I'm awake as soon as the sun rises, the rays infiltrating through the curtains, illuminating the bed. Glancing beside me I smile at the sight of Brett, his face peaceful with sleep. Shifting slightly I grimace at the slight pain between my legs, a pleasant reminder of last night. I feel more attached to him than ever, more involved with him.

If you had told me I'd lose my virginity to Brett Winters three months ago I would have slapped you around the face. This was not my intention, it never was. I wanted to wait until I was in love, I wanted to make sure I was with the right guy. It's why I never did it with Haydon.

But when you wait this long, and nothing happens the way you expect it to, you're bound to lose your principles eventually. I don't regret last night, I'm happy it happened.

I'm no longer a virgin, and I'm proud.

Glancing over at the clock I curse under my breath, my shift at the cafe starting in less than an hour. I carefully ease myself out of the bed and grab onto my dress, throwing it over my head. I grab hold of a jacket from the back of Brett's door, hoping he doesn't mind too much before slipping out of the door and making my way down the stairs.

I just hope I'm not late for work.

*~*~*

"Kyle!" I exclaim as Elena's boyfriend opens the door to their house later that day. I had managed to make it in time for work, and as soon as my shift ended I decided to head back to Brett's, feeling pretty awful that I disappeared this morning without a word.

"Hey Sav." He grins.

"Is Brett home?" I ask, holding up the black jacket. "I need to return his jacket."

"He went out to meet someone at the Roeshia Cafe I think." He replies and I smile. At least that's only a five minute walk away.

"Perfect." I smile. "Thanks."

"Do you want me to give that to him?" he asks, pointing to the clothing.

"It's okay." I assure him, shaking my head, "I'll go see him at the café!"

"Okay, no worries!" He grins before shutting the door of their college house. I turn away, a skip in my step after the night before. Sex really is an anti-depressant, I've been bouncing off the walls all day, not even having to use my fake customer service smile at the cafe today, instead laughing and joking with the customers for real. Louise definitely knows that I finally got laid.

Turning down the street I grin as I think of Brett and his gorgeous body, the contact it had with mine the night before, the way it made me feel. I always knew Brett Winters was good in bed, he wasn't a legend for no reason. But last night it felt like more than that, it felt like we connected even more, our souls bound together.

Hell, what am I going on about? Do you feel this way with every guy you have sex with? Maybe I should have given it to Haydon, we'd still be together. But I somehow doubt that all sex feels like this, that all sex leaves you feeling a strong bond between the two of you. If so Becky would be in a bit of a sticky situation - thousands of horny men all linked to her.

But maybe it's just because Brett was my first. Maybe if he wasn't then I wouldn't feel this way with him.

Turning the corner I spot the Roeshia Café in front of me and a smile immediately spills across my face, the thought of seeing Brett making me feel giddy. I really need to get a life...

I quickly cross the street, dodging a cab before walking down towards the little café. I've never been here before, remembering the warnings from other students about the high prices. It doesn't surprise me that Brett has come here.

I suddenly spot Brett in the window, sat at a small table, a cup of coffee in front of him. He looks so attractive from this angle, all I want to do is take him back to his house and never leave his room again, that body all that I'll ever need. I smile as I bite my lip, watching as he laughs slightly.

My eyes flit to the other side of the table and my smile immediately disappears, suddenly filled with dread. I could never forget her long platinum hair, never forget her perfectly formed face, her heavy make up, her endless supply of designer bags. I could never forget her arrogant smile, her ugly laughing face, her slender fingers with fake stiletto nails glued on. She reaches over and rests a hand on his upper arm as she laughs, my heart ripping into two.

Ashley Farrier.

Why the fuck is he sat with Ashley Farrier? Why the fuck didn't he tell me? What the fuck is this? A fucking game?

Turning quickly, scared of my reaction if either of them see me I take a deep breath, whipping my phone out and typing a quick message to Brett.

What are you up to?

My heart pounds against my rib cage as I bite my lip, my head down as I stride back the way I came, praying that I can control the emotions within me. My phone dings and I glance down at the screen, the anger overtaking any other emotions that were ploughing through me.

I'm working for my Dad today, will call you later x

Working for his Dad? I know his Dad doesn't like me but fuck me, I don't believe for one minute that he forced Brett to have a coffee and catch up with Ashley.

If Brett thinks he's going to play me like this, he's got another thing coming.

*~*~*

"Savannah?" Kyle exclaims as he opens the door once more. I grin at him, pizza box in one hand, jacket in the other.

"I changed my mind." I shrug. "I'll wait here to give him his jacket back."

"O...okay," he answers, stepping aside to give me room to walk in. I grin, heading straight for the kitchen. Liam raises an eyebrow as he sees me, standing up from the counter.

"Liam!" I beam and he watches me cautiously as Kyle follows me in, my behavior clearly concerning them. "Would you two like some pizza?" I ask, opening the box and grabbing myself a slice before slouching down on the chair beside me. Neither of them make a move and I roll my eyes. "Help yourself!" I gesture. "It all needs to be gone before Brett gets home," I tell them before taking a large bite. Liam shrugs, stepping forward and taking a small slice whilst Kyle slowly follows. I mean, no-one normal would ever turn down free pizza, surely?

"Thanks, Sav," Kyle mumbles before slowly retreating out of the kitchen.

"No problem!" I grin as Liam raises an eyebrow.

"What's he done now?" Liam asks cautiously before taking a bite out of his slice.

"He went on a date with Ashley Farrier." I shrug, taking a bite of my pizza as Liam begins to choke.

*~*~*

Brett rounds the corner to the kitchen an hour later, stopping quickly when he sees me sat at the counter, smiling at him. Oh, how innocent he looks.

"Sav!" He smiles, taking a step closer towards me.

"How was work?" I ask, my blunt tone causing him to stop midway.

"It... it was alright."

"I bought you a pizza for when you got back." I gesture to the box in front of me.

"You... you didn't have to." He stutters, stepping closer towards it.

"You've been working hard all day, right? You deserve it," I continue, crossing my arms as he reaches to open the box.

"It..." He falters, staring down at the contents.

"It's empty?" I exclaim, standing up. "Whoops! I guess that's because I lied." I smirk, "Just like you."

"Savannah..." He drops the lid of the box, turning to face me.

"The pizza was great." I advise him, "I ate it with Liam, Kyle, and one of the other guys who lives here. Not quite sure of his name yet, but he's pretty sexy so I'm sure I'll get to know him..."

"What the hell?" he retorts, eyes blazing.

"I saw you." I hiss, "In the cafe with her." I spit and his face falls, eyes full of regret as he takes a step towards me.

"It's not what it looked like." He tries, his hands out in front of him.

"Oh really?" I snort, crossing my arms once more.

"Yes!" he insists. "My dad asked me to take her out."

"On a date?"

"Yes!"

"Seriously?" I snap, throwing my arms up in the air. When am I going to stop messing around with this boy? It's not good for me.

"No! It wasn't like that!" He argues, "He told me to take her out because we are trying to closing a deal with her Dad. He wanted to keep them sweet."

"Sure." I scoff.

"I told him I wouldn't take her as a date!" he continues. "I only took her out as a catch up between old friends."

"And Daddy accepted that?" I retort.

"It's true. I really was working!" He justifies and I shake my head.

"You went out on a date with Ashley Farrier and you're trying to tell me it was for work?" I smirk, "Your skills have deteriorated since high school Winters!"

"It didn't mean anything. I mean it!" Brett tries, attempting to reach for my hands. I pull them away, putting more space between us.

"I don't believe you," I snap.

"Why the fuck not?" He grimaces, running his hand through his hair, "It's the truth!"

"She's the girl who made my life a living hell Brett!" I remind him. "She bullied me to no end, she got me kicked off the cheerleading team..."

"I don't think that was just her fault..."

"Seriously?" I cut him off, glaring at him.

"Sav..."

"And you mean to tell me that you just met up with her today because your Dad asked you too, for no reason whatsoever, after a year and a half of not seeing her?" I ask, doubt and insecurities piling up inside me.

"Yes," he insists, a desperate look in his eye as he takes another step towards me.

"It's all a game," I reply, dropping my arms to my sides and picking up my bag from the counter.

"What?"

"I'm not fucking stupid." I snap, "Lucky you ay? Gullible Savannah opened her legs for you once again." I smirk.

"Savannah it's not like that!" He argues, attempting to stand in my escape path.

"Yes it is!" I counter, snapping at him as I side step passed him, heading straight for the front door.

"Savannah I've fallen for you. Hard!" He calls out, a hint of urgency in his voice. It's all a lie. I know it is.

"Tell someone who gives a shit."

"Savannah, don't you dare leave..."

"Watch me." I snap, shooting him one last glare before I slam the door behind me. I caught a glimpse of a broken expression on his face but shake my head, desperate to forget it. I was dreaming it. There's no way he actually looked like that.

It was all another sick game. One to get me into his bed, to trick me into liking him once more. I fell for it, hook, line and sinker, even though I always said that I never would again.

Rushing back to my dorm room I am thankful that Elena actually went to her lectures today. Quickly stuffing a few items of clothing into a bag I shove a coat on and make my way back out of the dorm room, needing some space from this poisonous life.

*~*~*

"Sav?" Alex asks, his eyebrows furrowed as he opens the door to the apartment.

"Hi." I manage to squeak out before Elle appears behind him, eyebrows furrowed at my unruly appearance.

"Ann?" she asks. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I just fancied stopping by," I stutter and Alex takes a step back, retreating into the apartment as Elle shakes her head knowingly at me.

"Anna?" she pesters and I drop the bag on the floor, throwing myself into my waiting sister's arms as a sob escapes my mouth.

"I fell for it again," I mumble into her shoulder as she hushes me, one hand running through my hair.

Brett lied to me.

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