Jacob-

I glance fleetingly at the name on the screen of my phone, bringing it to my ear to speak.

"What's up, Romeo?" I inquire.

On the opposite end of the phone an excessively loud bass pounds through the speaker, and what I can only make out as someone trying to shout a load of nonsense into Ollie's phone. Scowling at the noise infiltrating my ears, I hastily pull the phone a short distance away, to avoid my eardrums being permanently damaged.

"Do you really still have to call me that?" Ollie whines into my ear.

I can't help but chuckle at his response. Romeo was the nickname that Tomas had introduced during our early year's of school after we somehow managed to convince Ollie it would be a great idea to serenade his crush from outside her bedroom window. Except her dad wasn't best pleased when a stone came flying through his window at 11 pm, clonking him on the head in the process. The stupid fool didn't get the right window.

I've never seen him run so fast.

"I'll start calling you Nova again," he warns and I grimace into the phone, even though he can't see my expression, " Anyway, I think it's about time you come fetch your Pussycat. Her and Danni are absolutely trashed, and she's currently out front with some unsavoury characters."

My eyes narrow at this statement, "Unsavoury characters?" I question, my interest suddenly piqued.

"Ben Stoke's gang," he says grimly.

"I'm on my way," I reply, ending the call before any pleasantries can be exchanged.

Shoving my phone deep in my pocket, my hands shake furiously, and I'm unsure whether they're shaking due to rage that Kitty's with those idiots, or fear of what they might do to her. Either way, I grab my keys from the kitchen countertop and jog outside to the car.

By the time I reach Luca's house, it's much akin to a house from those popular American High School films. Kids sprawl across the lawn oblivious to their surroundings, and most of them wearing very little clothing or nothing at all. Just watching them causes me to shiver, I'm getting old. Toilet paper hangs from every window, and the classic red cups litter the grass. I dread to think what state the inside of the house is in.

I spot Kitty, almost immediately, standing under an old Oak tree, the centre fixation of five other guys. Blood boils in the pit of my stomach at the thought of those bastards taking advantage of her in this state or any woman for that matter.

"There you are Pussycat!" I project my voice across the lawn successfully grabbing the attention of the men, whilst striding towards them. "I think you've had enough to drink for one night."

As I approach, a tall, skinny guy blocking my view of Kitty steps aside, and for a moment I freeze staring at her. I swiftly recall the night I first saw her at the strip club, in all her glory, except right now she's a hot mess. Tonight she wears way too much makeup, with the deep red colour of her lipstick smudged across one side of her face. The dress she wears would usually be beautiful but hitched so far up her thighs as it is this very moment makes it appear cheap and trashy.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Jacob Wilde. Haven't seen you for a while."

The voice to my left brings me back to reality, and I turn to look directly at Ben.

"How's it going, Ben?" I question, doing my best to fake interest.

"Not bad, not bad," he motions to Kitty, who's stood way to close to one of his groupies. "This one yours?"

"Yes," I reply simply, ignoring the furious glare that I know is digging daggers into my back.

"Dang. We were just about to have some fun," he explains. "You banging her tonight?"

The way he speaks is so casual as if he were asking me what I'd eaten for dinner this evening.

"Of course," I retaliate, playing along with a smirk across my lips. I wish.

"You were just about to give me a lap dance weren't ya girlie."

Even in her intoxicated state, she squirms away from his lecherous hand as he reaches to grab her bare leg. My fingers clench into a fist by my side, but I force myself to keep my cool.

"Well," I cough to clear my throat in conclusion. "Time to go, Kitten," I reach out for her and she squeals, backing away from me.

"No Ja-cup. I'm enjoying it- here," she stumbles over each word.

Jacup? Really.

A deep growl sounds in my throat if only she knew what I'm saving her ass from. Reaching out for her again, I tighten my fingers around her thin arm and tug. Like a dead weight, her body flings against my chest as she squeaks in protest. I wrap my arms around her neck, this would be so much easier if she wasn't conscious. I briefly contemplate knocking her out, but quickly decide against it.

"I want to stay Ja-cup. Stop-ordering-me-around." she shouts between struggling.

"Looks like she's not too keen to go with you," Ben piped up, eyes narrowed in on me.

"She's just drunk," I state, "always gets like this."

With that said I tighten my grip on her and lean down near to her ear "Stop being such a silly girl," I grumble, whilst practically dragging her back towards my car. After much fighting, I hoist her into my arms, and place her in the passenger seat of my car, securing the seatbelt around her chest. I exhale a large breath in relief, climbing into the seat next to her. She's glaring at me as I click my seatbelt into place, so I turn my body to face her and stare menacingly right back at her. Almost instantly, she awkwardly averts my gaze to look through the glass window.

I chuckle to myself before revving up the engine. There's something about seeing the, not so innocent Kitty White riled up, gets me going like nothing else. As I drive, I try to keep my eyes focused on the road, but I'm finding it incredibly difficult not to steal glances of her, in her current attire. The stretched fabric of her dress lies tight against her milky skin, and the way she's sitting causes it to rise, almost to her crotch revealing the black lace of her panties. Her breasts threaten to burst out of the clingy material of the dress any second.

"What do you think you're looking at?" her tone is demanding, and her eyes cold when I lift my gaze to meet them.

I gulp inwardly, but plaster a smirk across my lips, " you, sweetheart,"

I send her a naughty wink, readying myself for a punch or act of violence, but it doesn't come. Instead, her face takes on different features, her eyes soft, lips parted ever so slightly. A small pink tongue runs itself over those plump lips. She looks downright sexy, even with makeup smudged over her face.

"Ja-cup," she coos, leaning closer to me

I return my eyes to the road determined not to crash the car, "yes Kitten?"

Her long fingernails run seductively down my left arm, making all the tiny hairs on my neck stand to attention.

"Are we going to fuck tonight?"

I glance back over to her, my eyes wide in shock. Did she seriously just utter those words? Did Kitty White just ask if I'm going to fuck her? The girl who shudders under any male physical touch. I raise my eyebrows at her and smirk

"No, sweetheart we're not," I reply swiftly, and very much begrudgingly on my part.

I have to be the bigger person right? I can't take advantage of a sexy, intoxicated stripper.

As much as I would love to. As much as certain areas of my body are wanting for that. I just can't do that to her.

She slumps back in the chair, a pout now presents on her pretty lips. "Why?" She whines

I cough to clear my throat once again. "Because, Kitten. As much as I'd love to take you up on your very generous offer, this isn't you talking. It's whatever alcohol-punch medley you've consumed. And I guarantee you are going to regret this in the morning, if you remember any of it that is," I try to explain to the best of my ability.

She quietens down for the rest of the journey home, probably dozing in between sleep and consciousness. I pull onto the driveway and make my way round to her side of the car. As I pull the door open, she nearly falls to the floor, but I manage to catch her in my arms before she plummets to the ground.

I sigh, "Come on," I urge wanting to get out of the rain that's vegan pelting down on us,

"I can't!" she cries pointing in dismay to her feet.

My eyes cast to the floor, revealing her bare feet. Brilliant. Grumbling, I remove my own shoes from my feet, trying not to cringe as my socks sponge up the water from the ground. Carefully, I lift her up and place her down in the shoes. I hold back my laughter as she attempts to walk, the shoes swamp her tiny feet.

"Don't laugh Ja-cup," she squeaks, the words barely leaving her lips as an inhuman amount of vomit spews from them. All over my shoes.

Great...

I grimace at the disgusting stench given off by the fluorescent coloured puddle that surrounds her feet. Least she didn't do it in my car, just all over her and her dress. Sighing, I grab a fistful of her hair and hold it out of the way while she finishes. I wonder if Ollie is going through this with Danni.

"Are you done?" I question a little irritable at standing outside in the cold and rain.

She manages what I think is a nod, so without further ado, I haul her up into my arms and carry her into the house. I don't stop walking until we reach the bathroom on the second floor, where I plonk her down onto the tiles. Reaching for the faucet, I spill warm water into the tub.

When I turn back around, my jaw almost drops to the floor at what I see in front of me. Having removed her purple dress and discarded it on the floor next to her, Kitty now stands in her underwear watching me, and fluttering her long lashes in an alluring manner.

I raise an eyebrow skyward " Well you sure turn into a flirtatious little minx when you've been drinking don't you," I utter in disbelief.

Using my finger, I beckon her to me. She stalks over, never taking her eyes off me. I'm pretty positive she would kill me if she knew what I was about to do. She probably still will once she's sober.

In one swift movement, I spin her to face away from me, and expertly unclip her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. Tugging her pants down to her ankles reveals her perfectly shaped ass. Forcing myself to ignore the raging hard-on in my trousers, I nimbly lift her into the tub, the water thankfully submerging her stunning physique. I groan to myself, unfortunately, the male instincts within me are finding it rather difficult to overlook the fact I have a naked woman in my bathroom.

"Kitty. Don't move, I'll be right back," I order before scurrying from the room.

Leaning back against the doorframe, I exhale heavily. I have to control myself, but my head and my heart are screaming completely different things at me. My phone abruptly starts vibrating in my pocket, before bursting into song. Gripping it tightly between my fingers I bring it to my ear.

"Yello," I answer

"Jay. How's it going with Puss in boots?"

"Great Ollie, just great. I eventually got her back, she threw up on my shoes and is now naked in my tub." This causes Ollie to burst into a fit of laughter. I sigh "things couldn't be better. How's Danni?"

"She's alright, a little worse for wear. She can probably handle her drink better than Kitty though. Anyway, I was just checking you got back alright. Have fun!"

"Yeah, cheers," I grumble, scowling at the phone in my hand, before shoving it back in my pocket.

I return to the bathroom, where Kitty is occupying herself playing with bubbles on the surface of the water. A large child-like grin spreads across her face when she locks eyes with me again. I can't help but smile back.

"Ja-cup!" She cries happily

I roll my eyes kneeling on the floor beside the tub. Reaching across I grab a bottle of shampoo, and squirt it onto her head. I rub the lather vigorously into her hair, tugging a comb through dried clumps of vomit. Gently I push her down into the water to remove the excess shampoo. She stares up at me with wide, frightened eyes so I pull her back up quickly. Once satisfied the majority of her is clean, I run a sponge across her face in an attempt to remove the makeup.

I close my eyes while she stands, and wrap a cotton towel around her small frame. Taking another smaller towel, I scrub her hair till it's reasonably dry. I still can't believe I'm doing this, I feel like I'm taking care of a small child. Once I've slipped an oversized sweater over her head, I lead her to the spare bedroom. Silently, I tuck her under the quilt, before heading for the door. I really need to sort out the big problem in my pants.

"Don't leave!" I hear her squeak at my back, "Ja-cup stay with me."

I stare at her sat up in the large king-size bed. Her eyes are the size of saucers, and her bottom lip is quivering as if she's going to cry. I'd never ever believed that this same woman dances on stage in front of hundreds of people. I stroll back over to the bed and perch on the edge.

"It's ok. I won't leave," I promise, running a hand through her soft hair.

She grabs my hand and pulls it to her chest like she's hugging a teddy bear. Well, I'm definitely not going anywhere now.

Kitty reminds me in so many ways of her. Every time she looks at me, every time she shouts at me, every time she responds with a snarky comment, I see the same fear in her eyes. She stares at me with those same eyes my best friend once did. And I can only stare back with a mass amount of guilt, guilt that I can't make everything better for her. And never could.

An unwanted tear escapes, and trickles down my cheek, which I wipe away hastily, never to be seen by anyone else. After all, I'm the one that's still breathing.

A/N- I finally got to update this story! I'm so sorry for the wait. This is one of my favourite chapters so I hope you enjoy it too!

Any ideas on what happened to Jacob? =p

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Beth xx