It's amazing how quickly I found myself lying in Matt's bed, his shirt off, my blouse unbuttoned, him laying on top of me grinding his hips into mine as our tongues battled for domination. How did my shirt even get unbuttoned? Was I present when it happened? Surely I would have remembered...of course my lack of memory could be due to the fact that the only function my brain has performed since he pressed against me in what I can only describe as sex with our clothing on, is this loud humming sound...maybe that's the sound something makes when it short circuits...I should probably look into that. I should also probably remember to breathe. Breathing is important, right?

"Ok, time out," I said, breaking from our marathon kiss and pushing on Matt's shoulders. He leaned down, placing a kiss on my neck before rolling off of me to lay on his back beside me.

"I'm sorry," Matt said, taking a labored breath.

I rolled over, throwing one leg over Matt's, and propped an arm on his chest to look him in the eyes. "No, don't be," I smiled. "I just needed to breathe," I explained. Matt smiled, seeming relieved. I traced small patterns across his defined chest with my finger absentmindedly. "I need to ask you something," I said, avoiding eye contact.

"What?" asked Matt, his breathing finally returning to normal.

"A-Are you..." I stammered."Have you..." I sighed, finding my question a lot harder to ask than I had anticipated.

"Spit it out," Matt chuckled, finding humor in my sudden shyness, especially considering the fact that we were both half undressed.

I took a deep breath. "Did you sleep with Samantha?" I questioned, then immediately found myself NOT wanting to hear the answer.

Matt let out a sigh. "No," he smirked. "How did I know that was what your question would be?"

I squealed in delight, internally, of course, before responding. "Actually, my question was, are you a virgin, but I have recently been scarred by that phrase and found it harder to say than I thought."

Matt chuckled. "Ah yes, the boy talk with your brothers...so it went well then?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes "I wasn't successful in my attempts to suffocate myself with a pillow during the talk so if you consider that going well then yes. You still didn't answer my question," I reminded.

"Yes," he responded simply brushing a piece of my hair off my face and tucking it behind my ear.

"Really?" I responded surprised.

Matt cocked a brow, "You seem so surprised."

"Well, I mean..." I gestured to my now open blouse then to his lack of shirt "yea...I'm a little surprised," I admitted.

Matt chuckled "Cecelia, did you just call me a slut?" he teased.

"No,not at all. It's just...I'm laying here practically half naked and we have only been dating for like 48 hours. Come to think of it when I say it out loud like that now I feel kind of slutty," I said frowling.

"Honestly, I never did any of this with Samantha," Matt said taking my hand and threading his fingers through mine.

I cocked a brow. "You guys dated forever."

"8 Months," he corrected.

"Felt like longer," I said, my thoughts accidentally being verbalized.

Matt chuckled. "You liiiiiked meeeeee," he teased.

I shrugged. "Maybe a little," I said with a smirk. "Seriously though...8 months is a long time to not do anything," I said cocking a brow.

Matt shrugged. "Truth is, I was never really that in to Sam," he admitted.

"How can you date someone for 8 months and not be that in to her?" I questioned confused.

"I think the reason we stayed together as long as we did is that we never really spent much time together," he admitted. "Besides, for the last 6 and a half months of our relationship I was kinda crushin' on some other girl," he said with a smirk.

My heart sank. "Oh," I said lowering my head feeling exposed...emotionally....well physically too, I was after all half naked.

Matt brought his finger under my chin pulling my eyes up to meet his. "It was you, dork," he said with a smile.

I smiled, he was such a sweet talker. "Really?" I asked surprised.

"Don't pretend you didn't know," warned Matt.

"I didn't have a clue," I said honestly. "To be honest I didn't even think you knew I existed."

Matt cocked a brow. "You always caught me staring, how could you not know" he asked.

"What?? you always caught me staring...not the other way around."

Matt shook his head, "Wow, we are special...both of us crushing on each other and both of us completely clueless."

I giggled and traced my finger along his chest again lazily. Matt cupped the nape of my neck pulling my lips to his.

I pulled away tracing his lips with my finger. "I'm not ready to...I mean....I'm not going to..." I stammered, again finding the words harder to actually say.

Matt smiled. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he said understanding.

I smiled and quickly pecked his lips before sitting up to button my blouse. Matt whined in protest. "Noooo don't go" he said jutting his lip into a pout.

I smirked at the sight of him pouting. "I have to be home for dinner, the boys think I'm at Morgan's helping her with a paper," I said standing to tuck my blouse in my skirt.

Matt gave a dramatically fake gasp of shock. "You lied to your brothers?!"

"Well, I figured the Morgan story would go over better than "can I go get half naked with Matt in his room unattended," I said with a smirk.

"Yea...yer probably right," Matt said with a smile before standing up and pulling me to him for another kiss. "Do you know if you can go to that party tomorrow night?" he asked as I pulled away from him to grab my backpack and throw it over my shoulder.

"I'm not sure yet, I'll let you know in the morning," I said opening the door to the hall.

"K, call me later" Matt instructed pulling me in for another kiss before releasing me to head home for dinner.

Chapter End Notes:

shorter chapter, but a much needed one, it gives you a little insight into Matt and Samantha's past relationship as well as covers that awkward "Are you a virgin" talk you have with your BF...few things touched on in the comments I wanted to address because Im not sure how many people actually go back and read the followup comments I post to your comments LOL.

First point I wanted to touch on, please note, this IS NOT an abuse story. This is how I was raised as are many kids (especially with parents that are Southern and or devout Christian)spare the rod, spoil the child. It is not something done out of anger, there is quite a difference between giving a spanking and beating your kid. If this is something that is too offensive to read, then simply stop reading.

Secondly, also note that this story is for the majority written from the POV of the main character, CeCe, keep this in mind when reading it, you have to remember that this is HER VIEW of what is going on, sometimes we are blind to our own bad behaviors, and especially as teen girls we tend to see our elders as being unfair, mean...etc. you are meant to be pulled into "her world" and see things through her eyes, but sometimes it can make your view askew in thinking that the brothers are being mean or unreasonable. You are meant to feel that way, just means I am doing my job writing it well.

Third, I would never write about anything I didn't have first-hand knowledge of. Nothing irks me more than to read a story, and the author clearly be clueless about the topic at hand. I write about private school because I attended a private academy, as do my girls now, I include diabetes information because I am a diabetic etc. I DO NOT have Jonas boys as my brothers unfortunately, but other than that its all based on truth :P There was question as to corporal punishment in private schooling, while corporal punishment is banned in the MAJORITY of public schools (CP is still being used in a lot of public schools) it IS NOT banned in private schooling as they are privately funded and are exempt from state bans. The majority of the private schools that still use CP use a paddle (most common) or a strap (essentially a belt designated for the sole purpose of punishments) Most commonly punishments are administered by the principal or dean of the school, this permission to discipline the child is given by the parents via a written contract of consent upon enrolling in the school (parents are not required to sign this but the vast majority do)

Now, with all of that being said, I hope you are enjoying this story, if you are reading it and you are enjoying it, please take the time to leave me a review, reviews inspire me to write.