"Are you sure about this? I thought you wanted to take things slow?" Shawn asks as he kisses my neck.

I lean back to give him better access and moan softly, "Fuck going slow, I want you." I run my fingers through his thick hair and pull lightly. He groans which turns me on even more. The heat between us is so intense that I can't handle it anymore, I need him.

He begins leaving kisses all over my body, some will leave hickeys but I could care less. Shawn presses his lips down my stomach before running his fingers over the top fabric of my panties. If he doesn't stop teasing I might actually burst.

He kisses my thighs and begins to lower the lace barrier between him and my sex. I lift myself to make him pulling them down easier. Each touch burns me in a good way and I can't wait for everything else he can make me feel.

After a few more teasing kisses he finally puts his mouth on me. I arch my back in pleasure as he gets work. The amount of moaning I'm doing is embarrassing but fuck it, he feels too good.

When I'm about to come, he places his hand down on my stomach in order to keep me still. Shawn goes even faster and it's not long before I'm shaking in complete, euphoric bliss.

I close my eyes to get over my orgasm and feel him come up to hover above me. His legs are on either side of me. "Did you miss me?" My eyes open to see Dean above me instead of Shawn. My stomach drops and I immediately squirm to get out from under him. He holds me down with a sick smirk, "What's the matter? I thought you loved me?"

"No Dean! Stop!" I don't stop trying to move but it's pointless, he's in complete control of me.
"Why should I?" His hands creep up to my throat and he tightens. I gasp for air in an attempt to breathe. "You could've stopped me. You could've put me in jail but you chose to let me go. Now I won't let you go." I claw at his hands just like the last time but it's no use. I try to scream but I can't, I'm completely stuck and terrified. "Liv! Livia! Livia!"

I jolt awake and gasp for air in an attempt to breathe. Strong arms-that I've learned to become accustomed-to wrap around me. "It was just a nightmare."

What? It was just a dream? God, it felt so real.

"Is she okay?" My mom asks at the same time Shawn pulls away from me.

I look around the plane and see my parents, Dianne, and Shawn staring at me. Their worried looks make me feel embarrassed. "I didn't mean to fall asleep." I say, shifting uncomfortably.

My dad sighs. "Don't be sorry, we all fell asleep too."

"Then we heard you screaming, Shawn got to you first." My mom adds.

I look at him, he looks more worried than anyone else. Maybe because he knows how it feels. I want to grab his hand to tell him I'm okay but I can't. "I'm okay guys, really." I promise them but the truth is, I'm still really shaken up.

Dianne takes a step back in the aisle, "Well come on, let's give her some space."

My parents look at each other, "Are you sure you don't want us to stay with you?"

"No, really guys it was just a dream. I'm fine." I assure them even though I'm lying.

Shawn stands up and sits beside me, "I'll stay with you, just in case you fall back asleep." He offers, mostly to my parents.

They nod and reluctantly go back to their seats up front. Once out of earshot, I grab Shawn's hand. "Hey, thank you." He offers me a small smile and squeezes my hand. He held me in front of my parents just because he knew I would need it when I woke up.

I take a deep breath and try to relax. Dean left more than two months ago and I'm still not over it. I want so badly to be over it, but I know that's not how it works.

When we land and get off the plane, Dianne hugs me and I tell Shawn goodbye. My parents are pretty silent on the ride home, I think what happened freaked them out.

We get home and set my bags down on the ground. My mom looks over at me, "Are you hungry?" She asks, walking over to the fridge to see what she can make. "Everything in here is expired."

"We were gone for two weeks Olivia, we should throw everything out and go to the store." My father says before turning to me, "Do you want to come with us?"

I shake my head, "I'm pretty jet lagged so I think I'm going to unpack and crash." They're pretty used to jet lag by now so they grab the keys and head back out, promising to be home within a couple of hours.

When they leave, a sense of relief washes over me because I'm glad to finally be alone. I pick up my suitcase and make my way upstairs to my bedroom. I turn some music on and begin to unpack. I can't believe I was just in New York with my teacher and family. I took that trip to get some space from him, so he could figure out what he wanted. I ended up engaging in a fling with him by the end. Not to mention, I had a chance to learn more about Shawn. Personal things like, he's been to New York before, and his dad died there. Then Dianne was super nice to me the whole time, and practically brought me here for Shawn. It was like a reverse parent trap. Then at the opening, Katherine was there and she apologized to us. It all seems so surreal, like maybe New York is going to be the place to be after I graduate. I'm excited to see if I got into NYU and to start over there. Granted it will be without Shawn but still, no one will know me or my past. It'll be perfect.

I smile to myself and grab some hangers to put the shirts up in my closet. I notice that the clothes I bought in New York have more color to them, my wardrobe is finally starting to lighten up. Maybe it's because I'm out of my relationship with Dean, or maybe it's because I'm happy with Shawn. Either way, I'm not complaining.

Half way through hanging up my clothes my doorbell rings. I drop what I'm doing and walk downstairs to open the door. "Hunter? What are you doing here?"

He walks past me and into my house, "You don't know how to answer your phone." He explains at the same time I close my door.

"I've been unpacking." I tell him as we make our way into the kitchen. I pull out two mugs and begin making tea.

Hunter looks down at his hands, "How was your trip?" He questions.

I shrug, "I was good, Shawn was with me."

"What?" Hunter perks up.

I finish making the tea and walk over to hand him his mug, "Yeah, turns out my parents' client was his mom."

"Did you guys figure anything out?"

"Yes and no." I take a sip before continuing, "I'm not confused about us anymore but we're not going to be able to make things work once I graduate." I think back to the email I read. "He's leaving Brookview to teach at a college out of state."

Hunter looks at me with a shocked expression, "I can't believe it, I guess I just figured he would stay here."

I nod, "Me too, but I'm happy for him." Hunter agrees and buries his nose into his mug. I laugh, "Any more and you're going to need a snorkel." Hunter looks up and I realize that he must be here for a reason. "What's going on?"

Hunter sighs, "Joseph broke up with me."

"What happened?" I question, softly. They've been together at least the whole year and they seemed happy.

I only met him once but he was clingy with Hunter, they looked in love. "He got accepted into school in Denver and I didn't want to go with him. So he decided to end things before we went too far in our relationship."

I've never seen Hunter cry before but when tears start to fall down his face I go over to him and give him a hug. "He didn't deserve you anyway." I promise him, knowing first hand how awesome Hunter is.

"That's just something you say when your friends' heart gets broken." He chuckles as I pull away so he can wipe away the tears on his face.

I shake my head, "I mean it."

"Yeah maybe."

I stand up to go back to my seat. "You know, I think there's still a pint of icecream in the freezer. If you're interested?" I've only really been through one break up before but it was enough to know that ice cream always helps.

"You want me to stay?" He questions.

I look at the time, "Yeah, at least until my parents get home." I walk to the freezer and hold out the ice cream for him to see the flavor. He agrees so I grab two spoons and sit back down.

Hunter takes a bite before stopping to say, "Wait a minute, now who am I supposed to go to prom with?"

I almost forgot about prom, it's only a month away. "Crazy idea but you could always go with me." I offer, seeing as how my teacher can't exactly be my date.

"No way, Seth is going to ask you to prom. Then I'm going to be the third wheel."

He is? "If Seth and I go to prom together it'll be as friends. Now come on, the three of us would have a blast."

Hunter takes another spoonful of the chocolate ice cream. "Fine, I would love to go to prom with you and Seth."

I laugh, "It's a date." Let's not forget that I still promised Seth a date when I was in New York. One that won't come of anything but I'm still sort of excited about.

Last night when my parents got home and saw that Hunter was there, they invited him to stay for dinner. I was happy to have him stay and welcomed the distraction from talking about what happened on the plane. He left after dinner, but not before making me promise I would start answering my phone.

Now It's Monday and I'm sitting in Mr. Morgan's room while people stare at him questionably. I can't blame them even though I wish they'd mind their own business. Shawn and I left at the same time and came back at the same time. There's no doubt that it's suspicious. Mr. Morgan doesn't pay any attention to the whispers and begins class. "Good morning everyone, I hope you had a good spring break."

A girl named Kayla raises her hand. She's one of the more popular seniors, with long blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, "What did you do for spring break Mr. Morgan?" She's playing games with him, trying to make it seem like he was with me.

"I had to help my mom a couple hours away from here." Then he looks around the room to see that not everyone seems convinced. They need to know that I was in New York. "Why don't we go around the room and everyone tells us what we did for their break."

The class begins to mumble to the people around them before Shawn adds that it'll be one at a time. He starts with Kayla who says she was at camp all week and works his way around to me. "Livia, what did you do for break?"

I look around to see everyone staring at me, "I was in New York with my parents. They had a client there plus I wanted to look at some schools for next year." With my answer, everyone seemed to believe me and stopped staring. Once everyone was done, Shawn started class again, picking up where the sub left off.

Seth leans in while Mr. Morgan teaches, "So how's Friday night? I'll pick you up at 8?"

I look up to see my teacher watching us. "That sounds good." I agree at the same time Hunter mouths the words "third wheel," to me. I shake my head with a small smile, nothing will come of Seth and I. Maybe in another lifetime where a certain teacher doesn't exist.

After class Seth walks out with me, talking to me non stop about Friday. I stop him outside of my next class. "Listen, Seth, I was serious about not wanting a relationship right now. So I want to be honest and make sure you know that this date won't come of anything. I just want to be friends."

He looks a bit sad but quickly gets over it with a smile, "I understand, Livia. Thank you for being honest with me."

I nod, turning to go to my next class.

Mr. Brown's class is painfully boring so when the bell rings I get out of my seat almost immediately. I make it to English Lit at the same time Becca and Jenny do. They've been asking me questions all morning so it's my turn to ask about their break. "What have you two been up to?"

Jenny starts to wave her arms in excitement, "I have something to tell you guys." Without hesitation I gesture for her to go on, "I'm almost finished with your prom dresses."

I had almost forgotten that she was doing them. When I asked her to make them she took our measurements and that was it. "Really?"

She nods, "Yes, I want to do a fitting soon to make sure they're perfect but for the most part I'm done. Becca, yours is dark green because you'll look like an emerald goddess."

Becca raises her eyebrow and says, "I actually don't hate that."

Jenny brushes her off, "Trust me you're going to love it. It's going to be long and fitting with off-the-shoulder sleeves." She turns to me, "This entire year you've worn nothing but dark colors so I made your dress yellow. You have an olive skin tone that it's going to clash beautifully with and it's big and flowy." She then informs me that she's using the word "big," as an exaggeration. It's layered so the dress looks bigger but feels light. "Mine is baby blue with a corset-like top and an even lighter blue color for the bottom of the dress. I might've gotten the idea from the 90's but it's so pretty." The more she rambles on about our prom dresses, the more excited I become. If these turn out as well as she says they are, then I hope Jenny pursues the career she wants in fashion. Even if they don't then she could always learn in school. Maybe one day she'll join me in New York.