"Alice!" Mike whined my name for the hundredth time; I swear he is like a five year old.

"Mike!" I mocked him. He has been begging me to pull over and go to a McDonalds whereas I am on a mission to get to Dallas as fast as possible.

He pouted, "Comon' I know you have to be hungry! It's been four hours since breakfast." And as if on cue, my stomach began growling. He smirked, "See." Leave it to my own body to betray me.

I just glared at him, "We're only an hour away from Dallas!"

"Please?" He stuck out his lower lip. I hate- and I mean hate- to admit it, but he looked adorable. His perfect pink pouty lips and sparkling sea blue eyes. He reminded me of a young puppy; determined to get what he wants through his looks. I was torn between wanting to make it to Dallas and making him happy so I could escape his little trance.

Damn that boy. "F-Fine." I got off the main road and pulled into a McDonalds. I parked the car and we got out. As we started walking I noticed a group of guys gathered by the gas station near by. Now normally this wouldn't bother me but something tolled me these guys were less than friendly. My muscles tensed as they came towards me. Two of them walked behind their 'leader', all of them dressed like your typical gangsters. Their black eyes taking time to travel up and down my body.

Suddenly I felt Mike wrap his arm around my waist. "Just go with it, alright?" He murmured in my ear eyeing the men. I made a small nod. He tightened his grip around me and made threatening looks at the gangsters, similar to those of a predator and its prey; basically saying 'Back off she's mine.' They continued undressing me with their eyes and Mike practically growled at them boring holes into their bodies. They backed off soon after.

As soon as we got into McDonalds I let lose a sigh of relief, glad to be away from those men. Then I realized Mike's arm was still wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me close into his body. Yet again I was torn; part of me wanted to put distance in between us the other part of me just had an overwhelming urge to be closer. Going with my instincts I decided to wriggle out of his arms. Looked up to him and caught slight frown appear on his face but maybe that was only my imagination.

We ordered our food and went to sit at an empty table. Mike was sipping on a milkshake and stayed quiet…too quiet. "Okay Mizanin, what gives? You've been silent the entire time." I waited for him to respond but he never did. Okay then… Then an idea sparked in my mind…

"Hey!" His head jerked up after I threw a french-fry at him. I threw a few more at his face. "Quit it!" He snapped but I kept going, determined to make him laugh. Eventually I ran out of ammo and that's when a smirk appeared on his face. "You're going to get it." I couldn't help but gulp.

Mike began laughing as he threw the fries back at me with speed. "Mike!" I shielded my face. "You're making a mess." I giggled throwing a few fries back; unfortunately Mike had ducked just as I did so. A middle-aged man turned around looking pissed because I threw a fry at him. I gasped. "I am so sorry." I apologized, my eyes nearly popping out of my skull. Mike on the other hand thought it was hilarious. The man just shook his head and muttered a few profanities.

Mike and I finished our lunch, putting a hold on the fry war. We threw our trash away and were just about to exit when Mike said, "I'll meet you by the car. I have to use the restroom."

"Didn't need to know the last part…" I laughed and exited making my way for my car.

"Ay mami! How bout you come wit us?" I heard a male voice from behind me. I spun on my heal and came face to face with one of those punks from earlier. His breath reeked of alcohol.

"How bout you and your buddies find some breath mints." I spat at him. He and his two cohorts laughed. "She's a feisty one, ain't she Chuy?" He asked the larger man beside him.

"That's the way we like em." He laughed. I scrunched my nose in disgust at the men.

Their leader pressed his body against mine, "I'll have you begging for it all night long." I just about gagged.

"We all know you're," I took a pause as I glanced as his pants, "To small to have me begging for anything." He looked like he was going to explode.

"This puta ain't worth our time." Chuy said and they began walking away.

"This 'puta' can kick your asses, chingatos!" I threatened. They turned around shocked that a blonde white girl knew Spanish slang like a native.

The leader pressed his body against mine one more time, "You wanna go, puta?" He held is fist up to my face.

"Bring it cabron." I countered. Before I even had the chance to throw a punch Mike was at my side.

"Back off." He threatened, bringing me close into him. Even though I didn't show it to the gangsters, I was scared to death. I threw my arms around the wrestler as the men started backing away. "Are you alright?" He asked scanning my body for any injuries.

"I could have taken them!" I defended myself not wanting to seem weak; I had a feeling he knew I was lying but I also had a feeling he let me lie. He sighed in relief seeing that there were know injuries on my body.

We walked back to the car and Mike headed for the driver's side. "Keys." He ordered. I tossed the keys at him and the blue-eyed man caught them with ease. I got in on the passenger's side and soon fell asleep.

"Alice…Alice wake up." Mike shook my shoulders lightly.

"Five more minutes." I grumbled, he chuckled and unbuckled the my seatbelt. What he did next, however, I wasn't prepared for.

My eyes flashed open when I realized he was lifting my body- which was probably light as a feather to him- "Mike put me down!" I squealed flailing my arms about. He rolled his azure eyes and let me down. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes then realized we were at the hotel. I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk and so did Mike.

"I'll take those." Mike smiled grabbing the bags from my hands. I eyed him suspiciously.

"You wanna room with me again, don't you?" I asked crossing my arms. He nodded guiltily. "Fine…" I muttered making a beeline to the front desk. I checked into the hotel and grabbed two key cards. "Here." I handed one to Mike as we walked inside the elevator. "Still don't understand why you can't room with a guy…" I let my voice trail off as I looked at him.

I was torn for the third time, between just get lost in his beautiful azure eyes and just get away from him. Mike Mizanin was a looker that's for sure – not that I'd ever, ever, tell him.

The elevator door dinged and we got out onto our floor. I made my way for the room, as soon as I spotted it I pulled out my key card. I opened the door and noticed yet again, only one bed was in the room. "Really? I asked for two beds!" I grumbled.

I looked over to Mike and we had the same look on our face. "Dibs on the bed!" We both managed to yell at the same time. The blue-eyed man dropped all of the luggage and lunged for the bed. I quickly caught up to him and jumped on top of the bed…well, right on top of him.

There are barely inches away from our lips. His sea blue eyes starring into my hazel eyes. He began wrapping his arms around my waist, drawing me even closer to him; something I secretly craved for. As much as I craved it, as much as I craved him, that part of me that screamed not to talk to him was still present.

The other part of me wondered what it would be like to kiss those perfect lips just one time. One. To taste his mouth, to be even closer to him. The closest I've been with someone for a long time…

My body,

My mind,

My instincts,

Were torn.

A/N: This chapter was just...so-so. Not really up to my standards but I hoped you guys still enjoyed it. As always, never be afraid to review. Reviews are probably the easiest way to get me to update.