A/N: I'm updating :o I've written something new :o I hope you like it, don't mind all the Jeremy hating, this in the story to be reading if you can't stand that kind of thing :P

Chapter 4

January 6th 2015 – You Know...

I'm half asleep when my phone starts going off like it's life or death or something, whatever I'm tired so I'm mad at it. I probably answer too harshly, I don't even look at who's calling. I hear sobs and straighten up, giving this person my full attention.
     "Are you home?" The feminine sobbing voice asks. It's Kirstie.
     I nod and answer at the same time, because of course she can't see me nodding, "Yeah, why? What's wrong Kirst?"
     "I'm coming over okay, I just... I'll be there in like a minute."
     I frown, "Kirst you live at least five minutes away, not even you are magical enough to get her that quick," I try to joke with her.
     "Just don't hang up."
     "I'm right here." The door handle to mine and Kevin's apartment shakes and I just about jump out of my skin.
     "Why's your door locked Avi? I told you I was coming, do you not want me here?" she cries into the phone.
      "Oh Kirst, I'm so sorry," I rush towards the door and open it, to sure enough, Kirstie. "What's wrong?" I ask, more worried now that I can see the state she's in, tear stained cheeks, her makeup was a mess. She was wearing a tight dress and high shoes, and a tight dress... no Avi eyes on her eyes. I snap back to attention when she practically falls into my arms.
     "You can put your phone away now Avi," she hiccups, pressing her face against my chest.
      Oh right, I hang up my phone and throw it over on the couch.
     "Can we chill and watch Game of Thrones like we used to?" she asks, seemingly almost calm in comparison to her last sentence.
      "Uh yeah, but can I ask what's up first?"
      She sighs and walks over to the couch, she only sits down when I step up beside her, and then I sit too. And almost immediately she lays her head on my lap, and with the rest of her curled up beside me she starts to talk.
     "We were at a party, it was a party with all his friends, and I didn't know anyone and he was ignoring me so I left. I feel kinda bad about it, but I'm more upset that he ignored me and didn't even try to introduce me to anyone. I just stood in that stupid obnoxious room, looking way underdressed and like a total loser," she cries out. "And he didn't even care," she adds more softly.
     "Jeremy?" I ask.
     "Well yeah, who else?" she sobs quietly against my leg. I run my hand across her hair, brushing the orange stands off her face. "I'm gonna cut my hair. He likes long hair so I'm gonna cut mine, that'll show him," she says almost in a morbid way.
     "You don't have to that Kirst, I mean unless you really do want to."
     "The ends are going yuck from trying to lighten my hair, my hair will grow better and healthier if I cut it."
     I nod, that's a valid case, but still. "Well Kirst, you do what you want, but make sure it's your decision, don't do it just because you're mad at Jeremy. You could wait a couple of months to make sure that it's something you really want to do though."
     "But I am mad," she says slowly, "I want to make him hurt like I do, I reckon I should definitely cut my hair."
     I shake my head, "Kirst to be honest I'm thinking cutting your hair isn't going to hurt him as much as you think it will."
     She sits up quickly, her head almost connecting with my chin. "I'm not talking about my hair anymore Avi."
     I frown, I'm so confused, "But you just said your hair," I reach out to touch her hair, brush it off her shoulder maybe, I don't know.
     She catches my hand in hers, "But I'm not talking about it anymore, is Kevin home?"
I look over my shoulder even though I know he's not, he's at his parents cause his sister is home for the weekend. I turn back to Kirstie shaking my head.
     A smirk appears on her face, "Good." She places my hand that she still has a hold of on her waist.
     Uh-oh.
     Then she climbs onto my lap, straddling me and leans in to kiss me.
     Bigger uh-oh.
     But I let her do it, but only for a moment because I'm not a bad person. I just really wanted to know what it was like to kiss Kirstie sober. At least I was sober, I really wasn't sure about her by this point.
     I pull back with a sigh, "Kirstie."
     She just sits there, on me, staring at me, like nothing just happened, then smiles. "You kissed me back, only for a second but still."
     So not like nothing happened, but more as if it wasn't wrong, she is dating someone, it doesn't matter that he's a complete and total douche, or that I've had a crush on Kirstie since forever ago. "Well yeah, it's instinct Kirst, but we can't be doing this. I'm gonna be honest okay, I hate Jeremy, like I literally cannot stand the guy."
     She nods, "I figured you were one of the 'all of us' that Scott mentioned a few weeks ago," she frowns.
     So he'd told her. "Yeah."
     "So how long have you all known that he's a complete tool and didn't tell me?"
     "You seemed so happy, I couldn't do that to you Kirst, you would have been devastated and then worse, you would have gotten all stubborn and probably stopped talking to us," I half laugh, because this is funny right, funny and awkward. She is sitting on me.
That's when she tries to kiss me again, but I turn away, and it hurt but I did it.
     "Avi please just kiss me, I want to know what kissing someone who really cares about me feels like."
     "Kirstie, how much have you had to drink?" I ask slowly.
     "Like four, I don't know. I hold my alcohol well okay, Avi I'm totally in control here, I know what I'm doing and what I want to be doing with you."
     My eyes widen as my face heats up. I have to look down, no actually up, her chest is right there when I look down. Oh crap.
     "I know you want that too," she smirks.
     Well yeah, but my head is saying she's with Jeremy, he's her boyfriend, she hasn't actually broken up with him yet... and on the other hand the rest of my body is like there is an absolutely beautiful woman sitting on me right now. Oh crap... wait is she wearing the dragon necklace, wait why am I looking at her chest again? But I touch the pendant none the less.
     "See it's meant to be," she says as I touch it and then she moves in such a way that I touch her, well... you know.
     But when she leans in to kiss me again I think about what an absolute piece of shit I am, how would I feel to be in Jeremy's position right now? And then when her lips touch mine I start to think about how I might finally get to be the one she calls her boyfriend, how she'll go and break up with him tomorrow and then we can be together, finally. I've had a crush on her since I met her, and now I have to wonder if she's always felt the same.
     As the kisses get more heated and my hands start to explore her body, hers do too, my body, I meant mine; she explored mine in case that wasn't clear. But that was happening and then she moves to get off me, so I groan but she doesn't separate our lips, I follow her. I follow her to my bedroom, I follow her to my bed. This was happening, I was gonna let this happen, Kirstie was going to become a cheater... but I hate Jeremy so do I care?
     And then she pulled her top off and I came to the conclusion that I really, really hate Jeremy and he can suffer for all I care.

A/N: So I guess they didn't end up watching any Game of Thrones :o

Hannah