"I smirk on my way home, thinking about Emma Rose Agreste. I intend to make her mine. I will have my way with her, then ditch her once I get bored. Yes, she will even thank me for it. In the end, they always do." I keep all these thoughts to myself.

    "Emma," I say as I wrap my arms around her shoulders. "Yes, J-Jake?" She says. Boy is she gullible. She thinks I like her, but I am only using her. I am a bad boy.

    "You know something, why wait until Friday? We can go out now," I say. Emma smiles and stares into my eyes. "Okay, where too?" She asks.

   "I was thinking of the pizza place," I say. "You are on!" She exclaims.

        I take her to the pizza jot. We enjoyed the food and I didn't tell her about my plans for afterward, why spoil them? I  pay for the food. Then, I take her to my work. We get in because we are both over seventeen. "You are pretty, "I lie. I can't let her catch on that I like Katharine Bates. How else do I get her to fall for me?   "Y-you think so?" She stumbles over her words. "yes, babe," I lie more.

    The more lies I tell the more she believes. Yes, I have her wrapped around my finger. I dance with her. She likes it. She gets really into it. She even takes off that stupid hoodie she always wears. She leaves the blue hair clips in though. 

     I kiss her cheeks, then her eyelids, and her neck. I see her close her eyes. I think, yes she is already in deep. I kiss her lips. She does not push away. My, she is easier than I expected. I hold her closer. She puts her arms around my neck.  If she were prettier maybe I could make this stick.

    *Author's note: Jake Monore you pig!  Emma Rose Agreste is a human, and not some toy you can play with you $%^&#*! 

       I take her back to my place. "Emma, want to stay for dinner?" I ask. "Y-yes, J-Jake," She stutters. I fix us some salad and spaghetti. We eat and watch TV. She falls asleep soon after dinner. I carry her to the bedroom and set her on the bed. I don't bother tucking her in, I mean bad boys don't.

     The next day, Emma asked, "Did we do anything last night?" I know we didn't. "Yes, and it was good," I lie. I did not need to do a thing only to convince her we did. I never actually did a thing with the others either only made them think so. 

   Emma blushed, and I smirked. I  played with her hair. She closed her eyes. I kissed her lips. Well, at least they weren't  too bad. I pulled away. I gave her breakfast. It was cereal and juice. 

  Emma ate them and smiled at me. "Does this mean we are together, together?" She asked. "Emma, babe, we are together. So try to relax, you seem rather tense," I say.

     I kiss her and she returns the kiss. I never expected such a reaction. Last night she did not kiss me. I lay her on the sofa, and remove her shirt. I see her eyes grow big. I kiss her stomach. Then, I put her shirt back on.

 The two of them talk, and I refuse to take her home. "But Jakey, all my things are there," She whines.  "Well, you live here now. I will send for them." I say. I call someone and they arrive. I see the box on the porch. "See they are all here,"  I say.

  Emma nods her head in agreement. She does not say much. Well, she must be the shy type. 

The next few weeks, Jake and Emma went to school together, worked on homework together went on dates, and slept at his place.  At the end of the second week, I said, "Look, you are my girl, so we are not sleeping separately anymore. Now you sleep here with me." Emma gasped but did as I said. She was always doing as I said. That night, Emma slept in the bed and Jake held her close. They did not have sex.  

Time skip!

*Trigger warning: Jake shows his bad-boy ways. 

Two months later, Jake started to grow bored of her. He had tried to get her to make love to him, but she refused. "Come on  Emma, just this once. I promise you will love it," Jake said. He kissed her and pushed her against the locker. 

Nathan came along and punched Jake before he could hurt her. "You better not hurt her!" Nathan yelled.

After school, I took her home she is mine. Nathan tried to interfere. "Please Emma, don't go with him. He does not care about you." "Nathan, I can't, Jake wouldn't like it," Emma says. I smile when she refuses to go with him.  

 Nathan frowns. He has to do something, but what? what can he do?

  I   kiss her and apologize for earlier. Emma being the gullible drag she is accepts the apology.  I watch her take a shower. I don't say a word. She comes to greet me. She kisses me while she is all dripping wet and in a towel. "You have been a bad girl," I say.