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

When life gives you lemons say 'Screw it' and squeeze em' in your beer.

'I can't believe this.' I scowled, while keep all guards up.

' I trusted the biggest player, most arrogant guy in our school. I trusted him.' I thought to myself. 

"Hey, Brookelle. I uh. Brought you a coffee and some donuts." Jeremy said, sweetly to me.

I smirked a thanks,

"Wanna watch some movies?" I said, suddenly happy. 

"Hell yes!" He cheered.

It's been 3 days since I found Aiden smooching with some trashy bimbo.

Jealous? Yes, I was.

In those 3 days, Jeremy convinced me not to leave. Hell, he even rented a hotel for me so I couldn't see Mr. Dickwads face!

I've been beyond joyful to have a great like Jeremy. Especially now since I was in bloody Australia with a broken heard.

As odd as it sounds,

I some what have slightest crush on Jeremy. I mean, hes handsome, nice, big hearted. He's perfect besides the fact that if we were to yah know. Bang, it would be considered rape.

I mostly consider him to be like an older brother though. One that I never had.

"Lion King or a Walk to Remember?" I tried to contain myself from laughing and boy, can I say, fail.

"Really?" shook his head disapprovingly trying to hide his grin.

"Hey! I'm a girl, I'm upset. Be nice." I said while giving the puppy dog eyes to him. I knew he wouldn't deny me. Hell, Jeremy's the kindest soul to ever walk planet earth. Unfortunately, its like Aiden is the Ursula and Jeremy is The Little Mermaid.  Ursula wants to take his soul. 

"A Walk to Remember."   Aiden finally says, slowly letting a bored moan of defeat escape his lips.

I chuckled.

People's pain is my glory. 

~ Jeremy's POV.

Just being near her takes my breath away. I know I can't have her. She is devoted to Aiden, but jeez. Aiden doesn't deserve her.

I'm sitting next to her on her hotel bed, and all I can thinking about is how beautiful she is. Her laugh is contagious, the way she has two different coloured eyes is captivating, her long, dull yet full of life hair frames her angelic face.

So, who knew that love could be so painful.

Unlike my brother, I was born to have manners.

Raised to know how to treat a girl, give her space, give her time.

I knew, Brookelle probably didn't want me.

But there's always hope.

~  Aidens POV.

I screwed up, I messed up, I fucked up. I fucking made a mess of my own screw up.

Why did I let Tiffany kiss me? She said we were just working on business,  the claims for when I'm king. Why did I kiss her back? I knew deep down that I loved Brookelle. Maybe my lust for other's is too much. She could do so much better, and she knew it.

God, did i miss her. Her smell of vanilla and strawberries, her smile, her glistening eyes, her stubbornness. I'm so stupid. 

I quickly searched for my phone and called Jeremy. 

"Where is she?" I asked, determined to know.

"With me." Was his simple reply.

Anger was boiling through my body. Jealous pulsing through my veins. I could have sworn that if it were possible, I'd have f*cking steam blowing out of my goddamn ears.

"Can I see her?" I regained my jealousy quickly as it was soon replaced by hope. 

"I uh. truthfully. I don't know."  I could almost see him breaking a sweat over the phone right now. 

"Where are you? She can decide to let me in or not."  I pleaded. Clearly, it worked because I earnt a 

"152 ST and Holstien. A hotel called, Luxor Inn. Room 303." 

I made my way to the hotel room, nervous, anxious. 

Before I had a chance to knock on the door, Jeremy opened it allowing me to enter, then he left. I guess he expected some sort of fighting to occur. 

"Hey. Brook." I sighed, slightly nervous once again,

"Don't call me that. Why can't you leave me alone, Aiden? I fell for you. You broke my heart." Brookelle barely whispered to me. It pained me to see her like this.

"Brookelle, you know how I am. You can take the guy away from other girls, but you can't pry away the other girls from the guy. I'm sorry. I'm a man-whore, I'm stupid, I'm an ass."  

"Can't you control it?" She spoke forcefully. 

"I'll try." Was my reply. 

Little did she know, as much as I care for her. I can't seem to be satisfied with just one girl.

What she doesn't know can't hurt her. Right?