I wait until I hear the door close completely and the lock turn before bursting into laughter. Wait, lock?

"Did you just lock us in?" I ask, my head popping up from the far side of the bed, half way across the room.

"Don't worry the key is in the door if you wanna leave" He says amused by my sudden panic. He returns to the bed, still holding my plastic cup. "What's in this?" He asks, taking a sip of it, before I can even answer. "7Up?" He glares bemusedly at me and places it on the bedside locker.

I nod my head and gracefully stand up form the floor. Pulling the hem of my dress down before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Alcohol may be my friend but I'm not it's. It usually gets me into trouble so we're taking time apart"

Flynn snickers at me and climbs back onto his position on the bed, which is the side near me. I mean why not sit in the center? It's all his bed.

"So the school's 'bad boy' lives with William Turner?" I turn to face him, continuing our conversation.

Flynn resumes the film trying to ignore my questions.

"Yeah, ya can't really choose who your mam falls in love with" He finally interjects.

"Your mam's marrying his dad? That's so sweet. When's the wedding?"

"Couple of months" He says in a bored tone. He eyes flickering from the TV to me. "You don't exactly strike me as the kind of girl who'd like weddings"

"Who doesn't love weddings?" I quiz, bemusedly. "Two people promising their eternal love to each other. It's cute" Flynn says nothing but just resumes the movie, shaking his head slightly. "So does everyone at school know you and Will are brothers?"

"No, only Benji and a few of Will's friend, but they won't say anything. They're too afraid of me to" Hew says without taking his attention from the TV.

I slip my feet out of my heels and crawl across Flynn's legs to the emptier side of the bed. I cross my legs and place a cushion between my legs so that Flynn can't get a glimpse up my dress.

"Make yourself comfy, why don't ya?" Flynn glares at me, pausing the TV yet again. If he keeps doing that he'll never get to the end of it.

"Thanks" I say with a sarcastic grin, pushing my fringe from out of my eyes. Flynn's glare hardens. "What? You'd swear you never had a girl in your room before!" Flynn's glare falters slightly. His eyes flicker away momentarily. "Holy shit, you've never had a girl in here?" I gasp giddily.

"And risk girls finding out about Will, like you just have" He admits, rolling his eyes at my giddiness of this discovery. "Are you going to piss off or what? I'm trying to watch a film"

"Oh pretending to be the hard man" I say mockingly.

"Pretending? Oh that's right, nobody's as bad as Ms trouble over here" He smirks sarcastically at me but his eyes are twinkling with amusement. "so bad-ass she's hiding on her nerdy boyfriend"

"He's not my boyfriend" I huff. If only Flynn had been downstairs to witness Anthony's continuous offering of his hoodie to cover me up or suggesting that we leave, and not for any other reason but to get me home, alone! "Not that it matters to you anyway" I conclude coldly.

I stand on the bed and step over his legs, jumping off the bed. "Thank you" I say genuinely as I retrieve my shoes from the floor.

"For what?" Flynn looks at me puzzled.

I shrug my shoulder. "For letting me hide out here... and for not punching Anthony downstairs" I give a tight lip smile.

"I don't know why you're even dating him" Flynn says as I stroll towards the door. "You're too good for him" He exclaims. I stop walking and turn to face him. Did Flynn Murray really say that? "Anthony will never approve of who you were, or are"

I nod my head, confirming what I already subconsciously knew. "It was kinda the last straw when he dissed my outfit" I extend my arms, displaying my dress.

"I don't know any normal guy who wouldn't find you hot in that dress"

I feel my cheeks blush, suddenly grateful that I'm so far across the dimly lit room and he can't see it. "Hold up, was that a compliment from Flynn Murray?" I stare at him trying not to laugh.

"No, I was just stating the obvious" He bites back a smile, trying to deny it.

"Whatever, thanks anyway" I smile at him. "By the way, one of thee best movies ever made" I glance at the TV where Bruce Willis' face is paused on the screen. Flynn resumes the film and Bruce Willis bursts into life.

I turn and extend my arm for the door, suddenly remembering that he locked it.

"Trouble" Flynn calls and I look over my shoulder at him. "You can stay and watch, if you want"

I turn completely, glaring across at him.

Was he actually being serious? Flynn, who's never had a girl in his room, is offering me to stay and watch a film with him.

Regardless, Die hard is one of my favorite movies and I am going to watch it, whether he really wants me here or not.

I scurry back across the room and bounce onto his double bed, dropping my heels by the side of the bed. I lean against the headboard and pull my knees up to my chest.

I feel Flynn's eyes on me the entire time..

"Stop looking at me" I say extending my hand and slapping him lightly. "What the fuck?" I hiss when Flynn pauses the film. I didn't even get to watch a minute of it. "Why'd you stop it?"

"Seriously?" He glowers.

"What?" I question, genuinely unaware of what's wrong.

"You just slapped me" He states.

"So?"

"So, I told you I'd only let you away with it once. This time you're going to pay"

"You're joking right?" I chuckle slightly amused by his seriousness.

His face remains stone-like as his eyebrow rises.

"Flynn please" I turn slightly to face him and lean my head against the headboard. "I'm not in the mood for fighting you right now" I look at him with wide, pleading eyes. I'd never actually tried giving the 'puppy dog' eyes before but I'd often seen girls doing it.

His eyes flicker over my face and before I know what's happening, I feel Flynn's lips pressed against mine.

Mine betray me, instantly responding to his kiss.

My heart races and I feel a tingle spread through me, triggered simply by his touch.

What is this feeling? Why had I never felt this before?

His lips part from mine and his mischievous smirk spreads across his face. "This isn't over, Trouble" He states and turns back to the TV, resuming the movie as if nothings happened.

While I'm left gazing at him, gobsmacked.

What the hell just happened?

One minute we're arguing and the next he spontaneously kisses me.

Did it really happen?

I turn my attention back to the movie and sit quietly watching it. Somehow ignoring the screams of the drunken teens downstairs and the thumping of the music as it gets louder. Although between you and me, I don't think the music is beating as loud as my heart right now.

His kiss, runs through my mind. Had he only done that to torment me? This had to be one of his tactics.

"You irritate the hell out of me, do you know that?" I proclaim to him.

"I know" He says sounding satisfied and I see a slight smirk on his face.

Asshole.