"Did Jesse... tell you who he was going with?" I found myself asking Alex timidly as we walked down the cabin steps. Lexi, Pete and the rest of them were in the front, waiting for us to catch up with them. "I know he said something about Aimee, but..."

"He didn't tell me," Alex shook his head with a shrug right before we caught up with the rest of the group. "He didn't tell anyone."

Lexi blinked at us, but smiled. "I didn't know you two were friends! I didn't even know you guys talked to each other!"

"We have second period together," I shrugged, wrapping my arm around Pete's when he offered. "No big deal."

"No big deal?" Lexi giggled, wrapping her arm around Alex's. "My best friend is friends with my boyfriend! It's great! I was afraid you two weren't going to get along!"

Alex beamed when Lexi called him her boyfriend, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him.

"I wouldn't exactly say we got along at first," I grumbled to myself, remembering the supposed kidnapping, but no one seemed to hear me.

When we got to the outside court where the prom was being held, I definitely wasn't looking forward to anything that was going to happen that night. People were taking pictures, dancing to some kind of Ke$ha song that I was too lazy to identify, and sitting around at tables and talking to each other.

"I love this song!" Lexi cried over the music to me, clutching onto Alex's arm a little tighter. "Blow is the best out of all her songs!"

I assumed that that was the name of the song, but at that moment I didn't really care. I didn't want to be there in the first place, so I didn't want to get into the music.

My eyes widened when I saw Jesse sitting over at one of the round tables, Aimee sitting on top of his lap. I looked away, trying my best not to jerk Pete's arm from my grasp. So he did ask Aimee... I should have known that he was going to go with her. He even told me that he was going to ask her.

Pete, Lexi, Alex, Chelsea, Dalton and I all sat down at one of the round tables while the rest of the group went to dance. They all looked so happy, but I couldn't feel more miserable. Pete hadn't even said one word to me since he picked me up!

This was ridiculous...  I made the biggest mistake ever and it was too late to do anything to fix it. I wished I could have just gone back in time...

I chose this time to study both Alex and Dalton, who were sitting right next to each other. They definitely didn't look like brothers, let alone twins. Alex had blonde hair while Dalton had brown, Dalton was tan while Alex was pale, but they both had the same piercing blue eyes. Alex was also a little better built than Dalton, but I wasn't very surprise. He had been in a gang, after all...

I then looked over at Lexi before looking over at Chelsea. They both looked so happy... But they liked the people they were here with, so I couldn't really blame them. If I was with Jesse, I was sure I would be beaming with happiness as well.

But I was with Pete. And I was so unhappy about it that I actually felt like crying.

But I also felt bad that I couldn't tell my best friends about who I really wanted to go with. They didn't even know that he had asked me. If they knew, I didn't know how they would react. They hated him so much... After everything he did to us, they'd think I was insane for saying yes to him!

I looked beautiful that night, and I normally don't say that about myself, but I was just wasting it all on Pete. I wanted Jesse to tell me that I looked beautiful, that he loved me, that he couldn't live without me...

But that wasn't going to happen.

And I just had to suck it up and endure everything that happened that night. Pete was such a shy guy; I didn't think he would even do anything.

"Come on, Dalton!" Chelsea smiled, clutching onto his arm and pulling him to his feet. "Let's go dance! I love this song!"

"She's gonna show everyone up," Lexi grinned after the two of them after they had merged into the crowd. "As clumsy as Chelsea is, that girl can sure dance. Even though ballet's her specialty, she kicks ass doing whatever dance she has to."

"It's a fast song right now, too," Alex laughed, looking out into the crowd for his brother and my best friend. "I want to see how this goes. Lexi, let's go dance."

Her eyes lit up as she smiled brightly. "Okay!"

"Ditchers," I mouthed to Alex when he looked back over at me and winked. He was grinning, like usual, all the way onto the dance floor.

And I was left alone with Pete, who I really didn't want to be with right then. But it didn't matter how many times I told myself that I'd rather be with Jesse, it wasn't going to fix anything.

"I'll be right back," I excused, pushing myself up from my chair and sending a small smile to Pete. "I'm going to go get a drink."

He nodded, not saying a word to me. I sighed, turning away from him and toward the table with all the refreshments. I dodged the dancing bodies and was able to make it to the table without getting trampled.

I looked down at the punch bowl as I leaned against the table on my hands, staring at my reflection that stared back at me out of the pink liquid. I wanted ever so much to spit at it, but I knew that that would just soil the punch. I continued to stare at my reflection in disgust, it looking back at me with just as much hatred.

"You're so stupid," I told my reflection, and it did the exact same to me. "Why couldn't you just follow your heart?"

Not very thirsty anymore, I turned around to go back to Pete. As I spun on my heal, I rammed into someone's chest, almost falling over them. They clutched onto my forearms to steady me, and all I could do was stand there as they straightened me out.

I was still in the person's arms as I looked up at them in gratitude. "Thank you..." I began until I stopped myself from saying anymore when I saw their face. My eyes widened so much that I thought they were going to fall out of their sockets, and I kind of hoped that they would. Jesse was staring down at me, his eyes just as wide and his mouth open ever so slightly.

That... was the same look he had given me when we first met. Those wide eyes, his mouth open... What was with that look?

He looked me up and down; at my dress, my shoes, everything that I was wearing at that moment. My cheeks tinted pink, and I couldn't help but look away from him so he couldn't see. I didn't want him to think that I was embarrassed... Even though I totally was.

When I finally looked back at him, I saw Jesse let out a breath, looking me up and down one more time. He loosened his hold on me before saying, "You look beautiful, Jordan."

The blush reappeared on my face, except this time I knew it was bright red instead of pink. What was I supposed to say to him? He looked handsome, of course he did, but I was supposed to be mad at him and upset. I couldn't compliment him.

"Are you sure Aimee isn't prettier than me?" I snapped at him, removing myself from his grasp and crossing my arms over my chest. "Where is she, anyway?"

Jesse looked away from me. "Talking to some of her friends."

I continued to keep the sour look on my face, my arms still crossed over his chest. "Good for her," was all I said back to him. "Now, if you excuse me, I need to go back to my date. Guess I'll see you later, Jacobsen. Have fun with Aimee."

I walked passed him, my shoulder brushing against his. I felt like a total bitch saying that to him, but I was sure that it didn't even bother him at all. He was on a date with a beautiful girl that was willing to sleep with him, and I was on a date with a boy that didn't even speak to me.

The song had changed to a slow one by the time I had gotten back to Pete, and I grabbed onto his arm and yanked him toward the dance floor before he could say anything to stop me.

I just needed to forget about Jesse Jacobsen and everything he was putting me through right now. What was with all the mixed signals? Why did he have to confuse me so much?

As Pete and I danced, I looked back over at the table Jesse and Aimee had been sitting at. I let out a sigh when I saw that they weren't there anymore, but Pete didn't even notice that I made a sound. I then looked over to the right a little more to see that they were dancing with each other. I had to look away when I saw that.

Why did I let my guilt get the better of me? Why couldn't I have just gone with Jesse, like I wanted?

When the song finally ended, Pete was suddenly being ripped away from me. I was expecting to see Jesse--actually, I was hoping to see Jesse, but that wasn't who was glaring at both Pete and me at the same time. The person who was glaring at us was a brunette girl that I recognized as a junior from my guitar class. If I remembered correctly, her name was Mandy.

"Pete," she spat, her eyebrows furrowing maliciously at him. "Why are you with this girl?"

"You broke up with me, Mandy," Pete told her, his voice sounding different. He hadn't ever spoken that way in front of me before... He had always been quiet and timid. But now he was acting rude...

"That was a mistake," she informed him, wrapping both of her arms around one of his, tears now brimming her eyes as her bottom lip trembled. "Seeing you with her, I know I've made a mistake! I never should have broken up with you! I'm so sorry!"

My eyes widened as I remembered when I had been in this situation before. Except it was Dallas and his blonde ex-girlfriend Trinity...

Pete smiled at Mandy smugly before turning his head toward me. There was a different look in his eyes as he looked back at me, and it confused me. Instead of the scared, timid look that he would always give me, it was replaced with an arrogant and smug one.

"Guess I'll see you later then," he smirked at me, and my eyes widened and my jaw dropped. His voice was so different... It was like I was talking to a total different person!

"Wait!" I cried out after him when both Pete and Mandy started to walk away. "What the hell is this?"

Pete turned toward me slightly, that creepy smirk still on his face. Mandy clutched onto his arm tightly, as if I was going to try and steal him from her. It wasn't like I liked Pete or anything, but what the hell was going on?

"Being used isn't that great of a feeling, huh?" Pete asked cockily, an eyebrow rising on his forehead. My eyes widened as he continued to speak. "I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not."

"But... you were so shy..." I breathed, blinking at him in confusion. "You almost started crying when I said I couldn't go with you!"

"It's called acting, darling," he informed me, causing Mandy to cackle behind him. "I'm not the top of my drama class for nothing."

I continued to stare at him in shock, not knowing what else I was supposed to do. Pete rolled his eyes one last time at me before turning away and walking onto the dance floor with Mandy.

I had been used... again.

I felt myself breathing heavily now, the tears threatening to fall. How could I be so stupid and let it happen again? How could I let myself fall into another one of these traps? Why did I have to be so stupid? I couldn't trust anyway, could I?

I walked back over to the table where Lexi and Alex sat at, and I plopped down onto the seat I had sat at earlier that night.

"Jordan, are you okay?" Lexi asked, almost standing up from her chair across the table from me. Even Alex looked like he was going to jump up as well. "Where's Pete? What happened?"

"Remember the reason why I didn't go to prom last year?" I whimpered, wiping at my eyes to stop the tears from falling. I really didn't want to ruin my makeup that all the girls in my cabin had worked so hard on... Lexi's eyes widened as I nodded. "That's what happened."

"Oh, my gosh!" Lexi cried, slapping a hand over her mouth. "Pete did what Dallas did? Are you serious? But he was so shy!"

"He was faking," I informed her, now freely letting the tears fall now. Who cares about makeup? I didn't have a date to worry about anyway... "He was just using me to get his stupid ex-girlfriend jealous."

"Oh, Jordan," Lexi groaned, her eyes shining now. Was she going to cry for me? "You're crying! Did you really like Pete?"

Alex gave me a pointed look, but I totally ignored him. I didn't need his teasing right then...

"No," I answered, wiping at my tears. "It's just that... this is the second time that this has happened! This is the second time this has happened to me. Is there something wrong with me? Why do I keep getting used like this? It isn't fair!"  

"At least you have waterproof makeup," Lexi tried to smile at me. I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but I didn't think anything would make me happy.

"Yeah," was all I could say back to her.

Before Lexi or Alex could say anything, there was a hand on my shoulder. I jump slightly, turning toward the person and wiping my tears away quickly as I looked up at them.

Dallas looked down at me in surprise, frowning when he saw that I had been crying. "Jordan, are you okay?" he asked, crouching down next to me. He wiped my tears away with his thumb. "What happened?"

"Dance with me," I demanded quickly, grabbing onto his arm and yanking him onto the dance floor before I could answer him. He didn't do anything to stop me, but I knew he was going to grill me with questions once we started dancing. I was just glad that it was a slow song.

"Okay, tell me what happened," Dallas told me, his arms wrapping around my waist as mine wrapped around his neck. "Aren't you supposed to be here with some shy junior from Mr. Craven's class? That Pete guy, right?"

At the mention of Pete, more tears threatened to fall. I swallowed, trying to think of what I was supposed to tell him. This was the guy that had done the same exact thing four years before. What was I supposed to say?

"I was used and ditched," I answered with a shrug, looking away as we continued to dance. "Just like what happened four years ago."

Dallas's eyes softened at the mention of this. He then looked outraged. "That bastard used and ditched you?"

"You can't get angry," I snapped at him, not even meaning to do so. "You did the same exact thing to me all those years ago. I'm not upset because I liked him or anything, but because this is the second time this happened. This is the second time I've been used like this."

"I'm so sorry, Jordan," Dallas whispered, holding me closer to him. "I'm so sorry for all the pain I put you through..."

I squeezed his shoulders tightly, forcing myself to stop crying. "It's okay," I breathed. "It's okay..."

I looked over his shoulder to see that the couple dancing next to us was Jesse and Aimee. My eyes widened a little, but I quickly looked away before either of them could catch me looking. But I knew that Jesse had seen us already. He didn't look very happy.

"Jordan," Dallas finally said after a few moments of silence, pulling away from me slightly so he could look at me. We continued to dance as he let out a shaky breath. "I want to tell you something that I should have told you a long time ago."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

We were close enough for Jesse and Aimee to hear us, which kind of worried me. I didn't want them eavesdropping and listening to whatever Dallas had to say.

He looked me straight in the eye, smiling a little as he told me the words that I had waited for ever since I had met him. The words that I didn't want to hear from his mouth anymore, but from Jesse's.

"I love you, Jordan."

My eyes widened, and I quickly glanced over at Jesse and Aimee. Aimee was giving Jesse a confused look, but his face was completely unreadable. Like always, I hated that he had that look on his face. I never knew what he was thinking... But I knew that he had heard what Dallas had said. I knew he heard Dallas tell me that he loved me.

What was I supposed to say back to him? He thought I loved him back! I couldn't tell him that the person I really loved was my supposed enemy.

I let out a nervous chuckle, breathily sputtering out, "I love you, too."

I wanted to hit myself over the head. What the hell was my problem? Why did I just tell Dallas that I loved him when I really didn't?

He smiled at me, hugging me tightly. I tried my best to hug him back, but all I could see was Jesse angrily grabbing onto Aimee's wrist and yanking her off the dance floor.

"Um," I sputtered, looking around when Dallas finally let me go. "I have to go find AJ. I'll see you later, okay?"

Dallas smiled at me, nodding. "Okay."

I quickly broke away from him, sprinting in the direction Jesse and Aimee had gone. But right as I got off the dance floor, someone grabbed onto my wrist and stopped me from moving any farther. I quickly spun around in surprise and let out a relieved sigh when I saw that it was only Alex.

"What just happened?" he asked me, looking around for a moment before staring down at me again. "Jesse just stormed out of here with Aimee in tow."

"I messed up," I confessed, shaking my head and running my hand through my hair. "I majorly messed up and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do about it."

"What happened?" he asked me again.

"I told Dallas I loved him in front of Jesse," I admitted, cupping my hands over my mouth as I told myself not to cry. "I was a total idiot and told Dallas I loved him!"

"Why did you do that?" Alex exclaimed, a hand slapping to his forehead. "Why would you do something like that in front of Jesse? Why would you do something like that in the first place?"

"He said it to me first!" I cried out, as if that was a good enough excuse. "What was I supposed to say? He already thought that I loved him! If we were by ourselves or something I probably would have told him the truth, but... I panicked!"

"Go find Jesse," Alex told me, pointing over toward an exit. "He went that way. I'd go with you, but I have to go find Lexi. Go find Jesse and tell him how you really feel before he does something stupid."

"St--stupid?" I stuttered, my eyes going wide.

Alex shook his head. "Just go."

I quickly spun around, sprinting even quicker toward the exit Alex had said Jesse had left through. What would he do that was stupid? I didn't even want to know!

I ran down a dirt path, looking around frantically in the darkness. I had to find him... I had to...

I stopped running as I passed in front of a shed, completely out of breath. I fell to my knees, my hand clutching the dirt as I tried to catch my breath. I wanted to scream out Jesse's name, but I didn't want to get anyone else's attention. I was almost back to where all the cabins were, and I was starting to wonder if he just went back to his cabin with Aimee.

That thought made me want to puke.

Right as I got up to start running again, I heard something fall in the shed and a giggle that sounded way too familiar to me.

It was the same giggle that I would hear when the girls and I would tell secrets at sleepovers, the same giggle I heard whenever we saw a good looking guy coming our way. It was the same giggle that belonged to my old friend Aimee Dennett.

I didn't know why I was doing this, but I found myself getting closer and closer to the shed. I let out a long breath as I grabbed onto the doorknob and yanked the door open to see something I definitely didn't want to see.

I felt tears fill my eyes as I saw Jesse and Aimee pressed against each other, her back against the wall as Jesse's hand went up her leg and under her dress. Was this what Alex meant when he said Jesse would do something stupid? It sure felt like it...

I sniffed, not know what I was supposed to do. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn't let myself cry in front of Aimee and Jesse. I wasn't going to show them that I was weak...

Aimee smirked evilly at me, but Jesse still had the unreadable look on his face. I squeezed the doorknob as hard as I could, mumbled a quiet apology, and quickly took off toward the cabins, letting my tears fall freely now.

I was only able to run a few feet before I heard someone calling out my name. I stopped, out of breath now as I realized that this person was Jesse. Why would he be running after me when he could have taken Aimee right then and there? Why was I of any importance to him?

"Why are you coming after me?" I demanded, breathing in and out as I spun around and glaring at him. I knew my eyes were puffy and red; it was obvious that I had been crying. But I didn't care. Alex told me that I had to tell him that I loved him. But if he loved Yolanda or Aimee... that would crush me. "Don't you want to go make out with your girlfriend some more?"

"She's not my girlfriend," he informed me, taking a step closer. But I didn't back down as more tears escaped from my eyes.

"Could have fooled me," I snapped at him, shaking my head. "You were going to get her into bed, weren't you? I shouldn't even be surprised... She told me about the rumors."

"Rumors?" Jesse asked now, looking confused. "What rumors?"

"Don't play dumb," I spat. "She told me about how you slept with pretty much every single girl in Adeline except for my friends and me. I didn't want to believe her. In fact, I didn't believe her at first. But after what just happened and how you've been acting, I do. Four years I've known you, and I thought I knew everything about you. But I didn't know about the gang, or Hunter, or the fact that you're a total slut. What, are you going to get Hunter to hunt down Aimee now, too?"

"Those rumors aren't true," Jesse told me sternly, stepping closer to me once again. I stepped back, not wanted to be anywhere near him. Did he even care that he was breaking my heart?

"Sure they're not," I sniffed, wiping at my eyes. "I can't believe anything you say."

"You're the one that said you couldn't go with me," Jesse clarified, taking another step forward. "I asked you to the prom, you said yes, but then you broke it off for some stupid little kid. But then I come to see that you were with Dally! And to top it off, you even told him you loved him!"

"Pete used me," I faltered, taking a step closer to him now. "He used me just like Dallas did. He was just acting shy so I'd go with him so he could get his stupid ex-girlfriend jealous! And it worked. Just like what happened with Dallas, his girlfriend wanted him back. But this time, Dallas was the one comforting me, not the one hurting me. And what was I supposed to say when he told me he loved me? I couldn't tell him the truth!"

Jesse's eyes widened. "You... don't love Dallas?"

"Of course not!" I cried, throwing my hands up in the air. "I've never loved him that way. I thought I did when we were younger, but I didn't. The love I felt for him was sibling love! I loved him like he was my brother!"

"Then you just led him on, Emery," he intoned, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head at me. "He's probably all happy now, but you're going to have to ruin it for him when you tell him that you don't really love him that way."

Ignoring what he was saying, I was finally getting fed up with these feelings I was having. If he didn't like me that way, that was fine, but I had to know. I had to know why he kissed me and asked me to the prom, or why I was the person that stopped him from killing people when he was in the gang.

Was he just messing with me? Was this some kind of sick prank? It had to be! It was just like Jesse... Make me fall in love with him, and then say it was all a prank and laugh in my face when it was all over. That had to be what was happening!

"I was an idiot to think you really cared about me," I started quietly, but quickly got louder as I continued on. "I really thought I was something special to you. But I'm just another one of the stupid sluts that you try to get into bed with, right? You thought it would be fun to mess with your enemy's feelings and then crush her after it was all over? Even though I didn't know as much as I thought I did about you, Jesse, I do know one thing. And I was right about it since the beginning. You care about no one but yourself!"

"How am I supposed to show you how I feel when you think that anything serious I say is a joke?" Jesse asked in disbelief, stepping even closer to me. "Everything I say, you think it's a joke. I can't be serious with you because you think I'm not being serious!"

"Well, how can I believe you after the four years I've known you, you've made fun of me and joked around almost every second we're together?" I let out, running a hand through my hair. "How am I supposed to know if you're being serious or not when you've never been serious before? The only time I knew you were being serious was when you were talking about Hunter! You know what, Jesse? Just screw off and go screw Aimee! Because we both know how much you want to!"

I spun around, starting off toward the cabins again. More tears traveled down my cheeks, but I didn't even care. I didn't want anything to do with Jesse Jacobsen anymore. He could have jumped off a building for all I care! How dare he do something like this to me!

I could hear the music from the prom, but I couldn't tell what song it was. It was a slow song, but I was too far away to identify what it was.

"Jordan!" I heard him call after me, jogging so he wouldn't be as far behind me. I just couldn't run anymore, so I kept a quick and steady pace. "Jordan, stop!"

"Why should I do anything for you?" I demanded, but didn't stop as I continued on my way toward the cabin. "Why should I stop and listen to anything else that you have to say?"

"Because I'm in love with you!"

I stopped dead in my tracks, not able to move anymore. He didn't just say that he... There was no way!

"I... I..." was all I could sputter out, not even turning around to look at him. Was I going to be that stupid that I couldn't even form words anymore?

"I love you, Jordan."

I turned around to face him now, and I was expecting him to be grinning or to burst out laughing at any second. But as I stared at his face, it was as serious as ever. There was no emotion in his face whatsoever.

"You're lying," I gulped, not knowing what else I was supposed to say. "You're definitely lying. You don't love me..."

"You see? You think I'm not telling the truth," Jesse pretty much pouted, crossing his arms over his chest as he continued to stare at me. "Why would I lie to you about something like being in love with you?"

"Because you're you," I shot back weakly, feeling my resistance breaking.

"I'm in love with you, Jordan," he told me, now right in front of me. "I have been... since the moment I laid eyes on you. That day in the ice cream parlor, when I ran into you... You were wearing that blue shirt that I got ice cream all over. You gave me such a disgusted glare, but I just couldn't stop staring at you."

I was staring up at him now, my bottom lip trembling. Jesse really loved me? But what about Yolanda and Aimee?

"But... Yolanda," I voiced my thoughts. "Don't you love her?"

Jesse rolled his eyes. "You were mistaken that day in Headmaster Solomon's office, Jordan," he sighed. "I wasn't going to say Yolanda. I was going to say you."

My eyes widened. Even then... Jesse loved me? He loved me ever since he had seen me! But I had been such a bitch all these years...

"Oh, my gosh," was all I could say, covering my mouth with both of my hands. After worrying if Jesse hated me, it turned out that he had always been in love with me. I was happy and overjoyed, but the shock overpowered it by a mile.

"I know you hate me," Jesse laughed without humor, and I stayed silent and let him continue. "I've known that from the start. I told Dallas that you liked him because I was jealous. I thought he'd laugh at you or something. Words can't even describe how pissed I was when he asked you to that prom... But then he ditched you, and I really thought that I had a chance. But you still hated me, like usual."

"Jesse, I--" I started, but Jesse wouldn't let me finished. He was ranting, and I didn't know how I was supposed to stop him.

"And it's because I love you that I couldn't kill anyone back when I was in the gang," he continued on. "All I could think about was that if I got caught, I'd never be able to see you again. Every time I was about to pull the trigger, or plunge the knife a little deeper, I saw your face. You were disappointed and upset with me, and I just couldn't continue what I was doing. That's how you always looked at me, because you hated me so much. You hate me now, even. You probably hate me even more than you used--"

"Jesse," I finally interrupted breathily, reaching up and resting my hands on his neck. "Calm down, okay? You're ranting, and it's kind of scaring me a little."

"I'm sorry..." was all he said, sounding like he was still kind of out of it.

I then took a deep breath, swallowing hard as I looked up at his green eyes. Now was the time that I would be honest with him. I was going to tell him how I really felt no matter what it took.

He stared down at me with such an intense stare as I uttered, "I love you."

His eyes widened so much that I thought they were going to fall out of their sockets. I felt myself smile slightly, almost laughing at his shocked expression. Was that what I looked like when he confessed? If I did look that way, I was surprised Jesse hadn't started laughing.

"You... love me?" he asked in disbelief, as if he was in some type of trance. "You... really love me?"

"Yes," I nodded, biting my lip as I continued to smile. "I love you, Jesse. I really do. Not from the start, but... for a while. You have no idea how upset I was when you said that you were going to ask Aimee to the prom. I made a mistake saying yes to Pete and passing on going with you. I was an idiot..."

"You love me," Jesse smiled now, still in that little trance of his. "You love me."

"Jesse," I smiled back up at him. "Will you just kiss me?"

He grinned broadly, grabbing onto my waist and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed against each other, his lips pressed down on mine. Our lips moved together beautifully, as if they were dancing. We hadn't ever kissed like that, not even when he had asked me to the prom.

Fireworks, church bells, everything that you were supposed to see when you kissed the person you loved. Even though we had kissed before, it wasn't anything like this before.

When he pulled away from me, he continued to smile as he pushed a lock of my hair behind my ear before pecking my lips lightly. "God, I love you more than anything."

I continued to smile, stretching up onto my toes and pressing my lips to his again. "You took the words right from my mouth."

It was like we both couldn't stop smiling anymore. He leaned forward, locking our lips together once again. I could have stood there all night and just kissed him. That's all that I wanted to do. But I knew that we couldn't, because all of the kids had to go this way to get back to their cabin from the prom. But we'd stay there as long as we could, if we had to.

I never wanted to let him go. I loved him more than anything on the entire planet.  

And finally, Jesse Jacobsen was mine.

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Um... yay? :D

Don't feel so bad for Pete anymore, do you? ;D

The song on the side is the song playing at the prom when they're fighting/confessing/making out. xD

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