'Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you...'

'Dirty little secret, can't we keep it in the dark?'

I've been loving him to pass the time, he gives me head while i've been losing mine.

It felt like a terrible dream. You hooked up once with Rafe Cameron, your enemy. Then again...Then again... Neither of you ever meant for it to get this far.

He would never let you stay the night. He would call you a car, he would drive you back to the Chateau on your motorcycle.

Maybe it was a form of discipline for himself, for him to remember that you were John B's sister. A pogue. He was a kook. He was pyschotic on so many levels, and you cursed at yourself every time you ran back to him when he would mess it up. It wasn't going to work. Well, that's what he would say every time you complained. So you gave up complaining eventually.

This was right after one of those nights. He was sprawled out onto the bed, his head leaning against the bed frame as he texted his friends. You were busy looking for your clothes that you discarded on his large bedroom floor.