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This freaking dickwad. How dare he think he can just grab me by the waist and walk me out, does he seriously not suspect I wouldn't put up a fight? I took in a slow breath.
"I don't need you to walk me home. I have a car." He didn't even bother looking down at me.
"Yeah, but cars have limited space. I can't have you break the windows with your pounding…or screams."
Oh I was done with Paul. I stopped in the middle of the crowd, forcing people to go around us. Paul stopped with me although he could have easily dragged me along.
I turned around and glared into tight muscle shirt. Growling I looked up and finally gained sight with his eyes.
"In sex ed. I made it clear I don't like you, why are you still following me around." I didn't make it a question. I made it a statement that he had better answer if he valued his love spuds.
"In sex ed. I made it clear that I didn't care if you liked me or not, and I'm not following you, I'm just making sure my babe is ok. Like I said, you're mine, even if you don't know it yet." He hadn't removed his arm from around my waist, and somewhere in the pit of my stomach a little rainbow was sparkling because his arm felt like it belonged there, but the rest of sensible me symbolized by an evil witch set fire to the rainbow and watched it die. Wow there is seriously something wrong with me.
"Look Paul the Pervert–"
"Lahote, but anything for you–"
"Lahote. If I didn't make myself clear in sex ed. this will probably help. Fuck off." I spun on my heel and marched away from him towards my car. The stupid asshole, that slimy prick if I see him one more time today I'll slap him.
I didn't turn around even when I heard Jared laugh at loud at Paul left hanging, I didn't even turn around when I heard him say, "Fetch puppy!" I did walk a lot faster though.
I did not want to be mean and rude but I didn't care when it came to Paul the perv Lahote. It was like he knew how to get under my skin. And although the attention was flattering, instincts told me something else. Paul Lahote was a player. A fucking womanizer, he would pry his way into women's hearts with his sticky fingers, he would make them tremble and scream for him but after he had his fun they were left in the rain to drown on land. I knew his type; they were everywhere, like parasites flocking to wherever red blooded females were.
Holy crap I really need to stop watching Discovery Channel.
I slammed my car door shut and almost screamed, Paul the perv was sitting on the hood of my car, leaning against the windshield like it was no big deal, his arm was laid on my car hood and his body was stretched out giving him a full view of just how long and muscled his body was. And his button down shirt was mysteriously un-buttoned…but I refused to look. I am red blooded, Paul is down-right sexy, but there was now way in hell this asshole was going to get anything out of me except a few punches. I sat there for a while glaring at my car wheel, feeling Paul's eyes bore holes in my head, I could hear him snickering to or maybe it was just the blood boiling in my ears. I pressed my hands to the sides of my face than without warning I pounded the horn, hard.
The noise flew out across the parking lot and several turned to look. Paul however jerked sideways and slid off the car graceful as an elephant. I laughed nearly two minutes straight and when he got back up looking slightly dazed but angrier I winked at him, and I swear his face tinted pink. I could play this game to. I'm not completely inexperienced.
I readied my car and then rolled down the passenger window and called out to him, "Hey Paul?"
He shot up, "Yeah?"
"Could you use a ride?"
He stood up now, all clumsiness gone, "Oh I could use a ride in a lot of ways."
"Really? How?" I asked feigning innocence. He grinned and leaned in through my window, I decided to bait him better, so I leant closer our faces inches apart, and pouted moving my lips in a way that got me out of trouble a lot back in the barrio. He leaned in and I almost yanked back, his eyes were very dark, lust glazed, a predatory gleam lingered in the background.
"How about I show you first hand, is this seat taken for another rider?" he asked already reaching for the unlock button. Finally I moved into the last phase of my one-second-prepared-plan. I scooted forward and grabbed his shirt collar, I cradled his face with my hands and bought my legs up to wind around his shoulder blades, pinning his arms to his sides.
Narrowing my eyes I growled, "Two can play your game Paul Lahote."
"General Paul Lahote, babe."
"General Keinan, to you dumbfuck."
"Let it be war, if I win I claim rights to you as mine, and that means everything from you fingernails to your virginity." He said seriously, his face straight devoid of lies, and wanting to end this skirmish on his terms he pressed his lips to mine briefly, letting me taste fresh air, rain, and salt. I gasped and let go glaring at him.
"May the best one top babe." He said before winking and disappearing.
I sat there for a while. He may have one this battle but he wasn't going to win the next one. That was for damn sure.
Still seething the happy little rainbow in me was reincarnated into a big pink unicorn, and I wasn't happy with it prancing around in my stomach making feel all nice inside at the thought of the kiss.
"Get a grip." I ordered myself as I drove out of the parking lot, nearly running over a couple of people, "This was just one kiss, you've had way better ones before."
Still when he kissed me it felt like it was right. I hate my sappy self right now. I was sending a dark pony to kill the pretty unicorn in my stomach, when it dawned on me. This is war.
I was in a dangerous war with Paul Lahote. I was fighting to keep him away from me, and he was fighting to get closer and closer until he was in my bed. But there were ulterior motives to his side, he wanted to win just as bad as I did, this was a battle of wills as well as a battle for my virginity. I was not going to lose to Paul; no I would die before I waved a white flag. I didn't want him in my bed or holding my hand no matter how much the stupid pink pony thing protested. Someone shoot the damn unicorn. Inside my crazy psychotic head conversations on talk shows ran through my mind.
Oprah!
O: Honey how do you feel about being at war with your archenemy Paul Lahote for your heart? As well as your body?
Me: I feel great I can't wait to pulverize him into the dust.
O: Oh honey, you don't realize it but you actually love this guy!
Me: What! No! I don't! How could I love a beautiful guy like Paul!
O: How sweet! Invite me to the wedding sweetie!
Dr. Phil!
D.P: So tell me, Katy–er Keinan, how do you see this game?
Me: I see it as a war and pitiful for Paul to even try.
D.P: do you see this as fighting for you woman rights?
Me: Uh, no. I find it as a way to get Paul off my back.
D.P: That's the problem you need to look at this like a war, go read some self help books so I can go home already. I'm tired of dealing with emotionally screwed up people. You're normal just go buy an AK-47 and shoot the idiot already! Um I mean, how do you feel about this difficult time?
Me:…
Ellen!
E: Well ya see folks it's just easier to date a girl, we're so much more superior than the male race really, I mean we girls can go tampon shopping together, and not look all awkward with some stupid guy next to us praying his buddies don't see him.
Me: Ah, I have nothing against…
E: Walking both sides of the rainbow? Ha, that's ok!
Me: Yeah but I think I'm straight…
E: Hon, you think? You have to know for sure!
Me: oh…I'm sure...
E: So, since you prefer the stupider more primate gender I advise you to give him hell! Stick it to the man! Be bold! Be sexy! Tear him to pieces!
Me: YES!
E: but in the end, get with the guy, I'm married but this man is fine…I could bake cookies on his abs, and you could lick them off, would you like that?
Me: yeah…no! no! no!
I need to stop watching T.V.
I reached home safely, trying to get the taste of Paul of my mouth, trying not to purposely avoid the corners where he licked me. I sat for five minutes fighting with my tongue; finally I gave up and settled for Paul's taste to be on my mouth until I brushed my teeth tonight. Sighing I opened the door, the happy feeling of realizing this cute little cabin as home returned.
"Tia!" I looked around for her, frowning I set down my backpack and searched the house again, I headed to the kitchen getting a little freaked. On the table was a note.
Gone to open restaurant, come after you finish homework, your shift is ready. Wear white shirt.
I sighed in relief. No more C.S.I., none whatsoever. I had no homework so I went to my room and changed to a white V-neck. I felt exposed with my push-up bra on. Next time I go shopping, I'll buy sports bras; I'll be heedless about the uniboob.
It was looking cold like it was going to rain, so I grabbed a jacket on the way out and raced to my car. I sat for a minute letting it heat up for the small amount of time that I was gone for. Meanwhile, against my will, my thoughts turned to Paul. Damn, he was fine. I couldn't deny that…he had this sexy stare that just kind of melted you from the inside out. No no, bad Keinan, don't think about gorgeous Paul. Think about how you are going to destroy him next time.
I sighed and started the engine, making my way out onto the streets. I got lost a few times, but the neon lights finally led me to my destination. El Híbrido. I didn't waste time, ambling in, I was welcomed with amazing warmth and the smell of salsa and fresh tortillas. Oh, if there was one thing I missed from the barrio, it was the food. I loved the way it would assault my senses as the rich language poured around me, I should be a poet huh?
I walked up to the bar and sheepishly stood off to the side. The bar tender looked me up and down, "You eighteen?"
"No, I'm supposed to work here, my Tia is Mrs. Cuevas…"
"Oh! Marie's niece? We'll be expecting a lot from you, your aunts back here come around by the employee door, yeah over there, and she'll take care of you." I followed his instructions and was immediately enveloped by my Tia who smelled like flour, she was smiling and her eyes danced with youth.
"Here is your apron, you'll be waiting tables, have fun." And than I was pushed back out the door. Looking at the apron like I was stupefied the bar tender sighed and helped me tie it up.
"Tell me you know how to talk?"
"Yes!" I cried indignantly.
"Oh then we're saved." He rolled his eyes and pushed me in the direction of a table.
I think I did pretty well. For the fist thirty minutes because who else would walk into the place but Paul Lahote. Lady killer in residence. Along with his gang of friends, all laughing, oblivious to little me.
I ducked behind a booth and watched around the corner as one of the other waiting girls raced to serve them. I sighed grateful for the idiot girl, trying to flirt. I found it safe to leave my hiding place but when I waked out, I felt someone watching me.
Glaring around I tried to find the culprit and found him. Or them. Paul and his group and the waitress were staring at me.
The girl looked pissed and gave me a quick once-over, "They want you." She said as if she didn't care, and pranced off. Gritting my teeth I walked over.
"M…Ma…May I take your order." I said staring at the salt shakers.
"Hey Keinan!" I looked at Seth, who was now eye level with me. I couldn't resist smiling back.
"Hey Seth." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Paul frown.
Suddenly Jared stood up, "Guys I forgot, my mom wants all of you to come over for dinner, except you Paul…she didn't want you to eat all the food."
"Thanks man, I can get enough here, although I don't think it'll be food I'll be eating tonight, something more delicious…" he said staring pointedly at me waggling his damn tongue like a perv.
Holy crap. I hated Jared.
I stood there still angry, willing my eyes to burn a hole in Jared's head.
"Sorry." He said to me smiling.
"I'll kill you." I responded cheerfully. He laughed and ruffled my hair. That was when Paul growled.
I stared. I couldn't help it, this guy just growled, and not like 'I think I'm tough' growl, it was like 'Don't touch my mate or I'll eat you alive' growl. Animalistic, and it left me shaken, along with excited. But I didn't let it show, I couldn't lose, this was battle of Fort Hybrid, and it was neutral ground.
"What do you want Lahote?"
"Paul, baby face, Paul."
"What do you want Paul baby face." I mimicked his voice, juvenile getting the best of me.
"Oohh, when you say it like I can barely hold myself back from just taking you." He teased, but with an undertone of truthfulness.
"Shut up Paul."
"Make me." He puckered his lips.
"Damn it Paul! What do you want?"
"I want to order you along with a side of hand-cuffs and honey."
"I'm going to get that other girl back and make her wait your table."
"No please no. I can't stand the way she smells! Like a thousand bottles of hairspray!"
"What do you want to eat Paul?"
"Well, besides you? Nothing, just water and you sitting in front of me."
"I can't I'm working."
"No one will bother us with me around."
"No Paul."
"Say my name again, the way your lips move is provocative."
"Fuck you."
"Gladly."
"What do you want?"
"I'm serious, sit down."
"No."
"Sit."
"No."
He was fast as lightning, grabbing my arms and guiding me towards the booth opposite him. He sat back down in front of me in less than a second.
"What the fuck are you!" I hissed angry.
"Your beautiful nightmare."
"You're an idiot."
"Ilovyou."
"What?"
"Nothin." He flashed me a smile and leaned forward.
"Now, about this game…"
"Sorry I can't sit in front of the enemy." I said getting up.
"Uh, I call a conference."
"You can't do that."
"Yeah I can."
"No you can't, you have to raise a white flag."
"That means surrender!"
I shrugged.
"Fine." He grabbed a napkin and waved it at my face.
I sat down again, "How can I help you General Lahote." I said with mock sincerity.
"In many ways, General Keinan. How about you come by to my tent tonight and I show you…"
"No Paul."
"Ok, fine, worth a shot. But seriously, about sex ed. Today." He started leaning back and catching me in those beautiful eyes; it looked like he was glaring but it made it even more gorgeous. "Do you really hate me?" he asked.
I stopped, I wasn't expecting that, "No, not a lot."
"On a scale of one to ten how much?"
I smiled, "Fifteen."
He grinned back, but I saw hurt in his expression, barrio had taught me that. Suddenly he leaned forward and grabbed my hand, holding it between his own huge ones.
"When I said you belonged to me, you know I was serious right?" he asked rubbing circles on my hand, penetrating me with those dark eyes.
I refused to give him this battle so I leaned forward, "How serious?" my face sliding easily into an innocent coy look, if that makes sense.
He moved closer so that our foreheads were touching, "Very." He responded moving his nose to brush against mine, that gleam in his eyes was back again, I almost melted right there but I wanted this fight.
"Hmm." I purred, "Do you think I'll give in easily?"
Paul grinned wickedly and moved his mouth to my temples, butterfly kissing his way down to the corner of my mouth, "Yes, yes I do."
I locked eyes with him, looking up slightly, I let my face look innocent before I flashed my own devious smile, he jerked back slightly in surprise and I flashed forward, pressing my lips to his, I bit his lower lip and heard him growl. I sat down again quickly, "Too bad, Lahote, I don't take to losing. In fact I always win."
I slid out of the booth and grinned, "One water General Lahote. Coming right up." I turned around purposely swaying my hips to accentuate the turn.
"Good." He called after me, "I like a prize that's won."
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