Fact about me, Brokenrussiancrawl: I wonder what it would be like to live in a small town. A place where everybody knows your name…and unfortunately, your business? Ever watch Gilmore Girls?...do you think that small towns are anything like that. I'm sure it's not as fast talking…but it could be similar to what you see in the show. City girls like me wouldn't understand…

Hassle

"Warren!" Layla exclaimed in exasperation as he shoved another freshman out of his way while walking down the hallway. He always did this even though he knew that Layla didn't approve of his methods of walking down the hall.

"What," he asked in fake innocence. Layla glared at him and smirked down at her. "It's not my fault that they still haven't learned to stay out of my way."

Layla rolled her eyes at him as they continued down the hall to her locker. She and Warren had officially been dating for two whole months and she couldn't be happier. Warren was still the gruff bully that he had always been, but when they were alone and it was just the two of them…he was different. Almost kind. Secretly-for she would never mention it out loud-she was glad that he saved his kindness just for her.

"Hey! Are we still on for tonight?" Magenta asked as she came to meet Layla at her locker. As always, she ignored Warren and he ignored her right back. Layla fought the urge to roll her eyes at her boyfriend and best friend.

"Of course," Layla smiled at her friend who gave her a relieved smile.

"Good, I need to talk to you about something important." Layla frowned at her best friend trying to think of what it could be that she had to tell her.

Warren decided now was the perfect time to start talking to Magenta again and drawled, "What, you need advice on how to confess your undying love for Stronghold?" Layla elbowed him in the side and he winced as he took a step away from her.

Magenta glared at him before turned around and walking stiffly down the hall way, hands balled into fists at her side, breathing heavily. Layla had never loved her best friend more than in that moment. She knew that Mage didn't take the bait to pick a fight because of her and she was glad.

Layla knew that Mage hadn't been the happiest person in the world when she and Warren got together, but she was putting forth the effort to be nice-or, well, ignore Warren. This was working our pretty well-for now. But like all good things, they come to an end. Layla couldn't help but wonder how huge the fall out between the two would be. It had been simmering under the surface for so long Layla was surprised that it hadn't boiled of yet.

But it was coming. And Layla was trying to prepare herself for the blow out that was sure to happen.

"Was it something I said," Warren asked sarcastically.

She turned to face him and she could see the smirk on his face as he continued to watch Magenta march down the hallway. "You know, you could at least TRY to be nice to her." She scolded him for what felt like the hundredth time today. "She has been nothing but nice to you since we've started dating."

"Nice," Warren asked. "Purple over there has been trying to sabotage our relationship since before it even happened!"

"What?"

"I know what she says to you when she thinks I can't hear her. Or better yet, I'm sure she knows I can hear her and doesn't care in the slightest. I think she wants me to hear what she says."

Layla gapped at him like a fish out of water. "She does not!" Lie. "She encouraged our relationship!" Half-truth. "She even likes you…some times." Lie. Lie. Lie!

Warren barked a laugh. "Oh Hippy, you had me going there for a second. We both know that Purple cannot stand me. I accept this. She knows that I do not like her. She accepts this. For your benefit, we try to be nice to each other when you are around, but when an opportunity presents itself to you, you have to take it." Warren shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"For one day, can you just be nice?" Layla asked with false hope.

Warren stared at her as he placed his hand over his chest and dramatically exclaimed, "I think that might just kill me."

Layla tried as hard as she possibly could not to smile at his teasing, but found it harder than she thought. She shook her head and turned away from him to gather her books for the following classes.

"So, what time is she leaving?" Warren asked suggestively. His breath sent shivers down her spine as he moved closer to her to whisper in her ear. "Maybe I could come over once she is gone."

Layla bit her lip to suppress her moan. She closed her locker and turned around to face him. He was still bent forward so that he could whisper into her ear. As she turned to look at him, he smirked and stepped closer to her, backing her up into her locker. Warren leaned in to her and placed his hands on either side of her head, effectively trapping her in. Not that she wanted to go anywhere at that moment.

As she looked into his eyes, she could see something shimmering in them that had become more frequent. It was desire; Layla was sure of it. At first, she didn't know how to react to it; she would pretend that she hadn't seen it, or laugh it off with a lame joke, or, as she hated to remember, fumble out of his bed while making an excuse to run away from him after a really hot make-out.

Now when she sees that look, she tentatively encourages him. Like now, she usually blushes and looks down at the ground while she nibbles on her lower lip. Then after a moment, she will gain courage that she didn't know she had and would look up at him threw her lashes and smile at him shyly as she reached forward to play with the lapels of his leather jacket. Layla almost cheered in excitement as she saw his already dark brown eyes turn almost black.

"Maybe," she finally whispered in agreement as she pulled on his jacket with her right hand, effectively bring him closer to her. She stood up on her toes and whispered, "I'll call you and let you know if you can come over for a booty call."

She leaned back a little to smirk at him as her he groaned and then kissed his cheek. Layla moved to walk away from him, but her caught her arm gently and swung her back to face him. Warren slipped his hand into her unruly red hair and bought her face to his as he growled, "It's a date," before his lips came down on hers and she gasped into the kiss. He took that moment to deepen the kiss and she practically melted against him, dropping her books and slipping her arms around his shoulders as his other arm brought her closer by sliding around her waist.

After a minute, Warren pulled away from her, releasing her quickly and she stared up at him with a dazed look on her face. Warren bent down to pick up her books that she dropped unceremoniously to the floor and handed them back to her with a huge smirk on his face.

Layla could say nothing as she took her text books back and watched him turn and walk away.

"See you later, Hippy."

After much thought, I have decided to write a sequel. Many have asked for it, and I hope you enjoy.

Please note: I may not update for long periods of time with school and work coming up…but just like Trouble, I will not abandon this story!

Please R&R. Reviews make me happy and let me get ideas that I can use when I am going through a writer's block.