Well, it's safe to say I am well and truly screwed.     Closing my eyes, I turned over on to my side, trying to block out the horrible situation I seemed to have gotten myself into.     But even with my eyes closed, I could still see her. Her unmistakable scent and the sound of her shallow breathing were too busy invading my senses for me to forget her. I opened my eyes slowly and gasped as they met hers, oh , I automatically rubbed them to ensure I wasn't seeing things yet she was still there.     "Hey," she said, bringing a hand up to to stifle a yawn.     I caught Jennie's lips in another harsh kiss, tugging at and ripping the buttons on the brunette's shirt and letting the article of clothing drop to the floor along with the others.     Oh , it was all coming back to me now.     Long, meticulous, fingers used to the keyboard of a laptop, or a notebook and pen, laced into fair locks and brought our lips together again.     My brain stuttered for a moment and my eyes darted in every direction but hers.     Half-strangled gasps and the slide and slap of skin, I'd never heard a soundtrack so meaningful. Jennie moaned, adding to the music of the night. I smothered the moan with my mouth, kissing and touching her everywhere. Too hot hands smoothed up my back, holding us tighter together.     Jennie smiled at the shock on my face. "How'd you sleep?" she lifted her hand to my face, letting the blanket covering her fall down her front and softly touched my cheek.     DO NOT LOOK DOWN, Y/N.     KEEP YOUR EYES FRONT AND CENTER.     YO IS IN ENOUGH TROUBLE.     "Good." Really? I internally scolded myself. Is that all you can say?     "Me too," she replied. The left side of her faint red lip tugged upwards creating a y smirk on her god-like face; casting a spell of lust to pulse through my core.     "So..." I started, not sure what to say. Unfortunately, they don't teach you how to deal with these kinds of situations at school. It'd be awesome if they did though because what am I meant to do? Ask her if the weather is good today?     "Y/N?" Jennie whispered, curling her warm body around mine. I tried to pull away, but she just held on tighter. "You feeling ok?" She pushed my hair back and placed the back of her hand on my forehead. "You don't have a fever."     "I'm fine," I mumbled, rolling onto my back. I laid my arm over my head and covered my eyes.     Holy this is harder than I thought.     "What's wrong, Y/N?" Jennie asked, pulling my arm off my eyes and linked our fingers together. "Baby?"     "Don't," I said, pulling my hand away. When Jennie tried to touch me again I flinched and jerked backwards.     "Y/N!" Jennie exclaimed. "What did I do? Are you mad at me?"     "No, Jen." I sighed. "Far from it. You should be mad at me, you should hate me."     "What?" Jennie asked out of confusion. "Why?"     "I hurt you, Jennie. I haven't had the chance to apologise for that because it's the last thing I'd ever want to do. We haven't even had a proper conversation in a week." I sighed again, shaking my head as I sat up. "I should go."     "So you're going to run away instead of facing your problems like an adult?" She asked blankly.     I ignored her, getting off the bed and moving to collect my clothes. I did not want to have this conversation right now. Acknowledging what had done would only make me feel worse. I ed up with Jennie and Lisa a