I was stumbling behind a very fast walking Nixon who still had a hold of my hand, with Ethan behind. He smiled at me and gave me what seemed like an accomplished grin when I turned around to look at him. Huh. Weird.

"Nixon can you slow down please I-I can't keep up," I pleaded. He stopped and turned back to look at me and gave me an expression I didn't recognise.

"Get in the car," Nixon opened the passenger door to the Porsche and helped me in.

That was quick. A few seconds later I found myself back inside the beautiful beast. Oh how I've missed this. Rubbing my hand over my leather seat I was in awe like the very first time.

"Woah,"

My thoughts were broken when I heard shouting outside.

"What the fuck?" It was Ethan.

Peering through the window I realised that Nixon had punched Ethan and it seemed like a painful one. Oh cheesesticks. Knowing I had to do something, I started to fumble with the door handle to get out but Ethan put up his hand stopping me.

"It's okay Mara Moo, I had it coming," His voice was muffled as one of his hands covered his nose.

There was even a little blood. Guilt swept in and I realised this was all my fault. Nixon, who seemed to have no regrets to what he just did to his best friend, made his way to the drivers seat and slammed the door hard. Revving the engine, we set off.

"Are you just gonna leave him there?!" I shouted, feeling sober again.

"He deserved it. He's lucky I didn't do worse," Nixon retorted with an angry expression.

"Why?" I noticed his hands tightened around the steering wheel as soon as I asked.

"Mara he brought you to a fucking nightclub. A place which is full of horny drunk creeps. Not to mention the fact that he got you fucking drunk," He spoke with a tightened voice. "God, if any bastard even looked at you," He stopped and took a deep breath like he was trying to calm himself down.

"What would you have done?" I looked down at my lap and played with the bottom of my denim shorts. I was nervous to know the answer.

"I would have buried them alive," He answered in a cool voice. This scared me. A lot. He sounded so serious and sincere, I felt sorry for anyone around me. I definitely shouldn't mention the stranger I was grinding on right?

"Well you don't have to worry, no one looks at me," As I said this with an unintentional bitter voice, I looked to my left out the window.

A second later I felt the same warm electric feeling on my hand from earlier. Nixon laid his hand on top of mine and I turned to peer at his side view.

"Good. They don't need to. I don't need people looking at what's mine," My breath hitched as he said this.

I was just grateful he was still looking ahead as he replied and not straight at me. Not fully understanding what he meant, maybe because I was still a little drunk or just plain stupid, I decided not to say anything back and instead enjoy the comfortable silence.

During that time, I was able to fully take Nixon in. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a black top underneath. He had a light stubble which made him look ten times hotter than usual. His messy hair looked like he had ran this hand through it more then three times.

Oh and the whole time there his hand didn't move an inch.

Minutes later we pulled into a drive and Nixon turned off the car. I missed the warmth of his hand as he finally let go. It was then when I realised that I wasn't at Izzy's house, but Nixon's. What the fudge.

"Why did you bring me here? I'm supposed to be staying at Izzy's she's expecting me," I looked over with confusion.

"If you really thought I'd leave you out of my sight after tonight, you were so fucking wrong,"

"But-"

"Pass me your phone," Nixon pulled out his hand demanding it. With slight hesitation I reached into my bag and handed it to him. "I've text her telling her you're at a friend's house, you're fine and you'll update her in the morning,"

"What about my-"

"Don't worry. She won't tell anyone," Nixon made eye contact with me with an intense look. It was like he was looking though my soul. God I missed his chocolate brown eyes. I was melting into them.

"Well that's good to know," He then smirked at me. Oh balls. I said that out loud didn't I?

"Yeah you did, but don't worry I missed yours too," He smiled at me and then made his way out of the car leaving me speechless and open mouthed. Nixon smiled at me. Like an actual breathtaking smile. And said he missed my eyes. I am so definitely screwed. I'm so glad I was drunk right now.

The sound of my door opening knocked me out of the shock and forced me to face the gorgeous man in front of me. He reached out his hand to help me and I took it, my heart beating twice its normal rate. He lead the way to the front door, unlocking it and letting me go in first.

"Just try to stay quiet, my mom and Nova are asleep," He spoke softly in a hushed voice. Nodding I let him lead up the short staircase.

"Wait," I stopped him in his tracks.

"What?" He looked at me with confusion and with a little concern.

"Nixon where am I going to sleep?"

He simply smirked in response and led me to a small bedroom. Switching on the light, I was able to take in my surroundings.

The walls were painted a light grey, with carpeted flooring. There was a white bed frame against the wall to my right with grey sheets, and a matching white desk opposite. The desk had a simple lamp and a couple of textbooks, accompanied with a full bookshelf next to it. A door at the far end presumably was the closet. This was Nixon's room.

I was in the bad boy's bedroom.

"This is your room," I stated in shock.

"You should see your face right now," He smirked his signature smirk at me. I didn't realise how much I missed that either.

"I-it's nice. I like it,"

"Not what you expected?"

"Definitely not. I was expecting everything to be black and I most definitely did not expect a bookshelf," Walking over to it I ran my free hand over the books.

"You shouldn't always believe the stereotypes,"

Looking back at him, he was watching my every movement with curiosity as if he was trying to decipher my thoughts. I gave him a small smile, which he returned. And there goes my heart.

"So er- clothes," Nixon looked nervous. The bad boy nervous? Ha! Please.

"Clothes?" I asked in confusion.

"Yeah wait here," He walked around me to the door and stepped out a couple minutes later with a pile of clothes in his hand.

Handing them to me, I took them off him realising what he had done. Oh now I was definitely nervous. "You should change and freshen up. They'll be a little big for you but it's better than sleeping in that," He looked down pointedly at me.

"Oh yeah," I chuckled at myself looking down. I was still in my denim shorts and black top. If I didn't know any better I'd say Nixon was staring a little longer than he should have been at my legs. An automatic blush spread its way across my cheeks in embarrassment.

Making my way to the bathroom, I switched on the light and caught a sight of my reflection in the mirror.

"Damn girl, you look awful,"

Scrubbing my face clean with warm water and drying myself with a towel improved things by a hundred. Considering I only have one hand, I did a job well done. I then turned to the clothes Nixon had given me. These were his clothes.

I couldn't believe this was happening right now.

I realised that there was a white t shirt and a pair of black shorts. They looked huge for me but they'd have to make do. Carefully stripping I changed into the t shirt, pretty much a short dress, and the massive shorts. I needed the drawstrings to be tightened but it was impossible for me to do with just one hand. So grabbing my clothes with my cast arm (as best I could) I had my free hand holding up the shorts whilst I walked back to the room.

"Hey Nix-" I stumbled in and stopped dead in my tracks. There stood in my line of vision was Nixon Ford, Coral Springs High School's bad boy, shirtless. And yes I mean shirtless. I mean Nixon Ford, in just a pair of grey sweatpants. If I could use one word to describe my view right now, it would be perfection.

His defined back was to me and he abruptly turned to his left to face me when he heard me walk in. A well defined six pack found its way staring at me and I realised how toned and fit he actually was. He had a single beautiful tattoo on his upper arm. Oh how I wanted to kiss him all over. My hormones were so going to explode. Nixon was quick to put a t shirt on having the nerve to smirk the whole time.

"Are you alright there nugget,"

"Hm? Oh y-yeah, I'm great," I forced an exaggerated smile, even though I was mush on the inside. So that totally caught me off guard. Nixon did a look over of my outfit. I swear his breathing hitched and it seemed like his eyes got darker. Or was it just me? He cleared his throat and spoke a moment later.

"You were saying something,"

"Oh erm I need your help tightening the shorts for me," I retorted blushing. Smirking again, he walked towards me talking my clothes and putting them neatly in the corner.

"May I?" He asked. He was so close to me that it took me by surprise. He was asking if it was okay to lift up my shirt. Well, his shirt. I couldn't bring myself to form a coherent word so instead I just nodded.

I started to help him by lifting it up but he gently pushed my hand away.

"No let me," He was so close and I could hear my heart pounding. I was Intoxicated with his smell and my breathing got deeper. I didn't realise that he was actually staring at my eyes the whole time until I made contact. My mouth was slightly ajar and I was in a trance. Not once did his chocolate brown eyes falter away from mine as he knotted the drawstring. It was the most intense moment I've ever had.

I felt his hands slowly make their way to my hips, one on each side holding them in a soft grip, slowly resting them a little higher at the sides of my waist. My skin felt like it was on fire with his touch. Nixon's breathing had definitely gone heavier and I knew I wasn't imagining it.

As if it was an automatic reaction, we both leaned forward closer to each other. Were we about to have our first kiss? Oh breadsticks, I was about to have my first ever kiss, and it was with the bad boy. My eyes closed automatically and I was waiting but nothing happened. I slowly opened them to see Nixon with a pained expression like he was fighting something. He softly brushed the back of his hand against my cheek and looked at me with a face I didn't recognise.

"Not like this Mara," He took a step back but had a hold of my right hand.

Nodding back at him, I knew what he meant. I was still a little drunk and to be honest all my emotions were so blurred. I can't believe we almost had our first kiss. I needed to be fully sober to talk things out before anything happened. I didn't even know what we were, if we were anything. But right now, I just wanted to sleep.

"I'll take the floor," I smiled at Nixon and his mouth slightly twitched.

"I'm taking the floor, you get the bed,"

I was wide eyed. "What? No-"

"I may be an asshole, but I'm still an gentleman," Nixon interrupted me with a serious expression which I knew meant no arguing.

Sighing in defeat I replied. "Fine,"

Nixon then caught me by complete surprise and kissed me gently on my forehead. Yep. My hormones have definitely exploded.

Ten minutes later, lights were off and we were both settled. Secretly deep down, I was loving being in Nixon's bed. I was in the bad boy's bed. Me, Mara Ellsworth.

I mean being surrounded by Nixon smell all night long?! I could so get used to this.

"Hey Nixon?" I whispered through the dark sleepily.

"Yeah?" His deep voice was smooth in reply.

"You're not an asshole,"

Before I could hear his reply, I knocked out to a peaceful sleep.

****

Groaning, I woke up to the worst pain I've ever felt in my life.

The inside of my head felt like it was a mine and I had a million little workers digging at it with their axes.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty," I heard a deep gruffled voice to the left of me.

Slowly managing to open my eyes, I struggled to adjust to the bright light and groaned loudly out of protest. "No leave me alone, let me sleep Dad," My voice was muffled as I turned to my side and buried my face into my pillow. My voice also sounded a little croaky. I just wanted this headache to go away.

I then heard a chuckle in the same deep voice. "Come on nugget, I'm making you breakfast," Someone then poked me which got me annoyed. Who in their right mind has the nerve to disturb Mara Ellsworth's sleep?

Wait hold on... did the voice just call me nugget? Startled I pushed myself up and turned around to be face to face with a smirking Nixon.

And then I screamed.