"What do you mean, 'some one was here'? Who was here?" He questions me as he pulls me close to his chest, with his arms wrapped around my waist.

"I'm not sure. I never saw their face," I softly murmur.

He smoothly let's go of me and storms towards the open glass door. He pokes his head outside so the furious breeze blows his dark hair over his face and past his ears. He snaps his head in all directions before he vigorously shuts and locks the door in one swift movement. His expression turns dark and impassive is imprinted all over him. He reaches over the counter then grasps onto his Blackberry. He quickly punches some numbers on the keypad then holds the phone to his ear. He keeps his eyebrows crossed together as his blue burning eyes remain focused beneath him and he finds a rhythmic pattern of biting the inside of his bottom lip.

"Who are you calling?" I softly ask him as I fiddle around with my fingers.

He doesn't bother to reply. More fury grows as the phone on the other end keep on ringing but no one picks up. "Mind the glass," he points out, with a quick glare to my eyes.

"Sorry," I mumble, my voice barely audible and more hoarse.

I quickly search the kitchen for a dust pan and brush. My heart starts to scare and every blood trickles out my skin, piercing for freedom. Just watching my boyfriend hesitant, depressed and angry makes me feel like I'm taking him for granted. I quickly sweep up the broken glass on the floor and listen carefully as he finally gets someone on the line.

"Yes, Dad...I need you to get private security for the house...what do you mean what for? Why can't you just do it?....Ah! There's someone out for Sasha and the person just broke into the house a few minutes ago but we lost him....No this has not been the first time-well the breaking in part yes!..."

"Get in touch with Officer Parker, we need security everywhere, I want them to come search the whole house tomorrow at precisely 9am after we leave for school-when you catch him I want background information on him and what he wants from Sasha....We need the cops to find out who this guy is and take him down before he does more than just scares Sasha half to death...Or I might just find myself popping a Glock in his mouth and saving everyone the trouble."

"What's going on? Why do we need security? I'm perfectly fine."

He tilts his head up so our eyes finally inter locks and screws his face at me like I've gone completely mad. "Are you insane? Have you literally lost it? You're perfectly fine-fuck no! You are not fine! You are anything but fine, Sash!" he yells with a sarcastic hint of hysterical scoffing in his tone. Wow! The bad boy finally shows his true colors-and even worse, he's taking me for an idiot. How do I get myself in these pessimistic situations.

"I just don't want to cause anymore trouble than I already have."

He runs his fingers through messy his hair then deeply exhale. His cheeks flush a bright rosy color which makes his glowing wolf eyes contrast off the heat. "Just go back to bed," he sharply inhales.

"I don't want to leave you here-" He sighs in irritation which cuts me right off my sentence. He storms towards me. I feel his angry heat escaping with every step he takes closer to me.

My body freezes at a halt as he wraps his hands on my shoulders and shakes me vigorously like a baby doll. My heart jumps with very shake as his fingers claw deeper into my shoulders and his eyes burn with a furious blaze of fire. "Why cant you just fucking do as you're told? Why is it so hard for you to just follow orders?"

My heart beats out of my stomach then leaves scars all over. I stare at my helpless boyfriend as his eyes begin to weaken and his furious eyes start to slowly fill with sorrow. He slowly releases me then takes his own step back in astonishment. We both stand there in complete silence and I start to wonder my I keep falling in love with him more and more each time.

His possessive power over me is enchanting and I can't quite grasp the idea of me pulling away from him but enough is enough. How does his mood switch so instantly in the space of 24 hours? It was only a few hours ago he had me cocooned in his strong arms and he was filling me with sweet kisses and overwhelming words that made my heart melt one too many times. But now its like staring at an eighteen year old boy trying to control his own inner demons who are beckoning him to reunite with his dark side. The Kyle Carlson I believed to be true a year ago. The Kyle Carlson who was carefree and didn't give two shits about girls feelings. The Kyle Carlson who was put into Juvenile Detention Center for starting three different street fights in the richest states. The Kyle Carlson who got anyone and anything he wanted. The Kyle Carlson who wasn't afraid to do anything he wanted. What's changed him? Or even, who's changed him?

"So you've finally showed your true colors," I breathe with poison at the tip of my stinging tongue. He runs his hands vigorously through his hair, to an extent where I thought he might tug some follicles out.

"I'm never meant it like that-"

"You never mean it! Do you, Kyle?"

"I just want to keep you safe. Why is that so hard for you to accept?"

"No! No! Enough with that bullshit! This is not about my safety, Kyle. This is about you being in control and having me on a tight leash. You say 'jump' and I say 'how high?' That's the kind of relationship you want! You never wanted me, you just done it for the pride." The words crumble out my mouth and trickle like tears down the sides of my mouth. A heavy lump fills my throat and my heart breaks a little.

"Its not bullshit if its the truth! I care so much for you its unbelievable!" Then say you love me. Say the word, Kyle. It won't kill. I want to hear you say it. "I don't want you. I need you. And right now, I need you to be safe-please just accept that," he coos me with his soft sympathetic voice again then takes a step forward, only for me to take a step back and hold my hands up for him to stop.

"I don't want you to touch me," I whisper as I feel the tears at the urge of spilling. I press my lips tightly together as his bright eyes widen with curiosity and his lips slightly parts but nothing comes out for a while.

"Baby, please. We'll talk about this in the morning.Just don't get mad. Not 3 am in the morning at least."

"I don't wanna talk, Kyle! I gave you more than enough opportunities to talk to me but you done everything in your power to distract me every single time-and surprise, surprise. Your distraction method is always to start with the neck then work your way down."

"Stop moaning, woman. Wow! Fuck periods! I have my very own hormonal bitch right under my roof. I've never met a feisty girl like you-you're definitely not easy."

"Well, I like to keep my standards higher than my heels. But right now, your hands are not coming anywhere near me."

"Let's sleep this off and talk as much as you want in the morning." He takes another step forward then I quickly hold up my hand warning him to back off. I then lightly shake my head from side to side in silent disapproval. He's not snaking his way into my panties this time for sure.

"I don't want you to touch me.." I pause before continuing. "let alone sleep in the same bed as me," I softly snarl, bringing my arms over my chest then slowly pouting my lips.

"You're bluffing," he hysterically laughs then quickly stops when I raise my brow at him."Oh come on! Where do you expect me to sleep, Sash?'

"I think the sofa will enjoy your company more than I will," I hiss before tuning and heading for the stairs.

"Don't be like this, baby girl!" He calls behind me.

"I'm not your fucking baby girl!" I sharply mutter as I disappear up the steps and re-enter his huge sweet scented room.

I throw myself onto the bed and wait for him to come bursting through the door. But not a creak from the stairs leaves me with any ideas. The bad boy is complicated. The bad boy is moody. The bad boy has hidden feelings. The bad boy can come across as a sadist. The bad boy loves to play games. Only when he knows that he's ahead of the game. The bad boy doesn't like to stand corrected and never, ever, ever, admits to defeat! Kyle, Carlson fits all definitions, which leaves me thinking why the hell am I setting myself up for heartbreak-NO! Kyle loves me. I know he hasn't said but I know its stinging him off the tip of his tongue. Times like this I need a friend. A sister. A Keira to be more precise.

I grab onto my phone by the side and quickly look for Keira's name in my contacts list. My heart races at the peer of her authentic name. But knowing that I haven't seen her for approximately 10 years is hard to take in. I know she's busy and she told me to only call for emergencies so I might as well send her a text-just to see a reply from her. Just to know that she still knows who I am. Her sister. Her blood.

My eyes blur into focus as I say hello to another throbbing headache. My eyes refuse to open fully due to the sun trying to creep in through the blinds. I turn my head to the side to read the time off the digital clock and its only 6 am. More than enough time for me to get up and ready for school. I feel the emptiness for Kyle has the huge bed swallows me up in one go and the space beside me vanishes at my longing touch for him. I guess he really did sleep on the sofa. I keep my head low as I finally find the energy to sit up right, only to be attacked with another throbbing in the head. I tightly shut my eyes then hold my soar head in my aching hands and try to forget last the crazy 24 hours I had yesterday.

From kissing Jacob, to threatening Lexi. From arguing with Kyle to having to the most erotic dangerously hot sex ever. From someone breaking into the house to sleeping on my own. Hey! Who said life is simple? I try to get my breathing under control as I feel my forehead burn under my sweaty palm. I finally get my deep breathing under control then decide to slowly slide my heavy eyelids open. My hearts jumps at his penetrating glare. He sits on the chair with his left leg crossed over his right thigh and his back leaned. I screw my eyebrows at him but decide not to say anything as he continues to glare at me with his bright beady eyes.

"How long you been sitting there for?" I coldly ask him as I flap the sheets over me to flaunt my sexy nightgown which looks for exquisite than he did last night.

"I've been here all night."

"Why?" I question him as if its the most stupidest thing anyone could ever do.

"I like...watching you sleep," he murmurs, tasting the words on his tongue for himself. I sigh at his foolish response then quickly spring up from the bed. I walk straight past him then exit the room and head for the bathroom.

After my shower I head back to where Kyle is still sitting there, this time watching me as I enter. I remain oblivious to him and continue to search for clothes to wear. My body starts to heat up when I have to take the towel off but I remain calm and keep my eyes away from his. I quickly clip on my bra followed by my lacy panties. I let out a quiet sigh of relief, knowing now that I at least have the most important parts covered. I peer at his reflection through my delicate lashes. His posture is very relaxed while he taps his finger against the bottom corner of his lips with his eyebrows knotted in concentration. I wonder what he's thinking...I throw on my ripped jeans which surprisingly manage to zip up in one go unlike my denim skirt yesterday. I remain oblivious to the trapped silence and wildly search for a top to try distract myself, but I can sense Kyle's bright flamboyant eyes all over me like a savage wild endangered animal. Like a predator about to pounce on its prey.

I put on my cream over sized off-the-shoulder jumper-the one with the big black heart in the middle. As the jumper goes over my head, I get a glimpse of a sticky note stuck on top of my phone. I rapidly rip it off and hold it close to my eyes. A big 'Sorry' is written on it in a thick black marker pen with one x at the bottom. I turn to Kyle as he twitches his lips to pull a small smile of innocence. I roll my eyes at him, scrunch up the note then let it drop on the floor. His shocked expression makes an invisible smirk form on my face. I take out my hair dryer and notice another post-it stuck on it. I raise my brow at him at another big 'Sorry' written diagonally across. A small part of me likes his idea of saying sorry, but the bitch within me makes me scrunch it up and this time throw it at him. His smug expression shows that he got the exact reaction he wanted out of me. I blow dry my hair then let the curls fall to place. I slip on my cream sparkly heels, grab onto my handbag and quickly blow Kyle a fake kiss as I strut out the room. Wow that felt good.

I quickly make myself something to eat and rush out the house before I Kyle can catch up with me. Just as I'm about to start up my car, when I receive a text message.

A big grin amplified on my face. I get ready to reply but I spot Kyle leaving the house through the car side mirror. Playing hard to get-back to square one. I quickly start the engine and drive off before he can stop me. I like this new game of mine. Makes me feel in control. I'm not going to speak to him until he mans up, admits he was wrong then apologizes-and makes sure he actually means it. I park my Ferrari and I like the way I'm turning heads. Its the first time I've driven my Ferrari to school after the Spring Break and I didn't think it would grab this much attention. As soon as I step out the car-I feel like a heart throbbing celeb on the red carpet. Texas is the first to run up to the car and start stroking the hood. A bunch of ninth graders quickly gather around. Wow! Its just a car.

"This car is so dope!" Texas gushes as she slowly caresses the hood back and forth."How the heck did you afford this?"

"I didn't. Kyle bought it for me," I calmly state as I look the car then lean on the side.

"For real? I'm telling you. That boy loves you heaps!"

"Yeah I wish I could believe that," I quietly whisper as his beautiful face intrudes my thought and makes me remember all the ups and downs of our crazy confusing relationship.

"He's definitely head over heels about you, girl. But something is obviously bothering you," she softly breathes as her bright green eyes twinkle with curiosity. She tucks a black strand of hair behind her ear then peers at me through her fake thick lashes.

"I just feel like all of this is just his way of distracting me."

"Or it could just be a way of him saying he loves you."

"Tex! I want him to say it in words-not through all these expensive gifts-He feels more like a sugar daddy than a boyfriend sometimes."

"So he hasn't dropped the 'L' word then, has he?" I lightly shake my head then shoo all the ninth graders away from my car with a flick of the wrists.

"Hey, hey, hey, look. Your man's here," Texas softly laughs, with a big smirk on her face but her eyes looking directly over my shoulder.

I flick my head around and welcome in the gaze of his Audi parking directly next to my Ferrari. All the girls crowd around his car like a swarm of bees protecting their honey. I roll my eyes at his never-ending popularity then turn back and raise my brow at Texas.

"Those girls and your man," she sarcastically sighs.

I crack a small smile before I link my arm through hers then lead her into the school. "Are you not gonna wait for him?" she questions me. I take time to think about her question-but not a lot.

"I think he's more than capable of finding me if he has anything he needs to say."

"You've spoken to Lara lately?"

"Yeah, she has her first big broadway showcase in six months and I'm definitely going to watch."

"She's worked so hard to get to where she is now. My foster mom says I'm grounded for a whole year because I came home super late yesterday, but who the fuck cares?"

"I don't even want to know what you was doing for all them late hours."

We finally enter the grand school and prepare ourselves for a long dull day of high school. Today I'm going to avoid Kyle Carlson until he finds the balls to confront me like a real man and say sorry-properly. But obviously, everything is easier said than done-that boy is like a magnet to me. How on earth am I going to fight the temptation?

The lunch bell finally goes off, after a whole two hours of Chemistry with Mr Fraser. I clean up my area with Texas before we leave for the Library. I have a lot of studying to catch up with. I've managed to avoid Kyle for a whole five hours and damn it was harder than I thought it would be. Every corner I turned, he's striking wolf eyes were there to pierce through my guilty conscience.

"You not grabbing any lunch?" Texas asks me as we go into the quiet Library all the way at the top floor.

"Hmm...I might just get something from the vending machine."

I softly purse my lips together as I sway towards the machine. A bar of Snickers, packet of Doritos, some Skittles and the can of Diet A&W Cream Soda. I turn back to Texas as I juggle all the snacks in my arms. Her jaw drops open and her eyes bulge out. I pout my lips at her shocked expression then raise my eyebrows at her. Am I doing something wrong?

"What?"

"Damn, girl. You missing Kyle that much that you need to stuff your face?" she laughs.

"No!...I'm just hungry. Problem?" She holds her hands up in defeat then finds a table in the Library near to the window which faces the school parking lot-near the entrance.