A/N: Well, I guess I lied. Looks like this is going to be a two-shot :) So here is the much requested next chapter in the story Not As Innocent As You Thought. Thanks to all of those who favorited, alerted, and reviewed the first chapter :) Also Happy Easter! :)

Summary: Revenge is sweet :)

Rating: T for some language and what not

Disclaimer: Dylan wouldn't exist if I was the author of the Maximum Ride series and unfortunately he does so I guess I didn't write it. Bummer.

Payback's a B*tch

Three days. That's how long it has been since the hot tub incident. I've been keeping a watchful eye on Iggy, waiting for his revenge to strike. Just waiting. It's pure torture. It's worse than being forced to sit through a Jersey Shore marathon. Yeah, it's that bad. Knowing how devious Iggy's mind can be has me jumping at every noise, and screaming when my toast pops up from the toaster. I wish he would just get it over with, but he's doing it purposefully. He loves seeing me frantic.

"Boo." I yelped and turned around to face a smirking boy. Speak of the devil. "Someone seems a bit jumpy lately," Iggy noted with cocky grin, and I sent a glare his way in return even though he couldn't see it.

Ignoring his comment I asked, "What's for dinner?"

"Are you sure you want to eat my food? Who knows, maybe I'll poison it," Iggy retorted still having that gorgeous smile on his face. Smartass, I thought in my head.

"Well, I'd rather not starve so I'll take my chances," I shot back.

"Okay, what would you like?" Iggy questioned, opening up the refrigerator.

"Surprise me," I said with a smile even though I knew I'd probably regret that later. Maybe he'll just put that little incident behind us.

Iggy's eyebrows rose in shock and a devious smile played on his lips. Or maybe not... "Alright, I'll call you when it's ready," Iggy said, closing the fridge.

I eyed him cautiously and he stepped closer to me until we were about a foot apart. "What's wrong Ella?" Iggy teased innocently. "Don't you trust me?"

"I'm rolling my eyes Ig," I announced while taking a step back. "Plus I wouldn't get your hopes up on getting me back. I'm not easily fooled."

"Is that a challenge?" Iggy said, stealing my words from a few days prior.

"Ha-ha funny," I remarked with fake laughter. Iggy smiled in return and took another step closer. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and then leaned our foreheads against each other.

"Payback is my middle name," Iggy breathed and moved away before I could close the distance between us.

"Jerk," I muttered and received Iggy's trademark smirk in return.

"Not as funny when it's you, is it?" Iggy pointed out and I sighed.

"Come on Iggy," I said stepping in front of him, "I'm dying here." My hands found their way around his neck and I continued, "Forgive me?" I started leaning in, but before my lips could connect with my heaven Iggy pulled back.

"Ooh, so close," Iggy admitted. "And to think I thought you were innocent..." I playfully slapped his arm and smiled.

"Call me when dinners ready. I'm pretty sure Max and Fang will be the only ones joining us tonight," I said.

"Cool," Iggy smirked and I left the kitchen.

"Well it looks like it's just me and you," I informed Iggy with a fake gag as I took a seat at the table. Max and Fang were too busy at the moment to come down for dinner, and told us to eat without them.

"You're not so disgusted when that's me and you up there," Iggy joked, shooting his crooked smile my way. I couldn't stop the rosy shade that appeared on my cheeks.

"Shut up," I mumbled, putting a slice of lasagna on my plate.

"Make me," Iggy countered grabbing a drink from the fridge. "What do you want to drink?" I opened my mouth to answer, but he guessed, "Water in a glass?"

"Am I really that predictable?" I questioned with a frown.

Iggy beamed and answered, "No, I just know you too well." My cheeks heated up once again and my stomach was suddenly full of butterflies. Iggy walked over to the table and handed me my glass while setting his drink on the table.

"Thank you," I smiled and took a big swig. Instead of quenching my thirst I was soon drenched in water from my neck to my jean shorts. "Iggy!" I squealed and leaped up from my seat. Iggy's contagious laughed soon filled the room while I grabbed a towel and tried to soak up as much water as possible.

"Not easily fooled, huh?" Iggy managed to spit out between his laughter, and I decided I wouldn't let him get to me.

"Amateur," I retorted like it was no big deal. "A rigged glass is the oldest trick in the book. Plus it's your loss. I'm currently wearing a white T-shirt."

Iggy was fumbled for a second by my calmness, but refused to back down. "Would it be better if I did this?" Iggy as before he dumped his whole can of Sprite on me.

"Iggy!" I scolded again and suddenly became all sticky. He looked at me with an innocent expression and I glared at him.

"What can I say? Paybacks a bitch," Iggy declared and walked over to grab me a new towel. He took a little bit longer than usual, but finally came back over and handed me damp rag while saying, "It'd be really bad if I did this."

Crack.

Suddenly, my full head of hair was slimy and covered in egg yolk. Iggy's laughing fit started up again as I yelped and frantically wiped off the egg off of me.

"Before you can find anymore food or beverages to harass me with, I'm going to go get a shower," I announced trying to sound mad, but I knew Iggy could tell I was smiling.

"Have fun. I'll be busy cleaning up this mess you made." I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

Before I knew it I was upstairs in my bathroom, stepping into a warm shower. I took a quick shower, but made sure all of the raw egg was out of my hair and my skin was no longer covered in Iggy's soda. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped my towel around me. I used another towel to soak up all the access water from my hair and then walked out into my bedroom. The rush of cool air instantly sent a shiver spiraling down my spine. I hurried over to my dresser and pulled it open only to be greeted by an empty drawer. Every single one of my bras were taken out. Improvising, I went back to the bathroom and grabbed my bathing suit top that was resting on a chair. I put that on, along with my underwear (which were all thankfully left un-tampered with) and a new pair of faded jean shorts.

When I left my bedroom I heard faint music playing from Iggy's room. I opened his door, not bothering to knock, and stepped inside. The room seemed empty so I trotted over to his iPod dock and pressed the pause button. I was startled when I heard the close of the door, but then I turned around and saw my boyfriend's beautiful face and let out a breath.

"You haven't seen any bras around the house by any chance, have you?"

"As a matter of fact," Iggy began, walking towards me, "I think they are having a fine time in the freezer right now." I gawked at him and his cocky smile. "I think I remember you calling me an amateur earlier," Iggy then leaned down to my ear and whispered, "I don't like being called an amateur." All of the sudden I was lifted off of the floor and placed onto the bed, Iggy climbing on top of me. One of his strong hands pinned my hands above my head as the other one stroked my cheek. I squirmed, but my attempts were useless, and I knew there was no chance of escaping. Then I realized that this is Iggy, the mastermind of pranks and jokes. All of the other incidents were just distractions and set ups for this.

His thumb stroked where the bottom of my bikini top ended, and he leaned his forehead against mine. His fingers traveled down my stomach, giving me chills, and traced the lining of my shorts just like I did in the hot tub. Iggy kissed my jaw line, but stopped at my lips. My breath hitched and I was desperate to feel his lips against mine. Soon enough Iggy sucked on my neck and a moan escaped my lips.

"Someone has less self control than I do," Iggy teased with a soft chuckle. Once he let his guard down I wiggled out of his grip. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled his face down towards mine, connecting our lips. Iggy gave in, his hands gripping my waist. He was careful to keep his weight off of me, and angled our heads to deepen the kiss. I pulled back, stupid need for oxygen and all.

"Even?" I asked, smiling.

"For now," Iggy remarked with a crooked grin.

Fan girl: *crys"

Me: What's wrong?

Fan girl: No shirtless Iggy :'(

Me: :( sorry

Fan girl: I like shirtless Iggy

Me: Well I like reviews

Fan girl: So?

Me: Well review and maybe I'll make Iggy shirtless next time

Iggy: *face palm*

Fan girl: Yay! EVERYONE REVIEW

Me: Please do :)