"Raye!" Serena whined to her friend as the two girls made their way into town.

"Serena! Quit your bellyaching!" she retorted back crossly.

" But Raye! You said you were gonna treat me to an ice-cream and soda and THEN you tell me that your also taking that icky icky icky Darien Chiba! OOOOooo and you just know how I loath him." Serena applied emphasis on the 'loath' part.

Raye just tuned out Serena's griping the rest of the way to the Motorcycle shop, where they were to meet up with Darien. He was having some work done on his bike, and asked them to meet him there.

When the girls reached the bike shop, Raye immediately spotted Darien, who was checking out the final result of his bike. Darien was checking out the bike, and Raye was checking out Darien.

"Hi Darien!" Raye squealed with delight. She had had the biggest crush on him since the first time she saw him.

"Hey Raye. Oh and if it isn't meatball head." Darien laughed.

"OOOOooo cut that out right now, Darien!" Serena screeched at him. A very cocky grin appeared on his face as Serena's face got very red and her temper flared.

'God she's cute when she's angry' He thought to himself. He loved to tease her.

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Raye ended up buying Serena ALOT of ice-cream, so that she would have her mouth too full to talk.

After all three persons finished their treats, Raye informed the duo that grandpa needed her back at the temple at three.

She was already late, so she dashed off, saying her goodbye's as she went.

Leaving the two enemies alone on the street.

Without a word Darien mounted his bike and Serena started walking in the direction of her house, when Serena felt someone grab her arm.

Serena clearly recognized that it was Darien, although, he had his motorcycle helmet on.

"I knew it! I knew you just couldn't let me get away without making some sort of snobby remark!" Serena shrieked at him.

He just laughed at her.

"No Meatball-head. I just wanted to know if you have ever been on a bike before?" He asked, his voice muffled through his helmet.

Now Serena had never ridden nor had she ever even sat on a motorcycle before, in fact, she was petrified of the things. But she wasn't about to let this egotistical Jerk know that. No way!

"Sure I have." She lied.

"Really?" He responded, quite shocked.

"Uh, yeah, I ride them all the time. I'm an expert Driver." She said, putting on the best act that she could.

"Oh well, then I guess you won't mind proving it?" His words had a very snobby tone to them making Serena more and more determined to show off in front of Darien Chiba.

"Sure" She said.

Darien Scooted back a little, giving Serena room to mount his bike. After she was seated, He took off his helmet and pushed it over her head.

Serena groaned as her buns were smooshed into her head.

Darien quietly laughed at her discomfort. 'Well if she would wear her hair in a normal style. she wouldn't have that problem.' He thought to himself.

Darien revved the engine and Serena's hands started to shake as she reached for the handle bars. He knew she was terrified, her small body had started shaking the minute she got on. But he knew Serena would be too stubborn to admit that she had lied just to impress him.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall." He whispered into her ear as he placed his hands around her waist to reassure her.

'Wha! Wha! What! Why is he being so nice! and what are his hands doing there!' Serena mentally screeched.

"Well are you going to go?" Darien asked, becoming impatient at the blonde's procrastination.

Serena took a deep breath and stepped on the gas. ZOOM! they were off. Speeding down the street.

'This isn't so bad.' Serena thought as she nearly hit an oncoming car.

Serena had a knack for almost colliding with every object on the road.

'I think this has gone too far.' Darien thought, but before he could stop her, Serena was heading straight for a telephone pole.

Darien could tell she wasn't going to avoid it this time. They were headed for a head on collision.

He floored the breaks trying desperately to veer the bike off course, it only helped slightly.

Darien quickly grasped onto Serena, Shielding her from the crash that he knew was bout to take place.

He didn't know why, but his first instinct was to protect Serena.

The front wheel smashed into the telephone pole and bother passengers were thrown from the motorcycle. All this happened over the course of only a few seconds, but to Darien everything seemed to be going in slow motion.

Until they collided with the pavement, then all reality came crashing back.

After a groan of pain his first thought was 'Serena!', but not a split second after that thought he heard her All-too-familiar whine.

"Get your grubby mitts off of me!" instantly he knew she was ok.

He realeased her and she quickly scampered to her feet. He started to get up, but decided to stay seated as he felt the throbbing pain of an on-setting headache. (He had given his helmet to Serena, remember? )

He cursed as he saw the damage to his bike. It was minor damage but the things that were damaged were costly to repair.

"Wow, Darien." Serena Muttered. "You really trashed your bike."

"ME! Me Serena! YOU were the one driving meatball-head!"

"Well YOU should have known better than to let me drive."

"Oh well, remember this. 'Uh yeah, I ride them all the time, I'm an expert Driver.'

Serena Remained silent. She knew he was right.

"This is gonna cost you almost 800 in cash, Serena, and Yes I do mean YOU. You crashed it, you pay for it." Darien said, as he finally stood to his feet.

Her eyes began to swell up in tears.

"I can't afford that! My parents are going to kill me." Serena bawled.

Suddenly Darien had a very clever idea.

"Hey Serena... I have an idea...and you wouldn't have to pay me a dime."

A look of hope flashed across Serena's pretty face at the thought of it.

"Wha...What is it? Oh please, I'll do anything if I don't have to tell my parents!" Serena pleaded.

"If you agree to be my personal servant for one week, I'll let you off the hook, free of charge." He said with a smirk.

"You mean like, cook for you and stuff?" Serena asked.

"No meatball-head. Are you trying to kill me? I don't need a servant to do those sorts of things for me. No I just want to see you do more embarrassing, diminial tasks for me. I think that's punishment enough." As Darien finished speaking, he saw Serena's face turn blood read.

"NO WAY!" She screamed, clenching her fists. "Okay, then you just go right home and tell your parents that I'll be sending the bill." He had her backed into a corner with no way out, and he knew it.

'Oh God. I can't tell my parents! OOOOooo I have no choice...Its only a week, Right?.. It has to be better than being grounded till I'm thirty.' Serena contemplated in her head.

"Okay, I'll do it, on one condition. My parents can never find out, neither can Raye or the other girls." She negotiated.

"Fair enough" he replied.

"So, do we have a deal?" he asked her, offering his hand out so they could shake on it.

She grabbed his hand and sealed the agreement.

"Deal!."