(Ricky's P.O.V.)

I rested my head on the steering wheel, my hands limp on my lap. I can't believe Adrian told me that she loved me. No girl has ever told me that and actually meant it. What do I do? Should I go back in and tell her that I may love her? Do I even love her? Well let's see...

I think Adrian's beautiful. That hair is gorgeous. I love it when I pull on her hair during sex and she purrs my name seductively, Ricky. Her body is sexy. Her ass is plump and her breasts are juicy melons I like to suckle on. Ugh, I think I lust after her. What qualities do I like about her? I like the way she's stubborn and refuses to let any man control her. She has inner beauty. Lots of it. I lift my head off the steering wheel as a tap on my car window disrupts my thinking.

Its Adrian. She is dressed in a tank top and a mini skirt. Her eyes are red and I notice something in her hand, but I don't know what it is. I notice its raining outside and I open the door to let her in. She smiles at me gently and then sighs. I take her hand in mine and kiss it. "Adrian." I breathe. She looks at me, brown eyes filled with pain and misery. "Please don't speak. The silence speaks for itself." She sighs lowly. I open up her closed fist and realize its the necklace I gave her for Christmas. The necklace says, Forever, on it. She drops it in my hand and kisses my cheek softly, whispering in my ear, "Forever was a long time ago. Now is the present. Tomorrow is the future, and Ricky I don't want you in my future."

I stare at her, my eyes glazing with anger. She presses a finger to my lips and says quietly, "Don't say anything. Let me speak." I nod and wait for her to speak. She says slowly, "Maybe it was wrong for us to hook up. We're only teenagers .We don't know what love is. We have no idea what the future holds for us. Let's stop this before it goes further. I need someone that will love me for me, not just for the sex. I thought you were that someone, but I guess I made a mistake. I'm sorry, but I don't think we should be together anymore, except as friends. Amy needs you more than I do."

I gasp at her silently. "Adrian, I can't believe this is happening. You say you love me and then you take it back. That's a selfish thing to do, my kitten. I bet you can't last a week without us having sex." She snaps at me angrily, "Yes I can. I can last longer without sex than you can." I laugh, "Alright. The game is on. You and I are the players." She says stubbornly, "Ugh, you're so mean. You torture me so much." I shut her up with a kiss and stick my hand up her skirt, my hand stroking between her thighs. She lets a tiny moan escape her lips, "Ricky, stop. I will win the bet." She takes her hand and grabs my privates and squeezes hard, "Now don't make me hurt you. Now go away!" I groan in pain and mutter, "You bitch!" She slaps me and I see tears rolling down her face, "You were using me! I should've known. I was stupid to think you actually love me." I laugh, "You actually thought I loved you! Yeah right! I was using you and I got what I wanted to." She cried and went to unlock her door.

I locked it and grabbed her wrists. I slammed her against the seat and said, "Don't you ever touch me there again unless you plan to pleasure me. Do you understand?" She shakes her head. I raise my hand, ready to strike her and I hear a voice screaming, "Don't you touch her Ricky Underwood!" That voice is the voice of her friend, Grace.