Chapter 1

We landed heavily in front of a large house in the middle of no where on a beach. Here the sun was shinning bright, but I could have passed out on our way here, and it could just be the next day.

To be honest the flying made me want to throw up, pass out, and shit myself all at the same time.

I landed shakily on my feet and pulled away from Blue, trying to regulate my breathing.

"Can I get a heads up before you defy physics!?" I hissed at him on my knees trying to take deep breaths.

"And miss that scream of shock and surprise? No." he dead panned giving me a hard look.

He dropped Henry onto the ground with an annoyed shrug and nudged him on his back with his foot, "He should wake up soon. Hopefully" Blue said.

I rolled my eyes at his petty jealousy, I mean men were so stupid, it was obvious that I liked him, why he felt even slightly threatened was beyond-

The front door of the house burst open and a tumble of people fell out in a rush.

One person was able to stay on their feet before launching themselves into the air on Blue. My eyes only caught the beautiful shine of blond hair, and model body.

She wrapped her legs around Blake's torso, before pulling him in for a soul shattering kiss.

WTF.

Fuck petty jealousy, I wanted to shave her hair, poke her in the eyes, and then crush her body with a building.

I was murderous as I looked at this lying dumbass in front of me battle his lips against the beautiful whore.

Murderous.

I looked down in my fury haze and immediately tensed at the small shots of electricity shooting through my fingers.

I clenched my hands into fist, trying to think of a great way I can sucker punch him in the balls while she's in his arms when I was tackled into a bone crushing hug.

I was shocked and almost knocked over, hanging on for dear life.

"Katrina" Corey's voice cracked as he crushed me in his arms.

I was beyond shocked at the emotion in his voice, he seemed so relieved but in pain when he uttered my name.

Did I want to stick his dick in an electrical socket?

Yes.

But this man had been my best friend for years, and years, and eventually I was going to sucker punch the shit out of him, but right now I had on some small level in the back of my mind missed my friend.

I sighed in annoyance before wrapping my arms around him as well.

He tensed in a small shock before immediately relaxing holding me tighter.

"I missed you" he voice breathed out.

I rolled my eyes swallowing down my anger, "I missed you too" I muttered back, my face in his chest.

"I'm so sorry Katrina, you have no idea how many times I wanted to tell you, how much I've been dying to tell you. But I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember" he quickly blurted out.

I tried not to be utterly disgusted, and look at it from a different aspect. I did love him, but as my friend. My best friend, and it hurt that he had been lying to me all these years.

"Corey-" I started.

"I know you don't love me the way I love you, and maybe you never will. But if you gave me the chance, Katrina, I swear you'd never be alone, unloved, un-cherished, another day in your life" he breathed looking at me.

I was deadly uncomfortable, literally was begging for the ground to swallow me up and end my misery. I opened my mouth, about to wing the hell out of this 'It's me not you' speech when he cut me off again.

"I know you don't feel the same right now, and thats okay, but do you think you could- maybe-"

I grabbed him tighter, "I love you too, Corey" I whispered to him.

His whole body relaxed, even though I knew I shouldn't have said that. Tagged him along, but he practically begging me to, and on some level I did love him.

Just not the love he craved from me.

I pulled away after his awkwardly long hug and turned to see Blue now shoving his tongue down Ana's throat.

My body buzzed with anger and I wanted to watch blood spill from Ana's face like a river, but I just couldn't muster up the strength to care.

I wanted him to be here for me, and would it always be like this? Two steps forward, 99 steps back? I gave PonyBoy and Klaus a quick hug, not making eye contact with them.

I patted Aria on the shoulder while she gave me a sorry smile. She felt bad for me, bad that I was in love with someone ... I cared for someone who would never truly be there for me.

And I had let myself be brought back here.

Maybe taking those elements out wasn't a great idea. Maybe I'd just hurt myself more in the long run.

I could feel the tears rushing, the pain hitting me full force.

I bolted into the house and made a quick turn about to head towards the stairs and lock myself in a room.

Not before my eyes came in contact with a long clear bottom filled to the brim with a clear liquid. A clear liquid that I knew would make me forget this pain, even if only for a few second, I would forget.

Without second thought I snatched the bottle and rushed upstairs, slamming a door behind me.

I definitely needed to forget.

Blue's POV

God damnit! Damn it all to fucking hell.

After I had seen Katrina rush into the house I had catapulted Ana into a wall for even touching me.

She got what she wanted, she wanted to hurt Katrina, and at first I was refusing to allow this happen till I heard her utter those soul crushing, ball cracking words, 'I love you too'.

She was mine, I was suppose to be who she loved. In all honesty my first thought was to snap Corey's neck, then ask her if she still loved him.

But I decided to release my anger into a different outlet, Ana. Mistake number fucking one.

How come she practically runs into the house crying when I make out with her, but I'm suppose to be calm and fucking dandy when she tells some nerdy ass wipe that she loves him?

The second I saw tears cloud her eyes, I realized that that it exactly what I should have done.

Taken it in the balls like a man, instead of kissing Ana.

Katrina with tears in her eyes was heart shattering, it truly felt like being kicked directly in the chest. It hurt me so much that I had caused her any sort of emotional pain, physical pain was fine, but those tears of heart break was like a kick to the face.

I had immediately moved to go after her when Klaus stepped into my way, demanding that I leave her alone, wasn't she in enough pain, and all other types of bullshit.

I was suppose to make sure she was okay, but that tug of pain from her told me that she wasn't and it was throwing me off.

I'd been pacing in the living room for the past 30 minuets wondering when she would come downstairs.

I wanted her to yell at me, hit me, slap me, hell even strike me with my own power. Anything would have been better than knowing she was so utterly broken by my betrayal.

And yea I felt great that she was so hurt by me, and that she cared that much. Practically in love with me, but can't admit it to herself.

This is ridiculous, I turned and started up the stair case immediately identifying the room she was in, I quickly pushed open the door and was stunned shit-less at the sight in front of me.

There in nothing but her pants and bra with her crazy hair sticking in every which direction was Katrina. That wasn't what caused the lights to flicker from my anger, no. It was the bottle of alcohol that she had clenched in her hand.

Her unfocused eyes shot up to me in surprise, before a sloppy grin graced her face.

She was hammered.

My hand squeezed unbearably tight onto the door handle.

Her eyes narrowed before she murmured something to herself and then glared at me, "Oh look who showed up! Are you done screwing your wife on the lawn? Is it my turn yet?!" she giggled chuckling her head back making it collide with the bottom of the bed.

She winced in pain bringing her head back to face me.

"Katrina, are you fucking serious?" I growled at her, I could feel myself slipping into an unbelievable rage, and this idiot who sat drunk in front of me.

She cackled like a toddler, "NO! I'm Katrina! Fucking Serious is my cousin" she finished before shakily standing up and lifting the bottle to her lips.

I was in front of her in a flash snatching it from her hands, "Jokes on you, Flashlight! I drank it all" she cackled again.

My hand crushed the bottle, as my eyes flashed at her.

Hers widened before she snatched my head into her hands and brought her face impossibly closer to mine, "When you do that ... I see someone" she muttered confused.

Before a goofy smile took over her face and she snatched my mask off, "Blake! I missed you!" she laughed completely off kilter.

Don't snap her neck.

"Katrina do you want to explain why you've decided to get piss drunk?" I growled at her, "Especially at a time like this?!" I bellowed.

Her eyes widened in surprise then happiness, she shook her head fast, "Nope!" she exclaimed.

Then her eyes left mine and slowly slid down my body, her hand following as they skim over my chest heading lower, and lower, and low- No.

I step away from her making her jut her lower lip out and pout. "I wanna touch" she whines.

I clench my jaw in restraint, she just had to be a slutty drunk, just had to be, "If you touch, I tap, and if I tap, you'll be pissed in the morning, so get up we are going to get you some coffee" I said.

She looked confused before pouting some more, "Nooo, I want you" she wailed throwing herself back on the bed.

Someone pray for me.

I stalked up to the bed ready to pull her off, when she quickly grabbed my arm and yanked me harshly on top of her. My eyebrow quirked as I looked down at her.

She snickered, "I think I took your power again" she giggled.

"No shit, lets go. Get up" I said trying to pull away from her.

She quickly wrapped her legs around me waist, making me swallow down terrible explicit thoughts. "No I just want to stay here with you" she whispered trying to pull me closer.

"N-" she quickly pecked me on the lips before I could finish.

She smirked at me, "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me" I muttered pushing myself into a sitting position which in turn caused her to straddle my lap.

Again, places we were touching making me think bad things.

"Its not fair!" she pouted her face buried in my neck, as she sniffed me like a fucking weirdo.

"Whats not fair?" I replied dully trying to keep it together as she ventured into kissing my neck, and then licking it.

Why am I being tested? And in a skin tight suit?

"Everyone else gets to taste you, but me!" she whispered dragging her lips down my jaw.

I clenched my fist and tried to take a deep breath, she is drunk. Very drunk.

"And God, I just want to taste you too" she whispered again, her voice deep in lust.

Very, very, very drunk.

Her hands reached for the back of my suit, quickly undoing the clip and yanking it off my shoulder and down my chest till it pooled right on my waist.

Control was never really my strong suit.

"And you look like a God, I-I just want to-"

I lost control, I flipped her on her back and devoured her lips, laying my claim.

She moaned as I pushed my hard on into her, showing her just how much I wanted this, wanted her. Her hands clawed down my back as she yanked me closer to her body, leaving no room or space in between us.

I quickly shredded her bra leaving her bare in front of me. I pulled away to see just how beautiful she was, and was she. Every curve, line, and shape of her was beautiful, she was gorgeous, breath taking.

As she laid there in front of me, half naked, exposing herself- something she'd never done before, I realized how truly lucky I was.

She shone, her hair a mess, bruises skittering her body, cuts as well, she shone like a sun. I may be able to start a spark, but she was the brightest thing I'd ever seen, and she was mine.

Nothing and no one would ever take her from me, she was solely mine.

"What?" she asked looking at me slightly self conscious since I'd just been staring at her.

"You're so fucking beautiful" I told her.

She gave me a heart dazzlingly smile, "I know" she quickly replied, causing me to let out a rumble of laughter.

"What the hell am I going to do with you?" I asked her.

"Well, you could just do me, and we could figure that out later" she said before flipping me onto my back as she straddled me.

I smirked, "Excited?" I asked.

She ground herself against me, my hands immediately clamping down on her waist as she moaned loudly.

From there it was animalistic as she recaptured my lips, biting and tasting one another. My hands raced for her shorts which I accidentally on purpose, ripped to shreds, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

I flipped us back again, taking control of the situation as I dipped my hands into her underwear, coming to her core, "God your so wet" I groaned, while she arched herself trying to get friction from my fingers.

I plunged two into her, loving the way she screamed my name in pleasure, while rocking her hips against my hand.

I continued as I seared kissed down her neck to her chest, her body still arching against mine, pressing us completely against each other.

Her hands gripped my shoulders deadly tight as she continued letting out delicious mixtures of my name and moans.

Somewhere between my kisses and her cries of pleasure she slipped her hand into the bottom of my suit, her hand making contact with my hard on.

I moaned into her neck, taking a bite under her jaw.

Her hand started to slowly move back and forth along me, giving me unimaginable pleasure. I could feel my eyes glow as she got faster and faster.

"Fuck Katrina" I groaned into her sweet skin as she continued.

It was an overload of senses, her moans mixing with mine, our pleasures coming at the same time, it was when our hands finally found one another, (the ones that weren't occupied) just as we both shouted each others names out, did the spark from our connecting hands shoot out causing a flutter of dozens of bolts to strike across the room at the same time.

We both froze, our slick bodies on one another, our eyes connected.

And in that moment where her underwear were practically in scraps, her hand down my pants, both of our sweaty bodies laid on one another that she turned and projectile vomited straight onto the floor of my multimillion dollar mansion.

And even as she shoved me off of her and bolted for the bathroom, I loved her.

Fuck me.