"Don't stop, get it, get it, come on, lets win it, win it, ooohhh, ahhhh!"

Jac tried not to concentrate on the annoying bellows of the Alabaster cheerleaders on the Lacrosse field. They were all in formation, screaming to the top of their lungs for their far-too-beautiful Coach; Miss Wrylers or whom everyone else called Jessica.

At the very center of the annoying cheer was Lindsey Wellington. executing splits and complicated flips like she was Karate Kid. Although she was a wannabe, Jac had to admit that the girl had talent.

Jac was running around the field on the wide track laid out for the track team, her Nike roshes kicking up the dirt around her. She loved running but only joined the Track team to account for Alabaster Prep's athletic requirement when everyone was on a PE - less semester. 

Usually she would run with Benny Costa - who was much faster than her - but today she ran by herself. 

"Jacqueline Lexington!"

Jac could barely look behind her and she definitely wasn't going to stop running for Erika Felix  and Veronica Conrad who were walking along the barely visible path around the field. Erika was frowning at the dirt flecks around her, obviously worrying about her Christian Louboutin shoes.

"Jac, I know you hear me!"

With a tired sigh, Jac forced herself to stop, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. She could feel sweat beads running down her face. Her once neat bun was loose curls in front of her eyes and she hastily pulled out her hair band, letting the curls fall loosely down her back.

"God, you look like my mother after she got off a jet." Veronica giggled.

Jac didn't laugh along. Veronica was just another one the people on her list of those she couldn't trust. She didn't like how close Veronica and Damon had looked coming to their table at lunch. Then again, she didn't like really anybody right now.

"Are you going to the mall with us?" Erika asked, placing her hands on her hips as if she were a Vogue model.

Just after last period, Jac had gotten a text from Steve, making it very clear that Eve was serious about her 'no Damon' rule. She even insisted that Jac come straight home after track practice. It was torture not be with Damon and Jac again had to push away her nagging worries of him finding someone else to hang out with instead - like a prettier girl.

"I can't," Jac sighed. "I'm kind of in trouble."

"Because of the party?"  Veronica gasped.

"Aren't you mad at Damon for getting you in trouble?" Erika pressed as if she were trying to conjure up some anger inside of her. "Oh are you just gonna let him slide as usual?"

Jac rolled her eyes, crossing her arms tightly. "I'm not letting him slide with anything."

"He's practically sliding through a water park," Erika snapped. "You were just crying over rumors you heard about him cheating again."

Jac winced at the use of 'again'.  She knew Erika was right. She couldn't just let things slide. Not anymore. However, she was just too afraid of confrontation. Too afraid of the outcome of it all. She was on the brink of being one of those sob story divorce kids and she didn't want to lose Damon too.

"Well, I'll talk to him later," Jac said weakly. "Besides, what does any of this have to do with you?"

Erika gasped as if she'd just seen a BCBG dress price go down to peasant affordability. "I'm his sister and your best friend and it is my job to knock some sense into you when you're acting like a dumbass."

Jac wanted to laugh at Erika's defense of herself. She knew the real reason for Erika's involvement. She just wanted an excuse to be a bitch, it was her reason for everything she did. "I have to get dressed so..." Jac took a step towards the indoor gym.

"Whatever, " Erika rolled her eyes. "Don't come crying to me again." Then she beckoned for Veronica to follow her, the girls disappearing through the parking lot ahead.

The lockeroom was luckily empty when Jac made it there and she was able to change in silence. She even let a few tears of self pity spill over before throwing her clothes in her locker and hurrying out. 

So maybe she was being a little too easy on Damon but she already had so much to worry about. She was doing her best to keep in an agonizing secret and tolerate her butler, who she'd been avoiding all morning. However, that was all about to be shattered as Steve was going to have to drive the Range Rover that would take her home.

Damon and the other Lacrosse players were still hanging out in the nearly empty parking lot, howling loudly at a joke. They were all gathered on Damon's Rolls Royce, Damon proudly leaning on the bumper.

For a split second, Jac thought about joining them but Steve was already parked. From outside the Range Rover, she could see him talking animatedly into a Samsung Galaxy. 

"Jac!" Damon exclaimed, nearly startling her. Although he'd been by his car just seconds ago, he was now kissing her lightly on the lips, causing more howls from the team. Jac would have thought there were actual wolves in Beverly Hills if she didn't know better.

"You seem excited." Jac noted.

Damon let go of her, shrugging now. "Nah, its just practice." And then he grinned. "We're being bad today, right? "

Jac found herself giggling. "No, unfortunately my mom has a tight leash today."  Looking at Damon now, she was really starting to hate this 'no Damon' rule more than getting cut off.

"Come on, Jac," Damon sighed. "Be a bad girl for just one day."

"You'd probably like it if I were a bad girl every day," Jac smirked. "But I'm serious. I don't wanna get cut off or anything."

"If you get cut off, I could just be your sugar daddy."

The loud honk of the Lexington's Range Rover startled everyone in ear shot. Steve popped his head out of the car window. "Jac, we have to hurry!" He cried, a worried expression on his features. "She's going to kill us all if we aren't there in five minutes!"

"Ugh, I have to go." Jac groaned, not ready to be in a car all alone with Steve. Usually, she enjoyed the time they spent together. They would laugh over idiots at her school and gush over hot celebrities. That was all going to be very awkward knowing that Steve has the hots for her father - 'Yuck!'

She leaned up to kiss Damon again. "I'll call you, okay?"

"Didn't your phones get taken?" Damon asked.

"Shit, I forgot." She was going to have to do major suck ups to get Jeffery to give her phones back- or she could just do things the 'Erika' way and blackmail him for her freedom. However, that wasn't really Jac's style. 

"How about we just do things the old way?" Damon suggested.

Another loud honk forced Jac to tear her eyes away from his. Steve was looking anxious now, a look he always possessed when Eve had spent the morning threatening his job.

Jac grinned. "What? Do you mean climbing up my window? Its three-stories high, by the way."

"You know what the old way is, Jac." 

Jac bit her lower lip. The old way was usually sneaking out the front door to Damon's ever changing cars in the middle of the night. It was something they always did when Eve was being strict. "I'll see what I can do." 

She reached up again to give him a quick peck but Damon, of course, turned her sweet peck into something hot and heavy. The world spun in that one moment of his tongue against hers. She could barely hear the panicked honking and rowdy cries of the Lacrosse team. As cheesy as it was, Jac really did forget the world when she was with Damon.

After forcing herself to tear away from Damon, making promises to do things the 'old way', Jac slid into the familar black, soft comforters of her family's Range Rover. Instead of sitting in the front with Steve, she took a seat in the back, doing her best to avoid his eyes.

If only she had a phone to make herself look busy.

After awkward, uncomfortable silence - with only an old Paramore song in the background -  Steve finally cleared his throat, still watching the road. "So any juicy gossip? Did anything happen?"

Jac forced herself to look out her window. They were in downtown Beverly Hills and rows and rows of shopping plazas and stores blurred past them. Jac, for a split second,  saw Nicki Minaj's famous pink limo with adoring fans gathered around it.

"C'mon, I know something happened at that crazy school of yours." 

'Oh, fuck it.' Jac sucked at ignoring people anyway. "What did you do with that lingerie you bought the other day?"

Steve laughed into his free hand, swerving on to another street full of shopping malls and bridal shops. Jac looked longingly at the Saks Fifth Avenue store, eyeing a red wrap dress in the window before the store was nothing but a blur.

"Only things I tell to my diary, hun."

"Are you sure?" Jac asked.

Steve laughed again. "Honestly I didn't do anything with the lingerie. My boyfriend and I are having problems right now." He frowned at that part.

Jac crossed her arms. 'I bet you are.'

As the Range Rover pulled into the luxurious Lexington estate, Steve pulled out his phone again with his free hand. "I finally got a picture of us together. Do you wanna see?"

Jac was completely dumbfounded. Would he really show her a picture of him with her father? She leaned over the seat to get a better look at his phone - and gasped. She gasped because it was totally not her father but a handsome spiky - haired blonde who looked like an Abercrombie & Fitch model.

She was even more perplexed than before.

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"How does this look?" Paisely Mont Vernon asked, parading out of the Saks velvet dressing room in a A.L.C white draped-skirt dress. The blonde beauty looked stunning as the dress hugged every curve she had, making them more pronounced and sexy. That irritated Erika greatly. She was the only one allowed to look hot in the group and she didn't need some other girl outshining her.

"It looks horrible," Erika put on her best don't-even look. "Scrap it and find something else."

Veronica Conrad who had been on the other side of the rack Erika was searching, looked up to examine Paisely's dress. "Its totally sexy on her, what are you talking about?"

"Take it off," Erika snapped, shooting a warning look at her other friend who slightly cringed. "Its disgusting."

Paisely, although sullen, went back into the dressing room.

"That dress was hot." Veronica said, pulling out a red and black Alexander Mcqueen tunic dress. She pressed the fabric against her, looking at herself in the mirror a few feet away from the dress racks.

Erika personally liked the color and there was no way she was going to let Veronica have it. "Hand it over, I wanna try it on."

"This is the only one left." Veronica exclaimed.

Erika rolled her eyes, snatching the dress from the girl's dainty hands. "It wouldn't look good on you anyway." Which was actually not true at all. With Veronica's exotic look, the dress would look amazing on her but then who would be left to fawn over Erika?

Paisely came out of the dressing room in her original outfit. She looked somber and depressed as she placed the dress back on the rack. "All these other dresses are too small for me." Paisely was more curvier than the average white girl - although thats what made her so enticing to the guys. However, to Erika, it was just another issue she had with the girl.

"Maybe if you stopped eating chips," She pointed at the opened Lays bag peeking out of Paisely's over stuffed Fendi purse. "You'd be able to fit a size small for once."

Veronica snickered.

Paisely gasped. 

Erika knew she'd hurt Paisely's feelings for the girl looked as if she were about to burst into tears. Erika wasn't in the mood for a cry fest, she'd already gone through that with Jac who totally chickened out of confronting Damon. She forced a smile and put her hand on Paisely's shoulder - which sent an odd feeling through her that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Erika took a step back. "I'm just looking out for you, Paige."

"No, no, you're right." Paisely spoke quickly. "I probably need to stop drinking."

"Yeah," Veronica piped up. "I heard alcohol can make you gain weight."

The girls both squirmed with disgust. However, Erika had nothing to worry about. She wasn't a big drinker anyway. She wasn't really a drinker at all, it was too peasant - like for her taste.

"Plus, I don't think Chris likes curvy girls." Paisely said.

Erika rolled her eyes at the fact that Paisely was still even on the arrogant red - head. He was so obnoxious that it was repulsive. 

"I should probably go throw this away." Paisely said sheepishly, pulling out her crumpled half - full Lays bag before sauntering off to the front of the store.

Erika turned to Veronica excitedly now. "I know exactly what I'm going to do to get back at that bitch."

Veronica had turned back to the rack of dresses and jumped at the sound of Erika's excitement. "Wha-What?"

"I'm going to take Chris from her," Erika sighed with joy just thinking about her brilliant plan. "She has, like, the biggest crush on him. I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner."

"So when you say 'take'...." Veronica asked slyly. "Do you mean like date?"

"Whatever it takes." Erika shot her a wink before grabbing the same dress the girl had been gushing over earlier and taking it to the dressing room.

After dropping the two girls off at their mansions - or in Veronica's case, her father's condo, since her parents were divorced - Erika nervously entered her own house. She was nervous mostly because Matthew Felix was home for the first time in days - and she had nothing to impress him with.

Her father was sitting on a cushion chair in their William-Sonoma designed living room - the most beautiful of the three they had. His head was stuck in a Lacrosse Major League magazine,. Erika nearly scoffed at the sight. He was always thinking about Damon and his stupid game.

"Hi, daddy!" She greeted her father in her fake sugar-sweet voice, giving him a light peck on the cheek.

"Erika, I need to talk to you about something." He said sternly just as she was about to hurry up the stairs with her shopping bags. 

Erika's heart instantly started beating faster at the thought of her father saying more than two words to her today. She settled on the couch next to him, adjusting her tank top and pulling at the hem of her shorts, trying to make them longer. " What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, I've been hearing some things." He said, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. He made no attempt to put down his sports magazine however.

Erika suddenly felt sweaty, ugly and inappropriate. Her father had to know about her little secret. How could he not? Even his coworkers had seen the spectacle at Barneys and one of them had gone out of their way to leave a voice message - which she slyly deleted, of course.

'Should have just paid all of them off', Erika thought 

"Are you having sex?"

"Wha-wha-What?" Erika stuttered. 'What.In.The.Holy.Fuck?' She couldn't even fathom what her father just said.

"Erika, you heard my question." Matthew wasn't amused by her stuttering, an annoyed - and frightening - glint in his eyes. 

Erika sucked in a breath and adjusted the straps of her tank top again. "No, of course not, Daddy. I don't even have a boyfriend." Yet.

"Well, I've been hearing stuff at work about you and some drug dealer at a store," He turned to look her straight in the eye, something he always did with Damon when he was trying to find a lie. "Now are you telling me the truth?"

Erika hated feeling like she was being interrogated or that she had done something wrong. She always went out of her way to be pristine and perfect. "Yes, Daddy, I'm telling you the truth."

Seeming pleased with her answer, Matthew went back to his magazine. "Go on then."

Erika's heart was slightly broken. He only wanted to talk to her to make sure she wasn't making Daddy look bad. She would never get the side of him that Damon had. Sure, Mathew was pretty harsh - way too harsh - on Damon when he was mad but in those moments when he was proud of his son, well those were times she'd never get with him.

She stood by the doorway, bottom lip trembling, and turned back to her father. "Just as a heads up, Daddy, thats a question you should ask Damon." She faked her best innocent laugh.

"I'm not worried," Matthew didn't look up. "Damon has a good head on his shoulders.....most of the time."

Erika continued up the stairs in disappointment. There had to be something she could do to knock her brother down a notch but the question was; What? Shooting one last glance at her father - and sighing in defeat - Erika pulled her iPhone out of the pockets of her shorts.

As she made her way up the banister, she took care of her other destruction project and sent Chris Edwards a message. All she had to do was send a wink face to get the ball rolling.

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"You know whats my favorite part of your body?"

"My heart?"

"Your boobs."

"Damon!" Jac pushed away from Damon although there was little room for her to move in the steaming hot tub that illuminated a white - blue light. Above them was the perfect night sky but Damon had no interest in that, not when Jac was beside him.

He grinned at Jac's reaction. "I'm just kidding. It is your heart." Well, it was but he didn't mind her boobs either.

"Why do you say shit like that?" Jac asked, splashing water in his face and missing narrowly.

"You like when I say stuff like that." Damon smirked.

"Hmmm...you never told me about cell life." Jac was smiling tentatively, leaning back on the railing of the hot tub. Once again, Damon found himself in awe of her. Not just by her looks but the confidence she radiated and how everything she did seemed so effortless. Just watching her was the most sexiest thing in the world.

"Whats there to know?" He shrugged. 

"You had to stay there overnight," She said. "Wasn't it scary?"

Damon snickered. "Scary? Nah." The only scary thing about it was the fear he'd had of never getting out.

"Don't lie, I bet you were scared shitless." She splashed more water in his face then and Damon chuckled, taking hold of her hands that Jac wrapped around his neck.  They stood in the hot tub  in that embrace.

"After surviving your mother, I'm not scared of anything."  He retorted. 

She giggled then and Damon leaned down to kiss her. He'd had kissed a lot of girls - so many he'd lost count - and Jac was still the best kisser he'd ever been with.

Jac broke the kiss quickly, scoping out the balcony patio of the Felix estate. The balcony overlooked a beach scene, the waves crashing beautifully over the shore. She frowned then, turning to him again. "Are you sure your Dad won't hear us?"

"Positive, he's a heavy sleeper." Matthew Felix had spent nearly the whole day working on paperwork that meant absolutely nothing in Damon's opinion. He had been so tired after a day of hard labor that if it weren't for their generous maid, he would have collapsed right there at his desk.

Damon was supposed to be giving Veronica Conrad and Addie Anderson a joy ride in his father's corvertte. However, after thinking about what Seth Montador had said, he decided to - just this once- give into reason.

Jac bit her lip perversely. "Good." She smashed her lips against his without warning but Damon quickly joined the dance of her tongue, his arms around her in seconds, as she fell on top of him. He was instantly brought back to that night in the car, right before he was arrested - and then he started thinking of the treachery he'd committed at the party.

He'd messed up before but it was this hookup that bothered him the most. Maybe it was because he and Jac were finally on to something good. Maybe it was because for once he actually felt something really strong between them. He felt like a bastard kissing her then and suddenly wasn't sure if he could keep his dirty little secret any longer.

As she planted kisses slowly down his neck, Damon tried to muster up the courage to just to tell her. 'She won't be that mad if she hears it from you'.

Jac stopped for just a moment to pick up the Champagne bottle off one of the patio end tables next to them, popping open the top and drinking it as if it were water. Then she handed it to him. "Want some?"

"I have to tell-" Setting the bottle back down, she kissed him again. The kiss was more needy, more desperate. He instantly responded, his hands feeling down every part of her body and with each touch, he felt guilty. 

He tried again when she moved down to his neck once more. "Theres something you should know."

Jac moved back slightly, removing the hair band that had held her long, black wavy hair in a bun. Her waves fell loosely around her face and she moved to kiss him again. Damon held her back gently, getting another good look at her.

Her dark emerald eyes had a slightly rebellious glint and she bit her lip sexily. "I'm surprised you're holding back."

"I'm surprised you're rushing." He said coolly.

"What is it?" She moved foward, her hands caressing his face now. "I thought you wanted this."

"I do, but I haven't been honest with you." Damon, at the moment, wished he could take that whole party back. Why did he have a wandering eye? Jac was gorgeous but he was a jackass so that wasn't always enough - even though he wanted it to be.

Jac leaned back, looking away from him and towards the beach view again. "I already know."

Well, he certainly didn't expect that answer. It was a relief for Damon that they didn't have to go into gory, painful details. The school had already done that for him. "And now what?"

"And now you've reminded me you're just an asshole like everyone says you are." Jac staggered out of the hot tub, already tipsy. 

Damon got out too, watching as she grabbed her clothes off of one of the patio chairs. She was in nothing but a Victoria's Secret angel bikini and she slipped on her Ralph Lauren parka now.

"You see, thats the problem," Damon said. "You're always listening to everyone else and letting them tell you how to react." 

She snickered, pulling into her Sevens jeans. "Only because you're always fucking up Damon."

He folded his arms, leaning against the balcony railing. He was trying to find something to say, something that would make her stay - but of course he came up with nothing. "Well, what can I say? I'm not perfect. I'm not a fucking valedictorian okay?"

"Can you at least have the decency to not sleep with every girl you look at," Jac hissed. "Whose next? Veronica?"

"It was supposed to be you." Then Damon quickly realized he fucked up with that one.

She crossed the balcony quickly until she was inches away from him, outraged now. "Its supposed to be me and only me."

"I know and I'm sorry." Damon managed but he knew pleading wasn't going to do anything. The best thing that could come out of this is if she left without waking Erika - or worse, Matthew.

"You're lying to me again," Jac accused angrily. "Just like you lie about everything. You're a liar, Damon, and you don't even care.

"Well, dammit, I'm not perfect."

"Yeah, but everyone else thinks you are," Jac snapped, using a hair tye from her Alexander Wang drawstring bag to pull her hair back into a sloppy bun. "But the truth is, you're a golden poser who gets beat around by his 'loving' dad and then lies to the only person who actually cares about you." She air quoted the word 'loving', pressing the right button to set Damon off.

Damon felt that same surge of anger and he did the best to un clench his fists. She was going too far, way too far, but that was typical Jac. "We're not talking about my father."

"How about it?" Jac crossed her arms smugly. "You're supposedly tough but you don't even lay a finger on your Dad when he's spazzing out on you!"

"At least my father actually cares," Damon found himself shouting, towering over her.  The words spilled out, the words that would hurt her the most. "Your mother sits around and treats you like a lap dog so don't-"

Then she slapped him and as if like a reflex, Damon's fist was suddenly raised over her.

Jac didn't back down, glaring at him intensely. "I dare you."

Damon took a deep breath. He didn't want to hit Jac. Exhaling, he lowered his fist and the weight of what he'd just done felt like a punch. "I'm sorry."

Before he could say anything else, Matthew Felix staggered into the doorway and his glare burned even hotter than Jac's. "Theres a police here saying they got a noise complaint!" He shouted, his eye vessels popping against his face.

Damon knew he was screwed.

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Woah! Damon's part was just so intense to write! Again, thank you to whoever is reading and please comment as I love to hear feedback!