"Nice to meet you Kyle," mom says still gazing at Kyle with a big smile. I feel too uncomfortable around all this staring and smiling. I hated it when my mom got so much attention from younger guys and I was left on the sidelines, just staring helplessly.

"Well we should probably start working now, mom, so...yeah." She reluctantly parts her lips then eventually nods her head in understanding then shifts her eyes at Kyle to smile again, her eyes glistening with sultry and enchantment. I pivet to Kyle and acknowledge his own ego. Oh no you don't! Not my mother!

I grasp onto his wrist and drag him away from the passionate aura he seems to be sharing with my mom. I stomp towards the carpeted stairs with my grip still clenched around Kyle's wrist."Oh I didn't know you wanted me that bad," he gushes.

"Oh don't flatter yourself, Carlson," I hiss. I hear his deep husky chuckle behind me. Just as we reach half way up the stairs, my mom pops up at the bottom of the stairs. I deeply exhale at her obvious attraction for Kyle.

"Um, should I bring you guys some snacks or something?"she suggests. I drop my face at her and lightly shake my head in disbelief. Is she trying to publicly ridicule me in front of the hottest jerk at my high school?

"Mom, we're not eight! You don't need to bring us snacks like we're having a slumber party!" I growl, rolling my eyes and continuing to stomp up the rest of the stairs. My hand still tightly gripped on his wrist that at one point I actually thought I was going to stop his blood circulation.

I know I was the one moaning and complaining that she's never on but this new 'motherly' act of hers is not appealing. She just thinks she can show up with no explanation as to where she was and pretend to be the mother she never was? She doesn't get off that lightly. I slam my bedroom door behind us and briefly sit on my bed, crossing both my legs. I rest my chin on my chest and I try hard not to let my emotions show, but I can't stop the tears running down my face. He won't understand why I was crying, probably because he sees no reason for me to cry.

I slowly lift my head up a bit and look up at him, he's standing there, hands in pockets, peering at me with his blazing gray wolf eyes, observing everything I'm. "Sasha, are you crying?" he softly questions me.

I shake my head and softly reply with, "Just hay fever." then sniff a couple more times before wiping the tears. He looks really confused and he is too smart for my games but I need an excuse. And he certainly isn't buying my "hay fever" excuse.

I wait for those twenty one questions. The bit where he would say I was lying and I should tell him the truth. But instead he just nods and starts walking towards me. I instantly shuffle back on my bed and my face drops to plain fear about what he might do to me.

I need to distract him before he attempts to lure me into his wicked trance. "Its just that my mom really gets on my nerves sometimes," I softly explain, my eyes moving away from his and back down to my bedsheets.

"Well I thought she was really nice. I pause. Did I just hear what I thought I did? I glare at him and screw my eyebrows together. Pure act of confusion. Woah! That was weird, hearing Kyle call someone 'nice'. He never uses that word. Never ever! It was like poison on the tip of his tongue. He realises what he's just said and bulges his beady eyes at me and I can feel him trying to recover his own speech. "Dude! I meant she's got a nice ass," he nervously laughs shifting his eyes around my room and fidgeting with his leather jacket.

I crease my eyebrows at him even more and cross my arms in front of my chest with my lips pouted. He holds his hands up in surrender and I just have to laugh because he looks so stupid but yet so handsome and sexy.

"Hey I got you laughing! Kyle does it again! Now you better turn that frown upside down because we've got a lot of work to do. Seeing as I am obviously smarter than you, it's best I take control," he says taking out his books and pens as if he is genuinely ready to study. I swear this boy needs to stop boosting his own arrogance.

I snort a little uncontrollably which makes him gawk at me. "Listen just shut up and let's start the work so we can get this over and done with."

* * * *

"Stop looking at your cell phone every five minutes! We need to get this done!" I moan.

"Sorry, it's just them girls can't keep away from me. You know, my drop dead gorgeous good looks and everything," he says running his hand through his hair and biting his lip at me. Again with the boasting. Not attractive.

"Well obviously they're as blind as you,"I quietly mumble shuffling through the sheets of paper.

"What was that?" he questions me.

Oops obviously not quiet enough.

"Nothing! Now were we we?" I reply, giving him a big fake grin, then dropping it as soon as his focus is off me and back to his cell phone.

"Right, so you're were telling me if I buy a car for $100,000 then sell it myself for $150,000, then I've made me $50 profit?" he questions me with a raised eyebrow.

"Wow you're not all that smart are you, Kyle Carlson?" I chuckle. I really don't think he was getting this 'profit thing' or maybe he's just pretending not to get it so we can kill time. Such a sly little dog. I can read this boy like a book, I'm always one step ahead of him and he doesn't even know it....Or at least I think he doesn't.

He groans then drops his books on my bed and moves his body close towards mine. I hesitate about what to do, so I rest my arms behind me and lean back as he gets much closer to me. He can't do anything to me in my own house with my mom downstairs. He wouldn't dare, would he? "You know we don't need to study, I can just study your body on your bed, right here, right now." I gulp at his proposition as I feel the room temperature increase immaculately. He reaches out his arms and places them on the headboard behind me so I can't escape.

"What's your game, bad boy?" I whisper, letting every word twirl around my tongue. He leans in closer and I reluctantly glare deep into those gray eyes of his, showing that he doesn't intimidate me one single bit.

"My game? Now, now, now...what makes you think that I have a game...I just wanna get to know you," he murmurs. And we all know what he means by 'get to know'.

"Kyle I'd rather kiss frogs than ever sleep with you," I affirm.

He twitches his lips to a seductive half smirk. "Wow that's pretty harsh."

"Yeah and so is this!" I yell, pushing him hard off me, making him tumble onto the floor.

"Owww Sash!" he cries. I snigger a little then break into loud laughter, not being able to control myself. I rapidly get off the bed and kneel on the floor where Kyle is grunting and groaning like a baby.

"Aw baby Kyle, does your head hurt? Do you want mommy to rub it better?' I tease. He doesn't reply so I lean in a bit closer to contemplate his face which is covered by his hands. Maybe he is crying? The thought of Kyle crying because of a little tumble off the bed makes me scoff. Suddenly, I'm gripped onto by my wrists, twisted around and I'm frantically staring at the ceiling with my back hard on the carpet beneath me. Then a hard force pressure on top of me.

"Bet you wasn't expecting that now, were you?" he quietly whispers resting his knees on my legs so I can't struggle any more.

I moan and whimper as I attempt to toss him off but his strength is way too much. I need something to distract him so he can get off me, but what exactly could I do? Ah huh! I know exactly what to do. Okay...think logical, Sash...so I'm dealing with the school's most dirty-minded, horniest fucker! Only one thing can possibly get him distracted. It worked wonders once, it can surely work again. Because this time, it's intentional. Game on.

I arch my back a little and push out my chest, his eyes instantly move down to my chest area and his eyes bulge out which give me the perfect opportunity to push him off me, get him on the floor then me on top. Result! "Now I guarantee you was not expecting that," I slowly say to him, giving him a seductive look.

He bites his bottom lip then smirks at me. I'm dazed by his eyes and how they are penetrating through me, almost as if he has control over me. My whole body softens and my heart is going to literally jump out of my chest. Then all of a sudden the door swings open and in walks my mom. She freezes at the sight she is seeing. Her seventeen year old daughter on top of a boy that she barely knows. I quickly leap off Kyle, straighten myself out a bit and prepare myself for an explanation. She narrows her eyes at Kyle and gives him a threatening look.

"I-I should be off then," Kyle stammers before grabbing all his stuff and making a quick one for the door. He takes a quick look at me, pouts his lips at me then licks them. The front door slams which echoes all the way upstairs.

"Nothing happened! We were just messing around!" I explain myself looking at her helplessly.

"Oh so that's what you call it, is it Sash?" she yells at me, her face filled with rage, I don't quite know what her problem is and why she's yelling like she caught me having sex with him or something.

"Mom! Nothing happened!" I yell back, resting my hands on my hips.

"That's not what it looked like from my point of view! I mean, come on, you're only seventeen. I don't want you taken advantage of!"

"Don't act like you care about me, mom. Leaving me home with Tasha for whole nights then turning up the next day pretending like everything is okay. Playing happy families again! Yeah! Because that's really thoughtful of you isn't it!"

There I said it! How does it feel? Not as good as I thought it would. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" she screams coming closer and closer to me, sounding so aggressive and scary.

At this point I can say sorry and let it all die down but I'm so angry to even remember who she is. So I'm letting anything escape my mouth. "Stop telling me what to do! You mean nothing to me!" I bellow getting closer and closer to her as I say every word with no fear!

She freezes at my harsh statement and takes a few steps back, her whole body weakens. She seems dazed at what I just said. "Well if that's how you feel then why don't you just leave you spoiled ungrateful bitch," she hisses with pure hatred behind her tone.

Well I'm not hesitating to take her offer. I run straight past her, down the stairs and fly out the front door, slamming it hard behind me. It's dark cold and pouring outside. But no way am I going back to the hell house and be in the same room with a mother who only cares about us when she wants to. She's killing us all from the inside out and she has the audacity to call me a bitch.

She deserved everything Mike done to her. All the blood, cuts, bruises and black eyes. She deserved it all. I need to escape the pain, I need to escape all the fury and I definitely need to escape Kyle. I don't want to get too close to him and what happened a few minutes ago was way too close.

There was only one person I could run to, the only place where I could hide and remember him. Just thinking about him makes my heart melt and somehow makes all the pain disappear. I know the route off by heart. Mom used to take me to put flowers down every year on his birthday but she stopped when I turned eleven. She stopped caring altogether.

It takes me quite a while until I finally find the place. I climb over the back gate and make my way across the muddy grass and wet stones, until I finally find him. All alone and not a care in the world. I stare long and hard. All the staring makes the memories drain back, my eyes flood with tears and I bury my head in my hands. I cross my legs on the wet grass then finally lift my head up and peer at the gravestone carved with 'Charlie Pierce 1964-2001 beloved father and husband'.

The tears come back again. I gently move my fingers across the stone and whisper, "I wish you was still here with me Dad. It's times like this when I need you the most. I miss you so much. I love you."

I bow my head down and restart the waterworks. The memories flood back again and I remember how we used to play everyday in the park on the swings and he would always take me to the seaside and collect sea shells with mom. She was always so happy and cheerful. Back then you couldn't keep mom from smiling, but now she's hardly ever in. Like a walking dead person.

The rain pours down hard on me, and I start shivering, but I ignore how my body is responding to the weather and just curl myself up in a ball hoping that might keep me warm. We all want something we can't have. And what I want just so happens to be something I will never get back. My father.

"Sasha is that you?" A voice questions from behind me.

A very familiar voice, but the rain seems to be drowning it, so it's pretty hard to recognise who the person is. I tuck my hands underneath my sleeves and slowly twist my head around to see Kyle standing there in the rain behind me, holding a bunch of flowers.

The rain pours down his angelic face and his bright gray eyes seems to have transformed into a dark midnight blue color, reflecting off the moon's glow and matching the navy jeans he has on. His lips parte a little as if he's about to say something but he doesn't.

What the hell is he doing at a cemetery? He didn't follow me here, did he?