A/N: Guess who's baaaaacccckkkkk? Okay, I know it's been a while (feels like it anyway) but I told you all you would see me before I posted "Lazy" and here I am. This story was inspired by Reigns returning to his home town for a live event a few months ago. This was originally scheduled to be a one shot but turned into a two shot instead. Big thanks goes to my good natured writing adversary, benova13, for all the smut convos we have daily about Reigns/Daddy/Bae/Mr. Big Dick. If you want to get yourself in the mood, Youtube "Crown Royal" by Jill Scott. Otherwise, just sit back and relax and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own any WWE superstars. Only my OCs and dirty, filthy, imagination are mine.

"So you're just gonna stand here and stare at her all day?"

18 year old Joe Anoa'i smacked his lips as he turned his head to face his twin cousins, Josh and Jonathan, both of them smirking. Joe adjusted his book bag on his shoulder and shrugged.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Man, don't try to play us! You're doing what you've done for the past two years and staring at Lala like you're scared to talk to her. Shit is kinda pathetic."

"I'm not scared to talk to her!" Joe exclaimed defensively, his voice elevating slightly. He blushed in embarrassment as a few students turned and shot him a dirty look for being too loud in the library. He stepped into the hallway, Josh and Jonathan following him. "I've talked to Londyn a lot this past year."

"Her tutoring you in Chemistry does not count as talking to her Uce," Jonathan said with a snicker. "It's a miracle you even passed Chemistry because I'm sure you were too busy gazing into her eyes instead of paying attention to the periodic table."

Jonathan and Josh's laughter increased as Joe pushed his cousin in the chest, the blush on his cheeks intensifying. He rolled his eyes and turned back around to gaze at the object of his affection for the past two years, Londyn Peterson. He studied her appearance as he tried to tune out his younger cousins teasing him relentlessly. Her black hair was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, her deep set chocolate brown orbs sitting behind a pair of simple black rimmed glasses. She wasn't like the typical girls at his high school. She didn't wear short dresses and skirts. She wasn't into cheerleading and partying. And she damn sure didn't give a damn about him being one of the star players on the football team, mouthing off to him whenever she felt like it. At such a young age, Londyn was her own person refusing to to be like everybody else in their class or for that matter in their hometown of Pensacola.

And that's what intrigued Joe about her.

It really should've been simple for Joe to make a move on Londyn. He was one of the most attractive boys in the school and any girl would've did anything she could to catch his attention. Any girl but Londyn. It was as if she was resistant to his charming demeanor that made every other girl Joe came in contact with swoon. Whenever he would use one of his lines that helped him snag a girl before, Londyn would just roll her eyes and promptly shut him down. At first he felt slighted and decided she wasn't worth his time. It was her loss if she didn't take him up on his offer. But after time passed and she still didn't budge, his intrigue grew. The only girl he wanted was Londyn. But it appeared as if she wanted nothing to do with him and Joe simply was out of ideas on how to make her his.

"Uh oh here comes your woman Uce."

Joe quickly snapped out of his reverie at Josh's announcement, moving away from the door of the library. A few seconds later the door swung open and Londyn emerged. Once her eyes landed on the three cousins, she shook her head.

"You know, maybe if you three actually walked inside the library y'all could actually study and pass some exams," she quipped with a smirk.

"Lala why you gotta be so harsh and cold blooded?" Jonathan placed a hand on his heart and winced playfully. "I thought you loved me."

"Jon, you should already know I don't love hoes."

Jonathan's mouth dropped open as Josh and Joe laughed at Londyn's retort. Jonathan shook his head. "See girl you know you're wrong. I'm not a ho. I'm just friendly."

"Oh really? That's what they call it nowadays?" Londyn tossed a disbelieving glare in the football player's direction.

"Yes! It's not my fault that the chicks flock to me. I mean, can you really blame them?"

Londyn bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing at Jonathan posing in the middle of the nearly deserted hallway, rolling her orbs again. "Whatever." The bell rang signaling the end of the previous period. "I'll see you three goofys around."

"Where you going?" Josh asked.

"Class. Unlike you three jocks I still have to go."

"But it's the end of the school year. Girl fuck that and come hang with us. You know you want to."

"Naw, I really don't." Londyn chuckled when Jonathan and Josh gasped in unison. "I don't need any more rumors to be started about me and Casanova over there being a couple and causing his girlfriends to shoot me dirty looks when they see me in the hall."

"I don't have any girlfriends Londyn. I told you I'm single," Joe declared, holding his hands up in defense.

"Now we both know that's a damn lie. Even if you officially ain't claiming somebody, these girls still fall over you Joe. And they mean mug anybody that talks to you."

"So you worried about some girls jumping you? I thought Londyn Peterson wasn't scared of anybody."

"They don't bother me and I damn sure ain't scared. But I'm not trying to rip out any tacky ass tracks either if they step to me the wrong way. No matter how many times I tell them I don't want your raggedy ass, they still keep trying me. I told you to keep your girls in check Joe."

The warning bell rang interrupting Londyn's conversation with the three boys once again. "Now I'm about to be late messing around with y'all."

"So you might as well just come on and kick it with us. You know despite you trying to act like you don't like us we're your three favorite boys in the entire school."

Londyn glanced at the clock hanging in the hallway and exhaled. She really didn't have to go to class since it was the end of the school year. Attendance for her next class was optional unless you wanted to participate in the study group the teacher was holding for the final exam. But it wasn't like she needed the study group anyway. Londyn was one of the smartest students in her class and could pass the final exam with her eyes closed.

Her gaze landed back on the three cousins and a chuckle slipped through her lips as they tried to give her their best puppy dog expressions. "Fine. You three are insufferable."

"I don't know what that means but it doesn't sound too good," Josh said as he scratched his head. "Whatever." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

Londyn giggled again as the four of them started walking. She exhaled sharply when she looked up and saw Joe walking next to her, a sly smirk on his face as he observed his cousins goofing off with one another in front of them.

"I think you put them up to this."

Joe tore his eyes away from Jonathan and Josh to stare at Londyn. He bit the corner of his bottom lip trying to suppress the grin that threatened to creep onto the corners of his lips, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't."

"Anyway don't act as if you're not excited to hang with me."

Londyn's body stiffened when Joe tossed his arm over her shoulder. The fresh scent of the soap he used invaded her nostrils and she almost felt herself become dizzy from the scent. She quickly shook her head and scoffed, pushing his arm away. "What did I tell you about personal space and germs? I don't know what cheerleader's coochie your hands been touching."

Londyn started to follow Josh and Jonathan out the door that lead to the football stadium but Joe's hand clamping down on her wrist stopped her. Chocolate brown orbs locked on charcoal hued irises, the gaze the two shared so intense it caused Londyn to squirm in his grasp.

"For the final time, I haven't been messing with any cheerleader, hoochie, skank, groupie, or whatever name you call these girls. I like you Londyn. Just wish you would stop lying to yourself and admit you like me too."

Before Londyn could respond, Joe released her wrist and walked through the doors that Jonathan and Joshua exited a few minutes prior, leaving a bewildered Londyn behind.

"Why did I let you talk me into coming here?" Londyn complained as she shut the door to her best friend Camille's black Toyota. She crossed her arms over her chest as she stared at the house standing in front of her.

"Girl what were you going to do? School is out so you can't you use the excuse that you have to study. And you can record your precious television shows so you can watch them later."

"But, I don't like these people Mille. These are your friends, not mine."

Camille dismissively waved her hand at her best friend and instead looped her arm through hers, pulling her towards the house where the end of the year party was taking place. "Girl it's not that bad. You acting like I'm torturing you."

"You're forcing me to be surrounded by brainless and dense jocks and cheerleaders. This is fuckin torture."

"Lala they're not that bad. You just have to give them a chance."

"I don't want to," Londyn grumbled quietly.

Camille ignored her. "Anyway the twins and Joe will be here and you seem to get along with them pretty well. Especially Joe."

Londyn stopped walking and shot her best friend of 10 years a tense look while Camille simply smiled innocently. "For the last damn time, I only tutored Joe and learned not to despise him. That's all."

"Uh huh."

"We have nothing in common."

"Ok girl."

"I can only tolerate him for a few seconds at a time."

"Really now?"

"He has too many groupies."

"And yet, he only has eyes for you."

Londyn rolled her orbs. "Is this why you decided to dress me up like your own personal Barbie doll?" She gestured to the salmon colored sundress and brown flat sandals on her feet. Instead of her signature messy bun or ponytail, Camille fought Londyn tooth and nail for her to let her flat iron her hair and leave it down while also adding some gloss to her full lips. However, Londyn didn't budge on her glasses and Camille decided not to push her luck.

"I mean we're at a party Lala. Time for you to show off your body. And may I add how hot you look?" Camille let out a low whistle as she grabbed Londyn's hand and forced her turn around in a circle. "A certain football player is going to go crazy when he sees you."

"Camille for the last time. Joe doesn't like me. He likes pestering me. There's a difference."

"You know what it's very comical," Camille commented as she looped her arm with Londyn's again and resumed dragging her towards the house.

"What is?"

"You're so book smart yet when it comes to the opposite sex, you're as dumb as ever."

"And lemme guess. You have all the wisdom when it comes to boys?"

"Compared to you, you damn right I do. Everybody can see how Joe stares at you. How he always goes out of his way to talk to you. How he blushes whenever somebody mentions your name. And it's been this way since you told him to watch where his big doofus looking ass was going when he knocked you to the ground when he was goofing off with the twins. But somehow, you don't see it."

Londyn exhaled a deep breath, memories of the day she first met Joe Anoa'i swarming her brain. A small smirk crept onto the corners of her lips as she recalled cussing him out sophomore year to the shock of everybody surrounding her. Pensacola was definitely a football town and therefore the football players were treated as royalty and pretty much got away with any and everything they wanted. But Londyn refused to become as mindless as the other people in town and wasn't going to back down to Joe, even if he was twice her size.

"Look Joe just likes messing with me. Once he meets the newest chick, he'll forget about little ol me and move on. And I can't wait for that day."

"That's cute that you believe that."

"Look if you want me to deal with this damn party and stop complaining every five seconds then you have to stop badgering me about Joe. Do we have a deal?"

Camille nibbled on her bottom lip pensively before eventually nodding. "I guess," she agreed before the two of them continued their walk towards the house.

"Damn man you're so obvious."

Joe smacked his lips as Jonathan and Josh flanked both sides of him while he leaned against the side of the house. He mindlessly took a sip of his pop, not bothering to look at his cousins.

"What are you two rambling on about now?"

"How many times you gonna glance at the door waiting to see if Lala will show up? You got it bad Uce."

"Shut up."

"I mean even if she does show up it's not like you're gonna make a move."

"Shut up."

"It's kinda sad. Never saw you so hung up on a girl. Especially a girl that puts you in your place every time you two talk."

"Shut. Up."

Josh and Jonathan snickered as they watched Joe push himself off the wall and turn around to face them. It had been a few days since his last encounter with Londyn in the hallway and he hadn't seen her since then. Joe didn't know what made him approach her the way he did but he could already tell it freaked Londyn out and he possibly ruined his last chance to make her his girlfriend. Maybe it was time he let go of the dream.

"I'm not waiting on Londyn. I'm just chilling," Joe informed the twins.

"Oh?"

"I just wanted to be myself."

"That's nice."

"Nobody's checking for that girl. Plenty of other fish in the sea."

"You're just gonna lie to us?"

"Nobody's lying."

"You sure?"

"Positive. I can have any girl I want at this party."

"Well something tells me you won't want any other girl once you see what I see."

Before Joe could respond, Josh turned him by his shoulders towards the entrance. Joe's grey eyes widened at the sight before him. Not only did Londyn show up to the party, but she was wearing a dress. And her hair wasn't pulled back. And she looked good.

Damn good.

Joe watched silently as Londyn followed her friend Camille while she greeted a few classmates in the backyard. Despite the tiny smile on her face, he could tell by her body language she did not want to be there. It wasn't a secret that this wasn't Londyn's scene but more so Camille's given the fact that the latter was more outgoing and bubbly than Londyn was. A lot of people strayed away from Londyn because they didn't know how to deal with her cynicism and didn't want to feel her wrath. But that didn't deter Joe whatsoever. He liked a challenge and she was the biggest one he had encountered so far in his life.

Despite her self proclamations of being a lame that went to school and studied all the time, Joe knew there had to be more to Londyn than what she portrayed to everybody else. He saw glimpses of her personality during a few of their tutoring sessions but the moment it looked as if she was inching towards opening up to him, she pulled away. Joe knew he shouldn't have cared about what was the true Londyn Peterson. But he was determined.

And once he set his mind to something, he couldn't drop the issue.

"You're doing it again."

Josh's voice interrupted Joe's thoughts. He groaned and turned to face his cousins. "Doing what?"

"Gawking at her like a creeper. Why don't you just go say hi to her Uce?"

Joe wiped his sweaty palms on the front of his cargo shorts, shaking his head. "I'm going to the bathroom," he said before tossing his red plastic cup into the nearby trashcan.

Once he disappeared, Jonathan turned to face Josh, chuckling. "He's got it bad."

"I know right. At first Lala was the one fronting like she didn't want him. Now he's fronting like he doesn't want her. I'm getting tired of these two. It's been two years! If one of them don't make a move, I'm going to lose it!"

Jonathan nodded his head, sipping his bottle of water. The twin brothers suddenly turned and locked eyes with each other, a lightbulb going off in each of their heads. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Hell yeah. I think Joe just needs a nudge in the right direction," Josh stated, quickly pulling out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?"

Josh ignored his brother as he swiftly typed a text. Once he was done, he slipped his phone back in his pocket. "Just calling in a few reinforcements that's all."

Confusion sprawled across Jonathan's face as his eyes darted around the crowd. His gaze landed on Camille and he watched as she pulled her own phone out her purse. A few seconds later, her lips curled upward into a smirk and her own eyes landed on the twins, slyly nodding her head. Jonathan chuckled.

"Lala and Uce gonna snap."

"Yeah but it'll be worth it. Trust me."

"Let's play a game!"

Londyn stopped herself from rolling her eyes as Camille's gleeful voice caused her to tear her eyes away from the game she was playing on her cell phone. Her brow raised curiously as Camille walked in the middle of the yard holding a random water bottle.

"A game? Are we in grade school?" One of the cheerleaders that was hosting the party, Samantha, sneered.

Londyn and Camille's heads swiveled to face the girl, disapproving expressions decorating their faces. As much as she was upset with Camille for dragging her to the party against her will, she wasn't going to stand by and let somebody talk to her best friend any type of way. Londyn parted her lips to tell the girl off before Camille interrupted.

"Well do you have any other ideas on how to have some fun because quite frankly I'm bored to tears Sammy," Camille replied with a phony smile on her face. When Samantha didn't respond, a triumphant gleam appeared in Camille's eyes. "That's what I thought. So who's all in?"

"I'm down," Jonathan agreed. He turned to face his brother. "What you say Josh?"

"Cool," Josh said simply from his spot in the lawn chair next to Camille. Camille glanced to the side and smiled warmly at him. Londyn bit her tongue to stop gagging loudly at their desperate attempt to hide their growing attraction for each other and failing miserably.

"Joe what about you?"

The moment his name left Camille's lips, Londyn's gaze gravitated towards Joe, who surprisingly hadn't said a word to her since she arrived. He had been so quiet Londyn almost forgot he was still there. However, the hairs standing on the back of her neck informed her that he was indeed still there. She didn't know what it was but even without him saying anything to her, she still felt tense knowing he was there. Londyn shifted uncomfortably in her chair as the group waited for Joe to respond. Her eyes traveled over his appearance of a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a plain white t-shirt. His outfit was understated yet a fluttering sensation still appeared in the pit of her stomach when he looked up and their eyes locked briefly.

"I don't care," the football player answered, tearing his eyes away from Londyn.

"Ok, I'm gonna take that as a yes. So what does everybody wanna play?"

"Wait you're not going to ask me if I want to play?" Londyn asked her friend, the irritation in her voice obvious.

"Of course not because you don't get a choice. You're playing Lala." Camille smirked when she heard Londyn mumble a curse as she leaned back in the plastic lawn chair. "So any ideas guys?"

The group of teenagers murmured amongst themselves for a few minutes trying to decide on which game to play when Camille snapped her fingers excitedly. "How about Spin the Bottle?"

"Oh hell no," Londyn objected, realization smacking her in the face as to what her best friend was up to. "Nothing good ever comes out of playing that game."

"That's why it's so fun." Jonathan rubbed his hands together nefariously and chuckled with Josh.

"Nope. I refuse. I'm not playing some damn Spin the Bottle."

"Ok, well what about Truth or Dare?" Samantha suggested.

Londyn turned her head to face the blonde cheerleader to scold her for picking such a game. Before she could, she caught sight of Samantha staring at Joe dreamily, twirling a strand of her hair on her index finger. It was clear as day that she had her own selfish reasons for her suggestion and it involved Joe. Once the thought entered her mind, Londyn bit her bottom lip to stifle the jealousy that she felt rising within her.

"That's a stupid idea too," Londyn quipped without flinching.

The twins started to chuckle at Londyn, amused at her attitude. "Well Lala I don't hear you offering any suggestions. So either you pick, Spin the Bottle or Truth or Dare," Jonathan told her, grinning. "Because like Camille said, you're playing a game with us. You have no choice."

An exasperated sigh tumbled from Londyn's lips as she dragged a hand over her face. "Fine. Truth or Dare."

"Perfect!" Camille clapped her hands happily and plopped down onto the chaise lounge that Josh was sitting on, leaning forward and propping her elbows onto her thighs. Her eyes wandered around the small circle of people before landing on Londyn. The two friends shared a knowing glance, Camille doing her best to hide her smirk at Londyn visibly scowling. Before Londyn could object, Camille quickly turned to face Joe.

"Truth or dare Joe. And you can't pick truth!" Camille stated in a sing song voice.

Joe's brows furrowed together in confusion as Josh and Jonathan chuckled. Londyn silently gripped her nearly empty water bottle, apprehension creeping inside her body at Camille's sneaky plan churning inside her head. Camille was treading on thin ice and it was taking everything Londyn had to not snap at her.

"How you just gonna tell me I can't pick truth?" Joe asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Because I can. So ready to hear your dare?"

Joe slyly glanced at Londyn out the corner of his eye, observing her leg bouncing erratically. He had an inkling of what Camille was up to and the idea clearly wasn't sitting well with Londyn. Joe wasn't in the mood to be dealing with Camille and his cousins' games either but he didn't want to be a party pooper.

"What is it?"

"I dare you to..." Camille trailed off, slowly building the suspense with a wicked gleam in her brown orbs to match her coy grin. "Give Lala a lap dance."

"WHAT?!" Londyn and Joe exclaimed at once making Josh spit out the water he was drinking.

"Oh hell muthafuckin no. No. You've lost your mind. Nope. Not gonna happen."

"Oh girl stop being lame. Just a quick 10 second lap dance."

Londyn shook her head vehemently and crossed her arms. "I don't want his crotch nowhere near me. No telling where it's been."

Joe's eyes widened as he stared at Londyn. "You act as if I'm diseased."

"Well if it walks like a duck..."

"You would be privileged to get a lap dance from me."

"Privileged?" Londyn laughed loudly, wiping imaginary tears from her face as she placed a hand over her heart. "I would be privileged to have you awkwardly sway your hips in front of me in an attempt to woo me? Boy please. Betta shake ya ass for one of these other chicks that wanna fuck you."

The twins and Camille released exasperated sighs as the rest of the small crowd chuckled softly. On cue, Londyn and Joe were at each other's throats again. This was not what Josh, Jonathan, and Camille had in mind at all and it was clear if they didn't intervene, their plan would be ruined quickly.

"Ok, since the lapdance idea isn't appealing to either of you, I have another option Joe. But you have to pick one or the other. No exceptions."

Joe's grey eyes that were blazing a hole through Londyn focused on Camille, an apprehensive glint in his gaze. "What?"

"7 minutes in heaven with Lala."

"Oh trick, you trying to get cut today," Londyn threatened her best friend, turning to glare at her.

"Why all the dares include her? Clearly neither of them are interested." Another cheerleader named Tiffani folded her arms and smacked her lips.

"This is my dare so I get to choose what they are. When it's your turn you can choose what the fuck you want to. Got it?" Camille rolled her eyes and turned back to face Joe, her scowl quickly being replaced by a wide grin. "So what's it gonna be Joe?" she asked, glancing at her wrist to look at her imaginary watch. "Time's ticking."

Joe bit the inside of his jaw as he weighed his options in his mind. His mind tried to convince him that neither choice was appealing. He was tired of Londyn's bitchy attitude towards him and didn't want to deal with it anymore, ready to move on from the crush he harbored for her for the past few years. However, a small voice whispered that he was definitely interested. He didn't know exactly what would happen if he chose either choice, but he was hoping that it would finally lead to the wall Londyn built around herself when it came to him to tumble down.

Without a word, Joe stood from his chair and stalked towards Londyn. He firmly grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her to her feet, leading her away from the small crowd and towards a small storage shed while he ignored her protests and the whistles from his cousins and other football players. Londyn tried her best to squirm out of his hold, but he was too strong for her to overcome and before either of them knew it, they were settled inside the shed, Joe kicking the door closed and standing in front of it.

"What the hell Joe?!"

"Look we don't have to do shit. Just let them think we're doing something so they can get off our damn backs."

Londyn rolled her eyes and folded her arms, leaning against the opposite wall as she stared at her mauve colored toes. "I'm going to kill Camille. Okay maybe not kill. But extremely hurt. Or maybe I'll just shave her bald. Yeah, that'll do the trick."

Joe couldn't help but chuckle at Londyn's rambling. "You act like being in here with me for seven minutes is a bad thing. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't wanna do Londyn."

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Call me Londyn."

"It's your name isn't it?"

"But nobody calls me Londyn unless they're my parents. Everybody calls me Lala."

Joe shrugged his shoulders. "I like being different. Anyway I think it's a pretty name."

Londyn's head lowered more as she felt a warmth rush to her cheeks before she could stop it. Why was she blushing at Joe saying her name was pretty? Usually she would just roll her eyes and make a snide remark but now she was trying her best to stifle a breathless giggle from leaving her lips. Londyn shook her head of the thoughts and raised her head.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"What's your real name?"

"Joe."

Londyn laughed. "Do you think I'm stupid? You don't look like a Joe."

"How does a Joe look like?" Amusement dripped from Joe's voice.

"Not like you dammit. Now what's your real name?"

Joe dragged a hand down his face and exhaled, realizing Londyn wasn't going to drop the interrogation. "Leati."

"Leati," Londyn repeated. "Yeah Leati suits you better."

An indescribable shiver ran through Joe's body at the sound of his birth name rolling off of Londyn's tongue. Joe wasn't sure why he divulged the information to her. The only people in his high school that knew of his real name were Josh and Jonathan and that's merely because they were family. But nobody cared to ask him either. Yet he had to admit he wouldn't mind Londyn calling him by his first name whatsoever.

"Thanks. I think. I'm never sure whether you're complimenting me or not."

"It was a compliment. But don't get cocky now or I'll have to burst your bubble," Londyn warned making Joe grin.

A brief silence filled the shed, neither teen knowing what to say to the other. Joe awkwardly shuffled on his feet, reaching inside his pocket for his phone to check the time, ready to return to his seat.

"Why?"

Joe glanced up from his phone and gawked at Londyn, his brows knitting together. The single worded question was spoken so softly he wasn't sure if he heard it clearly. "What?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you always go out of your way to tease me? You never do that with any other girl. It's like you get some twisted pleasure out of it."

"You call it teasing. I simply call it trying to hold a conversation with you and you being bitchy towards me."

"Did you just call me a bitch?"

Joe shook his head and sighed, pointing an accusatory finger in Londyn's direction. "See that's what I mean. You turn everything around all the time. It's like you can't accept the idea of somebody willing to talk to you. Like it's unacceptable or some shit."

"That's not true."

"Could've fooled me."

Londyn wrapped her arms around her body defensively, twisting her foot nervously. "It's just..I mean I..." Her voice trailed off and she ripped a hand through her hair in frustration, gathering it off her sweaty neck. The weather outside wasn't blistering but being inside the small shed and in such close proximity with Joe increased her body temperature immensely.

"What is it Londyn? You've never had a problem saying what was on your mind before so don't clam up on me now."

"Boys like you aren't supposed to give girls like me the fuckin time of day."

The moment the statement left her lips, Londyn clamped a hand over her mouth, her brown orbs widening in shock. Joe's face remained unreadable as he found himself stepping away from the door and closer to her.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Just forget I said anything," Londyn pleaded.

Joe instinctively grabbed her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. A sigh of relief filled the shed when she didn't immediately pull away."Londyn what do you mean boys like me aren't supposed to give girls like you the time of day."

Londyn exhaled in exasperation and smacked her lips. "Don't tell me you're a dumb jock Joe. Look at all those girls out there that wish they were with you in this shed right now. You can have any girl you want, willing to do anything you want and agree with anything you say. And they're fuckin beautiful. Why would somebody like you bother to deal with a foul mouth, cynical plain jane like me? It must be some sort of bet you lost with your friends."

"Londyn-"

"I mean, I get it. Football season has ended and you all need some way to pass the time. What better way to fool the naive, unsuspecting tutor into thinking you have a thing for her? Hell I don't even think that. But Camille she's fuckin convinced that you like me."

"Londyn-"

"But why would you. I've told you to fuck off plenty of times, always gave you a hard time since the day I met you, and have been nothing but a rude, condescending, vile-"

"DAMMIT WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!"

Joe's roaring voice startled Londyn quiet, her body shaking from the sound. An apologetic expression appeared on Joe's face as he turned Londyn's body to face his fully.

"I wish you could see what I see."

The statement caught Londyn off guard, the air inside the shed becoming thick and almost suffocating her. The way Joe was looking at her as if an internal battle was waging on inside of him left her unsettled because the same battle was going on inside her mind. Part of her wanted to run out the shed and walk home since Camille drove, pushing this encounter out of her mind. But she couldn't move. She knew by the time they left this shed, things would change between the two of them completely but she didn't care. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

"What do you see?" Londyn heard herself ask.

A tiny smirk crept onto the corners of Joe's lips as his free hand stroked the side of her face softly. "A beautiful, strong willed, intelligent, vulnerable, feisty, stubborn, interesting young woman," he replied. "Has it ever occurred to you that the reason I don't pay any of those other girls any attention is because I'm not interested. I told you I've liked you since sophomore year. I didn't lose a bet with my friends. But I truly do like you. I was just hoping you would give me a chance."

"But you never asked me out."

"Because every time I tried to strike up a conversation with you, you tried to bite my head off."

"You used corny ass pick up lines. That's not a real conversation."

"I'm in high school. That's how boys in high school start a conversation."

Londyn giggled quietly, her cynical side of her mentally berating herself for sounding like one of those airhead cheerleaders that constantly fawned over Joe. Before she could recoil back into her shell, Joe pushed a stray hair off her forehead and stepped closer to her, eliminating the remaining space between the two of them. Londyn gulped nervously.

"None of those girls can compare to you Londyn. I'm just waiting on you."

"Me?"

"I told you I'm not going to make you do something that you don't wanna do."

Londyn's breath became hitched in her throat as she stared into Joe's enchanting grey irises, becoming lost in his stare. What exactly did she want? did she want to forget about what may happen once they walked out the door and allow herself to do something she never done before in her 17 years of life: lose control and dive in head first. Or did she want to slap the taste out of his mouth for invading her personal space and rush out the shed?

Londyn stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips against Joe's. She didn't know what she was more surprised by: the fact that his lips were so soft or the fact she actually kissed him. This had been a long time in the making. The tension that blossomed between them since the moment he collided into her smaller frame had been so overwhelming, Londyn was surprised it didn't boil over before then. But she was happy it had now.

Before either of them could truly enjoy the kiss, the door was swung open making both Londyn and Joe jump away from each other, the latter bumping into a few flower pots and making them clatter to the ground.

"Time's up," Josh announced, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"Uce there's no doubt in my mind that you two made the most of your time in here." Jonathan laughed and gave his brother a high five as Camille scoffed and shook her head, unable to erase the grin on her face.

Londyn rubbed the back of her neck and avoided Joe's gaze, afraid if she even looked in his direction her face would turn into a deeper shade of violet as reality slowly consumed her. Without another word, she pushed past the three football players, grabbing Camille's hand and dragging her away, not bothering to turn back to glimpse at Joe.

A/N: R&R for Part Two. :-)