeon you should call to fix your broken nose." I stand up and she gasps "Well, I never."

"Well, get used to it!" I say walking off to my room. As I round the corner, Jasper comes downstairs "What's going on?"

"I'm going home. Apparently, Mama King thinks I'm a gold digging whore and neither you not Harper sticking up for me so I guess I have to take care of myself." I brush past him and go into my room pulling an overnight bag from the closet to pack some clothes.

As I'm leaving, Davina, Jasper and Harper are standing in the living room.

"Eden, please don't go" Harper steps forward but Davina grabs his arm "No, if she wants to leave then she is free to do so"

My eyes tear up watching Harper step back to her side. "Wow, I guess that whole caring bit was a complete fucking lie. You guys are no different than Quinn." I look at Jasper and his face is sympathetic. As a tear falls down my cheek I mumble "Et Tu Brute" Jasper's face suddenly hardens but he stays silent. I stand there for a few more seconds, hoping that they will say something but when nothing comes, I open the door and leave. As I'm walking across the lawn, the tears come harder and harder.

I open my front door sobbing and my grandmother comes from the kitchen "Eden, what's wrong, sweetie?"

I drop my bag and wrap my arms around her "They lied to me. They said they care but they don't"

"Oh, my poor baby. Sometimes that's the lesson we have to learn in order to be stronger on the inside. Come, let's make you some of grandma's special hot cocoa...no vodka this time." I giggle against her shoulder. Remembering when she used to make Vodka hot cocoa for her bingo friends and one time I drank some. She has video of me talking to the tv for an hour. Some would like to say that she contributed to my mother's alcohol problem but it was never her fault. My mother didn't start heavily drinking till after the divorce.

"Nana, is it dumb to say that I fell for both of them?" I take a sip of my hot cocoa sitting across from her as we talk about everything.

"Of course not, dear. No one can control love. They have been in your life for a few years, you were bound to having feelings for at least one of me." She shrugs and my phone starts vibrating. I look at the I.D and it's Harper. I flip the phone over, frowning "Now they want to talk. That's just rich" I mumble.

"Men are so foolish, Eden. Can't live with em and you sure as hell can't live with out them...Unless you plan on using a vibrator the rest of your life" My eyes widen "Oh my God, Nana! You are so dirty!"

She laughs loudly and I can't help but laugh too. I lean my head back on the chair and take a deep breath "So what should I do?"

"Oh dear, you don't do anything. You let them come to you. They are the ones mixed up in the head thanks to that old bat Davina. I never liked her one bit. She was a total-"

"Bitch" I mumble interrupting.

"Well that wasn't going to be my exact word but it fits. Those boys are just afraid of her and what she can do with the little bit of power she has over them. She still has some ownership over that company so I think they want to keep her as happy as they can. However, they need to grow up." I nod, agreeing. "I just don't understand how two demanding men, buckle when ever their mother comes around."

"It'll work itself out soon."

I watch as my grandmother yawns "Oh, it must be past my bedtime." She stands and pats the top of my head "Don't stay up too late"

"I won't. Thanks for the talk, Nana"

I wake up the next morning and it throws me off that I'm in my own bed. I throw my pillow over my face. I think about staying in bed but I force myself to get up and take a run.

Headphones in and in the zone, I get into a good pace as I run the neighborhood route. As I'm rounding a corner, I run head on into a bicycle. I fall to the concrete sidewalk scraping my elbow and knee. "Oww!" I yell

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you"

"No shit!" I roll my eyes sitting up. I look up and see a tall man with black dreads and blue eyes. Jesus, is that you?

The guy helps me up and I begin inspecting my knee. The guy kneels over "It doesn't look that bad." Reach to touch it, I slap his hand away.

"You should really watch where you're riding your bike."

"I'm so sorry. Um... I'm Elijah" He holds his hand out and I shake it quickly "Eden"

"Well, Eden, you should at least let me buy you coffee as an apology. It's the least I can do" His blue here catch mine and I shake my head quickly "Uh no thanks, Elijah. I'm fine." I force a smile trying to be polite to him despite him running me over.

"Can I walk you home?"

"No, really I'm totally fine. Good bye, Elijah" I turn to walk away but when I look up, he is walking next to me pushing his bike along. I frown at him and he smiles "It just so happens that I am going this way. Totally not following you"

"Riiight" I can't help but smirk at his effort.

"So, Eden, Do you run every day?"

"I just started back but I used to back when I played lacrosse."

"Hmm, lacrosse is cool. Have you ever tried rugby?"

"Not keen on getting slammed around." I shrug and he chuckles "I just learned that first hand. I thought you were going to punch me in the face"

I laugh "I though about it" He nudges my shoulder with his and frowns "Is your last name Montgomery?"

"Yeah"

"Holy shit, I know you. I was your lab partner in 7th grade. Elijah Wilkens"

"Seriously? The little chubby kid that fainted when we were dissecting a pig. You grew up. Where did the dreads come in cause the last time I checked, you had a buzz cut" I flick one of his dreads with a bead on it.

"I grew my hair out and started playing soccer. As far as the fainting, can't fix everything. And who are you to talk? You were a stick on legs with glasses but you definitely grew up" He bites his lip and I blush, looking down.

I stop in front of my house "Well, this is me" We stand there silently for a moment before he says anything "Um... so are you seeing anyone?"

Oh no, the dreaded question. Am I seeing anyone? "Uh, yeah sort of"

"Sort of?" He frowns.

"It's complicated but you can give me your number. I would hate to lose contact again" He smiles handing me his phone and I hand him mine

"All saved" I hand him back his phone "So I'll see you later."

"Hopefully sooner than later, beautiful. I may have to run you over with my bike again"

"You do and I will do more than think about punching you" I watch him climb on his bike and ride away before heading in. When I get into the house, I smell pancakes and bacon. I make myself a smoothie before sitting down for breakfast mentally preparing myself for work tomorrow.

As my day continues, I try to do things to keep my mind off of the guys until I have to deal with them tomorrow at work. I wash clothes along with my sheets trying to adjust to being back in my room. I keep my shades closed so neither of the guys can be nosey. I know most of my things are still over there but it's nothing I need at the moment. If I try to go over there they will try to talk me back and I'm putting my foot down.

After finishing everything in my room, I realize how quiet it is with my mom in rehab. I miss her but I can definitely get used to normal around here. After dinner with my grandma, she goes to bingo night with her friends while I settle for a bubble bath. Sinking down into the hot water, steam rises around me filling the room with Lavender scent. I slip my EarPods in, listening to Kings of Leon. My phone buzzes a few times and thinking its one of the guys, I nearly ignore it. When I finally look, I see it's Elijah telling me how nice it was to see me after all these years. A part of me wonders where he's been all this time. Maybe I'll ask him one day.

Midnight rolls around and I come to miss the guys a little. I climb in bed but sleep doesn't come easy. I toss and turn a few times before someone's headlights light up the room a little. I shake my head knowing it's my grandma finally coming back from bingo, probably with a purse full of winnings. I wait for the front door to open and close but it never happens. Rolling out of bed, I peek out the shades and instead of seeing my grandma's car, I see a white car parked in front of the guy's house. A tall blonde woman gets out with legs for days, tugging on her dress as she walks to their front door. I feel like someone has drenched a flame inside of me with gasoline when I see Harper open the door, letting her in. He looks up at my window and I lean back away from the shade so I'm not seen.

Apparently, it didn't take that long to get over me. I hope they are happy with her. Maybe she can move into the guest room now. I flip back down into bed feeling my eyes water. I'm so stupid for trusting them with my feelings.

I wonder if I can call in sick tomorrow.