I woke up in a cold sweat for what seemed like the fifth time this month. I wiped the perspiration from my forehead as I sat up, slightly panting. There was a slight warmth on my lips as if I'd actually just made out with this unknown boy but that was impossible. He was just a figment of my imagination. 

There was a knock on my door and Dr Shree's voice called, "Are you awake?"

"Come in, Dr Shree," I replied.

She opened the door and moved to sit on the end of my bed. She had only studied me for a fleeting moment when she stood abruptly, "Are you panting?"

"Just a... just a bad dream," I explained. Not a complete lie. I vaguely remember dreaming of my dad as well tonight.

Dr Shree frowned and quickly moved over to the monitor that managed my sleeping patterns. Dr Shree let out a small sigh of relief as she saw no obscurities. 

She turned back to me with a wink, "You gave me a small heart attack. I thought we'd gone past this."

"Sorry," I gave her an apologetic smile.

Dr Shree continued, "Anyway, what was the bad dream?"

"Just dad," I shrugged, "Still... still not over it, I guess."

"You can never be over somebody's death," Dr Shree patted my shoulder, "You can get past a grieving stage but they'll forever be with you... in your heart."

"Not sure that Mum agrees," I murmured, "Mum cried for a bit but then... then she just returned to work."

"She was preoccupying herself so she didn't have to worry," Dr Shree explained, "I don't think your mum will ever get over you dad either, okay?"

I nodded infinitesimally.

"Let's get you to breakfast, yeah?"

***

I woke up in my bed at the holiday home. That was the third night this week that my 'Christian' time had been taken up by early memories. 

Just how wrong had Dr Shree been? Mum had certainly 'gotten over' Dad.

I rolled over and fumbled for my phone on the bedside table. I had three text messages and a few snapchats. I went through the snapchats before sending a photo of still-sleeping-Em to Bree, Whitney and Diana. I next went to the text messages.

Bree: enjoy the rest of your holidays! im jetting off to paris for the rest of this week so ill try and snapchat you as much as possible babe. tell em i said hi. ily xx

Me: Enjoy Paris, Bree :) Be sure to send those snaps. xx.

Rose: Heeeeeyyyyyy Natttttttieeeeeeeeeeee, dya think thatt weeeee coulllllld cattttchhhh uuuuuuupppppp? Meeeeesssssageeeee meeee baaackkk. xx iiiiilyyyyy. 

Me: Remember to take some aspirin this morning, Rose ;) I'm going to assume you were drunk-texting me? Otherwise, use proper grammar, please. 

Shawn: Christian keeps goin on about u. Im thinkin it was a bad idea 2 come back 2 school 4 the hols.

Me: Tell him I say hi :) Oh, and use fewer numbers; it gets irritating. 

I put my phone back down with a smile before standing up to get ready for the day at the same time there was a knock on the bedroom door. 

I cracked it open and Marie asked, "Is Emily still sleeping?"

I nodded and said quietly, "She stayed up quite late."

"Uh, her father's on the phone," she murmured. I let Marie walk into the room to wake up her daughter. 

Emily was still half groggy when Marie placed the phone to her daughter's ear and walked back out. 

Emily held the phone and whined, "Hello?"

In a moment, her eyes widened and she attempted to compose herself. 

I began pulling on clothes as Emily spoke, "Yeah. Hi Dad. How... how are you?"

There was a pause as I buttoned my shirt. 

"You don't call very often, anymore... what's up?"

Another long pause before Emily said quietly, "Y-yeah... I'd like to visit you?"

It came out more like a question, though; as if, she didn't know what to say. 

Emily glanced to me quickly like a signal for help but she said, "Ch-christmas? Um... sure. Christmas it is."

"Bye."

Then she put her mum's phone down and whimpered slightly, "I'm going to my dad's for Christmas?"

"Seems like it," I chuckled a little bit.

She frowned, "But I haven't seen him in like... two years."

"Consider it a reunion," I mused, "With presents. Lots of presents."

She gasped suddenly, "He might buy me a car! He is insanely rich, after all."

I smiled at her sudden enthusiasm, "Come on then. If you sit in bed all day, Christmas will just seem longer away."

***

"Can I just... talk to Natalie?" James said to Emily. 

Emily sighed, "She's right here. So talk?"

James moved to sit in front of me and I stared at him blankly.

He began in a whisper, "I know what I did was wrong but please let me make it up to you."

"Why'd you do it?" I raised an eyebrow, "You stole my virginity and then vanished, James."

He winced, "I couldn't exactly... I couldn't exactly bring myself to realise what I'd just did."

Em scoffed, "Yeah. Right."

James shrugged, "It's true. You weren't the only virgin in that room a year ago."

I froze. Emily whispered, "I'm gonna leave now."

James continued, "I lost my virginity that night too. I left because I couldn't come to the fact that I'd lost my virginity to a girl I see once a year. You're special to me for three weeks out of a year and then nothing. I didn't want to see that I'd made a mistake."

I narrowed my eyes at him through tears. So stealing each other's virginity was a mistake? Fine then, James.

I stood up quickly and slapped him hard across the face. I snapped, "Enjoy the bruise and delete my number."

I spun around and marched for the house. 

***

Obviously, he didn't delete my number. I ended up having to block him on every form of communication he didn't contact me with until today. 

I stayed locked up in my room for the rest of the day, mulling things over. So, he'd lost his virginity to me too. I'd spent all this time thinking my virginity had been stolen from me, meanwhile, I'd actually stolen someone else's. It doesn't make things better, though. Surely it doesn't take a year to realise that. I'd realised that he was a jerk the moment he walked out on me. 

I pressed a pillow to my face, breathing in the smell of my conditioner. I don't have to worry about James fudging Winchester any longer. Besides...

I have Christian, I thought with a smile. 

I glanced to my phone and scrolled to the calendar app. The doctors had sort of suggested we'd see each other at the end-of-year dance but that wasn't definite. I'd put a little note in for that day anyway. 

November 30th, 2016... Approximately two and a half months until I get to see Christian again. 

Two and a half months. 

***

"Park...er," I moaned slightly. I blushed as he reeled back.

Parker, I'm guessing that's what his name was, chuckled slightly, "Did you just moan?"

"No," I squeaked.

"Aw," he cooed as he swiped his thumb across my blush, "Do I make you moan, Dove?"

"No," I repeated, on edge. 

Parker leaned down and kissed me slightly, "I love you too, Dove."

I rolled my eyes, "And I love you."

He began to press faint kiss across my jawline and I shivered, "We probably should stop using this classroom as a makeout spot, though."

"What do you mean?" he asked against my skin. 

"It's a little... unhygienic."

Parker began laughing again and then rolled over to lie next to me, "Well, where else can we make out? Our rooms are off-limits - remember what happened last time? - and everywhere else in The Facility has cameras."

"I hate The Facility," I whimpered, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"I do, too," Parker murmured, throwing an arm across my waist. 

***

My eyes fluttered open. I'd had a daydream? It made sense to fall asleep considering I was on the beach, listening to the sounds of waves but this was my first dream of Christian in the day. Had he been asleep too or was it just me? If I fell asleep, did he fall asleep? 

I rubbed my head, gaining a quick headache. I may be one of the people in the experiment but I don't understand half of the problems that come with it.

***

Song: Yellow - Coldplay. 

A short chapter, I'm sorry... :| Please don't kill me! *You come at me with a pitchfork and shovel*

xx Sharky.