It was hard to live with three other guys - especially JJ Maybank - but you managed. Kie, the only other girl in your little circle of friends, had made it pretty clear she didn't care who she got with - but she was a Kook. Rich, snotty by definition. You... mostly weren't interested. Pope and John B were cool with what you'd said. They loved you purely platonically, like good mates, but...

JJ.

Once he was told he couldn't have something, he wanted it even more. The guy would sleep with about two girls a week, and he still hung off your shoulder, practically begging you to give him a chance.

You woke up in a haze one morning after a long night at the Chateau on a sofa just inside of the run-down place's door. As you staggered into the kitchen, you heard footsteps behind you, then the all-too-familiar sound of JJ's hoarse morning voice -

'Hey, princess...'