Friday Evening,

Orlando General Hospital

Orlando, FL

I Would Do Anything For You - Part 1

"the best relationships--friendship and otherwise--tend to be those where you *can* say anything to the other person but you don't say *everything*, yet you'd do anything for that person."

Nothing could prepare us for this. How could I come back to this...this catastrophe? I thought, I thought this was over. Well, I at least thought I could deal with being around her, but here I am, again, at her side like the pathetic loser I am. I don't want to understand this hold she has on me, because she's done absolutely nothing. It's just...It's the little things that get me. Like her cute smile, annoying nail habit or even the way she drags my name in her screeching whining voice to get her way.

You'd think I could simply walk away from all that but I can't. I've only been back for a few hours and look at where I am. I'm in a fucking hospital, sitting bedside, as I watch Zara's sleeping or rather unconscious form dressed in one of those hideous hospital gowns. She looks so peaceful though. Her chest is slowly moving up and down as she takes in air and exhales ever so softly. Her dark curls are sprawled out over the pillow and her soft velvet like lips twitch every once in a while. I wish she'd open her eyes so I could be graced with her bright hazel orbs. I only saw them a few hours ago and already I'm fucking missing them.

Damn it! How the fuck did I get here...again?! Did my break away from all civilization not work? Because I feel like fucking screaming through frustration and I'm not even sure why anymore...

Flashback...

"Answer me. Did you feel anything at all? It wasn't just sex berry. It meant a whole lot more to me." I explain, calming down a bit.

"Justin..."

"Answer me Damn it! I need to know!"

"Fine! You want to know what it was? It was just sex Justin! It meant nothing! Nothing! I was upset; I was angry because of what happened between me and Jeremy. I used you as a release ok? I used you because you were available and I was furious at my boyfriend. He's still my boyfriend Justin! Or did you forget that. You shouldn't talk when you have Mallory. I don't see you breaking up with her. God! You are so frustrating! I felt nothing ok? Happy now? And I don't love you either...so get over yourself." Zara spits out and instantly covers her mouth with her hand as her eyes grow wide with shock over her ranting.

End Flashback...

Ok, screw everything I just said. I know exactly why I'm here and why I feel the way I feel. Zara did this to me. She fucked me over and as much as I'm sure she's aware of it, she still has no idea how her words will haunt me forever. But you know what? I'm pretty sure I've scarred her with my words as well. I guess we do compliment each other...in some very terrible ways might I add. Do I hate her for it? No, because I should have known better than to get involved with an employee. In a way, I blame myself for all this. When I think back on everything berry and I have been through, I'm the one who pursued her. I'm the one who started most of the arguments and I'm the one who was the inconsiderate jerk of a boss. Damn...

Have I learnt my lesson? I'm not so sure I have. I do feel different though. The way I think and view things are different from the person I was just a few months ago. Shit, a few months ago, I wouldn't give a flying fuck. I didn't even know her name then. I was on my own shit, living my life with no real cares in the world except my responsibility to my business. Now, I'm sitting in a fucking room that smells like death, wishing...praying for Jahzara to just open her eyes. I just need her to grant me that one peek into her soul just one more time. One more time before I let this all go. I can't keep doing this to myself, to her, to us.

She's not going to leave Jeremy for me. He obviously has something I don't. He, he's a fucking asshole! I wish he'd just drop dead or something, as horrible as it sounds right now. He's keeping Zara from me. I don't know how much more of this shit I can take.

Ah, then there's Mallory. I guess the jackass side of me is still alive and well. If she still considers us a ‘couple' after I disappeared with no warning, then she's the biggest idiot on earth. No loyal, trustworthy boyfriend would up and vanish, leaving his so called girlfriend in the dark and completely confused as to his whereabouts. And you know what? I can't avoid her forever. She still works for me. Shit, I'm not looking forward to the confrontation I know we'll be having sooner or later. It's going to be ugly. I know it's going to be ugly.

But why am I even worrying about this pointless shit? I'm in the fucking hospital. Wait, let me repeat that...the fucking hospital! This is a place where people die constantly. People are maybe dying now as we speak...taking their last breath, and I'm here being a selfish, inconsiderate bastard yet again. I need to focus on the main issue at hand. I have to. Malcolm needs his sister. He needs Jahzara.

Why won't she fucking wake up! The doctor said she just fainted from the shock or trauma or whatever. She should be up by now.

Turning my head to the door of the hospital room, I notice Trace slide in silently as the hallway lights filter through the partially dark room.

Making his way over, he scans Zara then locks eyes with me.

"How is he?" I ask, noting the depression on my best friend's face.

"Still in surgery. Should be out soon. He's going to need that blood transfusion. Zara needs to wake up. The doctor said they can't take blood without her consent." Trace explains, taking a seat next to me. "How is she doing?"

Rubbing at my beard...yes it's a full grown beard now, I sigh in thought. I honestly need to shave. I've turned into a wilderness man or something.

"You need to shave that thing." Trace snickers.

"You read my mind." I chuckle lightly.

"So how is she? How's my Zar-bear really?" He inquires yet again when I don't answer. Suddenly, something dawns on me. Diverting my full attention to Trace, I study his body language and expressions intently. He seems different. The way he's looking at her and the concern in his voice seems almost like...

"Did I miss something between you two?" I enquire curiously.

"Well, since you went m.i.a on us, Zara and I have become really close. I feel like she's my baby sister now and I have to protect her. I can only imagine how Malcolm feels towards her." Trace explains and I nod in understanding still studying him.

He loves her. I can tell. Not in the way I love her of course because well, that would be something totally fucked up. But, I can see it in his eyes. Zara has grown on Trace. He's not going to let her go anywhere. He's rarely ever taken a liking to women I've been interested in. He always felt his friendship was enough for them because they'd never be around long enough for him to consider them family or like blood. But with Zara, I think...no, I know, he truly does consider her one of his own.

"T..."

"Yeah?" he replies, ripping his eyes off Zara to gaze at me.

"What's been going on with her since I've been gone?"

"What do you mean J?" Trace shifts in his seat and the signals in my brain go off. He knows something. That little...he knows something. I've known Trace long enough to pick up on when he's keeping shit from me.

"You're not going to tell me are you?" I instantly change the topic, diving into the obvious.

"I'd rather she told you herself." He replies, not denying that there is something going on that I'm unaware of. Great...just fucking great. Now, I know it's bad if Trace is taking for Zara and not dishing whatever dirt he has on her. God, I hope it's not something like she and Jeremy eloped or some shit. I'd kill them both if that were the case. Or if, or if she was pregnant...heaven forbid. I'd have a stroke for sure. Ok, Justin...calm down. Whatever it is, I need to be positive.

Before I can get a chance to respond to Trace with a smart comment, the familiar sound of Zara's moans fill my ears.

Shit, I can still recall the night we made love in my pool and then my bedroom for hours on end. Sure, her moans were of pleasure and not pain like they seem to be now, but damn it...I just, I want that opportunity to make her moan again.

I just, I want to feel her again. I want our skin to skin contact again and I want to...I want to be able to see the way she'd bite her bottom lip softly every time I'd slide into her, filling her up just right. She had the sexiest whimper I've ever heard. Every time I entered her, just when I'd slide halfway in and then stop, pausing to take in the feel of it all...she'd shudder, biting her lips, then whimper.

I want her so fucking bad. I can't keep torturing myself though. I just...

"Justin?"

I swear, heaven never sounded so sweet.

Both Trace and I zoom in on Zara's now conscious form. She's looking at the both of us a bit perplexed but, that doesn't prevent a smile from adorning her beautiful face.

"Hey berry, how are you feeling?" I ask, leaning forward to take her small hand in mine. Skimming the back of her hand, I shift a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"I'll get the Doc." Trace says with a large smile, before he disappears out of the room.

"I, I feel ok I guess. Wait, what's going on? Am I in the hospital? What happened?" She suddenly begins to panic trying to seat up but, I hold her down.

"Shhh...It's ok. Relax. Panicking is what got you here in the first place." I explain.

"What? What are you..." And just like that she trails off as I see tears rapidly forming in her eyes. Ok, I'm guessing she remembers now. "Malcolm." She whispers, too weak to really do anything else.

"He, he's fine." I lie. I honestly have no idea how he's doing. No one has informed us of much at this point.

"Oh my god my Malky. My poor Malky. He, he was shot. He was shot Justin. Why are people so heartless? He, he was just doing his job protecting. He's so good at that. He's so good at protecting people...especially those he knows and loves. He just...he doesn't deserve any of this." Zara begins to cry and I feel terrible for her and for Malcolm. There really is nothing I can do at this point. I guess I just need to be strong for them. That's going to be fucking difficult with the way I feel towards her right now. But, no pain no gain right?

Yeah I don't believe that shit either...

"Justin?"

Diverting my attention to the door yet again, I notice the Doctor, Trace and Malcolm's partner Drew who Trace and I met earlier, walk in.

Shaking Drew's hand, I stand from my seat so the Doctor can get some room to examine Zara.

Moving over to the door where Trace and Drew are now standing, endless thoughts begin circulating through my brain. What the hell does Trace know about Zara that he won't tell me? I'm going to get it out of him one way or another. I don't care if I have to beat the damn information out of him. He should know better than to keep shit from me...especially shit to do with Zara.

Walking over to us, the Doctor gives us a small smile. She's a short middle aged woman with almost a full head of grey hair. I can still see her brown streaks though. She looks like she's stressed out beyond belief and her blue eyes seem worrisome.

"She'll be fine. She was just a little shaken up. I've gotten her consent to take blood for her brother who should be out of surgery soon, if he's not already. Some nurses are coming in to go along with the procedure, then miss Gilmore can get dressed and wait in the waiting room if she'd like. I'm also going to prescribe some medication to help her sleep if she ever has trouble sleeping, due to this recent experience. Also, I'd like to know, which one of you all are closer to the family? I'd like to have a word in private." The woman explains and I frown.

"Is something wrong?" I question.

"I'm sorry, but I should talk to whoever knows her better or is closer to the family." The Doctor repeats and I groan.

"You can talk to Justin." Trace quickly interjects. Glancing over at Drew, he just shrugs signaling for me to talk to the doc. I know he's closer to Malcolm than Zara. I guess this is Zara related.

"Are you the boyfriend?" The doctor gives me a knowing smile and I can feel my cheeks reddening with embarrassment. I wish I was, but I'm not. And it's driving me nuts.

"Uh well actually..."

"Yeah he is. He just doesn't like to talk about it. You know...the whole celebrity and publicity thing."

There Trace goes again, intercepting. Oh, you can bet I'll be bribing or blackmailing him later.

Nodding in understanding, the doctor ushers me away from the group to the other side of the room.

"Don't worry Mr. Timberlake. Patient relationships and information remain confidential." She begins and I nod in silence.

"Right...now I need to ask you some questions about miss Gilmore I'm hoping you can answer."

"Uh, sure I'll try my best."

What the fuck? Ok, now I'm nervous. Please don't be pregnant. Please don't be...

"Is she usually depressed?"

What?

"Huh?" I ask in bewilderment.

"Does she suffer from depression?" The doctor asks again.

"I...I don't know." But now that the doc mentioned it, I'm definitely going to take that into consideration.

"The reason why I'm asking is, when you all brought her in earlier, we found traces of a drug in her system that is linked to anti-depressants. We also noticed that she hasn't been eating. Her body is starving for nourishment. Now usually, those two are linked. When people are depressed, they either eat a lot or starve themselves. I'm just trying to find out if she's displayed any noticeable symptoms, because these conditions can range from mild to severe. Keep in mind that depressant pills cause people to become dependent on them as well as increase suicidal thoughts and tendencies."

Wow, slow the fuck down. What the hell is happening here?

"Wh...what?" Ok, I'm a little shocked right now. Sure, I've noticed that Zara was losing weight. And yes, since I've been back for all my few glorious hours, she looks at least a size smaller again from when I last saw her, but...but what? "What?" I ask again.

"I know this is shocking. And sometimes, these cases go unnoticed until the person does something drastic. But, I'm just letting you know. You might want to pay some close attention to her, or maybe talk to her. I don't want to put anymore pressure on her right now with her brother's situation. Patients with that problem also tend to shut themselves out and get defensive, so be careful with how you approach her. But, I do suggest you find out what's going on with her. If you need any assistance or advice, you can contact me or return to see me."

Blinking slowly, I'm still having a hard time processing what this doctor is saying to me. She has to be lying. She, she must be working with Aston. Yeah, that's it! I'm getting punked! No, wait, that's stupid. But I wish that were the case though.

"Uh...um...ok?" I shrug a bit as I notice a group of nurses enter the room with hospital equipment in tow.

"Don't worry so much now. We have Malcolm to worry about. The traces of the drug should be out of her system by now; we gave her an injection to clear her blood for the transfusion. Right now, Malcolm is still unconscious. He won't be up anytime soon, and neither Zara nor anyone else will be allowed to visit him for the next few hours because doctors are going to be in and out monitoring his progress. My best suggestion to you is to take her home and make sure she gets some rest. We will contact her if he's made any progress and if the transfusion was a success. She needs to head home and rest and regain her strength. You all can come back first thing tomorrow morning and I'll have a word with you. Just let my nurses draw the blood and then she's free to leave ok?" The doctor pats my shoulder reassuringly then moves over to Zara's bedside before I can even get a chance to respond.

Walking back over to Trace, I furrow my brows in confusion. I'm having a hard time processing what I was just told.

"So, is it bad?" Trace nudges my side and I shake my head.

"Na, the doc just suggested we take her home after this. She doesn't think it's wise for Zara to stay here obsessing over her brother. We'll come back first thing tomorrow." I state to both Trace and Drew obviously withholding the rest of the information.

Drew begins swaying back and forth. He's a big, dark guy but, Malcolm is still bigger. Wow, that thought just brought me back months ago when Zara and I were barely getting along. I can remember thinking Malcolm was a body building wannabe. Drew is definitely giving him some competition there. Chuckling to myself, I notice Trace staring at me strangely.

"You've finally gone coo-coo eh?" Trace smiles slyly. "Laughing to yourself for no damn reason."

"Shut up Juan. It's better than crying." I retort.

"You...you feel like crying? Why?" Trace's eyes grow huge with shock.

"No! Damn it, just...shut the hell up." I snap.

"I'll stay." Drew suddenly belts.

"What?" I ask, turning to face him.

"You all take Zara home. I'll stay here with Malcolm. He's like my brother. I owe it to him." Drew reasons.

"Ok, that's cool I guess." I suggest, crossing my arms over my chest, as all the nurses file out of the room one by one when they've completed their job.

"She's all yours. Don't forget to do what I said Justin." The doctor who's name I can't remember for the life of me, smiles warmly as us, as she clutches her clipboard to her chest, before she exits the room, leaving us alone with Zara.

Lifting my head in Zara's direction, I scan her form until my eyes land on the white bandage on her arm where they must have stuck a needle into her vein. Cringing at the thought, I finally lock eyes with her. She's smiling back at me. I'm guessing while we were standing here waiting, the doctor must have spoken to her, reassuring her brother would be fine. I hope the doc did. Because, I know Zara would put up a hell of a fight if we tried to make her leave.

But, I'm not even focusing on that right now. All I can think of is how peaceful and beautiful she looks right now.

Shit, I'd give an arm and a leg if I got to wake up to her beautiful face every morning. I'm so stupid.

Could our situation get any worse?

"Hey watch it!" Trace yells, and I'm forced to tear my eyes away from berry yet again.

"What is wrong with yo..." Drifting off, I glare quietly at the scene unfolding in front of me.

Ok, our situation just got a whole lot worse.

Trace, I assume, was nearly knocked over when the door was opened, because I know his back was resting against it. He looks pissed off now as he's standing there rubbing his arm in pain.

Ah fuck!

Shit!

Fucking great!

I don't think someone upstairs likes me very much.

"Oh my god! Zara, baby!"

I hate that voice. I've grown to despise it. I can already feel my anger rising from the pit of my stomach. I'm going to get some serious swings in if I don't leave this fucking room.

"J...Jeremy?" Zara chokes out, darting her eyes between him and me.

Can you believe it? The asshole is even holding a bouquet of roses? What a dumb ass. She's not dying you idiot and, and it's not like she's bed-ridden. Ok, calm down Justin. Calm the fuck down....and shit.

To hell with it...

"What are you doing here?" Zara inquires, moving away when Jeremy seats next to her, trying to steal a kiss.

That's my girl.

"I got a call from your office telling me you passed out and Malcolm got shot? What's going on babe?" Jeremy follows Zara's stare, turning around to face me. "Oh, Justin. I didn't even see you there..." He states coldly. "Well, thanks for watching over her, but I'm here now, so you guys can leave."

That son of a bitch. He better not test me if he wants to keep Zara...he just...he better not.

"Listen you..."

"Ah, it's cool man. We were just heading out." Trace pulls me to the exit but, I protest by yanking my hand away.

"What? No!" I exclaim. "We promised we'd take her home."

"It's ok Ju. Jeremy can take me...he's here now." Zara pleads.

Oh, she's begging me. She's begging me with her eyes not to start a commotion. And you know what? Just out of respect for her brother, I'll keep my cool...for now. But I want so badly to tell her about my confrontation with Jeremy. I just...I'm not all cruel. I'm not a monster. If I tell her, I'd be just that. This is, complicated. It's fucking...

I feel like I'm living in a soap opera.

"You're serious right now?" I ask her incredulously. What happened to her ‘I've missed you so much Ju' speech, before she passed out? Was it just me? Was I imagining things?

Bowing her head, Zara begins to play with her nails. Oh, I know that habit. I'm wondering if Jeremy knows it. I don't think he pays as much attention to her as I do. She doesn't want me to go. She's nervous, and unsure of herself. I know she wants me here. She wants me to stay. I can fucking see it in her eyes. She's like an open book right now. I wish she'd just say it. All she has to do is say it and all this could be over...

"Zara?" I question, glancing over at Drew and Trace who are both silent. I'm thinking they've picked up on the awkwardness of this situation.

I didn't come back for this.

I didn't come back to have to deal with this bullshit again.

"She'll be fine Justin. Would you all please leave so Zara and I can get some time alone?" Jeremy rudely requests.

But I'm still waiting for Zara to say it. I won't leave unless she wants me to...unless she tells me to.

"B..." I begin but instantly catch my tongue. She doesn't need any lip from her precious Jer if I call her by her nickname. I swear on this green earth, I'll squeeze the life out of him if he ever lays a finger on her again.

"She's fine!" Jeremy enforces. "Just leave!"

"No!" Zara suddenly bursts. "You know what? I think...I think I'd like Justin to take me home Jer."

"What?" Everyone, including Drew says in unison. Alright, now I know, either I'm dreaming, or Ashton is just waiting behind a corner, ready to jump out and tell me the past few months of my life have been an entire joke and none of it was real. If he did, I'd shake his hand then kill him. I'm just twisted like that.

"You can't be serious." Jeremy snaps, clenching his fists together.

Oh he better watch himself.

I'm praying right now for him to give me a reason to go ‘ape-shit' on his ass.

"Listen Jer, whether you like it or not, Justin and I are still friends. Now, I haven't seen him for over a month and Trace will be there. They are just going to take me home then leave so that's no reason to act up ok? I'll be fine and I love that you came to see me and brought me flowers. I really do. But I think I'd like to catch up with my friends for a bit. Besides they were there when I found out about Malcolm. I really need them right now." Zara explains and I can't help the smile that's on my face right now.

Groaning, Jeremy suddenly stands. "This is some bullshit Zara..."

"Jer..."

"No! It's cool. Go ahead and be with your superstar. You know where to find me if you need me."

"Come on Jeremy."

"Just forget it Zara! I don't even want to talk about this now. Your brother is fighting for his life. This is trivial bullshit that can easily be settled at a later date. I'm out." And just like that, Jeremy storms past us, swinging the door open, and then slamming it shut behind him. Well that was easy...too easy. Something doesn't seem right to me with his reaction, but who cares. I just can't believe Zara took my side for a change. Maybe there's hope? Even if it's a slight bit I'll take it.

"Wow." I whisper, still grinning like an idiot.

"Wow is right." Trace finally speaks up, walking over to give Zara a hug. Pulling away, he touches her hand lightly before he pats my back, then heads out of the room with Drew close behind.

"I'm sorry. I just. I need to know you don't hate me, or you're not mad at me. I need, I want us to be on good terms again. I'm so sorry with everything that's happened and everything I've said. I need to know you forgive me." Zara gives me a weak smile as she says this.

"Well, it's a start, but we have a long way to go to be at least good friends." I reason and she nods in understanding. Reclaiming my seat at her side, I scan her face quickly. She really does look kind of sick. I really hope the doctor is wrong with what she told me. If she's right, I know Zara won't take kindly to me butting into her personal affairs.

"I'm willing to give our friendship a try Ju."

"So am I" I smile back at her. Are you shitting me? Friends? Screw that. I'm way past that. She just needs to kick that asshole of a boyfriend to the curb.

"Listen, since we're starting fresh, I need to tell you something..." Zara begins.

"You can tell me anything berry, you know that." I stretch over and grab her hand, urging her to continue.

"Well..."

And we're interrupted yet again.

"Oh my fucking god!" I yell through agitation. "I'm going to put a few people in the morgue tonight, I swear it!" I belt again, hearing Zara giggle. Well, at least she's laughing so, it can't be all bad right?

Soon, I hear the door slam, followed by a loud shriek.

"Jahzara! Oh my god! When I heard the news I, I didn't know what to do! I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Rolling my head to the side, I cautiously take in Yolanda's hysterical form. She's crying and her eyes are blood shot red. Her blond hair is up in a messy ponytail and...

"Are you wearing pajamas?" I chuckle.

"What?" She snaps her head in my direction and by the shock on her face, I'm guessing she's only now noticing me. "Justin! Oh my fucking god!"

That was my sentiment exactly when she stormed in here like gale force winds.

Grinning for her, I shrug. She's just like a teeny-bopper with her outlandish behavior.

"Where have you been?" Yolanda instantly falls into my embrace and I hug her back, releasing a light chortle.

"Good to see you too Yolanda."

"Oh my god I hate you! But I'm glad you're back. It's been crazy without you." She smiles for me, before heading over to Zara.

"Uh, ok then." I state slowly. That girl has a few loose screws.

"I'm so sorry I missed the girls' night. I'll make it up to you I promise." Zara apologizes but Yolanda dismisses her apology with a wave of her hand.

"Girl, I don't care about that. You're in a hospital bed! That's huge. And Malcolm, oh my god! Is he ok?"

And here comes the waterworks. I'm a little worried that Zara isn't doing any of the crying herself. She seems really calm from her earlier composure.

Should I be worried? I'm not positive.

"It's ok Yol. He'll be fine. Everything will be fine. It has to be. We'll be checking up on him." Zara assures her.

"Ok, but I'm going to stay here with you guys."

"Well we were just going to get ready to take Zara home." I voice. "You can come along and hang out with us if you'd like. I'm sure she doesn't want to be alone right now." I suggest.

"Ok. I'm there." Yolanda replies eagerly.

"Great. Well berry, we're going to leave you to get dressed then we'll head out." I stand on my feet and Yolanda follows suit.

"Sure. And thanks for everything Justin." Zara gazes at me with gratitude.

"Think nothing of it. You know I'd do anything for you if I had to..." I explain receiving a strange glare from Yolanda. Should I have not said that in her presence?

"Oh this reminds me! I saw Jeremy leaving when we got in. He seemed pissed." Yolanda adds.

As he should be, that asshole...hold on. Did she say...

"We?" I inquire with a frown.

"Yeah! Mallory is out in the waiting room."

"Are you shitting me?" I ask as my nerves begin to take over. Oh, this is not going to blow over well. I am almost certain she won't be easy to get rid of like Jeremy.

"No, she said she was concerned. Something about coming to see if Zara was dead or alive and well." Yolanda states uncaringly. She has no idea what she just said does she?

Both Zara and I exchange worrisome glares. I think we both know what's about to go down. I won't allow it to happen in the hospital though. Mallory knows better than to ever test my authority.

"I'll handle it." I state firmly.

"Let me know when it's safe to come out?" Zara half-jokes. I've warned her about Mallory. Even I get a little scared of what that woman might be capable of.

Shaking my head, I escort Yolanda out of Zara's room, voicing I'd be back shortly, so we can get Zara checked out and taken home.

Well, this is the story of my life I guess.

But you know what I'm feeling right now, that I haven't felt in a long time?

I'm feeling this sudden urge to actually, genuinely and undoubtedly toss Mallory's skinny ass out one of those windows a few stories higher. She better watch herself, because now, I actually have a reason to do it.

Sorry to say it, but Mallory does nothing for me anymore. She's too skinny. She's like a walking mannequin.

I love my women with a little extra meat if you catch my drift. I think my taste in women is changing and I owe it all to Zara. Besides, I've come to realize that women like her, are thick all over. And when I say all over, I mean all over, including that one private area that's hidden between her legs that I'm literally craving to get a taste of in the near future...I hope. Shit, I have it bad. But I think I just found a whole new meaning to the word Strawberry. I wonder if women name their private areas as much as guys do.

Well, I don't give a fuck either way, ‘cause I'm itching to get me some of berry's chocolate covered strawberry. Oh god, I sound like a lame, horny ass bastard. Zara would probably kill me if she knew what I was thinking right now. But I really don't care. The old Justin is allowed to rare his head every once in a while damn it.

As Yolanda and I continue to walk side by side in silence, I can't help but lick my lips in anticipation. Shit, shit, shit. Justin, think of Malcolm. I need to be focusing my thoughts and prayers on him.

But, I just got back from my isolation for fucks sake!

I'm sorry but now that I've had a taste of the pie, I'm craving more. I fucking need more! Fuck Mallory. Fuck Jeremy! Fuck them all! I'll have her.

Oh, I'm betting my life, I'll have Zara again...right where I want her...underneath me, screaming and moaning my name as I slide in and out of her hot, juicy, succulent...

"Justin! Oh my god it really is you!" Mallory shrieks, snapping me out of my sinful thoughts.

I'm just standing, staring at her in a daze. I notice Trace and Drew hanging around in the waiting room. Trace is avoiding me...as he should, that little sneaky midget.

"Where the hell have you been?" Mallory snarls at me.

Oh great...

Here we go...

Ding, ding, ding.

Smiling evilly at her, I roll my eyes. "Hey Lory, what's say me and you maybe head up to the roof where it's quiet so we can talk like civilized adults? Besides, I heard the view of the city is great up there, especially when you're looking down at all the lights and passing cars..." I suggest, bending my head to the side to stretch my muscles.

"I...I guess." She suddenly quiets down. "That's a good idea." I don't think she was expecting me to be so curt with her.

"Great!" I beam, grabbing her hand and excusing ourselves from the small group as we make our way to the elevators.

"Yeah it's even better when you have a zoomed in view...like you're falling or something." I mutter under my breath as I'm beginning to get irritated with her presence. God, she looks like a slut with the piece of dress she's wearing. I can't believe I found that attractive.

"What? Did you say something Justy?" Mallory eyes me strangely as the doors to the elevators open and we step inside.

Leaning against the metal wall, I shrug, pulling out my cell phone to place it on silent so there are no distractions when we get up there. "Why would you assume that? No, no I didn't say anything." I simply reply, pressing the top floor as I watch the elevator doors silently close.

I'm such a terrible person right now. But, there are no windows where we are going obviously, so, I guess the roof will just have to do.

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