One Shots

1. Scarlett (Jai Brooks)

This was the only one shot that was saved from the last book. It's part two of one that was Jai Brooks related. you don't have to read part one to know what's going on its pretty straight forward.

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I hadn't been back to the boys' house in a month. From what I've heard from the others boys, it was complete and utter hell over there. Leah had arrived 2 weeks ago and things only got worse from there. Luke says that even before Leah's arrival, Jai was a hot fucking mess. His words not my own. Luke said that his twin was so unlike himself. He also said I was the main reason why.

Luke has this whole theory that on that night of the fight Jai was going to saying something else. Not "I just wanted to say that Leah is moving to California. She'll be staying here for a while, goodnight." Those words will be forever etched into my brain. Luke says that he doesn't know what Jai was going to say, just that it wasn't that. He hadn't worked the kinks out yet.

James told me, on one of his visits to my apartment, that Jai was back to his distant cruel self. He no longer hung out with the boys and was always rude to everyone. I hadn't contacted Jai and he hadn't contacted me so that further proved James' statement.

I had exhausted myself trying to keep Jai level headed. I'd finally given up the fight trying to make him realize Leah's wrongs. It was time he'd figured it out for himself. As much as it hurt me to say it, the rest of the boys were family to Jai, he couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard he tried. Me, I was just a friend. Jai could toss me at any moment and he's shown me how much he possessed that skill over and over again. I'm done fighting for Jai. If this is what he wants, so be it.

Out of all the boys, Beau had been coming over the most. He'd spent days at a time at my apartment. We would laze around and watch movies and order take out. At first, he only came around so much to check on me. To make sure I wasn't just laying in bed and to make sure I was eating. If it wasn't for him, I probably would have laid in bed all day and not have eaten.

On one particular lonely night, Beau came over. We were watching movies like usual and Beau had made it clear that he was crashing at my place. Halfway through our third movie, Beau pulled his shirt off. It was warm in my Californian apartment, especially because the air conditioning had cut off earlier that day. I was used to seeing Beau with his shirt off, he hardly wore a shirt around his own house, or in public for that matter. To this day I blame my lonely state for what happened next.

I was snuggled into Beau's sculpted chest while we watched the movie and my hands began to wander. They lightly traced over the defined lines on his stomach. Beau didn't do anything to stop me even though, we both knew deep down what we were doing was wrong. We didn't care. My shirt soon found its way on the floor along with his, it was all over then.

It was when we started groping each other and moaning each other's names that I realized that Beau no longer saw me as a sister. His hands were all over my body and there wasn't a single nerve in my body that wanted him to stop. He was making me feel something I had never felt before. I knew it wasn't meaningful sex but it didn't matter to me. He was touching me and I was touching him and we both liked it.

I was scared that Beau wasn't going to speak to me after that. I was scared that he was going to abandon me just like his brother, but he didn't. the morning after he was right next to me, snuggled into my side. He was already awake when I woke up but he was still holding me so that was a good sign. We laid in bed that day and talked about things and DID some other things. It probably wasn't the best idea to go into a round two with Beau but I couldn't help myself.

From there it had become our little secret. We kept doing what we were doing without anyone noticing and I was completely fine with that. Beau told everyone that he was only being a good friend to me. Which he was, a really good friend. We kept it even, Beau never spent too much time here to be considered suspicious and I never called him too many times than necessary. To the outside world our relationship was platonic.