Chapter Three.

I was getting dressed after a straight three rounds with Justin and as usual, he was lying in bed as he watched me change. The sex was always good, but tonight was especially good and I have no idea why. My legs are shaking like no tomorrow though. It was the roughest he's ever been with me.

            "It's like two in the morning." I giggle as I begin to button my jeans. "It lasted longer than usual."

    He stretches out his body, his hands gripping the headboard as he flexes his toes. "Better longer than shorter." He smirks. "Thanks by the way for coming over tonight."

            "Yep." I grab my purse that's on the floor and bend down to fix the flap on my knee high boots on purpose so he could get a nice view of my ass. I loved to tease him and it's just funny how some people think we're best friends when in reality we don't really know that much about each other. We don't usually talk much after sex, only about five minutes or so, and that's the end of it. We really aren't best friends, we're more like fuck buddies.

            "Reina." He says, his tone extremely soft.

I'm too busy rushing around the room getting my stuff together to notice he's actually being serious. When I turn around to look at him, he's staring at me with an expression I couldn't decipher. "Hm?" I ask, suddenly extremely interested in this conversation.

            "How was uh, how was dinner? You know, with Jonah?"

            I pause, my body seeming to be unable to move. Why in the hell was he so interested in my love life all of a sudden? "It was... good I guess? Why do you care?"

            "I don't." He mutters, suddenly becoming irritated. "I was just trying to make conversation. I kind of feel like an asshole when I make you leave right after. I mean, I know it's what we agreed on but-"

            "And I'm fine with it." I say. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

            His lips go into a firm line as if he's trying to debate on what to say. "Nothing Reina. I'm fine."

            I start to laugh and inch my way back towards the bed, him getting a little smirk on his face before he rolls his eyes at me. "Did Justin miss me? Is that what this is all about?" He can deny it all he wants, but I know that he missed me somewhat. I missed him when we were apart but you know, not like in a romantic way.

            "Nope." He mumbles, his eyes beginning to close from being tired.

            "Say it." I cheese, climbing onto the bed so I can straddle him. "Just admit it."

            "I missed the sex." He emphasizes. "Not you."

            "God you can be a real asshole sometimes you know that? You're telling me you didn't miss me? Not even a little bit?"

            "Drop it." He laughs, squeezing a little on my hips. "I'm not getting into this tonight."

            "Getting into what?" I press. "Just say you missed me." I bring my lips down to his neck and gently start to leave little pecks, which I knew drives him crazy. Then I begin to murmur things against his skin that I know will make him say it. I'm just messing with him and he knows that. He knows I'm not being serious.

            "Say you missed me." I whisper, kissing him once more. "Say it."

            "Fuck Reina I missed you" He gives in, letting out a laugh. "Okay? Happy?"

            "Yeah cause I've never heard you say that before. In fact, I think this is the longest we've ever spent after sex with each other. It's like a new record or something."

        His hands push me off of him so that I'm forced to get off of the bed.    "Well I didn't mean it," He says quietly. "So get your ass out of here. We have class at eight."

            "Sure you didn't." I tease back. "Bye Justin." I stand to my feet and as I'm about to leave his hand grasps mine and pulls me back into him.

            "Hey." He smirks, bringing my face down so that it's level to his. "Don't leave without giving me a kiss."

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The next day in class I was counting down the seconds until it was over with. Jonah invited me out to lunch and the thought of spending the whole day with him made my heart pick up speed in a way I can't describe. Mr. Davis was literally dragging on about the psychological consequences of child abuse and to be honest I'm over it. I want this class to be done with so that I can see him.

             Justin's sitting behind me like he usually does and occasionally if he was in a good mood he'd wrap his pencil around my hair and twist it just to get me angry, or he'd put his foot where the opening of my seat was so he could poke me in the ass with his foot. Today he kept on doing that and I can't help but smile, moving up more on my seat so that he can't do it anymore. I'm not about to get him in trouble because at the University of Toronto it isn't difficult to get expelled.

            Last night was different for us and the fact that we actually somewhat had a conversation afterwards was weird but cool I guess. I think we're actually starting to become friends. After six months you'd think that would have already happened by now but it never did. Now we're just now starting to get to know each other. I can't help but wonder if that's why he's in such a good mood today.

            Class finally lets out and I lean down to swing my backpack over my shoulders, Justin waiting for me like he always does outside before we begin to walk off campus. "You know what I feel like doing right now?" He asks.

            "Well if it's what I think it is then we can't." I reply uneasily, unsure of how he'll react. "Jonah asked me to hang out."

He gets quiet and I'm not sure why. As we continue down the sidewalk, he finally turns to look in my direction and lets out a sigh. "So what does this mean?" He asks.

            I put my hands into the pockets of my jeans. "What are you talking about?"

            "You and Jonah. Are you guys like dating or something?

    His facial expression is cold, all emotion completely vacant. I've seen him mad once or twice before, and that's what he always looks like. His eyes blacken, his body language becomes rigid and he looks like he might punch something at any given moment.

            "No,.." I trail off. "We aren't dating. I just-"

            "Cause it's pretty fucking crazy that you're going out on all of these dates with him and then coming to fuck me." He seethes, beginning to pick up his pace. I freeze where I'm at on the sidewalk in shock before I pick up into a slight jog to finally catch up with him. My backpack keeps falling off my shoulder though, so I have to keep fixing it.

            "Justin what the hell?" I ask, panting from how out of shape I am. "Why are you being such a dick right now? You did the same exact thing to Lexi."

            "That was completely different." He shoots back icily.

I'm not sure why I'm continuing to follow him to his house. It's just a habit of mine because after every psych class we always did this. Now I'm not sure why because I'm feeling like an idiot right now. A complete and utter idiot.

            "No it's not." I reply, trying to defend myself. "We agreed that we can date around Justin but yeah, maybe you're right. Maybe we should just stop screwing around. In the end it's only going to hurt the people that we're with or trying to pursue."

            We're standing on his porch finally before he lets out a loud sigh, setting his backpack down onto the dirty steps and sits down next to it. "Reina I'm not trying to be a dick. I'm sorry, you're right. I guess It's just different, that's all."

            "What's different?" I ask, pushing his backpack to the side so I can sit down next to him.

            "The fact that I can't bang you whenever I want to. That's what's different." We both laugh, completely forgetting about the fight as we let the silence take over us. I get that maybe it's different for him because I'm used to him going out on dates with girls, but he's not used to me doing the same with guys. He tends to forget that he cancels on me too, although that's a rare occasion.

            "Do you want to grab something to eat?" He speaks up, completely taking me by surprise.

            "Something to eat?" I reply sarcastically, my mouth jokingly dropping open. "As in leave your bedroom? You want to go out in public and actually show people we hang out with each other?"

            "Shut up." He grins. "I was rude a couple minutes ago, I'll admit it. But do you want to or- wait, shit. Sorry. I forgot about your thing with Jonah. Never mind."

            "Well I mean..." I stop myself, debating on what I really want to do. Jonah is always going to want to take me places, but Justin never offers. He hasn't paid for one thing for me and now all of a sudden he wants to hang out with me. It's  just really different. I want to get to know Justin and really be friends with him, so maybe I'll just postpone the whole Jonah thing and do this with Justin instead.

            "I can just text Jonah and we can do it some other time." I say, Justin seeming to get another smile on his face. "You know, so we can grab something to eat. I'm hungry anyways."

            "Cool." He declares, standing up from the porch step. "We can go to Eddie's."

            "The hot dog stand?" I ask in disgust. "Well it's not Valentino's, but I guess it'll do."

            "Fuck that." He chuckles. "This is in no way a date so get that out of your head. I'm not paying for your shit."

    We begin to walk down the street again, and I can't help but wonder if he knows how much of an asshole he can really be at times. If it weren't for that night at the party we never would have remotely hung out. I can one hundred percent guarantee that.

            "I know." I finally snap back, sending him a glare out of the corner of my eye. "I wasn't expecting you to."

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            Eddie's is on Main Street in Downtown Toronto. It's one of those little carts that you'd find in New York City on the corner. There's this white guy with dreadlocks that runs it every single day it seems like. When he sees us, he nods his head in our direction and awaits our order. Justin orders a cheese dog and I order a corn dog, trying not to let the cheese on the wrapper get all over my hand as I pass his over to him. It certainly wasn't where I expected to eat, but when I expected us to sit on the bench right here on the sidewalk, he starts walking towards the park across the street. I begin to follow him, jogging slightly to catch up and wonder why the hell we were walking in a park and not going back to his house to have sex.

            "This is weird." I finally decide to say, beginning to unwrap my corn dog. "You know, hanging out and not being in your room to well, yeah."

            "We've been having sex for half a year now and we know nothing about each other." He scoffs, cheese going all over his mouth. I hand him a napkin before he continues. "It's about time we've actually done this."

            I shrug, nodding my head in agreement. "I guess you're right." I say. "We really don't know that much about each other."

            "Exactly." He grins proudly, knowing he's won the argument. "So what's your favorite color?"

        I blink at him in amusement. "My favorite color? Justin, come on."

            "What?" He asks, slightly becoming offended. "It's something, right?"

    I watch him wipe his mouth off with the napkin before he looks at me for an answer. I never thought I'd ever have lunch with Justin, let alone enjoy myself. I didn't think my interests really mattered to him. "It's pink." I finally reply once I notice he's still staring at me. "What's yours?"

            "Gold." He says instantaneously, leading us over to a tree. This tree was in the middle of the park, almost as if it were a landmark or something. He sits down onto the grass, making it so that his back is leaning up against the bark. I follow his lead, sitting down next to him and watch him shove the rest of the cheese dog into his mouth. That was quick.

            "Interesting choice." I say. "What's your favorite movie?"

            "Step Brothers hands down."

            "I love that movie!" I exclaim. "Will Ferrell is such a great actor."

            "Yeah." He agrees, looking at me with that same expression I couldn't decipher earlier. "He is."

            As we talk more, we figure out that we have a lot in common. Such as we both love pizza, and we both are obsessed with Coldplay. He tells me the one place he's always wanted to go is Europe, and I say that I've always wanted to go to Paris. We get along really well. In fact, we actually are having fun. After three hours of talking, we finally run out of things to talk about, the silence taking over us.

            "I think us being friends is a good thing." I finally say, standing up from the grass. "I think knowing each other better is good."

            "Friends." He repeats, narrowing his eyes into the sun. "Yeah, that's good."

            We start walking back towards his house that was only a block away, and in a strange sense it seems like something is bothering him. I kind of just let it go because we've had a good day and I really didn't feel like getting into another fight. I really did mean it when I said being friends is a good thing, although now that we're starting to know each other better I can't help but think of all of the fights there will be in the future. Probably a lot since we're so alike.

            "Well I should probably get back now." I smirk, clutching onto my backpack. "I would say thanks for the hot dog but I paid for it, so..."

        "You're just trying to ruin the friends thing." He laughs, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. I love when he does that. "Such a damn pain in the ass."

        "It's not my fault you don't know how to treat a lady." I tease, punching him jokingly on the shoulder. 

        "I certainly know how to treat a lady when she's mine." He smirks. "When I've got a girl she's the only one in the world. Believe that."

        "Yeah yeah yeah." I sigh, waving my hands in disapproval. "I'll believe it when I see it."

        We finally reach the point where we have to go in separate directions, so I take him by surprise and hug him closer than usual, kissing him on the cheek like I usually do. This time he was acting so weird about it though. For a second he gets all wide-eyed and then he just nods his head, pulling away so he that could be at a distance from me. He's never been like this, and I'm starting to think of what I might have done wrong today for him to be this way. I can't think of anything except our fight.

"Bye Reina." He says quickly, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I'll see you around."A/N:

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