Lust is real. Love is corny. God, did you know you make me so horny? [COMPLETED]

If you're a whore, you're nothing more.

Brookelle's POV.

"Oh, hello Jeremy." I yawned while walking down stairs to the fetch my stomach some food.

 "Morning sunshine."  Jeremy said, showing off his accent as well as his perfectly white teeth. 

"Where's Aiden?"  I asked, honestly curious. 

'Cocoa Puffs or Cinnamon Toast Crunch?'  I debated to myself. 

"He left or something. Mumbled on about some meeting." He said, completely uninterested, clearly being hypnotized by the television.  

"Do you know where he went?" I asked, finally deciding on Cocoa Puffs. 

"Uh. LimeRock Cafe. On 64th."  He replied, still non-chantley. 

"Right." I grumbled to myself. 

I decided on getting ready to find Aiden.

I put my hair up in a messy bun, put on some mascara, pulled on a white V-Neck t-shirt and my hollister, ripped dark jeans with my beige low cut uggs.

"Needa lift?"   Jeremy said, slightly interested for once. 

"No thanks. I'll walk."  I smiled gratefully at him, showing my appreciation. 

I took my time to walk to LimeRock Cafe. I only remember where it was because just last week, Aiden took me here but I never had time to check out the scenery.  It was absolutely beautiful. 

I found myself just about to walk into the cafe, but looking through the glass door's I saw Aiden with some blonde haired, tan bimbo, making the f*ck out. 

I was pissed.

Beyond pissed.

I walked into the cafe with a sudden burst of hate.

How dare he so called 'Make Love' to me, then bring me here for a whole 'Meet the parents' vacation then do this.  

"I know we aren't dating, Aiden. But I thought you would have been more trustworthy then this." I was surprised that my voice didn't crack, I actually composed myself quite well.

"B-Brookelle."  He stuttered, eyes wide. 

"I hope you have fun. I'm going home." I walked away as soon as possible, hoping that he wouldn't do what he always did. Grab my wrist and lift me off my feet.

Once I was outside, I called the only person who was near that I trusted. Jeremy.

"Jeremy? C-Can you pick m-me up from the C-Cafe?"  I asked him, suddenly breaking down between a mix of hiccups and tears.

"I'll be right there." He said, his voice rock hard.

Minutes passed as I waiting for Jeremy.

"Brookelle. Please. Let me explain."  Aiden's voice pleaded behind me. 

I didn't respond. I saw Jeremy's Red Dodge speed up and park beside me.  I hopped in  the truck, not saying one single word nor looking at Aiden at all.  

"Care to explain?"  Jeremy's blue eye's pierced mine in pure concern. 

"I .. I went to see Aiden. And he was kissing some blonde bitch." I practically screamed, all my sadness replaced with hatred. 

"That's Aiden. Once a whore, always a whore."