A/N: Hai! So, as I said before, this story has a few chapters that have been written for a while...I'm gonna try to spread them out but since I updated Do or Die and Britain Meets Brooklyn, I decided to update this one as well =) It's only fair. This chapter's a little odd though...you might not exactly like or understand it...but reviews are love and I'd love for you to review regardless your thoughts =) Enjoy!!

CHAPTER FOUR

"Keyna," a voice called, causing me to look up from the magazine I was reading. Standing there was David's brown haired friend. The blank look on my face didn't phase but he didn't move either; so I looked back down at the article I was reading.

He moved in front of me.

"David's looking for me, isn't he," I muttered, flipping the page but he didn't say anything. "What'd you want?"

"C'mon," his hand appeared in front of the print but I merely glanced up at him again before standing; walking past him.

"Keyna!" I heard from behind me. Rolling my eyes, I turned to see Edgar running after me. "Hey, you alright?"

"What'd you think," I glared frostily, my tone equally cold as I rolled up the magazine. "Sam's pissed at me because of you. Why can't you two just talk like normal people? I really don't understand why you got me involved."

"Did you ever think that maybe I like you," he questioned but I gave him a look of doubt, my free hand resting on my hip.

"You don't like me, Edgar, you like Sam. I see the way you look at him."

"Then why'd I-?"

"Cause you're an asshole," I yelled, smacking him with the glossy, rolled-up booklet. "And if you ever touch me again, I'll break your hand. Alright? Just, stay away from me." With that, I threw the magazine at him, storming off in the other direction. Shaking my head, I found myself standing in front of the stage and the next act was setting up but I couldn't even bring myself to watch that.

I was so angry.

He was a jerk!

See, at first, everything was fine. Sam, Alan, Edgar, and I went to go meet Lucy, Michael, and his fiancée, Star, at the Diner, like I told her we would. It was actually really fun, in the beginning, but then Lucy, Michael, and Star left us to do what we wanted; so we just started walking around. They basically made me go on some rides and in all honesty, I didn't really mind, but after we got off of one, we all started talking. Then Alan and Sam went to get some cotton candy or something, leaving me with Edgar. I thought it'd be fine, but then, at the exact time Sam turned around, Edgar kissed me.

He kissed me.

We weren't even talking about anything remotely romantic. Music, maybe, but it was nothing that led to kissing. Too busy fuming, I didn't see someone standing directly in front of me and bashed right into them.

"Jeez, I'm-."

"Keyna," David's cool voice caused me to step back. I felt my fists ball at his tone. I didn't know if talking to him was best right now. "You seem upset."

"Is that your suave way of asking me what's wrong?" I snapped, raking my hand through my hair; my other hand on my hip, but I scoffed before turning again. He whipped me around, his eyes narrow, as he looked down at me. "Let me go, David."

"What's wrong," he bit out, seeming like he was having some internal conflict, but my gaze flickered to my wrist.

Today just wasn't my day.

"This hurts, David," I told him quietly. Stepping back, the grip loosened before his thumb ran over the tender skin. We stood, watching one another before he stepped closer, pulling my palm up to meet his lips but his eyes remained with mine. I planned on locking Edgar and Sam in a closet tomorrow. Chuckling, he dropped my hand, but his gaze dropped momentarily too.

What was he looking at?

"What happened to your knee?"

"You care," I questioned without thinking but he sent me a warning look. He made me feel so flipping helpless sometimes. "A table tripped me."

"A table," he repeated, obviously amused and I smiled slightly but he shook his head, as if he didn't know what to do with me.

Hell, I'd be surprised if he did.

"C'mon."

"Where're we going?" I asked, but he didn't answer; instead, he just turned and left, expecting me to follow.

Which I did.

"David?"

"What," he looked back at me and I realized we'd gone to his bike. It was among others but he just leant against his, watching me. What was with him and looking at me like that? "You just gonna stand there?"

"Maybe," I muttered but he crooked his finger, beckoning me closer. Hesitantly, I accepted his offered hand and stumbled into his sturdy form but his arm wrapped around my waist, causing my gaze to connect with his.

"Not very graceful," he smirked but I looked away from him again, not in the mood to be made fun of. I was still pretty steamed. It just helped that David knew how to distract me.

Somehow.

"Something's bothering you."

"What makes you say that," I sighed, pulling at his jacket for him to move. Surprisingly, he did so, letting me pull myself up on the bike to sit. Amused, he stood in front of me, a hand on my outer thigh. My vision flickered down at it and I hesitantly moved it to my hip, ignoring his smirk before swinging my legs lightly between his.

Slowly, he leant closer but I turned, feeling his lips catch my cheek.

He stayed there for a second, as if waiting for me to turn back but I didn't. After letting my head drop, I looked up at him through my hair, noting his irked expression but bit my lip, fidgeting with my hands.

"Keyna," he said slowly but it seemed controlled.

He was a little more than pissed

"I'm annoyed, with my friend," I murmured, glancing up at him again. "He made someone mad at me because neither have the balls to talk to the other. So he, for god knows what reason, dragged me into it. So I'm mad at all three of them. Because the other two left me with him and well, they're all stupid."

"Sounds like it," he commented dryly, not looking thrilled with my reasoning.

He wasn't even looking at me anymore.

"David," I tilted my head and his vision focused on me once more but I didn't know what to say. "Are you, mad at me?" Smirking, he leant closer, his lips touching mine but he didn't give me an answer. A throat cleared behind him and I couldn't help peaking over his shoulder to see his friends, watching us. "I should go."

"Keyna," he warned but I slid off the bike, gripping his jacket for balance when he didn't move.

"I can't stay out late every night," I reminded him but his gaze shifted to the side. "David, the lady I'm staying with-."

"You don't stay with your parents?" one of the boys questioned, causing me to look down.

"My parents are dead," I muttered quickly, ducking under David's arm. I felt his stare as I walked off but I turned before the corner, waving. He rolled his eyes, mounting his bike, and I watched him ride off, offended by his actions. Shaking my head, I made my way back to the comic store to find Alan sitting behind the counter.

"Hey," he smiled but I nodded, rubbing my arm. "You feeling better?"

"Not really," I sighed, looking back out at the crowd. The sea twinkled under the starry sky. "I think I'm just gonna head home."

"Keyna-."

"I'll be fine, see you tomorrow," I mumbled, walking out again but instead of going down the road, I stepped out onto the sand, watching the ocean thrash against the serene shore.

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself," someone growled and I turned, a stab of cold piercing my stomach. My bare feet slipped in between the grains of sand as I watched the blue waves mingling with the horizon.

"I thought you left," I finally sighed, picking up my shoes before I walked closer to the water. I heard him step closer as a weight dropped on my shoulders.

I didn't have to look to know what it was.

Playing with the fraying hem of one of the sleeves, I glanced back at him, the leather jacket hiding me from the night air.

"You should really make up your mind."

"About," he smirked and I watched him start to light a cigarette but I pulled it away, throwing it into the ocean, our faces inches away.

It was obvious, wasn't it?

Me.

"I have," he shrugged eventually, stepping closer, barely leaving any space but the dangerous glint in his eyes made me shiver. He tugged the jacket around me tighter before pushing back my hair.

"Doesn't seem like it," I stated but he looked down at me annoyed.

"Enlighten me," he sounded mocking but his low, silky tone actually made me want to step closer.

It made me want his warmth.

Wrinkling my nose, I looked back out at the ocean before blowing out cold air.

"Tell me something," I asked.

"What?" he chuckled, watching as I sat on the sand, letting the grains form slippers for my ice cold feet. The jacket wrapped around my legs, I shrugged, running a figure up my leg.

"Anything."

"Anything," he repeated, sitting slowly next to me.

"Something I don't know about you," I muttered but he snorted.

"What'd you know?"

"You're intimidating," I laughed, "and you like being in control." He lay back, looking up at the sky with an unreadable expression. "And you're almost impossible to understand."

"Really," he chuckled, his head dropping to the side, and I nodded. "So you want me to tell you something?"

"Mhm," I blew out.

"Answer something first." Rolling my eyes, I nodded again, looking down at him. "What happened to your parents?"

"That's not fair," I murmured, hiding my mouth in the collar of his jacket.

"How," he inquired but I shook my head, a sting in my eyes.

"If you didn't want to tell me anything, you should have just said," I told him but he shrugged.

"I didn't say that, you said you'd answer a question."

"Not that one."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to," I whispered, mentally cursing myself for letting tears escape but he sat up, moving the jacket away from my hidden face. There was a rare look of concern in his eyes as he stared at me, his thumb stroking my cheek.

"C'mere," he tugged at my arm, letting me sit in his lap as he rocked back and forth, his arms wrapped around me. His mouth rested in the crook of my neck, his breath tickling the base. One hand rested on my lower back, his nails scratched against my skin softly, while the other pressed against my shoulder, balled into a fist against the fabric of his jacket.

"I wasn't allowed to indentify the bodies," I finally admitted softly, closing my eyes. "They called in my dad's boss to do it; they said it was too graphic for a kid to see." He kissed the top of my head, his thumb brushing my arm before he let me sit up straight, the concern still evident, but along with something I couldn't recognize.

"So, you wanna know something," his voice was rough; I couldn't tell if it was because he didn't want to show any emotion or if it was an emotion itself that I just couldn't read, but I shrugged regardless. "I love you."

"You what?" I couldn't help laughing slightly, as I rubbed my eye but his serious look didn't phase. "David, we've known each other for three days."

"You have a point?" he smirked, his nose brushing lightly against my but I raised an eyebrow, leaning back cautiously. "You asked me to tell you something; it doesn't necessarily have to be something you'd understand."

"How," I started but shook my head. "You barely know me."

"I know more than you think," he murmured, pressing his lips against mine but I pulled back.

"You can't be serious," I stated but he rolled his eyes, leaning in again, however I arched back. "I want to go home."

"Keyna," he started but I shook my head, pulling his coat over my bare shoulders.

"David, just take me home."