Luigi's

"JoJo, didn't you need to talk to my mom about something," Peyton strongly hinted. The concerned older sister barely waited until the brunette had finished eating before pushing the issue.

"I guess I do," JoJo responded in a quiet, uneasy voice.

"Oh, that's right. You mentioned wanting to talk to me later at the cemetery. What's on your mind?" Bridget asked, right at the table, freaking JoJo out more.

"Maybe we should talk in private, Mom," Peyton said, nodding in the direction of the restrooms.

The three women stood up and left the table. Their group had taken over two large tables and a booth in the back room of Luigi's. Luckily for them, they arrived in the lull between lunch and dinner, allowing them their choice of where to sit. Now, as they finished eating, the pizzeria had begun to fill up slowly. Taking charge, Peyton led them past the women's restroom until they reached the end of the hallway.

"So, what's on your mind?" Bridget inquired after JoJo stood there, shuffling her feet and looking down at them.

"Jo," pressed Peyton.

"IhadsexandletJaredcuminme," JoJo rushed out in a low voice.

"I'm sorry I couldn't understand that. Could you repeat it?" the older woman requested.

JoJo's head raised for a split second to show worried eyes before slamming them back down to stare at her feet. Peyton waited five seconds and gave out a heavy sigh.

"Fine, I'll do it! Mom, JoJo had sex last night with Jared. Her first time."

"Oh! Um...well, how can I help?" Bridget questioned, more shocked than she should be. Did I cause this to happen? Was our night of sex the catalyst for JoJo to jump from pussy to cock? Oh, no! What about my plans for Jo and Sean?! "Do you need some advice for next time? I know a girl's first time can often be quick and unfulfilling."

"Yeah, that wasn't a problem last night or this morning," Peyton remarked, chuckling sarcastically.

Confused, Bridget took a step forward to rub the shoulder of her son's best friend reassuringly. JoJo slowly raised her head back up.

"I let Jared cum in me."

"Oh, Jo! You're not on any birth control," Bridget stated, frowning at her irresponsibility. "You should've known better."

"I know."

"Okay, let's deal with what happened. When was your last period?" Bridget nodded as JoJo answered. "Hmmm, that's a little too close for comfort. Perhaps if it was only once."

"Four or five times."

"Four or five?! Uh, okay, okay. We'll go to the pharmacy and handle this. I need to stop at the there anyways to get Sean's prescriptions," Bridget responded. Four or five times! What the hell went on last night?

"See, it's a good thing you talked to my mom. This isn't an issue to risk," Peyton said, wrapping her arm around the trembling girl's shoulder. "It's alright, calm down."

"I'll have to talk to Jillian too." JoJo recoiled at this revelation. "Jo, I need to schedule you for an appointment as soon as possible. I've discussed this in the past with your mother. When the time was right, she wanted to put you on birth control. You'll want to go over options with her."

Her shoulders slumping, JoJo nodded at the plan, eyes beginning to glisten.

"Don't worry, honey. Everything will be fine. This is all merely a precaution," Bridget told the scared girl while giving her a comforting hug. "Now, buck up and go have dessert if you want," she added, pulling back.

"It's okay. Lana's had a few scares, and she's childless. That's lucky for all of us," Peyton added.

JoJo launched herself into Bridget's arms for another hug. Eventually, she pulled back, wiping her tears away. Mother and daughter watched as JoJo walked back to the table but veered away from a worried Jared to sit by a concerned Rachel.

"What the hell happened last night?" Bridget questioned, turning to face her daughter.

"Don't look at me! I didn't know what was happening until they already started," Peyton protested.

"Four or five times! How is that possible--I know how it's possible, but on her first night? That girl should be walking bowlegged," Bridget remarked in astonishment.

"Oh, you don't know the half of it. Our little JoJo doesn't need advice for what happens in the bedroom. You should have heard the things she was screaming," Peyton recounted, shaking her head. "That girl watches way too much porn."

"She watches porn?"

"I heard things that I don't even hear coming out of Lana's bedroom," Peyton said, earning a further shocked look from her mother.

---

"It looks like everyone is close to finishing. I should go tell the kitchen to start making our to-go order," Harvey decided. He sat against the wall in a booth with Jeff and Clive. The spot allowed them to discuss his meeting with Fiona quietly.

"I'll go," Jeff offered, starting to stand up.

"No, I'll go," Clive interrupted, placing his hand on Jeff's arm. "I think Marco's had enough of you."

"What? I'm just having a little fun with him. He doesn't mind. I do it whenever I'm in town," Jeff defended.

"I'm going to have to agree with Clive on this one. I don't think he appreciated all your Super Mario Brothers jokes," Harvey remarked.

"But his dad and uncle are named Mario and Luigi!" Jeff pointed out.

"Yeah, but I think you asking if he puts fried Bowser into the pizzas was the final straw. So, I'll go," Clive insisted as he got up and headed to the counter.

Jeff sat glumly until he noticed Harvey checking the time on his phone again.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I want to make sure I'm at the hospital when Willow arrives. I believe her flight is arriving in the next hour, and I don't want Whitney to be alone when she shows up," Harvey admitted.

"Isn't your brother with Whitney?"

"Yes, but Willow and Whitney will walk all over Graham once they start fighting."

"Maybe they won't fight," Jeff suggested.

"No, they'll fight. It's what they do."

---

"I think we should plan something special for Whitney," Ramsey suggested.

"As if you had any ideas that Whitney will find fun," Lacey remarked sarcastically.

"Lace, be nice!" Rachel warned her from the other table.

"Fine, I'll be--hey, isn't that Marcus outside, Austin?" Lacey asked, seeing Austin's close friend through the glass window.

"It sure is," Austin exclaimed, jumping out of his seat.

The rest of Lacey and Ramsey's table could see through the double doors into the other section of the restaurant that Marcus had entered the restaurant. He made his way to the pickup counter, where Austin rushed over to meet him.

"Yeah, you know that Marcus does look familiar. I guess I wasn't that drunk the other night to remember him causing a scene," Jared joked.

"That's not funny," Lacey whined.

"It is when your boyfriend's a dumbass," Lana insisted. Lacey shot her a glare and got up to join her boyfriend.

"No, seriously, Rosita and Tandy stripped in Mrs. O'Dell's private studio. It was awesome. Man, you won't believe who I hook--oh, hey, Lacey! How was your Christmas?" Marcus caught himself as he saw his friend's girlfriend approach.

"Relax, I heard all about the Sugarbees and their striptease at Delilah's party," Lacey revealed.

"You did?! Why didn't you tell me?" Austin questioned her.

"I thought you cared more about my body than theirs," Lacey stated, setting the trap.

"I do! But, I wouldn't mind seeing--nothing. I don't need to see anyone else other than you naked," Austin corrected course. Or at least he hoped.

"Smooth move, Auss," Marcus commented.

"So, what are you doing here?" Lacey asked.

"That right there," Marcus motioned to the counter as a worker piled up boxes. "Hold on."

The teenage couple watched as Marcus paid for six large pizzas. He walked back over to them and set the boxes down on a table.

"Damn, that's a lot of pizzas! You throwing a party and didn't invite me?" Austin joked.

"Naw, my parents' friends are still staying with us for a couple more days. My dad also decided to have a couple of guys from his construction crew over to watch the afternoon game. These guys take their football seriously. Or at least their betting," Marcus chuckled.

"Hi, Marcus," greeted the pretty waitress as she walked past him.

"Well, hello, Sonia. You gonna hit up the big New Year's party tomorrow night?" he inquired of the dark-haired girl.

"Maybe. My dad's making me work in the afternoon," Sonia, Marco's daughter, replied.

"Well, I hope to see you there. You know I can't say no to older women," Marcus responded.

"I'm only a year older," she giggled, moving over to check on customers at a table.

"Even better, girl."

"Always making moves," Austin commented while Lacey rolled her eyes.

"You know it. This party sounds like it's going to be awesome. Milner's cousin is picking us up several kegs. We're going out in style."

"You, not us," Lacey pointed out. "We have the charity ball to go to tomorrow night."

"What?! You're not going, Auss?" Marcus questioned in shock. "You gotta go!"

"Yeah, I told you we have this thing for Finn Singer's mom. It's going to cut down on who goes to Milner's party," Austin reminded his friend.

"Dammit! Hopefully, it increases the ratio of girls to guys," Marcus replied, looking on the possible bright side.

"I don't think that's going--" Lacey began to shoot down his hopes.

"How long does it take you to pick up our pizzas?" a loud voice asked from the doorway.

"Shit," Marcus mumbled under his breath.

The voice belonged to a tall woman with dark skin and long, black hair. At twenty-two years old, Trishelle Withrow had light brown eyes, large breasts, and a curvy ass. An outgoing but not necessarily friendly woman, she lived to be the bane of her little brother's existence.

"H-hey, Trish," Austin greeted nervously.

"Zip it," Trish responded, holding up her hand to quiet him. "If Dad complains about those being cold, I'm telling him you wasted time talking to your friends."

"They'll be fine. I just put them down," Marcus insisted.

"Hey, Trish," Lana interrupted, joining them. "Your brother being a pain in the ass again this weekend."

"Hi, Lana. What do you mean again?"

"Oh, I heard something about your brother showing up on our trip the other night and making a drunk ass out of himself," the older redhead explained with a smirk.

"Aw, hell no," Marcus recalled the story from last night while shaking his head.

"Lana!" Lacey exclaimed.

"Well, I heard he pinched Whitney's ass," Lana continued.

"Marcus, that's not how you treat women," Trish scolded, slapping him in the back of the head.

"I heard all about this bullshit last night. You know I was stuck at home two nights ago, Trish," Marcus pointed out.

"I wouldn't put it past you to sneak out. Oh, Dad is going to love this," the older sister threatened gleefully.

"Marcus wasn't at the cabin!" Lacey shrieked, causing several tables to look over in annoyance. Then, she added at a softer level. "Auss, tell them what happened."

"Uh, yeah, so...I was drunk Friday night, I mean, really drunk, and I might have imagined that Marcus showed up at the cabin," Austin reluctantly explained.

"How the hell do you imagine that?" Trish challenged, while Marcus shrugged and nodded as if these things happen.

"It wasn't my fault! Tarver put the idea into my head. I...I think he told me he was me, and I was Marcus."

Lana couldn't hold in her laughter anymore and let it loose. Marcus stared at his friend in bewilderment. Trishelle appeared to have had enough and grabbed the stack of boxes off the table.

"Marcus, you better not be using ****. Your friend is obviously, and don't think I'm not telling Mom and Dad that you go around grabbing girls' asses," Trish warned her brother. She marched over to the door as her brother sputtered in protest.

"B-but I didn't touch Whitney's ass. Austin imagined it; you heard him say it. I was at home with you!"

"I assume he imagined it because it's what you regularly do," Trish speculated, pushing the door open with her back. "You have thirty seconds. If you're not in the car by then, I'm leaving you."

Marcus stared in confusion as the glass door shut behind his sister. Slowly, he turned to face the others.

"Way to go, buddy. Now I have to deal with this shit at home. Why can't you imagine Max next time? He's the one that likes Whitney," Marcus complained.

"You better hurry. Trishelle means business," Lana reminded him.

"Shit," Marcus grumbled, heading toward the door.

"Hold on, I'll walk with you," Lacey stated

"That's for being a dick to Sean, Austin. I'd keep that in mind if you ever hurt my sister," Lana warned, walking away.

---

"That was so sweet of you," Lacey squealed, hugging Marcus. She'd just finished listening to how he'd helped Aurora connect with Kieran Danforth.

"It was nothing."

"We both know that's not true. Rory's dad is such a jerk," the petite redhead grumbled. "I wish Austin would see that."

BEEP

They could see Trishelle motioning inside the car for Marcus to get inside.

"I'll be there in a second!" her brother snapped.

"Kieran's a good guy. I'll work on a way to convince Austin not to interfere," Lacey vowed. "The girls only gave me a quick rundown this morning. Everyone was talking about Whitney and those articles. I'll have to get the full scoop from Rory tomorrow night."

"Oh, man! I'm going the feeling that this party tomorrow night is going be nothing but the football team," Marcus moaned. He'd just realized that most of the cheer squad would be at the New Year's Eve ball along with girls from wealthy or prominent families. "It's going to be a fight over whatever girls show up."

"Sorry," Lacey replied, patting his arm in sympathy. "I should have got you and Max a couple of tickets."

"Max! Crap, he's probably at my house by now," Marcus said, revealing further how he invited Max and Millie over. He also started to mention how Max took the news about Whitney's accident before he got cut off.

BEEEEEPPPPPP

"Stop flirting with your friend's girl, and get in this car now! Or I will leave you here," Trishelle threatened after rolling the window down.

Lacey surprised both Withrow siblings by flipping off Trishelle. Flabbergasted at first, the college coed recovered to issue a comment about Lacey turning out just like Lana as she raised the window.

"What? It's been a rough couple of days," the petite redhead said, grinning at Marcus' surprised face.

"Shit, it must have been," the teen said, shaking his head. "Well, I better--oh, wait! I got a new project for you after school starts back up. Max might be ready for a little of your matchmaking."

Lacey squealed in delight at the matchmaking opportunity that she'd longed to do. Finding Max a girl wouldn't interfere with her salvaging Sean's love life. She already had a notebook at home filled with ideas for Austin's other friend.

"I already have several candidates!"

---

"No, no, I insist," Harvey said, handing his keys over to Bridget. "I'll have someone else drop me off at the manor."

"I said I could do that first," Bridget argued.

"No, it's out of your way. You and JoJo can stop at your office and pharmacy, and I'll check in on Sean before I leave for the hospital. I'll take one of my other cars."

"We can drop you off, Mr. Diamond," Peyton offered. "I want to see Sean anyway."

"See? The girls can take me in Finn's car," Harvey pointed out.

"If you're sure, then I guess we can do it that way," Bridget reluctantly agreed.

"I'm sure. And if the girls don't mind, they can stay with Sean until you get back," he suggested.

"Yeah, we can do that. Right, Lana?" Peyton called out to her friend.

"Hang out in a mansion for a bit? Sure, I'm down," the busty ginger responded with a shrug.

"Hey, Jeff! Hand me over one of those pizzas for Sean. The rest, you guys can take back to Skye and Newt at the cabin," Harvey informed his friends.

"Um, Peyton, just remember your brother is under the influence of strong painkillers. So don't take what he says personally, okay?"

"Sure, Mom. I understand," Peyton replied. "We'll pull the car up front near the door for you, Mr. Diamond."

"What's your mom talking about?" Lana asked as they walked away

"Uh, don't worry about it. I'll explain on the way over," Peyton answered.