So here's chapter 3. By the way I changed the rating to M because of violence and themes I wasn't planning on.

"Lawson?" She couldn't quite believe her eyes, but there he was, in the flesh. The porch light made his red hair glisten, and his freckled face had a mischievous grin on it. "How do you know where I live?" "I have my ways." He replied haughtily. Then he started looking her up and down and his smile grew even bigger. She had changed from her school clothes into denim shorts and a tank top that didn't leave much to the imagination, and her hair flowed down past her shoulders. "But why?"She asked. Lawson laughed, and picked her up, putting her over his shoulder. "You don't get it, do you? I want you. And I will stop at nothing to get what I want. He carried her up the stairs and into her room, seeming to know exactly where it was. He dumped her on the bed, stripped down to his boxers, then grabbed her breasts and started trying to shove his tongue down her throat. "L-lawson p-please stop" Theresa's voice was shaking and she was almost crying. "No. I'm not going to stop until I have what I want."

Now he was trying to get her shirt off. "Lawson don't!" She cried, trying to push him off. "You think you can resist me. How cute." He started French kissing her again. "But why me? Why don't you just do one of the Ashley's? "Because you're prettier than they are." He said laughing. Although she was terrified, a tiny part of her was flattered. He thought was pretty. By this time he had gotten her shirt off and was trying to get her shorts off. She tried kicking him and hitting him but it was no use. He was stronger than she was. "This will be a lot easier for both of us if you stop fighting me and just let it happen." Maybe he was right. If she just relaxed it would eventually be over with. She stopped fighting him and he was trying was figure out how to unhook her bra when- "LAWSON!" The voice was filled with hate so pure that it made Lawson stop cold.

Apparently Gus was a few minutes late because he had stopped to help some guy jumpstart his car, and when he got to her house he rang the doorbell and when she didn't answer, he let himself in and when he did, he heard the commotion from upstairs and ran to her room as fast as she could. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Lawson regained his cool as quickly as he had lost it. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He sneered. Gus lost his temper. "You asshole I'm going to kill you!" He roared, punching Lawson in the face. Lawson ran out of the room and out to the front yard, with Gus hot on his heels. It wasn't much of a fight. Lawson was scrawny compared to Gus. But Lawson continued to taunt him. "She was loving it. She was like, "Oh Lawson I love you sooo much. You're such a good kisser and you're way more handsome than Gus." Even Lawson knew that Gus and Theresa had feelings for each other. Anyone with eyes could see it. Gus knew that what Lawson was saying wasn't true. But it still pissed him off. He beat the crap out of Lawson until his face was covered in blood. Finally Lawson retreated and limped away, trying to stunt the flow of blood that was coming from his nose. Gus hoped it was broken.

He went back in the house, and back up to Theresa's room. She was sitting on the bed wearing only her undergarments, and was trying hard not to cry. She hated crying. When she was younger, she cried over little things until one day she realized that crying never helped anything. It was only a waste of time. She hadn't cried since then, and she wouldn't now either because that same rule applied here. Crying wouldn't change the fact that Lawson had nearly raped her. "Are you okay?" Gus asked, trying his best not to look below her shoulders. She shook her head and a solitary slid down her cheek. She brushed it away angrily, hoping Gus wouldn't see it. But he did.

It was like a dam had been building up for six years, and with all that had happened tonight, she had finally reached her breaking point. Gus hugged her tightly, and that's when she started really crying, with her face buried in his shirt. You wouldn't be able to hear it, but Gus could feel the sobs racking her body, and the wetness of the tears. She didn't just cry because she had been violated. She cried for her grandpa who had died last year. She cried for her unrequited love. She cried for the mom she didn't have. After a while she lifted up her face and realized that he also had tears in his eyes. "Why are you crying?"She asked. "Because I hate seeing you sad." He said, then kissed her on the lips.

She hesitated at first, then kissed him back. That had been her first kiss. Well, not really. Her first had been Butch of all people at a party in 7th grade when they were playing spin the bottle. And of course Lawson had just stuck his tongue in her mouth twenty minutes ago, but this was the first one that really counted. Butch's kiss had been slightly below average; his lips were chapped and he smelled like burnt steak. And as for Lawson's "kiss"- well she didn't want to talk about it. But this was amazing. It was like when she kissed him, for a short moment all was right with the world. They kissed again and again, until eventually they were making out. Eventually they stopped, and were cuddling as close as two people could possibly be.

~*Theresa's POV*~

Gus fell asleep right away, but I lay awake trying to wrap my mind around everything that had just happened. First I almost got raped, then Gus saved me, and then I just made out with him. It's a lot to process. I kept arguing with the little voice in my head.

You love him.

Maybe I do, maybe I don't.

I can read your thoughts. I know you love him.

That's not creepy at all.

;-P

Who are you anyways?

I'm the voice in your head.

I know that, but do you have a name?

No, why the hell would I have a name? I'm not even real. I'm just a voice you keep arguing with.

I'm only arguing with you because you won't leave me alone

Do you want me to leave you alone?

Yes, please.

FINE!

No need to yell at me.

Whatever.

~*Gus's POV*~

I wish I could sleep, but I can't. How could I? I'm in love. I wonder if she knows. I mean, I did kiss her. But does she know how much? She thinks I'm sleeping right now because my eyes are closed. What was I just talking about? Oh yeah. I'm in love with my best friend. How do I tell her? My outer appearance may have changed quite a bit since grade school, but underneath I'm still the same scaredy cat I've always been. Oh, she's getting up now. Hey, she has a tattoo on her back. I didn't know she had a tattoo. It's of a blue monarch butterfly. "You have a tattoo?" I asked. She jumped, probably because she thought I was sleeping. "Huh? Oh yeah, I do."A few minutes later she came back and laid back down next to me. "I thought you were sleeping." She said, kissing my cheek. Then she snuggled deeper under the covers and closed her eyes. Is she really sleeping? I poked her face. Yep. Maybe I should try and get some sleep too...

So yeah, there's some major Lawson bashing going on here! I didn't think anyone would really mind since nobody really likes Lawson anyways. I don't know why, but Lawson always creeped me out. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. As always, reviews are appreciated. But not mean ones. Those I don't appreciate.