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[dylan]

Dylan should have known texting Robyn was a mistake. Actually, he did know. He knew the whole time he was being stupid. Here was a beautiful, sexy, funny, amazing girl who wanted him in more ways than just physical, and he was being a total dick to her.

"Baby, wait!" He called after her, but she was already gone. He stood up and tried to go after her, avoiding eye contact with Declan. Everyone else was probably completely oblivious to what was going on, but Declan always noticed stuff like that, especially with his brother.
He saw her throw the bathroom door shut, but it didn't click, so he followed her in. She was crying. Hard.

"Is..." he started, going forward to touch her. He didn't feel like getting slapped, even though he knew he deserved it. "Baby, I..." What was he supposed to say? He had clearly been planning on cheating on her tonight. There's really no easy fix for that. He couldn't just give her a simple sorry and be done with it.
He sighed, "Look, I don't know why I said all of that. You really are the only girl who matters to me. I'm just..." He tried to look for a word, but he couldn't think of a good explanation.
"I'm just fucked up," he sat on the edge of the tub and looked down. He didn't think he even had a conscience before, but now that little voice in the back of his head was screaming insults at him. And he knew he deserved every single one of them for hurting Isabel like this.

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Isabel didn't even want to look at Dylan when he walked into the bathroom after her. What was he even doing? He didn't care about her! He just didn't want to lose out on the sex that they were having! She wiped her eyes and forced her eyes to look in his direction but she immediately wanted to look away. How could he do this to her? How could he honestly plan to cheat on her after just a few days of dating? "You're what? Sorry? Because you were planning on having sex with someone else? Because I don't matter? Or are you sorry because you got caught? What if I hadn't seen the messages, Dylan? Were you ever going to let me know that I mean fucking nothing to you or was I suppose to just be the cute supportive girlfriend who you have kinky sex with because she's too stupid to know that you don't give a damn?" She was pissed!

She had never been this angry at anyone in her life and she didn't even understand why. They hadn't been dating that long! "How would you feel if I was texting Tucker or someone else and planning to hook up behind your back while you were sitting there thinking that everything was perfect?" She was being harsh with him and she knew that it could push him away but a simple apology wasn't enough.. She didn't know if she was ever going to trust him again after this. "I feel like such an idiot, Dylan. I thought that if we cared enough about each other then it wouldn't matter that we don't do the commitment thing but it does matter. You can't... You will never care about me, will you?"

She hated that. She hated that she could give him every part of her and get nothing back in return. She hated that she was never going to be able to stop thinking that he was cheating if they stayed together and she hated even more thinking about how this could be the end of them already.

[dylan]

"When did I ever say you didn't matter? I shouldn't have been texting another girl, I know that, but none of it was true!" Dylan was now yelling at her, even though he wasn't meaning to. He didn't care that everyone at the party could probably hear them right now. He just wanted her to believe him.

"I'm sorry, I really am. I'm an idiot and you should break up with me. I just...I told you I'm not good at this. I don't know how Isabel, but I'm willing to try! I'm willing to try for you. I know it doesn't seem like much, but it is."
He stood up and placed his hands on her shoulders, looking into her tear filled eyes. "I'm probably the worst boyfriend in the world, but I'll change. I don't have the faintest idea what I'm doing, but you seem like you do. So please...teach me. Just...tell me what you need me to do. Because as confused as I am, I know that I want you and that I really, honestly, do care about you, even though I suck at showing it."

He tried to smile, but it didn't work. He knew he was an awful person, and that realization was a hard one to swallow.
"Here," he said pulling out his phone. "Delete every single girls' number. Every last one. You have full permission to go through my phone whenever you want. I'll give you my facebook password, I'll let you read my direct messages on twitter — I don't care! I don't need them, because I have you, and you're more than enough." He paused. "Well...if you're not breaking up with me I mean." He pursed his lips, biting the inside of his cheek, waiting for he response.

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Isabel knew that she as going to forgive him eventually so she figured that she might as well just save them some time now. "I understand and you get another chance because I know that you can do this but I want you to text something to Robyn. I'll forgive you either way but if you do this one thing for me then you will get the kinkiest dirtiest sex of your life." She was going to have sex with him tonight anyway but if he did what she wanted then she was going to bring in her toys and lingerie. "I want you to tell her that you don't want to have sex with a dirty whore like her and that your girlfriend more than satisfies your needs and that you never want to speak to her again."

She was angry and she needed somewhere to place it all so she was putting it on this girl that she didn't even know. She had never felt so much hatred for someone in her entire life and she just wanted to find this little hussy and rip her hair out strand by strand. She wanted to hold her down and slap her until she lost that pretty little face of her's. She just wanted to grab something sharp and cut up her vagina and slice off her nipples. She didn't want Dylan to ever give this girl a second look!

"If you do this for me then I'll even let you do that thing you like...." She didn't love every sexual position in the world but if he could do this then he deserved it. Hell, if he did this then he deserved a lot more than just that!

[dylan]

Dylan sighed and started to send the text message to Robyn. He didn't really want to, she was a really nice girl, and he didn't want to hurt her like that. He knew eventually he'd have to apologize to her for it and explain that Isabel made him do it.

He turned the phone around and showed her, "Happy?" It wasn't like he was all torn up about it, it just seemed a bit unnecessary. But at least Isabel was pleased.
Once she showed approval, he told her to keep his phone. "I don't need it. Do whatever you want with it, delete the girls' numbers. I don't care." He wrapped his arms around her waist and dipped his head down, kissing her neck.

"So about tonight..." he murmured into her hair, breathing in its familiar scent he loved so much.

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Isabel wanted to take his phone and delete every girl except for herself but she knew that she was going to have to trust him so she just slipped his phone into her purse and thought about how special that he was. Some guys wouldn't do that for their girlfriends so she was considering this kind of a win. Tonight? He snapped her out of her little fantasy of ripping this 'Robyn' bitch limp from limp. Wasn't that the trampy spelling? She didn't even know this girl but she wanted to physically harm her for even attempting to come between her and Dylan.

"Tonight? I was thinking anal beads, bondage, and leather spiked lingerie.. and we could try maybe if you tied me up for a change and then I dominate you afterwards..." She paused when she realized that she was basically suggesting a sex marathon tonight. Could he handle this? "Do you think that you have the stamina to handle that?" She didn't want him feeling like less of a man just because he couldn't preform.

[Esme Russel]

Tonight was the night.

Esme was finally going to ask Jonathan if he wanted to move in with her and she was actually quite excited! Jonathan had to say yes! He basically already lived there but they hadn't put a real title on it. Hell, he had clothes in the closet and he seemed to spend more time here than he did at his own dorm and their sex life ..... it had honestly never been better! They'd already done it twice and they hasn't had dinner yet!

She was cooking a lovely meal of homemade macaroni and cheese for her and Jonathan to enjoy and Cici to sample. She was still getting mostly breast milk but sometimes they let her try whatever they were having. "How's my baby?" She cooed in her daughter's direction before handing her a teething cookie to enjoy. Cici was sitting in her pink playpen in the living room and My Little Pony Friendship is Magic was on the television but Esme seriously doubted that she was actually watching.

How was she suppose to ask him? It didn't seem right to just go right out and say it but beating around the bush also felt ... wrong. "Baby... can you come here and um... drink this wine!" She was planning on getting him wasted so he agreed without thinking about it.

[Jonathan Russel]

Jon had nearly forgotten he even had a dorm at school other than when he had to retrieve his school supplies or some extra clothes or condoms there whenever he was on campus. By now, it felt even weird to sleep there or anywhere other than Esme's townhouse. It was basically home already, which was just a wee-bit strange considering they didn't technically live together... officially, that is. He hadn't really noticed, what with his mind on other things such as his relationship and taking care of their daughter... it was a little thing to Jon as far as he was concerned.

Raising an eyebrow when Esme called him over, slightly confused when she suggested wine, he shrugged it off, "Sure, baby," he half-laughed, "you need me to taste it for you or something?"

[Esme Russel]

Esme poured a large glass of red wine and handed it over to Jonathan with a hopeful smile, "I just want you to relax and wine is suppose to help... that." She felt so nervous! She tugged at her sweater and looked over to him with an anxious expression. What if she got rejected? What if he just liked staying here with no commitment? "Tell me you love me." She didn't know why but she needed to hear it.... maybe she was pms-ing. "Tell me that you love me and that you aren't just here because we have a baby and I put out..... because I love you and I'm scared to ask you ...."

Why was she crying? Why was she getting so emotional? She was just asking him to move in! She wasn't asking anything urgent! "I want ..... I want ....." She looked over to Cici and blurted out the first word to come to her mind, "I want another baby." What? Wait... what?!? She didn't even mean that! Why did she say it?

[Jonathan Russel]

After taking a sip of the wine, Jon smiled at Esme's nervousness, taking it as her just wanting reassurance over their relationship, which he was happy to give her, "I love you, Esme. And I love you for who you are, as a person, to our child, to other people..." his voice trailed off to allow her to continue, then nearly choked on his wine when she heard her say she wanted another baby. Another baby?! It wasn't as if Jon didn't like the idea of expanding their family, but now? It was hard enough to take care of Cici -- not that it was fairly hard, but it was certainly difficult, especially in the beginning and during her pregnancy.

He looked at Esme, scrunching his eyebrows and gently setting his glass of wine down, "I-- eh... you what?" he blinked, baffled, "are you-- wha-- sweetie, we can't just... another baby?"