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Jade's POV

The week flew by without any advancements made in my 'seduce my brother's best friend' plan so I guess it was time to give up and find someone else, maybe Connor has a big package though he probably doesn't, well I'll find out at the party tonight.

I curled my hair and put on a short, satin, navy blue dress that had a slit just right on my thigh, I don't really know how to apply make-up so I put on a little mascara and some clear lip gloss. I wore black boot heels and put on a matching black leather jacket then, went downstairs, passing Jonathan and Blake on the way to the door.

"Whoa whoa whoa," he stopped me, "where the hell do you think you're going with that," he pointed at my dress, "on."

I rolled my eyes, "To a party, why else would I be dressed up on a Friday night?"

"Yeah but that's extremely short," he tapped on Blake's chest, "right dude?"

His eyes scanned over my body, suddenly making me feel self-conscious, "Whatever, I'm gonna go now." I turned to leave.

"Okay wait," he stopped me again, "give me your phone." he demanded.

"Why would you need my phone?" I grumbled as I reached into my jacket pocket and fished out my phone.

He grabbed it and turned it on, "Password?"

I took it back and put the code in, then handed it back to him, "Well you already have my number," he began typing, "but I'm not always with my phone so I'm giving you Blake's."

"I don't need his number." I declared.

He sighed and looked at me with worried eyes, "I know, I want you to have it just in case."

I glanced over at him to see that he was still looking at me, "I doubt I'd need it." I said and yanked my phone out of his hand.

The moment I got outside and out of prying eyes, I looked down at my phone, his number was boldly written across the screen while his name was in tiny letters under it. I couldn't help but squeal in happiness, on the inside though, can't have them thinking anything of it.

Blake's POV

She looked so damn sexy tonight, if she were any other girl, she'd be in my bed by now. I've had to endure a week of her traipsing around in all those shorts and tiny shirts, she wouldn't even wear a bra sometimes and have her nipples poking through them. If not for that stupid promise, she would already be mine, I accepted it, thinking that it be easy and it's anything but.

Jonathan tapped me on the shoulder, ripping me from my thoughts, "I'm gonna turn in." he said and headed upstairs.

My phone stayed silent next to me, it had been over and hour and a half since she left, I guess she really didn't need it... speak of the devil. My phone vibrated next to me, an unknown number was calling me.

"So you used it after all." I said smugly.

"I'm calling about your cars extended warranty..." I immediately hung up.

God I feel stupid, why did I think that she'd actually call me, that was idioti- my phone vibrated again, another unknown number.

"You have the wrong number." I said as soon as I picked it up.

"Oh I'm sorry," a female voice sounded, but it wasn't hers, "I saw this number listed as her emergency contact," I sighed, of course Jonathan would do that, "she's drunk and sleeping on the couch and I called the other number, but-"

I stood up and walked to the door, grabbing my car keys on the way, "What's the address?" I asked.

"107 beach drive." she replied and hung up.

I got into my car and inserted the address into my phone.

**

When I got there, I walked to the door and knocked, nobody answered but I can't blame them, the music was pretty loud. Suddenly the music turned down by a lot, I decided to use this chance to knock again.

"I can't believe she actually came." I heard a voice say inside, a female voice.

"Yeah, I thought I was going to get a chance with her but I guess a slut also has tastes." this time a male voice and the entire place was engulfed in laughter.

I knocked on the door aggressively, I don't even know where it came from, the laughter ceased and hurried footsteps came to a stop at the door and it cracked open. I saw the a girl with a full face of make-up and a dress that revealed more than just her cleavage. She looked at me with a confused expression, then something clicked in her head, "Blake, right?"

"Yeah." she opened the door fully for me to walk in, I had interrupted their conversation and now all eyes were on me, "Where is she?" I inquired.

A girl appeared in the living room, looked like she was coming from the kitchen, "Are you her new boyfriend?" she asked, walking to one of the guys seated on the couch and flopped on him.

"What are you, like in college?" he spoke, "You know that's a crime, right?"

"But wait she's 18 already so it's probably not." she said.

I sighed, "Where is she?" I repeated, ignoring their questions and they didn't seem to like that very much.

The guy with the girl on his lap tilted his head towards the stairs, "Upstairs, second room to your right."

I made my way upstairs and was surprised to see her awake, she was just sitting there on the bed, her jacket was on the floor and her hair was a little messy.

"You were awake?"

"Yeah."

"You heard them?"

"Yeah."

I sat on the foot of the bed, "Do they always..." I couldn't complete the sentence.

"I got used to it after a while," she smiled but there was something sad about it, "I just remind myself that they're just jealous."

"They called you a slut."

"I've been called worse." she stood up and put on her jacket.

I went to her and picked her up.

"Hey let me go," she resisted.

"Stay still." I ordered, "They think I'm your boyfriend and one guy in particular was looking a little threatened by that so why not give them a show."

She stilled in my arms and rested her head against my chest, then we made our way downstairs. They all stared at us in awe as I neared the door and one of the guys in a letterman jacket came to stop me.

"Where are you taking her?" he asked.

"Home."

He looked at his friends and back at me, then grabbed her arm which was dangling from the side, "See we don't really know who you are so we can't just let you take her."

I stared at him hand on hers, "Let go of her," I growled. He stepped back but still kept his hold on her, "What? Is she your friend?"

"Yes." one of the girls behind him said.

I felt Jade chuckle against my chest and I couldn't help but smile, "Do friends usually call each other sluts?" I asked in the most serious tone I could muster and she laughed silently on my chest.

"But she-"

"Let go of her," I ordered, "I won't tell you again."

His hands fell to his sides and I walked out.