Longer chapter! Hope you enjoy! You might be a little shocked, jussayin! ;3

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   “I love you.” I was holding both of his hands.

   “I love you too.” He started swinging our arms.

   We were waiting for my dad to hurry up and just get here already, and we were tired of keeping our guard up after an hour of just sitting in the driveway. I looked into his eyes, and blushed. I looked back down, smiled, and bit my lip. He pulled my head back up, looked me in the eye, and pulled my face in for a kiss. I heard a car, but it sounded like it was passing my street, so I didn’t pull away. I stayed locked in that kiss, loving every single second of it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and stood on my toes, pulling him into an even more passionate kiss. All of a sudden, a car horn honked, and I pulled away. I was dead.

   I turned around, and there he was. Dad was waiting in the car, confusion all over his face. I blushed furiously, and hid my face in my hands. I wanted to die. I wanted to just die. He got out of the car, and pointed a finger at me, and then at Josh.

   “What are you doing, sucking face with my daughter?”

   “Dad, it wasn’t like that!”

   “Shut up!” He pointed over at me, and then shot a malicious glare back at Josh.

   “Don’t talk to her like that, Daniel!” Josh stepped towards my dad.

   I tried to hold him back, but I couldn’t grab onto the back of his shirt in time. Dad wasn’t intimidated one bit. This scared me.

   “Josh, you will not talk to your new stepdad like that, young man! Get in the car! We are having a talk with you, me, and your mother. As for you,” he looked to me, “you, young lady, will not be seeing anymore of your brother. Do I make myself clear?”

   A tear fell from my eye. “Dad, I’m not even related to him!”

   “He’s your step brother, Sam!”

   “Exactly!” I retorted. “We’re not even related!”

   He rolled his eyes. “Fine, Samantha…” He shook his head, and went back into his car.

   “What? What does that mean?” I walked over to the side of his car. “Roll down the freakin window, Dad, and tell me what’s going on!”

   He rolled down his window. “You never listen to me, why start now? Have fun.” He started up his car.

   “We want to go to your house, and talk about this with you and Patricia, but I can see that it won’t go as well as I thought.”

   “I can’t believe you…and Josh.” He rolled his eyes. “Patricia won’t like this one bit.” He shook his head. “Have you told your mom?” He looked back over to me.

   I shook my head. “We’ve been hesitant.”

   He looked over at Josh who was fuming behind me. “Tell Mom, and then give me a call.” He backed out of the driveway, and drove off.

   I turned around to face Josh. “I’m still not sure what’s going on right now.”

   He stood there, still as a statue.

   “Josh…”

   “I can’t believe he talked to you like that.” He whispered.

   I walked over to him, and wrapped him in a hug. “Thank you.”

   He hugged me back, and kissed the top of my head. “This isn’t how I wanted it to happen.”

   “I know. It’s really complicated…”

   “Why did I have to fall in love with you?”

   My heart stopped, and dropped into my stomach. “What does that mean?” I pulled out of the hug, and stared at him with a blank expression.

   “What do you mean?” He looked at my expression. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that, Sam!”

   “How did you mean it then?” I started to cry.

   “I mean, why did I have to fall in love with my step sister? Why couldn’t it just be you, no strings attached?”

   “Are you saying you regret this?”

   “I regret falling in love with someone I could never honestly be with, yeah.”

   “What?” I whispered. I covered my mouth, and closed my eyes.

   “Sam, it’s not like that!” He tried to put a hand on my shoulder. As soon as it touched me, I shook it off, and fell on my knees, crying.

   “What is it like, then, Josh? What is it like?”

   “I love you, Sam, I really do.” He got down on his knees and tried to look at me. “I just don’t like the complications being with you brings.”

   “If you’re trying to say something, just say it!” I looked up at him, fuming.

   “I’m not! Why are you just assuming that’s what I mean? Am I not making myself clear?” He got a little louder.

   “Get away from me, you jerk!” I ran inside my house, knowing he was following me.

   I stormed up the stairs, and into the guest room. I found anything and everything that belonged to him, and threw it at him. I went into my room, and slammed the door shut. I ran over to my bed, and threw myself onto it. I started bawling. I couldn’t stop; it was impossible.

   “Sam! Samantha! Open the door, please!” I could hear him pounding on the door.

   “There’s no lock on it, retard!” I screamed.

   There was silence. “Are you really going to be like this now, Sam?”

   I was quiet. I couldn’t believe what I had just said. “Just tell him to pick you up. I don’t want to deal with you.”

   “So it’s over?” He yelled.

   “It never happened.”

   He opened the door, and stormed over to the edge of my bed. “All the commitments I made to you, all the love I gave you, and all of the times I could’ve hurt you but I didn’t never happened?”

   “You had a choice! We were never dating or anything!”

   “But I loved you, Sam! I wanted you to see that I wasn’t a player. Everyone always thinks I’m a player! I’m not…I tried not to be at least.”

   “Well, it’s not about you being a player. It’s about you obviously trying to worm your way out of what we could’ve tried to make happen. Oh wait, you have commitment issues. Yeah, it is about you being a player.” I stared him in the eye, and fell apart again. “Go home, Josh.” I hid my face in my pillow.

   “Bye, Sam…” He walked out, and I could hear him as he ran down the stairs and out of the front door.

   I cried even harder realizing what just happened. I had just…been played.

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JOSH’S P.O.V

   “Go home, Josh.” She buried her face into her pillow, and I could hear her starting to cry. I was done trying.

   “Bye, Sam…” I walked out of her room, down the stairs, and out of the front door.

   She was right. I had just wormed my way out of a commitment. I had used my technique to get her to hate me, so that she knew nothing could work with us. I wanted things to work out, but it just wouldn’t work.

   From the moment I heard her dad tell her to shut up, I knew it could’ve easily turned into something worse than what they already had to deal with. I knew I was the only reason she was yelling at her dad. She didn’t want him to be mad at me. How could he not be mad at me though? I was making out with his daughter. The daughter that I am related to, and the daughter that he was trying to make mends with. I had heard about all of his failed attempts so many times before. I knew he was trying. I knew he needed to fix things with her. She hated him, and he loved her more than she could ever imagine.

   I did what was best, and I ended whatever it is we had. I wanted her; oh boy did I want her! How could I be with my step sister? How could I be…in love….with my step sister? It grossed me out, but I didn’t really care, because she was so different. She made me want to change just to meet her standards.

   I sat in her driveway, and looked up and down the streets a few times before dialing Daniel’s cell.

   “Hello?” He answered.

   “Hey…”

   “What’s up Josh? Where’s Sam? I don’t hear her.”

   “Yeah, about her…I want to come home. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

   “Sam has that effect on people…”

   “It’s not her; I’m just…” What could I say? Lovesick? No. “Homesick.”

   “I’m turning around right now.” He said.

   “Thanks.” I ran my fingers through my hair as I hung up.

   I was definitely going to have to text Erica as soon as I got home. I needed something to get my mind off of Sam. I needed to do what I liked most. I needed to get a girl in bed. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept with someone. I think Erica would take me back in a heartbeat, anyways. So, I texted her, and told her to come over around ten tonight. Of course, she texted back seconds later with a smiley face. I sighed, and didn’t reply. Sleeping with Erica wouldn’t make me feel better. It wouldn’t make me feel happy. It would just patch up that hole in my heart that Sam had dug for a little bit. Her patch might break loose, but that’s what other girls are for. I had to just get rid of Sam completely.

   It wasn’t too long before Daniel finally got here. I was relieved to go home. Just sitting outside of this house made me sick. I just wanted to throw up all of my guilt. I got in the car, and the drive home was silent…for the most part.

   “What happened?” He glanced over at me, and then back to the road.

   I shook my head. “I’m not sure. I think I just needed to come home.”

   “I know something happened. You don’t look homesick.”

   I sighed. I didn’t want to tell him. “Well, Sam and I…I don’t know. I know I like her and all, but…” I sighed again. “I just don’t know.”

   “I guess it was for the best. I mean, after all, you two are technically brother and sister.”

   “Yeah…” I looked out my window. “I know.”

   When we got home, I walked into the kitchen, hugged my mom, and ran upstairs. “I’m going out with a friend tonight Ma!” I yelled down the stairs.

   “Okay, be back home by ten at least, please?” She yelled back.

   “Yup.” I walked into my room, threw my bag on my bed, and looked through my closet for something new to wear. I figured I should just take a shower first, so I went into the bathroom. I started up the warm water, and took off my clothes. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. All I saw was Joshua Michael Watkins, player of the century. First known man amongst his friends to be able to get any girl in bed by the end of the night. I used to be proud of that title. I knew it was definitely something a lot of the guys I knew couldn’t say about themselves. I kind of felt a little proud right then and there. I shook my head, and realized how ridiculous it all was.

   I didn’t love Sam. I didn’t know what love was. I didn’t want to know what love was. I was content with how I have always been. I smiled at myself, and flipped my blonde hair out of my eyes. I turned on my radio in the bathroom, and got into the shower.

   After scrubbing all of the nastiness out of my hair and off of my body, I got out, turned off the newest Maroon 5 song, and started to towel dry my hair. After drying my hair, I wrapped the towel around my waist, and walked back into my bedroom. I stared at the huge king-sized bed, and laughed. I loved my bed. I waltzed over to the closet, and looked at my wide selection of clothes. I chose a pair of black cargo shorts, a Hulk t-shirt, and some green high-tops. I walked over to my mirror, and fixed my hair so that it all went in one direction. I grabbed my wallet and cell phone, and then ran out the front door. I hopped into one of the ten cars sitting in the driveway, and called Erica.

   “Hey there, sexy.” She tried to sound sexy. It was annoying already.

   “Be there to pick you up in fifteen. Be ready.”

   “See you then.” She hung up. I knew it was a “playing-hard-to-get” tactic.

   I rolled my eyes, and backed out of the driveway. I knew this wouldn’t end well, but I was only in it for the pleasure. Surely even Erica would know that about me by now. I’d probably make it clear to her either way, though.

   I blasted my radio the whole ride there to take my mind off of everything that had happened in the past few days. I couldn’t help but remember when Sam had started pulling her dress over her head, and pressing her body up on mine at Emmett’s party. It was the best feeling ever. I was shocked that I had the guts to tell her to stop. I only wanted to protect her, and it was all for nothing. She was just another girl now. I could’ve easily just slept with her that night. I listened to the music, and let my mind clear out.

   When I got to Erica’s house, she was waiting in a pair of short shorts, a black and white loose tank top, and heels. I rolled my eyes at her stupid get-up, and then smiled at her when she saw me in the car. I only had to put on this stupid act for a little while longer.

   “Hey, Josh.” She got into the passenger seat and put on her seat belt.

   “I’m so glad to see you.” I smiled flirtatiously, and leaned in for a kiss.

   She leaned in too, and ran her fingers through my hair. I had to admit, she was a good kisser. Well, the kiss was good enough to fit my needs. I pulled away, and smirked.

   “Save it for the bedroom.” I said.

    “Are we going to your house?” She asked as we pulled out of her driveway.

   “No. I was thinking a hotel room. I don’t really want to go to my place.”

   “Oh, a hotel room! Sounds…interesting.” She reached over for my hand.

   I grabbed her hand, and squeezed it playfully a few times. I couldn’t believe I was tricking her into sleeping with me. I was pretending to have feelings for this girl that I could care less about. I couldn’t wait to rip off her clothes, and do as I pleased, but I still felt guilty for not caring about respecting her. I shrugged off those stupid thoughts about respect. If she didn’t want to sleep with me, she would say no. I wouldn’t care. I had a whole bunch of girls that wouldn’t mind spending a night with me on speed dial.

   We got to the hotel, checked into a small room, and got to the room. She put her purse on the nightstand by the bed, and then darted towards me. I grabbed her by the waist, and started making out furiously with her. I slowly walked us over to the bed, and pushed her onto the bed. She lifted my shirt off of my body, and threw it into a corner. I crept my hands up her shirt, and squeezed on her goods. She didn’t have much, but it was good enough. She started kissing me down my neck and chest, and then stopped at my belly button. She licked her way back up to my lips, and started kissing me again. We continued, and it felt good.

   The player was back.