Then she came to her senses. She abruptly pushed me back, jumping to her feet.

"What the fuck are we doing? Your my boyfriend's best friend and I'm sitting her kissing you! What the fuck is wrong with me?!"

Running a hand throw her hair, pacing back and forth, I knew what was coming. But when she said it, I couldn't help but feel devastated, hurt, and abandoned.

"Zacky, I think you should go." Those words were like an arrow through my heart. Realizing I had just royally fucked up, possibly ruined everything, I stood up and rushed to the door.

Right before I stormed out, the door opened from the outside. Standing in the doorway was Jimmy, and he sure as hell didn't look happy.

Shit, I was screwed.

~Jimmy's Point of View~

I stood there in disbelief. Why the fuck was Zacky in here? Both of them looked nervous at the sight of me, Mari was looking at the floor and Zacky just looked flat out scared shitless.

"Uh, what's up guys? Why are you in here Zacky?"

"I just... left my jacket in the band room yesterday. Mari was giving it back. Right Mari?" She looked up at me, tears brimming her eyes and nodded.

"You got it, you can leave now Zacky."

What was going on? Obviously something had happened between them, something they didn't want me to know. Before I could question him, Zacky pushed past me, slamming the door shut on his way out.

"Care to explain?"

"He just... wanted to get his jacket back. We had a bit of an argument, then you walked in. That's all."

"If you insist..." Pulling her close to me, I kissed her sweetly. That's when she exploded in tears.

"Hey, what's wrong? Is this about earlier, with that fight you and Zacky had?" She raised her head slowly, pulling me close and kissing me again.

"No, I just fucking love you so much."

I laughed and pulled her into bed. As I turned out the light, I couldn't help but think about what her and Zacky were hiding.

"I love you Jimmy, so much more than I can say, always remember that. No matter what happens, I have faith we'll pull through. Goodnight."

"I love you too. Goodnight... Marissa."

There wasn't a single second I went to sleep that night, my curiosity and anger acting like coffee and soda. That scene from earlier kept replaying in my head, my brain looking for any evidence that they were hiding something.

After hours of lying there, just wondering about it, it finally hit me. Zacky hadn't left with a jacket; not wearing one, not one tied around his waist nor thrown across his arms.

Whatever had happened between them, it was meant to be a secret. Yet I had full intention to find out what it was, and soon. I laid there in the dark, red hot demons dancing in my head, screaming at me the things that they could have done.

"What the fuck is going on...."