I won't break your heart, I won't bring you down, but I will have to say...

"I'm sorry."

"Is that all you can say?" she spat down the phone. "Fuck you, Jojo."

Beep.

The phone disconnected, and the conversation was over. Glaring at the screen, fingers curled in around the device in his hand, and with a growl, the mobile at the wall with a crunch, falling in broken pieces to the ground. Leaving it where it fell, the teen stomped out of his room, pulling it shut with a loud bang.

It didn't take long for him to get to the girl's dorms. It was during the day on a Saturday, so it was highly unlikely anyone would notice a male wandering through the halls. It was also highly unlikely there would be anyone complaining that he was even there. He was known for often being places that he shouldn't.

Reaching the door, Jojo found himself pausing. Staring down at his feet, heavy sigh rolled over his lips, and fingers of both hands scrunched into fists. Allowing eyes to slip closed while he tried to calm himself, head lifted and he knocked on the door.

A blonde girl answered, but not the one he had been looking for.

"She doesn't want to talk to you," Lila announced, making a move to close the door, but Jojo was stronger and pushed down, almost causing Lila to fall over.

Green eyes stared down at her, and silently, he shook his head. Lips were pulled together, and he had a very focused look on his pale face. "I have to sort things out," he told the fourth year girl. "Fix things that I didn't realise I had even broken." He gave her a kicked puppy look. "Let me have some alone time with her for a few hours, and I'll get T-chan to coerce Morgan into putting on that play I know you really want."

"Bribing me will get you nowhere, Jojo," Lila replied with a scowl. "But you seem sincere about wanting to apologise, so I'll let you. But, you better not make her cry again, otherwise I will personally beat you to within an inch of your rotten little life."

With a small smile, Jojo moved aside to allow Lila to leave her dorm, saluting to her as she left, then slipped inside, closing the door behind himself, gaze instantly falling on the girl seated on her bed glaring up at him. Her eyes were red, and he could see the trails on her face left behind by her tears.

"What the fuck do you want?" she growled, purposely turning her attention to the dorm room window.

Without a word, the Irish male wandered over to the bed, slipped fingers under her chin and turned Kate's face back to his, where he pressed his own lips to hers.

The forceful way she pushed him away was expected. "What the fuck are you doing!?"

"Giving you what you want," he replied while pulling off the t-shirt, tossing it to the ground. "Giving up everything else for you. Without a broken heart."

"But Aubrey..."

Jojo didn't let her continue, kissing her once more and lowering her down onto her back on her own bed, where fingers began to wander over her body, slowly removing clothes to reveal flesh. The last time this had happened between them, neither could fully remember it ever happening, but this time Jojo was intent on letting her remember each and every passion filled moment. Because he knew what he was going to do afterwards would hurt even more.

And when it was over, Kate rolled over and wrapped her arms around him, placing a soft kiss to his bare shoulder. "Looks like you've lived up to all that bragging you do," she purred. "Did you bring any smokes?"

She was beautiful, no doubt about that. Pushing back the blankets, Jojo slipped out of bed and began pulling on his clothes. At the strange actions, Kate sat up, pulling the blanket up around herself.

"Jojo, what the Hell are you doing?"

"Fixing things like I said I would," he replied, pulling his shirt up over his head, and then turning to face her. "You got mad over the fact that Dimitri, Kay and I had pointless, drunken sex, because if I'm not with Aubrey, then the person I should be with is you. So I have."

"What the fuck are you trying to say, Jojo?"

"Get.The.Fuck.Over.Me."

She could feel tears welling up in her eyes again. "So what was this then? Something to remember you by?"

"Exactly," he replied, now finished getting dressed. "You've had the best of me, now it's time to get up, go out there and find someone else to replace me with. You're special to me - much in the same way T-chan is special to me. I didn't hang out with you in the first place because I thought I would have sex with you one day, I became your friend because of your personality, because you were fucking interesting!" He ran his hands over his hair, feeling the shorter hair prickling against his fingertips. "I love you. I love you to fucking little pieces. I love you so much that it's hurting so deep inside that I don't want to do this to you. But I have to, Kate. I can't keep you, I can't be that man that you want - that man that you need."

"So this was just nothing then? Nothing, Joseph!?" Tears were falling, but she was too angry now to care. "And I suppose you're going to keep this secret from Aubrey? Well, what if I tell him?"

He shook his head. "Not nothing, and as for Abbie, I'm going to tell him. He can decide whether or not he should leave me. I'm not some saint, I'm not a good little boy. I've made mistakes, and I can't say I won't ever make them again. Today is not one of those mistakes, but it's something all three of us will have to deal with."

"So what am I supposed to do? Not be your friend anymore?"

Jojo moved back to the bed, sitting down beside her, hands clasping together on his lap. "I still want to be your friend, you do mean so much to me. I just want you to not want me anymore like you do. Bookworm from the library said you've been flirting with the red haired eye-candy," he said, tilting his head to look at the blonde. "Don't just throw yourself at him; you know, mindless sex to make the heart feel stronger. It doesn't have to be him, but just try. There's loads of single people in the school. Find someone you like and run with it." Jojo offered up a small smile. "But don't forget about your pal Jojo."

Leaning over, he placed a tender kiss to her temple then stood up from the bed. Carefully making his way to the door, he paused with his hand on the handle, looking back at the girl on her bed. "Let me know how it goes, okay? But don't ring my phone. I kind of broke it."

Saluting to her, the male pulled open the door and stepped outside, when a thought hit him, and he leaned back into the room, that sly grin slipped back onto his features. "Oh, it's Valentine's Day tomorrow. You better be up for paint balling the decorations. You know it's our tradition. I'll even let you take a few pot shots at me...Just not in the bollocks." and with that, he waved and headed out, closing the door behind himself.