"Thanks," Jace says after paying the taxi driver and we both get out. There wasn't much conversation on the journey, except when we decided Jace would come back to my house and stay over.

I reach the front door and pause before going in when Jace clears his throat.

"This doesn't have to be weird," he says. I turn around, feeling the hairs on my skin stand up as he comes closer.

"It's not weird. Nothings weird. What's weird?"

"Okay, so enough with the awkward silences. You've grabbed my dick before and spoke to me like it didn't even happen straight after."

Cringing.

"That's different."

"How?"

"Cause it was to annoy you... it wasn't because I actually wanted to... do anything." And what just happened was real. The feelings were real.

He looks confused. "What, and you want to do something now?"

"No," I say too fast. "No," I repeat quieter, more to convince myself. "I just... I don't know. Can we pretend this didn't happen?"

He looks down, "Sure." When his eyes meet mine again, he steps closer, trapping me between him and the door with his arms on either side of my body. "Can we pretend other things didn't happen?"

I'm silent as his head moves in closer and his lips touch my neck. He kisses it slowly, making my knees go weak and my stomach to explode with butterflies. Holy lord.

"Jace," I say through a sigh. "You need to stop."

"Your voice doesn't sound very convincing that you want me to stop." His breath on my neck makes my whole body shiver. I've never felt anything so amazing.

The door opens and my legs are so weak that I almost fall backwards. When Jace pulls back and I see his gorgeous face, it makes me imagine grabbing him and kissing him.

It was like everything inside of me craved him. The need for alcohol was nothing compared to how much I needed him.

His face turns cold when he looks behind me, so I turn to see which of my brothers opened the door, except it's not my brother. It's Wesley.

"What is he doing here?" I say to Max who's behind him. "Are you really gonna keep being friends with him?"

"No, I was just kicking him out."

"You're already banging him a day after we have an argument?" Wes accuses and my hands ball into fists. Ohhh this boy.

"It wasn't an argument. We're over. Now get the hell out and don't come back." I walk past him and into the house.

"You really wanna break up over one thing I said? I thought you'd be used to people talking about their experiences with you."

"Please let me beat his ass," Jace says to me.

"Stay out of this, Daniels. No one needs your tough talk right now, as if you'd actually lay a hand on me."

Straight after Wes says that, Jace punches him in the stomach.

Wes groans and coughs, clutching his stomach. "You're so dead." He goes at Jace but Jace dodges his punch, and before he can do anything else I get in between them and push Wes.

"Get out! Just get out, Wes! I fucking hate you, you make me sick. Just fucking leave!"

They're all silent as they stare at me in my state of distress. I've lost my breath from being so angry and all I wanna do is scream at him more. Instead, I walk upstairs and go into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

I look in the mirror, my eyes watering from being so mad and hurt at the same time. I told him I was scared of being hurt, I told him about everything. I opened up to him, and the whole time he was pretending to care about me.

The door opens and I spin around to see who the idiot is.

"Val, what the hell? I could have been peeing."

"Huh?" He looks around the room. "Oh, this is a bathroom," he laughs.

I roll my eyes. He's high. Great, just what I need right now.

Jace Daniels POV

Max and I both look at Wes with the same angry expression after Yasmin runs upstairs.

"Go, man. She's never gonna forgive you and neither will I. There was so many girls you could have fucked around with, and you use her? My sister?" Max shakes his head.

I stare at Wes, trying to figure out if he even feels guilty at all. "He just wanted to be able to say that he had sex with Yasmin Fuentes. It wouldn't have been as fun with any other girl, right?"

Wes walks forward, getting up in my face. "Well, I guess it was pretty fun watching your little heart get broken when she chose me over you."

He watches me, waiting for an angry comeback or a punch in the face. Instead, I stay calm, the pity for the poor girl upstairs overriding my rage at this asshole.

"You lost an amazing girl, and you'll never get her back."

Realisation settles in his features for a second before it's taken over with a scowl. "Whatever." He walks out the door and Max closes it.

"She doesn't need this," Max says to me. "She doesn't need you guys coming in here and fucking up her life."

"Us guys?"

"Yes, you guys. You and Wes sleeping with her for your own pride."

"What are you talking about?"

"You were so quick to understand the big deal about having sex with Yasmin. Maybe that's cause you did it too. You just wanted to have the title of the guy who took her virginity-"

"You don't know what you're talking about. I care about her-"

"You do? Then why are you hurting her even more by standing outside kissing her?"

"Because I can't stop myself! Cause maybe I l- like her," I save myself before accidentally saying love.

"And would you actually wanna date her? Commit to her?"

I don't answer because I need to think about that. I hate commitments.

"Exactly. So quit making it look like you would before she believes it."

I already get this crap from Alex on a daily basis, why is Max giving me it too now? There's no way I'd do anything to hurt Yasmin ever again.

Maybe I don't want to be in a relationship, but I also want to be able to kiss Yasmin whenever I want, and I don't want her to talk to other guys, and if I had her, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want any other girls. That's basically a relationship, right? Maybe I am the commitment type after all.

I've improved a lot since I was fifteen and hurt Yasmin. Back then the thought of loving – or liking – her the way that I did terrified me. Now it doesn't scare me as much, all it does is threaten me and hurt me but i'm used to it.

When I walk into Yasmin's room, I see her and Val sitting on her bed. He's only wearing boxers and his hairs a mess. He looks stoned and as if he just got done screwing some chick.

I stand at the doorway, watching Val attempt to comfort his broken sister. If she didn't look so sad, this would almost be amusing.

"But I mean, there's other guys, with other cocks that are bigger. And better abs. Wes had nice abs, but probably had a small dick – the cocky ones always have little ones hiding beneath their designer jeans. Not me though, I mean i'm cocky but i'm allowed to be cause I got a great dick and I'm excellent in bed."

"Is this supposed to be making me feel better?" Yasmin looks at him like he's a weirdo and I hold back a laugh. She looks so beautiful with her face all screwed up.

"Yeah, is it working?"

"No."

"Well, I think it is. I'm great at giving advice and support. You'll find a better guy."

"I thought he was a good guy. Just shows how bad my judgement is. I let him treat me like crap sometimes and I forgave him and still felt like he was an amazing person. He got mad at me so much and made me feel so dumb for getting upset. I didn't think I was still that naive."

Val shrugs. "We accept the love we think we deserve."

He's a dumbass trying to be dramatic by quoting from a movie, but it's true. Yasmin deserves the best and she can't even see it. I know how hard on herself she is. I know that she won't let herself close to me because of what I did. I can see right through her. I just wish she could see when someone isn't treating her the way she deserves to be.

And that asshole got mad at her and made her feel stupid? She should have left him straight away, but of course she would have felt like it was her who was wrong, not him.

"WHA!" Val shakes me while screaming in my ear to snap me out of my thoughts.

"Little fuckin' kangaroo ass-" I shove him a little too hard and his back slams into the corner of the doorframe.

"Oweee," his face shows pain but he still laughs. "Kangaroo ass."

"Go back to the naked girl in your room."

"How'd you know there was a nude female in my room?"

"I didn't but I do now."

"Wow." He walks off and I laugh at the huge red mark on his back.

"Be nice to him," Yasmin scolds me when I lie down on her bed.

"I was nice."

"If that's your nice then you must treat me like a damn princess."

To me, you are a princess.

"You're too vicious to be a princess."

"As if." She gets up and goes to her drawers, grabbing some clothes. "Brb."

She comes back in wearing a pair of shorts and a vest top, revealing her cleavage. I try not to look at all affected by that.

"Dressing to impress?"

"You wish." She turns on her tv and gets into bed. While scrolling through the movies, her face turns sad all of a sudden.

"What?" I question.

"Nada. No importante."

"Is it Wes?"

She blinks a few times and pulls her hair back from her face. "Don't say his name."

"Happily. Now let me pick something to watch, you indecisive little fuck." I grab the remote from her hand and she smiles then falls down on her back, leaving the covers below her chest, probably on purpose.

I almost use the blankets to cover her myself to avoid any unwanted boners. She'd be way too happy with herself over that.

I click on a random movie and lay there next to her, keeping my hands to myself while watching her instead of the movie. Her beauty is so breathtaking as she watches the screen, her expression slightly changing at parts. I don't understand how someone can be so perfect.

My thoughts make me want to punch myself in the face. I sound like a preteen who thinks he's in love with his first crush. Well, she really was my first crush. I knew her since she moved here, and the crush sparked as soon as I hit that point in life where I understood what a penis did.

Yasmin suddenly looks over at me and narrows her eyes. "Why are you staring at me?"

"I'm not."

"I can literally see you."

"No you can't."

"I can."

"You're hallucinating."

She punches me in the side.

"See, you're way too violent to be a princess. You'd be the bad guy who tries to kill the princess."

Her jaw drops while she's smiling. "Shut up. I am a princess. You're just jealous cause you're the frog."

"Is that your way of telling me you want to kiss me?"

"Um, no."

"Don't even pretend that you don't want me."

"Stop being inappropriate," she says in a weird voice, knowing she's the most vulgar girl ever.

I climb on top of her and start tickling her. She squeals and swings her arms and legs, hitting me everywhere.

"Stop! Stop! Please!"

I finally stop and she tries to catch her breath while I laugh.

"Don't ever do that again." She looks up at my face, her breathing slowing. This could look like we just did something very different.

Someone clears their throat and we both turn our attention to the door where Yasmin's Mom is standing with a pissed off look on her face.

"Of course she'd walk in as soon as I get on top of you," I mumble. Yasmin shoves me and I fall down beside her.

"I told you if a boy is in your room you leave the door open," Isabella says angrily.

"Jace doesn't count as a boy."

"Then what am I? A sausage?" I realise that was a bad choice of words as soon as i've said it.

"You better behave yourself, Jace," Isabella points a finger at me. "I'll call your mother if any items of clothing come off of you."

I burst out laughing and Yasmin facepalms. "Got it."

She walks away, leaving the door open, and then I realise as soon as Alex gets home he'll have a full view of me in Yasmin's bed.

"Damn. I was so looking forward to seeing you in your tighty whities," she says sarcastically.

"You're not even lying," I retort and she doesn't say anything back.

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teaser: yasmin and jace play a game of soccer against each other which leads to an angry jace and a flirty yasmin....

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