Title: Idiot

Author: StarWars-Freak

Summary: "Collin Killingsworth was not a dancer. Collin Killingsworth was, however, an idiot." Set up for Night Shade in Collin's POV, two weeks after Into the Cold Fire. Oneshot (most likely).

Rating: PG for mild language

Pairing: Collin/Jimena

Notes: Because there aren't enough Jimena/Collin's on this site. Not betaed. Look out for Jimena's companion oneshot.

"Idiot"

Collin Killingsworth was not a dancer. He never really got the point of just swaying side to side. But more and more recently he found himself at Planet Bang on Friday nights. Planet Bang – the stupid teen night club his baby sister went. But he wasn't going there just to go. Nope, he was going for a far worse reason: his baby sister wasn't the only one who liked to spend her weekends partying at Planet Bang, her best friend did too. Her really, really hott best friend that is. He was not a dancer. Collin Killingsworth was, however, an idiot.

"Collin, hey," he heard a girl purr in his ear and turned to see Morgan, dressed up in a slinky black micromini dress.

"Oh, Morgan, hey," he tried to sound enthusiastic, he really did.

She started to dance with him without preamble. There was something different about her. She was far more... alluring than she had been just two weeks prior. His brain started to feel fuzzy as his body found hers. He had been such an idiot to not realize how sexy she was. He had been such an idiot to think he should use her to get to Jimena. Jimena was nothing. He was lucky Morgan would forgive him for that. Collin felt the unescapable compulsion to look into Morgan's eyes. Morgan's gorgeous –

"Shit!" he cried, startled as something collided with the back of his skull, waking him from his reverie. He whipped around to yell at whoever had hit him. Only to come face to face with Jimena Castillo in all her vamped out beautiful glory. Jimena... But she wasn't even looking at him.

"You have no busines here, Castillo," Morgan spat out while wrapping her arms around Collin's torso.

"You know that I do, Morgan." Wait, Jimena had business with him? Did that mean she liked him? Why would she tell Morgan but not...?

"I don't think so. You have no claim on him, and we were dancing."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Jimena stepped past Collin to stare down Morgan and hiss something in her ear that Collin couldn't hear. Morgan's eyes were wide with fear for a moment before she regained composure.

"You wouldn't dare. You know the rules."

'The rules to what?' Collin wanted to yell, but he didn't.

And suddenly Morgan was pressed up against Collin again, and he felt the undeniable urge to stare into her eyes.

The thought was broken as pain once again shot through his body, and before he knew it, Jimena was wretching his arm out of its socket as she dragged him through the crowd. Was she really that jealous?

They came to a stop in front of the doors.

"You're lucky you're Serena's brother," she snapped. "Next time, don't be such an idiot."

Nope, he;d never be an idiot again; next time he'd ask Jimena to be his date and he wouldn't have to deal with Morgan; he wondered what she would do if he kissed her right then; well, if her jealously was any indication –

"Collin! Are you listening to me?" Ah, shit, what had he missed.

"Of course..." She glared at his attempt to play it off.

"Next time you see Morgan, run as fast as you can in the opposite direction." And with that, she shoved him out of the club, so he would have ton pay again to get back inside.

Ah well. He was not a dancer anyway.

Collin Killingsworth was, however, an idiot.

But at least he was an idiot with a plan...