My black hair was pulled into two plaits and I wore a sports bra with shorts that were pretty much just pants. Not much fabric in total but that didn't matter to me as the sweat would keep me covered and the hot sun would only heat me up to the extreme. My trainers were well fitted and as I went to leave a voice was heard from not too far behind me.

"Where are you off to?" He asked and I only looked down. Taking in my appearance and looking back up to him. My eyes giving off a bored look.

"For a run. Do you fancy joining me?" Jaren pretended to think about it before he gave me the honest answer of not wanting to go at all.

"Thought so. You pretend but I know you are only into sport when it involves some of the fittest dudes ever. I mean, Andy Murray in shorts and you are there." He laughed at my comment and he said something but my earphones blocked him out. I could think of nothing more to be said.

My music was blaring until the run had just about finished. My last second sprint was in complete silence as the zone was made for me. The road was crossed and when I had finished warming down I got into the house and got showered.

It wasn't until I had washed that I realised my mistake and died inside. To get into my room I would have to pass Jaren and he was facing out. My towel wasn't even there and so I had to do it. My head popped out from the bathroom and I looked around spotting the man of the hour.

"Hey, Jaren. Can you do me a favour?" After a moment he stood from the position he had been in and walked up to the bathroom I was hidden in. Hoping to avoid his eyes and hoping he didn't do anything stupid.

"Can you go into the airing cupboard and grab me my towel? I washed it last night so it is clean. Could you also grab a top for me to wear? If not I can just wear the towel but my tops are in my top big draw." He had barely listened but off he pattered to grab my towel and then he returned.

"One of my tops were in the airing cupboard so you can just wear that." I thanked him and his kindness before closing the door to change. The top on my body, reaching the middle portion of my thighs. The sun had left my skin a few shades darker than usual but I was already well tanned. My towel had been wrapped around my hair and the dirty old clothes were in my washing basket. Jaren's was relatively empty as well.

My body emerged from the shower and I was well aware of the wind that ran all the way up my legs. I tiptoed through to my room and almost got there when I saw that Jaren was walking up the steps and so I had to pass him. Only he wanted to talk to me. Bastard.

"Hello." His tone was bone-chilling and it sent even more shivers through my body.

"You seem to be in a rather unfortunate and a rather vulnerable position. So Miss Ella. I give you an ultimatum. Don't worry I will not make it bad. If you tell me your real and full name I shall forget and you may even be able to keep my top. You are a fan of this stranger things yourself I believe or, you can continue to keep this secret from me and I will wait until you are properly covered and then tickle you." He tried to hold Octavia in his arms but she was too large and so he had to accept the fact that would only be stroking her as she stayed firmly on the floor.

"You really want to know? Let me put some underwear on and I will give it a sturdy and long thought." He laughed. He did not really believe that I would but in truth, the game had reached its peak and so I would tell him my name and I saw no reason not to.

"You know, your voice doesn't match your face. You look like you should have quite a deep voice. I mean, maybe when puberty is in full swing you will," I joked and he gave a loud and jolly laugh in response to me.

In a matter of seconds, I was dressed and then walked out of my room. My hair was in a bun on my head. Again. Jaren was in his room being Jaren and I walked up to the frame of the door. My head resting on the frame and all of our games seemed to make me smile a little wider than I was already.

"Mr Smith." As I said his name he looked up at me. I still wore his top but I had my usual sports socks and I still required underwear. My bra was needed and even I knew it. Despite the pain bras could cause.

"You really are going to tell me?" I nodded and he walked right up to me. Pulling me to a safe distance while checking me over.

"Sorry. Making sure you are all right. Now, if you will." We sat on the edge of his bed and I felt like he was actually interested for some crazy reason.

"Eleos Grace Fitzgerald." Jaren had a mouth as wide open as I had ever seen before and I moved my hand to close his mouth. I gave a hug to him to try and diffuse the awkward and frankly unnecessary silence but he only made it worse by tickling me a little.

"What a fancy-ass name." I laughed as we laid on the bed together with my legs that had automatically wrapped around his waist. My arms still around his shoulders and a smile gracing my lips.

"Do you often get girls that way?" As I was asking it I was regretting it but some parts of life happened and sometimes those are the times we cherish the most.

"I have used it before. Obviously, you can't be as fit as me and use basic lines like 'do you like my 12-inch cock?' mainly because I lack such a size but also because dick pics are in the past."

"Does that line normally work?" He raised one of his eyebrows and looked at me. As if he was asking me. I laughed and pulled my head back slightly.

"You tell me." I was laid on my side right at his side. My body fit between his arm and his core with my hand still on his shoulder but the other was on my waist. His arms had pulled me closer until our lips had nearly met.