Tia's POV

It was around three to four years since the great Hawaii hookup. I was on my final year of college, as for Preston... I haven't heard from him in awhile. Preston was probably chasing after that girl Jenna on Jake's instagram. As for me, I just go with the flow. Me and Jack are now a couple.

That's what happened.

Preston's POV

Summertime Sadness

I wrote poems since summer of '18. I hadn't been eating or sleeping very well within the past days. I felt so out of it. I did accomplish things after that summer. I attended college, got my degree in biology. I'm still with Jenna, but it makes me empty still. Questions still raced through my mind.

Why did I fuck around and get attached to you?

Why am I tired, but not never with you?

I see that there's life after her, but not really a life I want.

Tia's POV

Knock! Knock!

I open the door revealing Jack.

"Jack, what are you doing here?" I ask, "it's like 2 AM."

"Well, Tia, I just couldn't sleep," he says walking in, "I thought I'd visit."

"Oh, okay well I'm heading to bed, so," I say turning.

He grabbed my wrist and turned me around.

"Jack?" I say.

What is he doing?

"Stop playing with me like this," he says.

"Jack, What are you talking about?" I ask frightened.

He holds my face up as he kisses me roughly. He pulls away and whispers to me.

"It's been three years and we haven't done anything," he says.

He's right. I haven't. I haven't been able to bring myself to do anything, because... I've been watching Preston.

All alone I watched him watch her, like she's the only girl he's ever seen.

He never notices, he is slowly killing me.

"So?" He says pinning me to my bed.

"I'm not in the mood," I sigh.

"What?" I could hear his patience thinning with me.

"Jack, there's something behind this all," I say, "since summer of '18, it changed me. I don't want to be a hoe who puts out anymore."

He sighs.

"It's not like that. You're not hoe, we've been together for three years," he says, "so don't make me... don't make me do this."

Do what???

"Do wha-..."

Jack crashed his lips onto mine with weight holding me down.

Why did I not fight back? I'm five foot two and probably a hundred twenty soaking wet, comparatively to a six foot guy who's 170. I stood no chance.

He started to attempt to pull off my clothes.

"No! Stop!" I cried to no avail.

I had enough. I head butted him in the nose.

No, this isn't one of those stories where Preston comes breaking through the door yelling, "get off her!" and the men get into a fight. This is just survival of the fittest.

He stumbled back, against the wall. His nose was bleeding onto his hands.

"Jack..." I say.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He says trembling.

"I had to," I say, "you were about to rape me, idiot!"

"You asked for it, you..." He says.

"What am I Jack? You what? Fucking say it!" I yell.

"You..." He says, "you slut!"

Yep, not even shocked. Just disappointed Jack would be like this.

I took my hand and turned into anger. I slapped him across the face leaving a red mark.

"I'll drive you to the ER," I say, "if you try anything, I will kick you out of the car."

Preston's POV

"Preston? Preston?" Jenna bugs me.

"What's up?" I ask.

"You haven't been sleeping well, is something wrong?" She asks holding onto me.

"Yeah, I cant explain it. Something bad is happening, I just can't wrap my head around it..."

I wonder what Tia's doing. Maybe she moved on already. Who the hell knows. She could be street fighting for all I know.