-Dedicated to sad people like me, it's okay, you're not alone-
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I sit on my bed, ice cream in my hand and Channing Tatum on my laptop screen. I'm currently watching Magic Mike to keep my sprites up while stuffing my face with the creamy, cold dessert when my door bell rings, causing me to slightly groan in annoyance at my disturbance.

Dad left a couple hours ago and left me in the house so I frown, not expecting anyone. I grumpily get up from my bed and trudge down the spiral stairs before gaping at the person who is standing on other side of the door, my body still subconsciously moving towards the door.

"Quinn?" I whisper once I opened the door.

She gives me a small smile and holds out chocolate and magazines. "I've come to see my bestie."

I choke back a cry and let her in, closing the door and leading her towards my room. She sits on my bed, dropping her gifts on my bedside table. I knew the moment we became friends as little girls that she's in this for life, I knew she's the one for me.

"So babe, what's wrong?" Quinn asks and opens her arms, letting me curl up into them and cry out my anger, sadness and fears.

"I really like him. I like Jay."

She smiles widely but frowns when I cry harder into her arms, tighten her grip around me, comforting me but nothing is helping, I can still feel a hole in my heart. "So?"

"He asked about what happened, Quinn. He asked me. I can't tell him, he'll leave." I sob, uncontrollably. "He'll be so disgusted with who I am. I'm disgusted with who I am."

"Oh, babe." She tightens her arms around me and I cry harder before pushing her away from me and brushing my tears off my face, trying to calm down my sadness and frustration that has built within me.

"I need to tell you." I whisper. "I need to get it off my chest."

Everything is spilt to her and she listens without interrupting. I tell her everything that has happened between Jay and I, the weight of my shoulder lessening slightly but not too drastically. I don't look at her, half ashamed and half scared about her facial expression, and once I finish, I sit there, waiting for a reply.

A moment of silence goes by and I still don't look up then I hear a sigh of despair and on then do I look up. I notice how her big brown eyes have dimmed slightly as if my pain is hurting her and the way the colour on her cheeks faded due her sadness that she felt towards me. I can read her like a book and she can do the same. That's why when she tucks a strand of golden hair behind my ear and gives me the softest of smile, I know that she fully understands why I do what I do.

"You got to tell him, Paris. He's so confused and scared about your relationship with him. Please, tell him, he's so good for you. You both need each other. Don't forget, Paris, Jay had been through shit too."

Quinn opens up her arms again and I don't hesitate to curl back within her safety. I don't reply as she speaks, I don't say anything but I do listen because I know she's right, and that's what I've been fearing for quite a while.

"He'll understand you better than anyone else."

Quinn left after a while, saying she had a date to go to. A flush of redness covered her cheeks when I pestered her about but she revealed nothing and instead sent me a mischievous grin and winked.

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell."

So here I am, alone in my room while watching Magic Mike again, appreciating Channing Tatum and his glorious body since it really cheered me up. After a while, I begin to feel claustrophobic in my bed and memories are suffocating me so I decide to get and change and go for a walk to the pier.

I change into a black halter dress that falls mid-thigh and has laces on the sides. Black heels with a shoulder bag to watch my look and I tied my hair into a bun as I finish up my makeup, hoping to catch dinner afterwards before heading back home. When I'm satisfied with how I look, I grab my phone and keys from my desktop and slip then in my bag as I make my way to my destination.

Instead of driving, I walk there because it feels calmer and lighter. I see the pier in the distance, the sea crashing against the wooden poles and sand as the moons reflection glimmer in the sea. Minutes later, I'm standing on the pier and I breathe in the clean, warm air, trying to rid myself of the bad thoughts.

"Paris?"

Fuck.

I gulp before turning around, sending the most fake smile I can muster. "Hi," I greet. "How are you?"

"Honestly," He runs his finger through his thick, dark locks. Black circles covers underneath his eye and his hair is so dishevelled I can tell he hasn't been sleeping good for quite some time. "Not good. I miss you."

I turn myself away from him a little, closing my eyes because I don't need to hear it, I can't hear it, but his hands wraps firmly around my wrist, forcing me to face him.

"A lot." Jay whispers, cupping one side of my face, a breathless sigh escaping from my lips. "And I'm going crazy. You're making me crazy."

Those mesmerising green-grey eyes, locking with mine and making me breathless. I feel like I'm on a cloud and I'm drifting away from common sense. I ignore the warning bells ringing in my head and focus on his because all I see is him. Jay. Jay. Jay. My beautiful bad boy.

He leans forward, whispering. "I'm going insane without you, Paris."

Then he kisses me. Passion, lust and something else is filled in this kiss. My fingers constantly run through his hair, my body disobeying my commands and allowing Jay to kiss me and touch me everywhere, anywhere. It's like I haven't drank for ages and I'm so thirsty that I want it all at once. Suddenly all my worries are put the window and I want Jay, today, tomorrow and everyday.

I pull away, panting as he smirks at my flushed state. "You are something, Mr Stone."

I bite on his lower lip, hearing a groan release from the back of his throat. His arms tighten around my waist as he places butterfly kisses against my neck, causing my eyes to flutter shut as fireworks exploded in the back of my mind.

"You are something, Miss Gold." Jay pulls me into his arms, embracing me as I rest my head on his chest, hearing a familiar beating. "You really are."

"Come on in." Jay says as he holds the door open, allowing me to enter a small restaurant. It's so cosy and homely, a lovely spicy aroma floating around in the air. Jay wraps his arms around my waist, possessively and protectively, then sends me his million dollar smile that has my heart skipping a beat. We take our place at a table and wait for the waiters to arrive as we look through the menu.

"I'm going to meet my Mum this weekend." I announce to break the silence. He looks up from the menu, his emerald eyes glimmering as his eyebrows raises up.

"I've been delaying it for quite a while and it's nearly a month and a half since she's last been in contact and I think it's time. I need to see her."

Jay places his hand over mine and squeezes it. "I'm here. If you want me to come, I will."

"Thank you." I breathe out in relief. "Thank you."

Friday arrives sooner than expected. I patiently wait for the bell to go off so that I can head to my friends and grab some lunch because I'm so hungry that my stomach sometimes growls loudly during class. Rose sat besides me and smirks when it goes off again, I only send a scowl back in reply to which she snickers at.

"And this is for homework." The teacher says, handing out A4 paper.

I spy Daniel sitting at the front, murmuring to Amerialle and her giggling, whispering things back to him. I heard that over the few weeks after his arrival back, he became star quarterback and has a flock of girls chasing after him with Amerialle being one of them. Rose frowns when she notices my smirk but then follows my gaze and forms her lips into an 'o' shape as she begins to understand what I was thinking about. I sit there very quiet as I begin to think of a way to get rid of Daniel for good when Rose nudges me, making me look at her with a sharp glare.

"What?" I hiss.

"I got some dirt for you about Daniel." She whispers back quietly, carefully as she does not want to be caught by the teacher. I narrow my eyes. She smirks. "He's been sleeping with his Maths teacher. I overheard him bragging to his friend in the locker room as I left gym a few days back."

Soon the bell goes and I pack my things, eyes still on my prey, then I leave the classroom with Rose. She shrugs and mouths to me that she'll meet me in the canteen while I head down the other direction, towards the doors that lead to the field and not the courtyard. There I find the man I am looking for, surrounded by girls as they swoon at him and greedily take his his naked chest. Rolling my eyes, I laugh at how much he is a fuck boy and pray that his future girlfriend can handle him.

"Hey, baby." Blake purrs to three brunette, smirking as he flexes his muscles in front of her.

They squeal and send flirtatious looks back, all over them looking like the same basic bimbo they really are, no wonder he takes a liking to Amerialle, she's nothing like them when she's with him but with others guys, my girl isn't loyal at all and no doubt that Blake will be annoyed because I heard that they made a bet with each other. Amerialle said that she's nothing like Blake and made a deal that she can stay away from other guys and if she succeeds, Blake will give up the player ways for her. It's sad how she failed to keep her end of the deal.

"Girls!" I snap, breaking them from the charms of Blake. They look at me, alarmed. "Disappear."

No later, they scatter away from us, murmuring explicits under their breath and sending me annoyed looks because I ruined their fun time with Blake.

"Aw, man." Blake pouts and I roll  eyes, making my way towards him. "What now? I was enjoying my last few days of being a player."

"Well, it's nice to see you too, Blake." I say sarcastically and he sticks his tongue out but still pulls me into a hug.

When we break away, he slips his shirt back on. "So what's needed?"

"Daniel." I answer and he tenses, narrowing his eyes as his lips curl in disgusts, pure hatred swarming his eyes savagely. "I want him to pay. I allowed him to have his moments of freedom and he seems to be getting too comfortable, forgetting that it will soon be ripped away from him. I heard that he's sleeping with his Maths teacher, use that as a reason to get rid of that pest."

"So you are saying that you want me to get revenge. How will that benefit me, Paris?"

"Amerialle is fucking around with him." I state, a smirk forming as Blake gapes at me like a dead fish, his eyes wide like saucer, pure emotions glinting through them quickly as if he can't decided how he's feeling.

"SHE'S FUCKING HIM!"

I shrug, not bothered about her too much and her whorish ways. To be honest, I'm not surprised, she did cheat on her boyfriend with Blake. "So then?"

Blake runs his fingers through his hair and sighs quite sorrowful that I almost feel bad but then I realise my feelings are somewhat still void in certain matters, and this is one of them.

"I guess."

I send him a malicious smirk, passing him a slip of paper with the numbers of all the people I know that can ruin Daniel. Like I said before, don't mess with the Queen, you just punished badly.

"Do anything. Do everything, you can. Capisce?"

Blake frowns. "You're not even Italian." He scoffs and I laugh, walking away.

But Blake does keep his promise because by the end of that Friday, Daniel's friends left him, Amerialle dumps like the slut she is and tries to go back to Blake (who just scoffs and grabs the nearest girl next to him then kisses the daylight out of her) and he was kicked off the team and out of school.

As Quinn drives us over to her house, she sends me a calculated look when she notices a happy yet evil smile on my face. "I heard Daniel left town for good and Miss Cardwell left."

I chuckled quietly. "Don't mess with a bitch. Especially the Queen Bitch."

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Well, this chapter isn't that good but I tried.

What do you think all four tasks are? If you've been reading carefully I pretty sure you can pick out the other two or maybe three even.

What countries have you guys been?

LMB