"So when are you going to tell her," I asked quite knowingly. Jay may have been a complete ass but I knew even his ice block of a heart would give in someday. But to not just anyone."Jay, Aqueela needs to know someday."

His deep blue eyes glared at me for a couple of seconds. I didn't even flinch but I did give him a delicate yawn before giving my straw a quick twirl around the wine glass. He scowled and continued to wipe at the other glasses, pretending that I didn't even exist. I sighed and pushed my cocktail in his direction.

"If you aren't even going to talk to me, I must as well leave," I threatened before crossing my arms on my chest.

"Hello? Mr BadBoy with the freaky blue eyes?" I waved at him. Before using the straw to poke at his cheek. "Mamma Kye be tawking here?"

Again, no bloody reply. Did this boy always have to be so darn cold?

A beautiful young girl ,I met last week at the strip joint on the other side of town, kept her eyes on him across the counter. She casually tried to seduce him with her very expressive- tight tank top and bulging breast. Or beast to be more accurate.

"Hie there cutie, I'm Emily," she purred so sweetly before rubbing his bicep. She couldn't be serious.

The usual reaction, Jay gave her the cold shoulder. He practically shrugged her off.

Stupid girl, I thought, another hopeless casualty. Welcome to the club.

I have an idea...

"Who'd have thought you'd be this town's sex idol, Jay-San!"

I made sure I yelled that for the whole bar to hear. Jay glared at me even harder and this time, I knew I had his complete attention. The pretty little whores all look gobsmacked as I cheerfully smiled at myself before giving my straw another stroll.

"But then again that's the problem with this town. Too many open legs too little time," I lay my elbows on the counter before holding both cheeks with my hands and smiling," Right, Jay Jay?"

The other waiter stood still in the corner as the other girlies gave me a distasteful look. I turned to the busty slut from earlier this week," Alcohol will mess up your balance so think twice about drinking that glass, unless you don't mind falling flat on your face tonight?"

"Excuse me," she asked angrily.

"Don't you have a strip gig tonight, Sallusha?"

It took seconds as her eyes were searching for an understanding. Then it hit her. Her face went red with denial or embarrassment. I don't know which, it could be-neither-or." That's not my name."

"I know. That's your stage name." I took another sip of the cool blue liquid. Tingles went down my spine. It was so sweet. So good. Sex on the beach had to be Jay's specialty.

As professionally as it seems Jay murmured something to her and by the looks of her sudden giggling and her soft touches on his shoulder, the joint didn't lose a customer. Wow Jay, nice save.

He turned to the counter to search for some change. Having finally found it he made his way to give it to her. 

Sadly, If he thought I was done with him. He had another thing coming his way...

Before he managed to drop the cash into her hand I quickly got hold of it and forced it on top of her jeans zip and that sent a shockwave through the whole joint. His eyes widened in utter disbelief.

Emily, or Sallusha -or whatever her real name is - was as pale as bond paper. I mean how could you blame her, Jay's hand was on her crotch. I grinned at him." That's how you tip a hooker, you ass."

Then I turned to miss Striper- well now, more like Miss Tomato and scoffed, "Gentlemen these days. Got to teach them about how to treat a whore right."

You can guess what happened to little old me after the crazy skit I played out in there. Jay literally dragged me out of the place whilst I demanded my refund for my cocktail.

"Jeez- Jay, watch the grip would you!!!" He then dropped me to the ground. It felt more like a throw but complaining about his aggression was not the way to go with it; I was risky, not stupid!

After rubbing my ass vigorously and moaning to myself. Bad boy stood tall, hovering me like some sixth form prefect. "What shit was that, Kye!? You know I need this job!"

"That's your problem, you can't take a joke," I laughed before spreading myself on the cool grass.

My eyes wandered off to the sky. There were millions of stars out tonight... millions of stars that Jay most likely didn't really care about. That's probably why I loved them even more, they were just like me.

"You need to behave, Kye. You are eighteen for Pete's sake! Grow up!"

"Have you?"

"Well you don't need a job do you? You have all the money in the world."

My teeth trembled at his last sentence. "Money doesn't buy everything, moron," I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

"Obviously- otherwise I wouldn't need to deal with your childish demeanor," he huffed before crossing his arms.

My eyes darted in his direction," If growing up means being as fucked up as you, I'm good."

I knew I said something touchy. Why? He flinched at my cold statement. I didn't regret it. He deserved it.

"Get the fuck out of here," he growled tightening his fist. I rolled my eyes.

Amused at the fact that Mr badass here actually kicked me out. I sat upright and began to dust my ruby red jacket.

Sweet Baby Jay, thirteen years have not changed you. For your information, neither have I.

"Cool, bye," I replied coldly. He tensed at my words. "See your sorry ass tomorrow."

That was a promise.

I jumped up on my two feet and casually made my way to my Reventon. Wow funny how three years back, a Lamborghini would have been more valuable than my entire life. Could I even call it that? A life that is...

It's been thirteen years, Jay, thirteen years since I met you. A lot has happened between those thirteen years. Things were lost and some were found. But there's one thing that has lived with you forever, and that thing has a weird thing for hats.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being jealous of her, but when you saved me three years ago, it's only natural that I fell hard for you.

Every girl wants a hero, right?

But this hero doesn't belong to me. He never did.

I unlocked the car door as I slipped my exhausted self into the driver's seat. It was as I switched the engine on did the corner of my eye watch as Jay disappeared behind the doors.

"You know I need this job," he claims.

As I swerved into the road and drove away, I shook my head. No Jay, that's where you're wrong.

You need Aqueela, moron. That's what you need.

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