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"Good. Better. Best. Never let it rest. 'Til your good is better and your better is best." - St Jerome.

Recap:

Andrew Jacobs.

I didn't know the name. What did this guy want to do with Xavier? He didn't seem like the person Xavier would be hanging out with. I would hope, anyway. He seemed older than my dad.

I slowly let my eyes trail up towards the stairs.

I didn't have a good feeling about this.

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I should punch Megan in the face more often.

I got to have a four-day vacation and got to hook up with Xavier over and over again. It was awesome. It was like ever since we slept together, our skin had become magnets.

I'd start making dinner, we were on the bench making out. I'd go to watch a movie, we'd end up making out on the lounge. I'd go to have a shower, we'd end up not only making out against the glass door of my shower.

Although it was beyond amazing, it was exhausting. He was hard to keep up with.

We had been running and doing work outs (which of course, also ended in make out sessions) which had been intense. My whole body ached. My muscles were screaming at me as I walked through school.

"Xavier must be an animal," Alex purred, both him and Brooklyn materialising beside me, knowing looks on their faces.

I rolled my eyes. "I did a workout yesterday that was obviously beyond my capabilities."

"Yes Faith," Brooklyn smirked, nodding, exchanging a look with Alex. "That's definitely what you did."

These two were lethal when they ganged up on me.

Shoving her playfully, we rounded the corner. I couldn't help but smirk at Megan's who face still looked funny. I got her good. She scowled, turning her back to me. The grin on my face only got wider.

"I've never seen you smile so much," Brooklyn commented, continuing to glance at me. "It's freaking me out a bit."

"She's in love," Alex cooed, pinching my cheek playfully. "Chooky girl Faith is in L-O-V-E."

I half shrugged, still unable to wipe the smile from my face, ignoring Alex's immature behaviour, too in a daze to get cranky at him. I brushed my hair back, biting my lip.

"I feel good."

"You look it, too," she agreed.

I was positively beaming, inside and out. The last few days had been awesome. I almost wanted to thank Jacob in preparing me for something like this. At least we hadn't had to experience the awkwardness of the "first time". Because it was natural, it was ten times better.

He was ten times better. Sorry Jacob.

We all went our separate ways. I was just wandering down the hallway. At school, my walk was fast-paced as I was always on a mission. Brooklyn half the time had to jog to keep up with me. But today, I was leisurely strolling around, not caring if I had anywhere to be.

Suddenly, a door to my left opened, smacking me on the shoulder. I staggered to the right in surprise. Before I had any time to recover, cool fingers wrapped around my wrist, tugging me in. A gasp left my lips. I stumbled in, hitting someone's hard chest.

I still had no time to comprehend what the hell was going on.

Lips met mine in a rush. I knew those lips very well. Xavier's hands gripped my hips, pushing me up onto a table behind us. I'm not one hundred percent sure where we are, but it's dark and smells kind of funny, so it must be a utility closet or something.

Shoving himself in between my knees, he pressed his body against mine, hungrily kissing me as if we hadn't seen each other in a month.

"Hi," he breathed, his lips hardly breaking from mine. "How's your day been?"

"So-so," I mumbled half-jokingly.

"Oh really?" he asked, yanking my hair out of my hair band.

I half groaned in annoyance of having to fix that later and two, how sexy it was. His hand slithered up my skirt, his fingers teasing me. My moan was so loud I wouldn't be surprised if my dad heard it in Queensland.

Xavier pulled back, slapping a hand to my mouth. He laughed quietly in my ear as my face flamed in humiliation. Oh God. What if someone had been walking past? I had had no control of myself.

"Did you like that?" he whispered.

"Xavier," I panted, breathless. "We can't do this here."

"Why not?"

His fingers began moving again and I squeezed my eyes shut. What was I saying again? My fingers gripped his shoulders as he looped his pinkie around my undies, tugging them down.

"Stop it!" I snapped, slowly composing myself. "What if someone walks in?"

"They can watch?" he shrugged, kissing my cheek, across my jaw and down to my neck. "I don't care."

He began nibbling at my ear. Why did I care, again?

Suddenly, the bell rang loudly. We both jolted, having completely lost trace of time.

"I'm going to be so late!" I whispered, shoving him back. I jumped to the ground, pulling my underwear up.

"So? Don't go."

"Xavier," I whined as he began undoing the top buttons of my shirt. "This is my first day back from suspension."

My words finally triggered something inside him. He stepped back, shaking his head. He was clearly as affected by this as I was.

"Right. Sorry."

I ran my fingers through his messy hair. "We can pick up where we left off tonight?"

He nodded eagerly, his eyes still dark with lust. "Definitely."

Pressing my lips to his once more, I began fixing myself.

"Wait," I said as he began to head to the door. "How did you know it was me walking past?"

"The door wasn't fully closed. I was waiting for you."

"Oh," I grinned as he shot me a slightly sheepish smile. "That's cute."

He took a step back, wrapping his arm around my waist.

Slowly, he brought his fingers up to his face, inhaling. I just stared at him, confused.

"I'm going to smell like you all day."

I gasped as he grinned, before darting out of the room. I leant back against the table, my legs feeling wobbly. How was I meant to go to class now?

Finally feeling ready and dreading walking in late doing the walk of shame, I stepped out. A guy in the year below me was walking past. He gave me an odd look. Who knows what I looked like? My cheeks were hot and my hair extremely messy. Quickly chucking it up in my high pony tail again, I adjusted my uniform. It still felt wrong.

Walking briskly, I managed to make it to class. I fumbled through the door and eyes swivelled to me. Alex was in this class and had gone early to ask about the assessment due at the end of the week. His face literally made me want to die. He smirked at me, knowing all-too-well what I've been up to. I ducked my head, weaving through the desks. I collapsed beside him.

He opened his mouth and I glared at him.

"Not. A. Word."

Still smirking, he drew an invisible line across his mouth.

I will never hear the end of this.

***

The school day went pretty fast. Maybe it was because I was in a daze. I trailed behind Brooklyn, still slightly flustered from what happened at the end of lunch. We were going to go down town for some ice cream.

"Where are you going?" she asked, jangling her keys in front of my face. "I said I'll drive."

I hope the horror didn't show on my face.

"Um, let's just take my car. It's closer."

"No it isn't?"

"Oh, huh... let's just take it anyway."

She frowned. "Is this because of my driving?"

"No way," I forced out, not looking at her.

"Faith!"

"Okay, yes. You suck," I said, unable to pretend any longer. I shrugged as she stared at me, her mouth open.

She stared at me in shock. "Ouch."

"Sorry," I laughed. "That was mean but it's true. Come on, let me just drive."

Huffing, she shoved her keys back into her bag and followed me, grumbling under her breath the entire time. I blatantly ignored her. Sliding into my car, I inhaled the fresh smell of my strawberry hanger.

My cheeks then burned crimson when I thought back to Xavier and what he said to me, just before he had run out of the room.

"So, how was the end of lunch?" she asked casually. "Alex said..."

"Shh!" I glowered at her. "I can't talk about that right now."

She broke out in laughter. "Oh my God. You're so cute."

"Stop it."

"You are! You're so into him!"

"Seriously. Shut it."

She was grinning the whole way down to the main street. Sending her another annoyed look, I pulled roughly on the hand brake, before climbing from the car.

"Are you dating yet?" she asked, grabbing her wallet.

I waited impatiently for her, so I could lock the doors.

"No."

"Are you going to soon?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"He probably doesn't even want that," I muttered, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"What do you want?"

I shrugged. "I do like him."

"And he said he likes you, right? Well, it's obvious he does."

"Doesn't mean he wants to date me."

"Doesn't mean he doesn't," she smirked, giving me a knowing look.

"I don't even know what I want, let alone what he does." I sighed, our shoulders bumping as we walked down town.

I let my eyes roam the streets as Brooklyn launched into a monologue about commitment. She always went off on this, as I had sworn of relationships after my last horrible one with Jacob. She kept saying not all relationships will end like that and I need to let myself learn to trust again, blah, blah.

The cool breeze had picked up. I zipped my jacket up, in attempt to protect my chest from the cold. Last thing I wanted was to get sick right now.

"You're not even listening, are you?"

"Huh?"

"Ugh," she groaned, throwing her hands up. "Why do I even bother?"

I just shrugged.

She definitely should go into social work or counselling. She would be good at it, considering she's made me her personal practice subject.

We walked past the coffee shop and she waved at her boss. I grimaced as he was just about to call someone's name. I think anyone in a five-mile radius would be able to hear him.

I never drank coffee, until Brooklyn started working there. I had to have an excuse to go harass her at work. I used to dislike the taste, but after figuring out a way I liked it, it's pretty good now.

We walked into the local ice cream shop. I ordered a medium size tub of rainbow ice cream, with nerds sprinkled across the top and a scoop of nutella on the side. I know, I'm gross. Well, that's what Brooklyn exclaimed upon hearing me order. The look on the lady's face serving us, told me she agreed with her.

Sitting down heavily on the leather seat, Brooklyn collapsed beside me.

"Derek has been annoying me."

I bit my tongue. Derek annoys everyone. He's a douche.

"Really?" I asked, trying to sound sympathetic.

"He just keeps blowing all his money on dumb shit." she said, scooping a rather large spoonful of chocolate ice cream into her mouth. It didn't stop her from talking. I really wanted to say maybe it's because he is a dumb shit, but I controlled myself. "I want him to save for a nice car, but all he does is want to buy stuff for golf."

I made a face at her as the ice cream dribbled down her chin. And she said I was a grub.

"Well, it is his money."

"But I'm trying to look out for him." she justified.

"Well, maybe tell him that he can still buy the stuff he wants, but that he needs to try and put a bit of his pay away each week in a saving fund."

"Maybe you should talk to him," she said, nodding at my advice. "You scare him. He'll listen to you."

Have a sit down with Derek? I couldn't think of anything worse. I'd rather have a coffee with my mother.

"Maybe," I forced out.

After devouring my ice cream, we threw our containers in the bin. I sent a wave to Linda as we walked out. We came here all the time, so we were all on a first name basis.

Brooklyn withdrew her hand sanitiser and we both scrubbed our hands to remove the stickiness.

"I'm kind of surprised you hung out with me this afternoon," she said as we headed down the street towards the water, to go for a walk along the wall.

"We always hang out?" I asked, glancing at her. "Why would today be any different?"

"Well, I thought you might have wanted to be with Xavier."

"I will always have time to hang with you," I said firmly.

I didn't know she had doubts about this. I hope I haven't given her any signs to make her think this way.

She smiled, looking relieved. "Okay."

"Besides, I think he's at the gym today. He goes a couple times a week."

"You should go with him."

"I have my own set up at home, remember? I much prefer that."

"Oh, right, yeah," she nodded.

A few times I've tried to get Brooklyn to come have a work out with me, but she refuses. She's such a wimp. Ten minutes in, she sounds like she smokes three packs a day and has so much sweat she could collect it in a bucket. Yeah, it's not a pretty sight. For someone as thin as she is, she's really unfit.

I licked my lips, as we continued to walk, still able to taste the rainbow ice cream on my lips. The afternoon glow settled over the water. It looked cool. It was always really pretty around here.

"Isn't that Xavier over there?" Brooklyn suddenly asked.

Glancing up, I saw Xavier. I frowned as he was walking with someone. A girl. I studied a little harder, realising it was one of Megan's friends. What the hell was he doing with one of her skanks?

"Stay cool," Brooklyn said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

They were holding hands.

I was going to murder him.

My cheeks grew hot and my fists balled. What the hell!? I stared harder as he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her nose.

We'd never discussed anything about being exclusive but hello, we shouldn't have needed to. He definitely knew I wasn't seeing anyone else and I had assumed the same with him. Considering we live together and all.

Brooklyn tugged on my arm.

"Let's go," she murmured.

Tears welled in my eyes. How could he do this? He told me he liked me.

I wanted to go over there and punch him so hard that it knocked him into the water behind him.

I wasn't going through this again.

We were so done.

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