I let out a groan while trying to get myself to wake up. Never had I been much of a morning person, but even when I did get to sleep in waking up was still a chore. Groaning once more, I finally got myself out of the soft bed and started walking towards the kitchen.

"What should I do today?" I thought while sipping from my coffee. There was no way I was going to start reliving my horrible life again in the form of relentless flashbacks. One word came to mind as I pondered over what I should do.

"Cutie," I whispered aloud before chugging down the rest of my coffee and running back upstairs to get ready for the day. I'm not sure what it is about her that excites me (might be the whole 'innocents' thing that I'd love to ruin), but I wasn't going to question it. The way I saw it was that anything that steered my thoughts away from my past was a blessing. Besides, Cutie was hot and there was no way I was going to pass up the chance to possibly spend the day with some hot alien chick who's a virgin for the taking. After my quick shower, I got dressed into some jeans and a dark blue t-shirt before heading for the garage. With any luck, Cutie would be wearing a skirt and didn't like fast vehicles. That's just provided if I actually run into her since Jump City always seemed larger when looking for someone. I would know since I had searched the city over a thousand times looking for Rachel.

"Why is that whenever I try not to think about her, she always ends up in my thoughts?" I wondered, rather annoyed by the truth that I couldn't forget about her for even a moment. "Especially with her necklace around my neck," I then thought which directed my thoughts towards Sam.

"It was the stupid necklace that tore us apart. She was my last chance of maybe changing, but I couldn't hold on to her either. At least her form of leaving me wasn't through death," I thought rather sadly. It had hurt, a lot, when Sam left me. After she left, I spent at least a week sitting on my bed staring at the empty spot where she should be lying wondering what I did wrong. Now that I think back to it, of course I know what I did wrong, but it only makes me regret everything even more.

"I should have never let her come back with me to this place. And I should have never gone back with her to her place," I thought rather crossly, mad at myself for slipping up and letting Sam get close to me. When people get close to me, they always end up leaving and then hurting me when they do. And that's exactly what Sam had done three years ago.

"Where have you been Jason?" Sam asked when I walked into the house. By now my grandparents had died and we were back to living at their place.

"Nowhere," I lied. I had been robbing a store and killed some guy in the process, not that that fazed me much.

"What happened to you Jason? You used to tell me everything and then suddenly you're getting back late covered in some else's blood and won't say more than one word to me. What happened to the love we used to have?" she asked and I froze.

Love. The emotion I wasn't capable of feeling after Rachel died. That cursed thing that had its own holiday even though half of the world hated its very existence.

"I never loved you Sam," I told her bluntly as tears began to form in her eyes.

"I had a feeling you never did. I was simply someone that you could screw around with and use to get over your dead girlfriend," she spat at me. Anger blurred my vision as I slammed her against the wall with my hand around her neck.

"Don't talk about her like that," I hissed before releasing Sam. She sank to the floor, holding her neck tenderly, while coughing and trying to regain her breath.

"You need to face the truth that is she's dead. Rachel won't be coming back to you suddenly, but instead of acknowledging that you continue to ignore me and everything I'm willing to give you. Well no need to worry about me being something that's just in your way. I'm gone Jason," Sam told me before standing up from the ground and heading towards our room. I followed behind her before blocking the doorway and watching my bedmate.

"What are you doing Sam?" I asked, my arms crossed over my stomach as I lazily leaned against the door frame.

"I'm leaving Jason. I can't stand staying here with you anymore because I feel like I've become nothing more to you than one of those stupid vases you have downstairs! You've completely ignored me and all I've ever done for you and I'm not going to waste yours, or my, time anymore," she said while still throwing her clothes into one of the suitcases we kept under the bed. Her words didn't affect me much, but they did make me think more about the vases downstairs.

"No, you're more curvy than the vases and you have more uses than just to take up space," I stated bluntly, earning a shriek of frustration from Sam.

"You are such a prick! God! I'm sorry I even saved your sorry ass!" she yelled at me before closing the suitcase and trying to shove past me. I had none of it as I grabbed her arm and tugged her back in front of me. By now, there were angry tears forming in her eyes as she glared up at me. I was glad that even though she was older, I was still taller than her.

"I won't let you leave," I told her.

"You can't keep me here against my will Jason. Move," Sam ordered and my grip only tightened.

"Why do you want to leave? Have I not made you feel wonderful?" I asked, slowly undressing her with my eyes. I felt Sam shudder under my powerful gaze and knew it was only a matter of time before she gave into her body's desire.

"I can't just live with you out of lust Jason. I almost loved you, but now you're just a heartless crook," she said. I could tell she was trying to make me show some emotion by insulting me, but it wouldn't work. I had long ago turned numb and now I no longer took anything to hurt. The only reason I did anything was if it benefited me in the end. Sam benefited me so I ignored her words that held no meaning in my eyes.

"Love is such an unneeded emotion. Just give into your desire and stay with me. I promise to make it worth your while," I told her, my voice husky with lust as I kissed at her neck slightly. I heard Sam let out a throaty gasp as her hands reached up and grabbed the fabric of my shirt. She might have done this to push me away, but as my lips traveled along her jaw line until they reached her lips, I felt her slowly pull me closer.

"Give in," I whispered, my lips brushing against hers as I spoke. I felt Sam once again shudder before my tongue lazily came out and ran across her bottom lip. She let out a gasp, leaving her mouth open and mine for the taking as I closed the distance between us in a heated kiss. Everything about that night was all lust and we both knew it. She was using me just as much as I was using her for the feeling of pleasure that we gained from the other. It was around three the next morning that I woke up to feel Sam shift in the bed as she tried to get out of it. My hand darted out and I grabbed hold of her wrist. In one fluid motion, I had Sam pinned under me as I straddled her hips with her hands held above her head.

"Let me go Jason," she growled at me. I just stared down at her, my eyes running over the naked body beneath me.

"Why would I want to do something like that when you look so inviting?" I asked, my eyes moving back up to meet her own.

"I can't just live off lust like you Jason. I need more than that because I'm looking for love which you've made it very clear that I won't find it in your arms. I'm sorry Jason, but I can't do this. If you cared about me at all, you'd let me leave," Sam said. I stared down at her for a while before rolling over onto my back next to her. She was still for a moment before getting out of the bed and heading over to the clothes that I had discarded for her while making our way to the bed. I watched as she dressed and I stood up from the bed as she reached for her suitcase. Sam seemed to blush as my naked form even though she had seen it many times before. The sight at her blush made me chuckle as I reached out and brushed some hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry I can't give you what you want. You should know better than anyone what I've gone through and how it's affected me. If you're really unhappy… then go. I won't stop you." My face stayed calm as I spoke but my eyes held my emotion. No matter how hard I tried, my emotions always managed to show in my eyes and sometimes in my expression as well, so I always wore a full face mask when I went out as Red X.

Sam stared at me in silence while the tears pooled in her eyes and she sniffled slightly.

"I'm going to miss you Jason. You'll always have a place in my heart," she told me with a faint smile. Now, it was her turn to shock me with a hug as she wrapped her arms around my waist and held me tightly while softly crying. I wrapped my own arms around her before kissing the top of her head in affection.

I wanted to tell her that she too would always have a place in my heart, but long ago my heart had frozen over and now there was no room for anything in the empty organ aside for my own hate. Who this hate was towards, I couldn't quiet tell. Sometimes it would be towards the men I kill. The people around me who act so innocent but are really deceiving whores and drug dealers. Or maybe just the world in general.

All I knew for sure was that a large portion of that hate was towards myself.

"I'll miss you as well Sam, and you'll always be in my thoughts. You should know by now that it's hard for me to forget a face no matter how much I want to." I had added in the last part to try and get some humor in the situation, but Sam's only reply was a small hiccup. Pulling away from the embrace, I went over to where I had left my jeans and pulled them on before returning to Sam's side.

"Where would you like to go? The least I can do is drive you there." My gaze held no emotions as I observed Sam. She seemed nervous, scared, and slightly uncomfortable.

"You don't care that I'm leaving… do you?" she asked.

"If you're wondering about wither or not I'll miss you, then yes; I will miss you. You've become a part of my life Sam, and even though I never grew to love you, I'm going to miss you," I told her. It seemed that I was repeating myself by telling her these things over and over again. Was she really so confused and emotional right now that she couldn't remember what I had told her only a few minutes before?

"My older brother lives near by… if you don't mind taking me there." Her voice was quiet and uncertain as she spoke to me. Was she scared of me? Was that why she was so quiet and uncertain about asking something from me. Ignoring those thoughts, I nodded before taking her hand and her suitcase in the other.

Sam's pace was slow as I led her through the house and towards truck I had bought not too long ago. It seemed she was savoring everything about this place and trying her hardest to burn it into her memory so that she would never forget.

If she was lucky, she would be able to forget and move on unlike myself. I was cursed to relive my mistakes every waking minute of the day and could never have any peace. Never would I wish something like that upon Sam. I cared for her too much to do that.

"You may come back to visit sometime if you wish, but it'd be better if you forget," I spoke, breaking the silence as we settled into the front seats of the truck.

"Jason… why do you want me to forget everything so badly? Don't you want me to remember you incase tomorrow is your last day? Would you really want to die a forgotten man?" Sam asked. Normally, someone would have displayed some type of emotion after her short speech, but I did nothing of the sort. Instead, I started the truck before beginning to drive down the long driveway while thinking over what to say in reply.

"Tonight, when I return here, I'm going to write my will incase something like that does happen. Everything will go to you and you may do with everything as you please since I will be dead and won't care. I don't mind dying a forgotten man because I'd rather you not be haunted by memories like I am.

"Move on with your life Sam. Don't waste it on me like you have these last few years. You and I both know that you can do so much better than me, the crook Red X, and certainly deserve much better. You can go on to become that great writer you always dreamed of being."

Talking to Sam like this was kinda awkward. In fact, this whole situation was awkward because I had never thought something like this would happen to Sam and me, so I wasn't prepared. Sure I should have seen the failure in our relationship coming, but since I was so consumed in my next crime that I was blind to everything else, I didn't. This whole time, Sam leaving me had been flashing in front of my face but I had my mask on which tuned out everything but the pleads of innocent people as I stole from them.

What a sick bastard I had indeed become.

Pulling up in front of her brother's apartment complex seemed to only make the situation I was in laugh at me more. The place was mocking because it showed the haunting truth which is that I can't hold on to someone I care for for a long period of time. Rachel had been in my life for a long time, but I had never really noticed until less than two months before her death how much I really cared for her. Now Sam was leaving me because I was too much of an ass to treat her right and actually care for her.

"Well, I guess this is good bye Jason." Sam's soft voice broke me from my thoughts and once again I found myself silently thanking her for tearing me away from my thoughts.

"It doesn't have to be good bye. Just a break from each other in our lives. Maybe one day we will see each other again. Either way, I'm sure you'll be hearing of me in the news," I told her while we sat in silence in my truck. Sam gave me an odd look and I spoke one name to make her understand. "Red X."

"Promise me that you'll at least try and take care of yourself and that you won't just totally give up on trying to be good," she pleaded. Once again, her eyes were beginning to water which made my chest tighten since I knew that I was the cause of her pain. For such a long time I had been the cause, but before I wasn't as aware. Now that I knew I was the cause, it was just another slap to the face proving that I could never do any good in the world for anyone.

"What do you expect me to do Sam? Turn over a new leaf after you've left and just start all over as if I'm happy and don't have a care in the world? You should know by now that I can't do that. I'm sorry, but I can't make that promise," I told her, my voice stern as I spoke. Sam only stared at me for a moment before nodding. There was silence before she leaned over and kissed me. To say that I was shocked would be a lie because I had actually been expecting this kiss. It was our bitter good bye kiss because I had a feeling it would be a while before we ever saw each other again… if we even did see each other again.

To be totally honest, I would have been shocked if Sam hadn't kissed me.

"I'm sorry Jason," she mumbled against my lips after breaking away only slightly from the kiss.

"You know where to find me," I whispered before kissing her lips once more softly. I could tell that Sam was straining and having second thoughts as she pulled away from the kiss, grabbed her suitcase, and then slowly got out of the truck. The look in her eyes said all the pain and regret she was feeling as I put my truck in drive and pulled away from the apartment complex. Almost all of my being wanted to turn the truck around (no matter if it hit the parked cars) and grab Sam and tell her not to leave, but I knew that it would be wrong to do. Sam may love me, but I didn't love her and I wasn't going to give her false hope.

There was no going back now. It was time to go on with my life wither I wanted to end it or not.

My head was actually hurting when I came back to reality. That flashback and certainly lasted longer than I had wanted it to (not that I even wanted it in the first place) and now I found myself sitting on my motorcycle with the key in the ignition, but luckily it wasn't on.

"Fucking past can't leave me the fuck alone," I muttered darkly to myself before starting up my bike and heading for the street. Driving to the city was always rather boring unless I was heading out as Red X. When I went to the city as Red X, I got a rush of adrenalin that made my head spin so quickly I almost crashed when I first became Red X. Now that I've been doing this for a while, I still get the rush that makes me want to laugh like an insane person (I've never done that though, the urge is just there), but now I could somewhat control it and didn't crash.

Right now however, I wasn't swerving through the sewers while my head became light and I felt like I could do anything but instead driving on the streets by other cars while heading for Jump City. The thing I hated most about driving to Jump City on the streets was that there was an exit along the way that I can take to get to my old home.

Whenever I drive past that exit, I want to kick down the sign out of pure hatred, but also wanted to go back and visit just for the memories. Part of me hoped that some memories of Rachel would stop if I went back and visited the places where I had been with her, but then another part of me didn't wanna let the memories vanish. The part of me that wanted to kick the sigh down was the part that remembered that was where my mother had lived. I still remember when I went to visit her only about a year ago because it proved everything I had ever thought about her.

I was just coming off of the high I always got when racing through the sewers when I found myself staring up at the same building I had spent most of my pathetic childhood in. Even though I shouldn't be nervous (because I wasn't) I could still feel the butterflies in my stomach. They were probably just there in excitement because I was going to see how far my mother had fallen in the three years I had been away from her.

As I climbed up the ladder on the side of the building, the butterflies disappeared as a smirk settled on my well sculpted face.

"Maybe the whore will be in the middle of 'paying her rent' so that when I come barging in as Red X I could scare the shit out of both of them." There were more thoughts; following along those lines, in my head as I slowly slid open the same window I had used to sneak in three years ago. There was a silence before I moved further into the house; listening closely for any sounds of movement. Surprisingly, there weren't any which made me wonder if the whore was either out, sleeping, or had died from an overdose of drugs and somebody had yet to find out.

I heard the sound of shuffling behind me before I spun around to see Linda standing there in only a t-shirt (I knew it was only a t-shirt because she didn't own any undergarments). "Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?" she snapped, glaring at me. I'm pretty sure that this was the only time I had ever seen her even somewhat concerned for anything, but then again, me being here had to do with her so my minute shock was gone quickly.

Spinning around, I saw the drugged up woman smile sultry at me (or at least attempting that) before taking a slow step forward.

"Red X. Now what do I owe the pleasure of you being here?" Linda asked while continuing to slowly walk forward. I only stood there with a look of disgust on my covered face as she completely forgot that I had broken in and got right down to the point: sex.

"God you're still as much of a whore as ever," I spat with the disgust I was expressing under my mask coming out on my face.

"We've met before?" Curiosity was spiking her voice as she raised one of her eyebrows at me.

"Has it been so long that you can't even recognize the sound of your own son's voice?" With that asked I reached up and pulled the mask off so that my brown eyes were free for her to see the hate and distain in them.

"Jason? Well this is a surprise. I never thought my bum of a son would grow up to be such a powerful, attractive, wanted, and sexy man," she said while circling me slowly which only made me want to throw up what little I had been eating. As of lately, I had barely eaten anything and it all started after Sam left and I went into pretty much full Red X mode.

"Are you so low that you would hit on your own son? Have you really fallen so far in your pathetic life that you can't even keep hold of what minute amount of dignity you had had left?" My words were harsh as they came out with anger over powering them.

"Well things haven't been all that great for me as of lately. The money you gave me is now gone and I'm up to my tits in debt with all of theses dealers who won't settle for a blow. There's also that fat ass I have to 'pay my rent' to and he's starting to smack me around. I haven't seen you in a while and let's face it Jason, Red X is a hot guy on the streets now-a-days. I could get some serious publicity if the guys on the streets heard that I managed to make it with you." Adding in a shrug that was pretty much her excuse for hitting on her own son.

What a whore.

For a while I just stared at her in disbelief before finally speaking. "You want me to sleep with you so that you can get your regulars back? Are you fucking kidding me?!" My mind was snapping as my vision became less clear by the second. All I could think about was all the anger that was currently surging through my body that made me think I would break at any moment. Right now, I wasn't so concerned about what I would do when I broke, but I knew it wouldn't be good (probably violent too) and I didn't give a shit.

"Do I need to spell it out for you or something? God it's bad enough that you're still alive because I have to worry about you, but now you think I'm a whore too," Linda said crossly as her arms folded over her chest. I resisted the urge to let my mouth drop open in disbelief.

"I've always thought of you as a whore! Giving a decent fuck is all you've ever been good at that and you've made that clear ever since I could remember! And don't even try to pretend that you ever worried about me because we both know that it's a damn lie!" I yelled in an outrage.

"You are everything that has ever ruined my life and made me what I am today! Are you proud Mom?! Are you proud of what I've become: a villain that has to steal just to make his living?!" There were tears now brimming in her eyes that made me laugh.

"Don't try and act like you suddenly care for me. You never have Linda and we both know that. I would tell you to go run to your mommy and daddy and that maybe they'd be able to help you, but they're dead incase you've forgotten. Maybe if you want to try and make things better for yourself you can try and get a decent job." I threw in the advice for extra measures just to be sure she knew what I thought of her. Normally a son would feel horrible and guilty for talking like this to his mother but did I care?

Nah.

"If you hate me so much why don't you just kill me?!" Linda yelled through tears that made me want to roll me eyes. Did she seriously think t hat crying would make me feel sorry for her? She brought this upon herself and I wanted nothing to do with it.

"Maybe I should kill you. It'd just be less for me to have to worry about not that I ever did worry about you. You've always just been a nagging waste of space that ruined my life so I wouldn't miss you if you were dead." With that said I pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. Linda stared at me in shock for a moment before starting to tremble. After standing there for about a minute, I put the gun back on safety and tossed it to her feet.

"Better yet, I'll just let you kill yourself. At least that way you'll die knowing how useless your existence really is," I said before pulling back on my mask.

"And don't worry about the cops finding my fingerprints on the gun after you kill yourself, which I know you will. I'm wearing gloves remember." That was my final statement before I leapt back out of the window and started down the side of the building again. As I sat on my motorcycle across the street watching the window, a smirk spread to my face as I heard the sound of a gun being shot before a soft thud of my mother's body hitting the ground in a dead heap.

Good riddance.

Now as I drove around town in search of Cutie, I couldn't help but smirk. About a month after her death, I had gotten a letter from the government informing her of her death and I was called down to a court room a week after for a meeting. Turns out the bastards finally realized Linda hadn't been right in the head and that she had been using drugs. They only figured that out though because they found some in her room and one of her 'regulars' came by and was forced to tell the police why he was there and some more information about the now dead whore.

I got a good laugh out of that.

"Come out come out wherever you are Cutie," I mumbled to myself while paying mild attention to the street and searching the sidewalks instead. Just when I was about to give up, I heard an explosion that was maybe a few blocks away. Everyone else heard the explosion as well since most of them froze before everything fell silent. A minute or so after that we all saw the Titans go flying across the sky and I smirked.

Sometimes the universe just gave you a free one.

I quickly parked my bike on the side of the street before grabbing my helmet and jogging over to where the explosion had happened. There were other people around me, so it was easy to slip through pretty much unnoticed and get closer to the action of the Titans. Once again I found Bird-Boy saying something to the villain (probably trying to be witty) while the other Titans waited for his signal to attack.

"Why wait for that loser's orders? Just go in and get the job done while the guy's distracted," I thought, but the other four Titans just stayed still while Bird-Brain continued on.

Seriously, he sometimes talked more than a girl.

Rubbing my temples in frustration, I cleared out my throat before cupping my hands around my mouth and shouting out,

"Titans go!" The look on Tight-Boy's face when the other four went rushing past him was priceless and I couldn't help but laugh. Seems I was as good at imitating his voice as he had been at mine. It was even more amusing to watch him try to act as if he had given the call for the Titans to spring into action as he went running after them. The rest of the fight wasn't all that interesting and I tuned it out while concentrating on my own thoughts. It wasn't until I was knocked to the ground did I finally snap back to reality and realized that I had a chick lying on top of me. Not only was it a chick though, it was the gloomy underdressed Titan who was…glaring at me…?

"Pay attention idiot," she snapped before jumping away from me and flying back to the fight. It was that strange moment while Raven had been lying on top of me with my hands resting loosely on her waist that I felt a sense of familiarity go rushing through me.

"Probably just have the same body size," I thought since there was no way that gloomy chick could ever be my Rachel. It was simply a coincidence that she was the same weight, same waist size, same chest size, same leg length, and almost same smell.

"She's gone and there's no getting her back," I told myself over and over again. The last thing I needed was for all of my memories of Rachel to come rushing back to me like they had so many times before.

I shook my head in an attempt to clear myself of those thoughts while turning my attention back to the fight. Turns out my moment of confusion had given the Titans enough time to finish up the job since the police were on sight and hauling the pity crook away. Looks as if the show was over, but at least I had found Cutie. Of course she was looking as hot as ever in that outfit that left little for imagination, but at the same time made me so very curious about what was underneath the armor.

Just as they had suddenly appeared, the Titans took to the sky (Bird-Boy and the robot being carried because they were useless) and left. I jogged back to my motorcycle and slipped on my helmet before starting it up and following in the direction the Titans had been headed. If Cutie was going to come out for some fresh air, she'd have to start at the docks which were exactly where I was headed.

As I did on the way to Jump City, I sped through the traffic incase Cutie decided to make a quick get away and I missed her. Just as I got there, I saw a figure take to the skies, but kept low to the sea so they were hard to spot if someone wasn't looking for them. I of course, was looking for said figure and was even able to spot out the red hair which meant it was who I was expecting it to be.

Cutie stopped behind a group of trees not even a block away from where I was so I grabbed my helmet and started heading in that direction. When I spotted her again, she looked as if she was trying to seem casual and give off the appearance that she hadn't just flown over from the Titans' Tower. To anyone else, she would have seemed like a normal teenage girl (even though she's almost twenty, she still looks very girlish and young), but I could spot through masks since I'd been wearing one for almost the past five years. That was, after all, how I had found Cutie in the first place.

When I had first seen her, I had thought she was just a pretty face, but then I studied her a little more and realized that she was in fact the alien princess that everyone knew and loved so much. After I found out about how the girl with a nice body and the alien that had caught my lust were the same person… well lets just say things got a whole lot more interesting.

It was fun to watch her kick major ass as a Titan, but then the moment she hit the streets in those skirts and tight pants I loved on her oh so much, she changed into a different person. The Titan that was stronger than anyone I knew always acted naïve and innocent like she didn't know what the hell was going on. The girl on the streets knew about the looks she was receiving, knew how to flaunt herself and come off as a tease, as well as still keeping her dignity and being subtle about all of her moves.

She became my part time activity when I was bored and wasn't killing some guy who had a couple of bills in his pocket. Whenever I went out as Jason, I would always look for her and if I found her, I would stay near in case the day came that she would even notice me. Before yesterday, I was just another guy on the street that she probably felt eyes trailing her from. I don't know if she ever knew that it was me looking, but she sure as hell wouldn't have approached me if she did know.

Seems like I was the one holding the cards in this secret relationship.

"Jason?" she asked as I walked past her with my eyes set ahead of me. I came to a stop before turning and letting a smirk settle on my face. Cutie smiled after fully recognizing me and I let myself relax slightly which didn't happen often since I was after all Red X.

"Come back for more Cutie?" It was fun challenging her to see how far I could get it.

"Hardly," she said while rolling her eyes even though the smile remained. "I was actually about to get some ice cream. Do you want to come with me?" The ice cream part was squeezed in and I saw a blush rise. The smirk only became smugger as I took the opportunity to make her blush more.

"Are you asking me on a date Cutie?" My words left my mouth in a smooth fashion that left her blushing almost the same color as Bird-Butt's spandex and looking down at her feet.

"I was simply wondering if you wanted to get ice cream with me. It's not like going to an ice cream parlor a couple of blocks away with a guy has to be considered a date," she quickly tried to convince me.

"Sure," I said, drawing out the word with my eyebrow raised.

"Do you want to go get some ice cream or not?" The words came out kinda annoyed which made me wonder how she always kept up that happy innocent act while being around the other Titans.

"Lead the way Cutie," I told her and she smiled up at me. My body right away went into a normal reaction as I went to smile back, but instead I bit the inside of my cheek and just settled for a smirk. Cutie was still smiling as she grabbed my free hand, since the other one was still holding my helmet, and started dragging me down the street. We talked the whole way there, though most of it was her talking a lot and me giving short answers that kept her talking, and by the time we were leaving the parlor with out ice creams, I thought for sure she had run out of things to talk about.

The universe just loved proving me wrong.

"I was actually kinda surprised when you decided to join me for ice cream..." There was a pause before she spoke again, "Why was it that you decided to come with me here? Are you just trying to get me in bed?" The bluntness of her words shocked me to the point where I almost dropped my ice cream. For a moment, I actually wanted to tell her that yes, that was the only reason I had come with her to get ice cream, but I knew that would be a lie.

Something about this alien chick had me hooked and I wanted to find out before I let the pleasant feeling that swelled in my chest every time I saw her vanish.

"Don't forget that it was you that came to me in the first place," I reminded her. "And if I wanted to get someone to sleep with me, I could so I'm not after you for that. Trust me, if I was, you'd know by now because we'd have already slept together. It's just an effect I have on woman who can't resist me and my unbeatable charm." The last part was added in with a smirk to make it seem like somewhat of a joke even though it was true.

"That makes me feel so much better," she said with a mock eye-roll. I just laughed at her before finishing off the rest of my ice cream and looking out towards the harbor. We were actually pretty far away from the harbor which was smart of Cutie to do incase Bird-Boy was on the look out for her. A thought came to mind that made a mischievous grin rise to my lips.

"Wanna go for a ride?" I suddenly asked. Cutie stopped before turning to look at me with one of her small eyebrows raised.

"I've only got one helmet, but I've never really been one to follow the rules. I can tell that you're out here for a bit of thrill and that's exactly what I can give you. So are you up for it?" There was silence before she smiled and threw away the rest of her ice cream before taking the helmet from me.

"Where to?" she asked which made excitement rush through my body. I took her one free hand and started leading her towards where I had parked my motorcycle. On the way there, I explained that where we were going was strictly a surprise and that I couldn't tell her anymore on the matter and she kept trying to bug the answer out of me until we reached my motorcycle and she fell silent.

"What'd ya think?" I asked as she continued to stare at the sleek black sports bike.

"Is it fast?" she wanted to know. I felt the urge to tell her that it was faster than Bird-Boy's, but swallowed that down and instead settled for asking if she was shitting me.

"What kind of bad-boy would I be if it wasn't?" I inquired with a playful smile.

"So now you're a bad-boy?" she asked as I mounted my bike and pulled on my black leather gloves after zipping up my leather jacket.

"I've always been a bad-boy, just look at my police record," I told her before softly grabbing hold f her chin and kissing her lips softly. Just like before, Cutie's lips were soft and warm to the touch that made a rush of lust go through my body.

"Think you can handle it?" I whispered against her lips while keeping my hold. I kept her there for a moment before letting go and starting up the bike. I felt weight get added to behind me before feeling the helmet get pushed onto my own head.

"You'll need it more than I will," she purred, her breath warm against my neck. Another shiver went up and down my spine as I held back the urge to shudder and swallowed hard.

"Hold on tight," I yelled over the roar of the engine before taking off down the street with Cutie's arms wrapped tightly around my waist while I smiled.

No not a smirk, but an actual smile… no matter how small it may have been.

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So I know it took me like forever to update, but school has been kinda busy. I've had volleyball three days a week from three to five along with lots of homework and volleyball games that last until like 6. Not only that, but these chapters are long and take a while to update.

All the same, please review!

Kattie