"Oh my gosh." I yell. "Oh my fucking gosh."

"What the hell did you do this time, Anna?" demands Jake.

"Nothing. I freaking swear scouts honor and and all that good shit."

Jake looks at me disbelieveingly. I look at the boy's body. "Okay... I mighta broke his heart?"

"We've talked about this."

"I know." I say, only half sorry. Well, acting like it. I really do feel for the kid, which I guess I have to do now, seeing as he's dead.

"Clean up your act, Anna." says Jake, pacing in front of me. He's really hot. And... Well, I don't really know what he is to me. He rubs his face.

"What? I didn't even kill him."

"He killed him himself, yes." I smirk triumphiantly. "But, he only felt the need to because of something that you did."

"It wasn't even my fault. And anyways, I thought everyone around here knew of my rep."

"They do, but you should know of all people, that no one can resist you, except sometimes me."

"Sometimes?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Seriously, look at yourself." he says, I look into the mirror across from his bed, and I'm wearing jeans ripped at the knees, and tank top, with a plaid flannel shirt tied around my waist and a leather jacket on. With combat boots.

"What?" I ask.

"You're freaking beautiful."

"Oh. That... Yeah, you're kind of late."

He rolls his eyes and come and lays down on his bed. "Just, try not to kill anyone else."

"Hey!" I shout in protest as he pulls me down to the bed with him.

He just chuckles and smiles. I roll my eyes, but lay with him.

I scrunch my nose as I wake up, as I'm in the bed by myself. I wander out of it wearing Jake's shirt. He's in the kitchen. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his toned stomach, and set my chin on his left shoulder.

"Watchya doin'?" I ask, looking past his shoulder and to his laptop screen. He just sighs and kisses me on the cheek. "How 'bout I make you breakfast?"

He say nothing, just smiles childishly. I'm a wonderful cook. I go over to his fridge, and open it. I'm appalled by the lack of food. "Why is there no food in here?" I ask him.

"That's your job." he says.

"My job it is." I mumble and grab my keys. I'm about to head out of the door when Jake calls to me.

"Yeah?"

"Put some pants on." I look down, and I'm still just in his shirt.

"Of course." I walk back to his bedroom and grab my jeans out of the bathroom. I pull them on.

I walk back out. "I'll be back." He just nods his head. I head out of the door and down to the supermarket down the street.

I grab eggs, bacon, and waffles. His favorite meal. I think it'll help. I grab some whipped cream and strawberries. And syrup. I also grab hash browns. I go to check-out, pay for it and am eventually back to the college dormitories. i walk up the stairs to Jake's room. Boy gawk as usual. I had that problem at the check-out counter. I walk into the penthouse.

"Hey, I'm going to cook your favorite meal."

He pulls me to him, and buries his head into my collarbone. "You're wonderful." he says. I just hold his head.

"Okay, go cook." he says and I do.