The Rebellion of Cora Hart

*Jett's POV*

I woke up in my apartment, feeling like crap as I groaned, rolling over. I winced as my back landed on top of a glass bottle, and I tenderly picked myself off the floor, which I noticed had bottles of beer scattered everywhere, and some white powdery substance sprayed all over the glass-top coffee table. I groaned again, chalf closing my eyes to shield them from the harsh sunlight that filtered through the window. I stumbled over to the curtain and jerked it closed, cursing gruffly as I tripped on the leg of a chair.

Cora.

I leaned against the wall next to the window, holding my throbbing head.

Cora.

~Last Night~

The blonde sucked on my neck, completely missing my sweet spot. She was a pretty shitty fuck, but I wasn't going to be picky- she was pretty hot but not like Cora/ Ugh. That was why I wasn't picky. I was willing to do anything to get her out of my fucking head. When I woke up- bam, there she was, flooding my head with senseless thoughts. At school, I couldn't help but fidget when she sat next to me, not even doing anything. Just the existence of her brought me inner chaos and I was struggling to keep in control.

In control of doing what? that annoying voice cooed in the back of my mind, as the blonde nipped my collar bone, pulling off my shirt. I pushed Cora into the back of my mind forcibly, as I focused on doing the blonde, who was fumbling with the buckle of my belt. I smirked, and helped her un do it, kissing her on the neck, moving up and down until she moaned when I hit that orgasmic spot. She pressed herself to me, grinding her lower half with mine, and I bit on her neck, making her moan breathlessly. I was a good fuck- I wasn't going to lie.

I slid my hands up her skin-tight dress, pulling it off her smoothly. She had boobs, but her body wasn't anything amazing. She was thin- too thin- and her boobs were definitely not well proprtioned. Now that I looked closely, she wore way to much make-up and smelled like chemicals. Cora always smelled like flowers and honey, so intoxicatingly- urg. Fuck.

The blond suddenly flashed before my eyes, her yellow curls morphing to a vibrant black and red, eyes changing to that dark chocolate brown that I couldn't help but stare into. Her body was small and petite, and her skin was pale and soft, looking like silk. I gulped, as her fingers roamed my body, brushing the top of my jeans. I moaned as her hand slipped inside and started rubbing me through my boxers. Her other hand wound around my neck as I moaned into her mouth, my tongue massaging hers with mine.

"Co...ra... mmhph," I groaned, as her hand picked up its pace, making me jerk violently into her. Cora moaned, and I couldn't help but grab her soft breast in my hand, squeezing it gently. "Fuck... Cora..."

"I'm not Cora," a high pitched voice said, as the hand stopped moving, pulling out of my pants. I flicked my eyes open, which had closed, and lookd at Cor- shit. I pushed the blond to the side, growling and pulled my shirt and jacket on hastily, doing up my belt as I walked outside. I was surprised to see only a few people in the house- and those few were all passed out drunk. I noticed voices coming from the back yard, and walked towards the crowd, ignoring the whining of the blondefrom behind me.

As I neared the back, I saw a sight that made my mind go blank.

Cora was being strangled by the drug dealer from a few days ago.

Before I knew it, I had pushed through the crowd, punching anyone and everyone to get through. The only thought whizzing through my flurried head was "Save Cora. Cora. Must help Cora. Cora, danger. Help."

I broke through the crowd, my mouth open to yell out something. But then I stopped, as I saw Gab kissing her on her forehead as she buried her head in his chest. My heart dropped, shattering, as he picked her tiny figure up, cradling her to him. As he walked passed me, he stopped, whispering a solemn "You're a bastard," before taking Cora to his car. I bit my lip, trembling in anger, fear and... jealousy? I believed so.

"I know," I murmured, angry at everything. Angry at myself most of all. "I know."

~Present~

The phone rang, and I winced, the sharp tone tearing my already beaten head apart. I crawled over to the phone, picking it up. "Hello?" I said, my voice sounding like the wreck I was.

"Fuck, Jett. Are you okay?" Gabe's voice asked, worried. "Wait, scratch that. You're hung over, aren't you. Mother fucker."

"Fuck off," I groaned, rubbing the back of my neck. "I... couldn't stop myself. I just wanted to forg- I'm sorry." a wave of guilt and self-hate washed over me, and I leaned my head back, covering my eyes with my arm.

"I know, Jett. I know, and I forgive you," Gabe sighed, and I heard him roll over in his bed. "Wait a sec." I heard a soft clunk as he put his phone down, and then a melodic moan and then a soft "Morning," that sounded very much like Cora.

Exactly like Cora.

I should have known, from the way they were dancing last night, from the way I always caught Gabe looking at her, and from the way he saved her when I didn't. I knew it, but I couldn't accept it, because I wanted to be the one to hold her as she woke up in the morning. I wanted to be the first thing she sees every time she wakes up. I wanted to be the one to save her, the one she clung to when she was scared. I wanted to be her everything, but I couldn'tm because she had Gabe.

He was good for her, though, as much as I hated to admit it. I laughed dryly, and heard a slight crackle as Gabe picked up the phone again.

"Is she okay?" I murmured before he could say anything, and I could imagine him nodding, a goofy smile on his face as he stroked her hair. Her lush, silky hair...

"She's fine. Shaken up, but cracking rude joked nonetheless," he replied, and we both chuckled. "And I was wondering if you could let her stay here for the next week? She's..."

"In no condition to be going out and about," I finished for him, and he murmured a soft, "Yeah."

"I'll bring her stuff over then, I guess," I said, a strange feeling of loneliness filling my chest. "And, it's okay Gabe. You're better for her than me."

"Jett..." Gabe said, and I cut him off.

"But I'm still better than you. don't get it to your head, fucker."

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. High-and-Mighty," Gabe joked. "Come over straight away, okay? I think Cora really needs someone to help her release her stress. Maybe you could be her verbal punching bag, as per usual."

"Shit head," I grumbled, hanging up. I glanced across the room at Cora's bags, remembering how she was so bubbly and happy as she tried on outfit after outfit. I wish I could go back to that time and act like how I deeply wanted to- to tease her and to tell her she was beautiful no matter what she wore. I wish I could go back in time so I could tell her how I really feel. I wish I could go back so I could tell her I loved her.

*Cora's POV*

After showeing I pulled on one of Gabe's shirts, which was more like a short dress on me, and smiled as I sniffed his coookie scent. I also pulled on a pair of his boxers, since the shirt-dress was still a little too short for my liking. I also brushed my teeth twice, to get rid of the acidic and vile after-taste of alcohol.

I walked- skipped, actually- down to the kitchen, where I heard the sizzling of bacon and eggs. I laughed when I walked in, noticing Gabe wearing a frilly pink and white 50's-housewife apron. He whirled around, his face as red as the tomatoes that rested in the corner of the kitchen.

"It looks good," I teased, and he scratched his head, embarrassed. "Seriously, it's adorable." I bit my lips to stop from laughing, but couldn't supress the tears for long. I burst out laughing again, and Gabe pouted. "S-sorry... it's just... too... funny!"

"It was a present from my cousin, okay? She's beat me up if I didn't use it! Honestly!" Gabe said, defending himself. I nodded, wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes, and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist as I buried my head into his sculpted back. Gabe chuckled, and grabbed my hand, kissing each of my knuckles before plating up out delicious looking breakfast.

"That looks amazing," I told him, as I sniffed the perfectly cooked sunny-side-up eggs and crispy bacon.

"Thank you. Only your butler can be this good," Gabe teased, kissing my forehead softly, pullling back when the doorbell rang. He tensed a little, and I immediately knew who it was.

Jett.

"It'll be fine," I said, flicking his forehead. "You're best friends. You'll get over it."

"Always the wise one, honey," he replied, hugging me once before answering. I quickly ate my breakfast- but still managed to savour the deliciousness of the meal- and walked over to the front of the house where I heard two male voices, obviouly Gabe's and Jett's. They seemed to just be talking, and then I heard a loud thump as something slammed against the ground. I ran out through the corridor to see Gabe on the ground, clutching his cheek.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed.