"Trisha...she what?!" I yell, instantly regretting it. I slowly take a deep breath and calmed myself.

"I broke it off with her. She posted an apology video and regrets embarrassing you two." He says.

"She posted an apology video but couldn't say sorry to my face?" David asks, growing angry.

"You can't put that on her, Dave. She called but you were total a-wall." He says.

"He's got a point." I say. David rubs his face with his hands and sighs.

"Thank you, Jason." He says.

"I'm sorry, Dave. Are you ok-"

"You can go now. Thanks for everything." David says and lies on his back before turning away. I look at Jason and gave him a slight nod to leave. David needed time to himself and Jason wasn't the person to talk to him at the moment. Jason finally leaves and closes the door behind him.

"What now?" I softly ask.

"Fuck Trisha." He growls.

"I get that. But-"

"What do you mean but? There is no but, Lauren. Trisha humiliated you, humiliated us. Don't try to defend her." He snaps. He climbs out of bed and walks over to his laptop and camera.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Editing our Hawaii trip." He says and logs into his laptop. I decided I'd get the rest I wanted and needed, lying on my back and drifting off to sleep.

A week later...

I sat on the living room couch. Reading the question to better understand how to answer it. It's been a week since the whole Hawaii, Trisha ruining our lives happened. David is back to himself, even though it almost felt like forever for him to not respond back to Trisha. Now. I am officially taking college classes to finish school. Okay. It's not actually college classes, it's more like medical school. I need a job so I won't have to burden David and his friends anymore. Besides the point, it's time I buy myself my own car.

"Okay. What?" I utter, rereading the question over again. Medical school is a bit hard honestly. It's stressful, more stressful than college. And I'm only taking dental classes! I want to be a dentals assistant so I won't have to do as much work. I can go to work for however how many days the dentists need me and I get the rest of the week off. Like a friend of mine. She's a dental hygienist and she only works four days a week.

"That is a lie! When we were in Vegas, David, you didn't bother drinking." I hear everyone come back home. It was peace and quiet for me to do my work, now it's too noisy.

"I drink!" Argues David.

"David. You only drink two bottles and we all know it's takes you a few bottles to get drunk. And besides, we try to get you drunk when we go out. You're just busy trying to get good conetent for your vlogs." Jason laughs.

"Fine! How about we-"

"Hey, guys. Could you take that conversation elsewhere, please? I'm trying to study." I say. I turn back to the screen and continued working. Silence was finally in the air and I felt myself feel happy I got to work in peace again.

"What are you doing?" David startled me from the quietness, making me jump in my seat.

"Work." I say.

"What are you working on?" He asks, sitting behind me.

"Dental stuff." I answer him.

"You're working on dental stuff?" He asks.

"Yes. I'm gonna try to work my dream job. Being a dental assistant sounds like a good job to me. I get paid very good and I'll have myself a car in no time." I smile.

"So you're saying you don't want any distractions or noises?" He asks.

"Yep. Now if you would kindly leave, David, I gotta get this done." I say.

"I'll just stay here. You won't even know I'm here." He chuckles. I read the next question, moving on with my work and letting David sit behind me as he said he wouldn't distract me. After I finished reading the question, I began to type away my mini essay.

"What are you working on now?" David asks.

"I thought you said you wouldn't distract me." I chuckle.

"If you allow me to distract you, that's on you. You can keep working and not pay attention to me." He says.

"Go ahead. You won't be able to distract me." I say, continuing to type away. I suddenly feel my hair being pulled away, revealing my neck. I already knew what his plan was but I knew I wouldn't let him distract me. He places his lips on my neck and I continue on typing.

"Did that distract you?" He asks.

"Not even a little bit." I reply. He places his lips on my neck again and trails up to my neck, biting it a little. My hands stutter for a second but I continue on typing.

"How about now?" He asks.

"Not in the slightest." I say, shaking my head. He chuckles against my neck.

"Then why did I see your hands stutter?" He asks.

"Because I had to think what I wanted to type next." I smirk at him.

"Mmhm. Sure. Well if that didn't distract you..." Again he presses his lips on my neck but he bites down and trails his hand down. I finally gave in, closing my eyes and leaning my head back a little. My hands pull away from the keyboard and hold onto his hand, digging my nails into his skin. He pulls himself away and leans back against the couch.

"I thought you said you were in distractible?" He asks. I close my laptop, set my books and papers on the floor and quickly climb into his lap.

"You got me. You can distract me. Guess I'm not in distractible." I chuckle.

"No, ma'am, you are not." He smirks.

"Shut up." I roll my eyes at him and kiss his lips. We do a full make out session before he pulls away and smiles up at me.

"Should we take this to the bedroom?" He asks.

"I wouldn't want to gross your friends out, letting them know you and I did it on your couch." I chuckle.

"Yeah, they'd probably force me to toss this out and buy a new one." He says. He's quick to scoop me up and carries me to the bedroom, kicking the door closed and locking it behind him.

We continue on making out, rolling around in bed before David is on top. My hands wrapped around his neck and tangle my fingers in the bottom of his hair.

"Take it off." I tell him.

"You're serious?" He asks.

"You're asking me if I'm serious of you taking my clothes off?" I laugh.

"Yeah. You're right." He says and yanks my pants down, dropping them on the floor. He pulls a condom from his nightstand and pulls his pants down. Seconds later, David was meaning business.

Short chapter I know:) but it's okay. I just wanted to post something.

One question; I like writing full, explicit smut or whateva, but I wanna know if you guys want me to do a full scene of smut or just keep it somewhat PG, like this chapter was. Let me know and I'll see what I can do. Thank youuu:))

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