"What you doing here?" he asks, with the pouring rain draining out his deep husky voice.

"Was just about to ask you the same question," I reluctantly respond, pushing a strand of wet hair behind my cold ear. The thunder starts approaching but I'm way too cold and feeble to react.

He glares at me with his blazing vindictive gray eyes but doesn't say anything. After a long while of silence, he finally thrushes his hair with his fingers and deeply exhales "Why don't we go back to my car and talk there," he suggests holding out his hand. I shake my head instantly, giving it no second thought. I swivel on the wet squelchy grass to face the gravestone again. "Look Sasha, its freezing cold, let's just get in the car."

I don't want to leave my Dad. Not for anything, not for anyone, especially not for Kyle! I know he will eventually give up anyway so I remain silent, hoping he would just walk away and leave me be. I start to shiver a bit, but I don't want him to notice. I pull my knees up to my chest and stare at the gravestone again. I feel his ghostly presence hover behind me but its probably my mind playing tricks on me. By now he would of have given and left me solitary. Let's just hope I'm correct. I slowly turn my body around back and the hot creep is still there. Incorrect once again. "Are you still here?"

He rolls his eyes at me then starts storming towards me. "I'm not gonna give up on you, Sasha Pierce," he breathes as he scoops me up from the ground like a delicious selection of ice cream and drapes me of his shoulder, with his muscular arms securing me by my thighs. I shriek and bark, attempting to punch and kick my way out of the powerful hold. But Kyle Carlson, is just way too strong for me.

"Kyle put me down now!" I wail.

"Sasha, shut up! I'm not gonna hurt you, this is the only way I'm going to get you to talk to me."

"Kyle I have rights you know, my lawyer will hear about this!" I shout still trying to get myself down. He's way to strong. His broad shoulders presses against my stomach and his strong arms are tightly wrapped around my wet legs.

"You have no rights over me Sasha! You're my mine!" he chuckles.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that. And maybe one day, if you wish really really hard it might actually come true." We approach the dazzling Mercedes Benz and he finally decides to drop me like I'm a dead beat animal he discovered in the wild and he's about to parade me around in a circus full of hungry high school boys. I'm not impressed.

"So we're by the car, what exactly is it you wanted to talk about?" I ask crossing my arms in front of my chest and raising my eyebrow at him. He fidgets recklessly with his shaky fingers and starts to look around he'll helplessly.

"Why don't we go for a little spin?" he softly suggests. Does this guy really think I'm that much of a retard? He's obviously underestimating me. I scoff at his proposition then swivel my hips to walk away, but he quickly grabs my arm. "Please," he whispers, eyes still attached to mine like a powerful magnet. The opposites are definitely attracting at this point and they're too strong to be pulled apart.

Oh, I wish I could say no, but those big soft gray eyes are just too much for me."Fine," I groan annoyance when really inside I feel like breaking into song because one of the most hottest guys in school has asked me for a "spin" but another part, couldn't care less.

He opens the passenger door for me, I hesitate for a while before I slide inside the car and I languidly put the seat belt on, still looking around worried stiff about where he might take me. Eventually he comes into the car too and starts the roaring engine.

"Ah put your seat belt on," I warn him.

"Aw you don't want me to get badly hurt," he croons at me with a tight smile on his face and his gorgeous eyes which are now glowing and reflecting off the moon's light. I swear his eyes change color every minute. Mine are just a boring dull brown color, life's so unfair sometimes. But when they're in the light, they might just tint a lighter shade of brown. But only just so let's not get too carried away.

"No I just don't want to be a witness, because I'll deny ever being in the car with you."

"You know Sasha, you're a right bitch sometimes," he mumbles pretending to be hurt, pouting out his bottom lip then slowly starting the car.

"And you're a real slut, did you know that Kyle!" I reassure him then giving him a big smile. He shakes his head in disbelief but smiles back. For some strange reason he's actually making all the pain go away...

No! Wait! I didn't mean that!

We hit the road, I'm still a bit on edge as to where he's taking me. I mean this guy's hit the cells like five times already, he could be taking me anywhere. I mean...anywhere - that ranges from his bedroom to an old abandoned warehouse in the middle of fuck knows where.

"Can you just tell me where we're going please," I moan, breaking the afflicting silence.

"Sasha, it's a surprise, just please stop worrying, like I'm going to rape you or something...I'm not like that - I get enough boobs and ass as it is, raping is irrelevant because the chicks just keep running back to me."

Again, with the ego behaviour. Get a hold of yourself and stop flattering your own ego."Well I hate surprises!"

"Well tough luck! You're gonna get one anyway!" he cheerfully announces, turning his head towards me, flicking his hair at the same time then giving me that signature smirk that made me all hot and flustered.

Now imagine that in slow motion! slower, much slower- Wait! why am I feeling like this! almost like I was enjoying his company...hmm awkward much. I'm definitely sure my emotions are playing ticks on me again or maybe I'm actually starting to like him! Sasha, stop crazy talking and pull yourself together woman!

Times like this I'm so grateful God didn't give us all the ability to read each other's minds, because mine's so messed up right now...

**KYLE'S P.O.V**

"Can you just tell me where we're going please" she pleads me, bulging out her gorgeous brown eyes which are really visible now that we we're in the car.

"Sash it's a surprise, just stop worrying," I laugh, eyes still on the road, only glancing a couple times at her just to see her reaction.

"Well I hate surprises!"

"Well tough luck! You're gonna get one anyway!" I tease her, turning my head, trying to catch a glimpse of her expression at my statement. But she doesn't breathe a word or even a threat and instead turns her head to face the car window and starts fidgeting with her cardigan sleeve.

This girl is really different. Yeah, most girls by now would be snogging my face off and dropping their pre-wet panties for me, but this bitch is too much of a...well a bitch!... But I think I like it...

"Why do you keep fidgeting?" I question, peering at her from the corner of my eye.

"Oh no reason. Why do you care anyway?"

Oh she's a difficult one. This one's not going to be easy to seduce. Play it cool, Kyle, play it cool. You've got this."So I can't care about you now?" She doesn't respond. And instead just sighs the glares out the window again. If only I could read her mind.

"I don't see why you should," she mumbles not even looking at me in the eye. I have no other reaction to this but to scoff. She snaps her head towards me and glares at me. Woah! She looks so sexy! I know sooner or later she will give into my great looks and sexy body. I have this one definitely in the bag. "You haven't really showed much caring in the past in the way treat girls, Mr Carlson," she mutters under her breath but I still hear her. She really needs to drop the attitude but it turns me on so much, it's unbelievable. She's playing hard to get. I can read this girl like a book, she'll eventually be begging for my big, fat-"Hmm so no comment to that then," she sarcastically remarks interrupting my thoughts.

For God's sake woman, just shut up and pounce on me already. She looks like one of them girls that like it rough with whips, handcuffs, blindfolds and all that erotic crap...yeah you get the picture.

"Ah we're here now," I say as I drive up to my porch and park my car. She looks gob smacked, her mouth stays wide open and she stares straight ahead See, I knew she wanted to suck me off. Her head snaps towards me and her face transforms to an angry expression, her eyes narrows and she clenches her fists. I raise my eyebrows at her then run my fingers through my gorgeous knot-free hair.

"You dragged me in your car for me to see this! A house?" She yells at me getting right close in my face, her warm breath brushing against my lips and her eyes piercing at me.

I laugh a little before I reply with, "Look Sash, you looked really cold so I decided you needed somewhere warm to stay."

"What made you think that I needed somewhere to stay?" she hisses, punching her fists at the car seats.

"Sasha, I wasn't born yesterday." She raises her left brow at me then folds her arms. I hated it when girls gave me that look, normally I would just ignore it but for a strange reason I felt like I needed to explain myself to her. "After I left, you and your mom had a massive row, you stomped out the house and attempted a runaway?" I shrug as if what I had just said was perfectly normal.

"You really shouldn't make accusations, Kyle," she slowly mutters looking less violent and more defeated.

"And you really should try lying a bit better, Sasha," I chuckle tapping her on the nose then opening the door to get out of the car. The rain has settled down now which is a relief, my hair has only managed to dry.

I stroll over her side of the door then open it for her. She nervously looks at me. Did she think I was going to rape her or something? Ha! The thought of that made me laugh out loud. She gapes at me then kisses her teeth. I smile at her then hold out my hand for her to get out the car. She knocks my hand out the way then stomps out the car barging past me. Woah I was not expecting that, this bitch is feisty, hopefully she stays that way when I'm doing her tonight! I lead her up to the door, unlock it then gesture for her to walk in. She starts fidgeting again and playing with her sleeve until she eventually obeys my orders and walks through the door.

"Wow! Is this where you live?" she inquires looking around the room, examining every object in the room both high and low and running her fingers delicately on the shelves.

"It's not much but it keeps me away from all that shit that happens at home," I sigh taking off my shoes and my wet leather jacket and flinging it on the radiator.

"Trouble in paradise then?" She quietly exclaims looking over her shoulder at me with a sweet smile on her face. I'm so happy I finally got her to smile again...

-No! I just want to get her clothes off already, I'm such an impatient person. I need boobies to soothe my pleasures.

"Wouldn't really refer to it as a paradise. My mom bought it for me a few years ago," I laugh then freeze for a bit. I keep having these awkward "freezing moments" and I don't know why.

"So you don't live with her then?" she continues to interrogate me still looking soaking wet. The erotic and sexual things that are passing through my head at this moment are hard to contain. Then everything snaps back to reality and I reassure myself on what she had just asked me, I hesitate for a while before answering, "No. She don't."

I don't want people knowing about my mom, especially not her. She nods in understanding then continues to observe objects. Its so nice when she's just observing and not speaking. Women should be seen and not heard right? "Look Sasha, go take a shower, you look shattered," I calmly suggest placing my hand on her shoulder, making her slowly twist her head around to face me.

"What?"

Did I stutter or something? I'm pretty sure I was clear enough for her to hear me. "Go take a shower. You look shattered!" I repeat myself, this time slowly pronouncing every word to her as if she is a little toddler learning her first words.

"Yeah I heard what you said, you jerk. But why you being so nice to me?"

Why can't this bitch just be grateful and take the fucking shower? Stubborn little whore. "Sasha! Just go! Up the stairs, second door on your right then help yourself to my clothes in my bedroom, first door on your left," I snap, twisting her body by her shoulders and pushing her up the stairs.

"But-but-," she tries talking, but I don't give her time to even breathe a word.

My tactic is to be super nice to her, fill her with all that soppy love shit that girls like hearing then get her into bed. It always works. She finally starts walking up the stairs. I'm so surprised she didn't march right back down and attempt another failed attack on me like she did in school. "By the way, the lock on the bathroom door's broke!" I yell at her! Maybe that would get her attention more.

She swiftly turns on her heel, "Kyle you prick! I wonder how many girls have used that bathroom with that same lousy excuse!"

I break into laughter, gripping onto my sides because I finally get the reaction I want from her. You see, I have that kind of affect on girls but then they'll just get on their knees and know the deal. "Sash I was just kidding. Look I'll be waiting for you downstairs after you're done!" I shout back then wink as she turns to walk back up the stairs. Her ass is looking too nice in those tight jeans. The sooner she gets them off the better. I have a spectacular feeling that tonight is going to be a good night for me! Everything is going to plan. If I can get her into the shower then I can easily get her into bed no problem.

* * * *

I sitting here on my PlayStation 3 playing Call Of Duty:Black Ops, no I'm not addicted to it I just like playing it when I'm not getting any ass from chicks. Wow I wonder why women take so long in the shower?

"Typical. You boys and you're game consoles," her soft voice whispers behind me.

"Sash you wouldn't understand the amount of love I have for this game."

It's true, I have too much love for my PlayStation 3. Partly because my mom bought it for me and also because it's way too addictive. Yes I admit it now. Happy?

"I see you helped yourself to my t-shirt and shorts."

Her puckered lips stretch out into a warm smile and she lowers her eyes to her feet. Yes! She's smiling at my remark! This is a good sign right? Sasha's getting embarrassed.

"Well you did say 'help yourself'," she innocently shrugs folding her arms over each other and rubbing then smoothly. Wow she's super cute-I mean she's super hot ! Like as in "bang-able" material, just like her mom. Her mom could be a M.I.L.F - she could get it.

"Yeah I suppose, come sit," I gesture for her to sit next to me, but my eyes still glued to the screen. I'm hoping she forgot about the talk I promised her at the graveyard. "You hungry?" I politely ask her. My mom's taught me to always make my guests feel more than welcome, especially if they were planning on staying over night. They would need a lot of energy for the night ahead of them.

"Not really, I'm actually quite tired," she yawns, bringing her knees up to her chest.

"Why don't you just sleep then."

"Because I'm scared you might rape me in my sleep," she honestly admits.

Is she just joking or is she actually being serious with this whole 'raping' situation? This girl is too hard to understand. By now, if it was with any other girl, we would've of been past second base by now. But this one's a little teaser. I don't think she knows the affect she's having on me. "Sasha I would never hurt a girl, especially not one as beautiful as you." I hope that flattering attempt worked. I never call girls beautiful, that's like social suicide. I'm Kyle Carlson the 'too cool for school' hot head, that word doesn't exist in my dictionary and never will.

"Okay Kyle, drop the act, I know what your game is," she hisses.

Dammit Busted! "Look Sasha, stop being so difficult. Just go up to my room and go get some sleep, you look tired as hell!" Why is this girl so feisty? Don't get me wrong I like feisty girls, because I like to tame them myself, but I can't tame her. She has a mind of her own. And I don't like that I'm not in control of her. Why can't she just be more like her dumb blond friend Lara? She was such an easy lay ha ha! Such a little noble purified virgin girl, waiting for me to take away her innocence.

"Kyle stop it! Just stop it! Stop pretending to care, because I know you don't!"

I'm actually fed up now! I might as well just bang her in her sleep. No no just kidding..."You know what? Forget it! You can sleep on the sofa for all I care!" I don't mean that...No! Yes I did mean it!

She can stay downstairs and freeze, I should of just left her outside to freeze to death, make my life a lot easier. That's when the silence creeps up on the room and we both just sit there looking at each other with nothing to say. "Fine I will," she eventually replies with a cold lifeless tone.

"Fine!" I cross my arms in front of me. I don't want to be mad at her, but it feels as if it's the only way to show I'm more dominant and she has nothing over me. I helplessly watch her as she curls up on the sofa and faces away from me.

Why does it feel like I'm about to vomit my heart that's been broken into a thousand pieces. What is this feeling? It better not be heartbreak because I'm the heart breaker not the other way around. Fuck this shit I'm going upstairs to my room and sleeping. This girl is messing with my head and I'm not gonna let her. I walk up the creaky stairs, giving her small glances as I approach the top of the staircase. But her face stays glued away from me. I enter my room then lunge myself onto the big monstrous bed of mine.

Why am I feeling like this? Why can't I get her into bed, I'm Kyle Carlson for God's sake, I'm the bad-ass, the pimp, the one that any and every girl wants. All I need to do is get Sasha to sleep with me then my fantasies will be fulfilled. But I can't bare to see her get hurt-

-Shut up Kyle! You don't give two shits about this girl-

-But-but she's so beautiful-

-Enough with that word! Kyle fix up before you come across as being "soft".

Oh gosh I'm not actually having an argument with my conscience am I? But which one should I listen to...Kyle dude! Just sleep, stop thinking about all this emotional shit, you're not a chick.

Let me just go downstairs and check up on her, it's not like I care about her or anything, just want to see her. No particular reason.