Prologue

"Y'know, I really do hate you." I spat at the incredible douchebag as he picked me up from the bench as our gym coach instructed him to do. I hated the idea of being touched by him, let alone be carried in the old fashioned bridal style. "You're such a prick and I really just hate you so much."

Sprained ankles I can handle, but I really have no clue as to why... people make such a huge deal out of it. I mean, I can still walk, just not that much, but I still can. What the hell did our primitive versions think when they they injured themselves? I don't know; probably celebrate when they learned it was kind of painful and that they made weird sounds when they did get hurt? It's like "THIS IS SCIENCE" in cavemen form, you know, experimenting. I'll just stop now.

He rolled his eyes at me and scoffed, "Really? That's the best you've got?"

"Just expressing myself, did you really think I'd talk to you?"

"Well you did say that I'm a prick and that you really hated me."

"Doesn't mean I'm talking to you."

"But you clearly addressed that to me, because you used the singular pronoun "you" followed with your self-expression of your feelings towards me."

I kept mum for a bit, thinking of a way to counter him but I guess I couldn't. I glanced at him in silence and lo and behold his trademark smirk of cockiness.

"Smartass..."

Okay, I know, he's smart. Actually very intelligent for someone who spend his time banging THOTs, partying, drinking, skipping classes, etcetera. Actually, I think he should be better off as a smartass than being this... THIS. I wanted to, you know if I could, just falcon punch the shit out of him to make him realize that he's just being really... How do you describe those boys in the movies where they're bad boys and they're really hot but they kind of suck? Maybe I can even throw in some combo moves, a hadouken, kamehameha, and a fus ro dah. This guy's got an iron grip on me so I practically couldn't.

Moments later, and I still see no sign of the nurse's office at all. "Could you hurry up? You're walking too slow."

"Maybe I like slow and gentle." Sonic countered with a smile.

I turned to him, my eyes blatantly showing disbelief; this guy just challenged me to a race earlier! Of course I wasn't up for it since the incident before I left home but I was sure as hell wouldn't back down from a challenge, especially when it comes to proving this perverted jerkhog wrong. The twisted ankle thing was just his lucky break; he made me trip on purpose. He knew perfectly what happened on the sidewalk; I mean, he was there! He witnessed it!

My thoughts became filled with comebacks and threw the most inappropriate mock I'd ever said in my whole entire life; I didn't realize the sentence was so ridiculously weird. "I thought you loved it rough and fast?"

Well, there goes my life... dignity... and perhaps also my innocence if this jerkhog manages to snatch it away.

He looked at me, showing a flash of being bewildered, before curling his lips up into a sly smirk. "So you're accepting my offer now, huh?"

I stared back at him, determined to slap him across that cocky face of his. Again, I couldn't because of his death grip, and if I do manage to do so, he'd drop me on my ass.

"What offer?" I asked him, confused. He didn't answer back though.

He leaned closer to me, as if we couldn't get any closer than this, and kissed me full on the lips. I didn't fight back; I didn't bite him hard like I said I would if he ever smooched me. Honestly speaking, he's a great kisser, really. He nibbled on my lower lip, craving for an entrance and I granted it by letting his tongue in to explore my mouth, then I greeted him with my own tongue, interlocking with his.

The kiss felt rough and hard but sweet. I certainly did not expect that, he has mad kissing skills. Well, duh. Player of Emerald High remember? I seriously bet that he's had tons of practice with the ladies, and that he's used the crazy fan girls as practice dummies. They've certainly had fun if they did, s-speaking from a fan girl perspective, obviously. There's no way I'd go crazy for this guy.

But... I feel like I'm beginning to lose myself in the kiss; what the hell am I thinking?! I want to bite his tongue but I couldn't, and I don't know why... Am I getting... turned on?

Can you hear yourself thinking? You've gone insane Amy. Insane; crazy; illogical; absolutely undignified! Put up a brick wall now and save yourself from further contamination! Hol-ee shit gurl, bite him or something, then manage to limp away while he's distracted, do something PLEASE. I know you might have, like probably a fifty/fifty percent chance that you'll manage to get away on foot even if you broke your foot and all.

I felt his lips curve into a smirk again, as if he had won, but I was too distracted at the moment that I didn't mind. I wish I did, because that surely would've made me bite him while he's distracted, but at the moment... I think I'm enjoying it?

Blegh. Erase that, you never thought that at all. Ever.

He pulled away, leaving me in a dazed and flustered state, and showed me a smirk of victory and licked his lips as if he's gonna ravage something appetizing.

"Mmm...Delicious."

I felt my cheeks grow hotter and I felt weird as I turned away his face, speechless after what happened. Normally, I'd have some snarky statement ready for things but nothing came out, absolutely nothing at all. Not even a disgusted sound. That was gross, but I have to admit that... that was a great kiss. HURL. Stop it Amy! You're polluting your own mind with his disgusting shit!

Before I knew it, because I was too distracted with the blaring thoughts in my head, we were right in front of the infirmary. He knocked but there was no answer so he bent down to turn the door handle. The door opened with a creak and revealed that there was no one inside. Sonic went in nevertheless, still carrying me bridal style then set me down gently on the nearest bed to the window, which was the farthest one from the door. I elevated myself to look out he window, as expected the view was perfect for a photo op with nature.

"Huh, the nurse's out..." Sonic observed.

"She's probably busy somewhere."

It's still creepy for the fact that this, where we are right now, is too damn far from the door. I should be worried, but I'm not. I guess I trust him a bit because of what happened a few days back.

He closed the curtain behind him, acting as if nothing happened earlier, "So you'll at least have a look at the outside world." Sonic explained nonchalantly with a sigh, to which I responded to by looking back at him.

"I wish I had my camera," I spoke in a daze while peeking out the window like a little school girl in search for her crush. As you might've guessed, I've always wanted to be a photographer. Not as a job though, I just want to capture these serene moments as a hobby. The green warm colors of nature blends well with the calming color of the sky and its white clouds. The colors of the cars, buildings and the people just blended well together with nature...

This kind of pace seems nice... I like this, it's calming, despite what happened earlier. I feel more relaxed now.

"Thanks... Sonic." I thanked him not because I kind of have to, but I just wanted to. Besides, he chose the best spot for me; beside the window with the great view of the outside world.

And he was silent, probably expecting something snarky to come out of my mouth. I guess this is kind of a good thing? It might also be a bad thing since you can't really predict what he's gonna do.

So, just to make sure of what was really happening behind me–because for all I know, he might be looking at me with his weird eyes and that cocky smirk again– so I turned my head to face him, and well I did really catch him off guard. He just stood there silently, his lips pursed shut, eyes looking down to his feet and... is he blushing? He looks adorable this way, WHY WON'T HE BE LIKE THIS EVERY TIME?! This is like, so not like him, ever.

Well, since he kind of got on my good side, might as well make him not feel awkward.

"Why did you kiss me?!" I acted shocked and disturbed. You owe me for this, Sonic.

"You seemed to like it anyway, what's the problem?" His ears perked up with interest and put that damned smirk back on is face again while slyly cornering me by coming closer, his eyes locked on my lips.

Operation make him not feel awkward backfired on me. This... I expected this, but what the hell–you do not turn into a creepy pervert when a girl asks you that after you've kissed her full on the lips. Seriously, that's weird.

I backed away, my back meeting the cold surface of the wall; the immovable object to blame for my doom.

"WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, STOP WHATEVER THE HELL YOU'RE DOING." I yelled, grabbing the pillow behind me and hugged it for my dear life while I watched him come closer, a dark shade of red resurfaced on my face; I was flustered, and Sonic liked it. A lot.

The blue hedgehog smirked, licking his lips.

"Just kidding," he said before gently craning my head to the side and quickly planting a hickey centimeters away from my shoulder and the base of my neck, making me cry out a small moan as he marked me. Sonic obviously heard me as I could practically feel him smile on my neck. He sensually licked and nibbled on the love-mark, and it felt soothing as his breath blew against the wet surface of my skin. He finally ran his tongue over the spot slowly, sending shivers up my spine.

Ew. It was either a shiver that said, "dude, get the fuck away from me, tha's weird yo," or the shiver that says "you sly mofukah you, stop doing that man, tha's weird". Yes, there's a difference. Spot it.

Then Sonic pulled back and stood casually beside me, moments before I finally snapped out of the daze he sent me spiraling into. I stared at him, barely horrified but incredulously shocked, unable to speak, let alone give him the message that I hate him. I just sat there, staring at him, looking dumbfounded.

His hand cupped my cheek then slowly slid it down to my chin and held it up, his face coming in closer again.

"You're mine."

F_KING HELL MAN. I just keep changing this stupid prologue, and I don't know what to do with this story anymore, just huehghgehgjhoknj.

Also, guys, in here, she's older than her canon self, hence the influence of modernity and raging hormones... and sarcasm... and probably also the ghetto part.

Now, to get some food. Have a good one guys.