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It was definitely impossible for me to wipe the massive amount of shock off my face. He was here. Him. In broad daylight, in front of my house. With his shiny black convertible. Did he not realize that people were up at this hour?

Including my parents?

"What are you doing here?" I whispered ferociously once I was facing the passenger door.

"Waiting for you to get in," he replied. I narrowed my eyes at him, tightly gripping the strap on my backpack which was still slung over my shoulder. "Still waiting," he said, smirking.

"I don't need a ride, thanks," I said dismissively. Still not moving.

"Why walk when you've got a ride?" he said, his green eyes seeming amused.

"Because I'm not lazy. I happen to be fine with walking to school every day," I countered.

He sneered and placed his hand on the gearshift, putting it in drive. He slipped his shades back on and looked at the road. God, why didn't he just leave?

"Suit yourself."

Despite his ability to slightly creep me out, he also had the ability to mesmerize me. It wasn't like I was complaining or anything.

"Can you not follow me, please?" I said, noticing how his car was moving in the same pace as I was walking. I suddenly seemed to have the guts when I wasn't so close to him.

Note to self: Stay far away from Adam, no sudden urges to-

"What makes you think I'm following you? My job just happens to be the same way you're walking," he said innocently.

"Please."

I continued walking as he continued following. I turned to yell something at him, but he beat me to it.

"Is this how slow you actually walk to school?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, this baby here is pretty fast, ya'know," he added, gesturing to the vehicle. "If you would just get in-"

"Okay, fine!" I shrieked, as he stopped the car. "I'll get in. But I swear, if you ever show up at my house again, I'm calling the cops."

What was with this guy? It seemed to me like this was the beginning of some sort of pattern.

"You amuse me." I heard him say.

I slid my backpack off my shoulder before throwing it in the backseat of the convertible before sitting in the front, next to him. I avoided eye contact as I felt his on me. I heard him chuckle before he drove off.

"My school is -"

"I know where it is."

I didn't respond. I anxiously waited for him to pull up to the wrong high school. Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to my school's parking lot. I flushed a little at doubting him.

…and how the hell did he know where I went to school?

"This is it, right?" he asked, once we were parked.

"Isn't that a little late to ask?" I irritatingly sighed.

"Not really. We could always turn back around. I know you're just pining to ride on - er, I mean ride around with me some more," he said chuckling. I rolled my eyes at his immaturity, got out, and made a big show of slamming the door. As soon as I began to walk away, I realized that I didn't get my backpack. I turned back to the shiny vehicle, attempting to grab my bag, but he was faster.

It was like the game tug of war. I pulled, he tugged. Of course, being the weakling that I was, his grip on my bag was stronger. Gravity lurched me forward, completely in his personal space.

I slightly gasped at how close my face was to his.

Again, he had that familiar hunger in his eyes. That overruled intense stare that just triggered something in me. His breathing was rapid. His eyes, glazed over , studying how my body was reacting. He was leaning in closer and closer...

"Adam..." I heard myself saying, still trying to get a hold of my bag. I heard the faint sound of the late bell ringing. Shit shit shit shit shit.

"What?" he said, his voice low and dark. Not even caring to notice that students passing by could see the scene we were making.

"I have to get to class," I said, becoming even more nervous once he started licking his lips. Those soft, full lips…

After a moment he let go of my bag, causing me to stumble backward a little. I was standing now, so he couldn't help but look me up and down. He smirked a little before speaking.

"You know, it's a shame that you'd never want to see me again," he said, still eyeing me. "But I'm pretty sure you will."

And that was the last thing he said before backing up, and speeding off.

I stood there for a few seconds before realizing that I wasn't even in the school yet. It was a guarantee that I was late for Science class. I cursed under my breath before running towards the front doors of the school.

"Nice of you to join us, Miss Neon," Mrs. Kidd said as I entered the classroom. I apologized briefly before taking my usual seat in the far back row of the classroom while she continued talking about what I guessed was DNA.

"Hey." I heard a familiar voice whisper.

I looked to the side of me to see one of my friends, Melina Perez trying to get my attention. She continued whispering. "Why weren't you at the bonfire last night? I thought you were coming with Kelly."

Oh great, so she was out late too.

"I was at the party before that, but it was late, and I had to get home," I explained. She nodded, seeming to understand. No bitching. No complaining. She was the exact opposite of Kelly.

"So Kelly told me that you bailed on her last night," she said while I scoffed.

Speak of the devil.

"I didn't bail on her. I had to get home. What, did she expect me to stay there all night?" My question was rhetorical, but she answered it anyways.

"You know how Kelly is."

Didn't we all.

"So are you doing anything on Saturday?" she asked, once again breaking my focus on the board where Mrs. Kidd was writing notes.

"Uh, no. Why?" I asked, multi-tasking.

"Well I know it's not exactly your scene, but there's this party..." she started.

"Mel, no... I'm not going to another one of those late night parties. I practically had to break into my room last night." I informed her.

"But this party is on a Saturday, Lexi. It's not like it's on a school night or anything," she clarified.

"True…" I said, oddly considering it.

"So please come, it wouldn't feel right without you... I'll be there, Kelly will be there, Amy, Brian... everyone," she said.

Well, at least most of my friends would be there. But again, did I not inform her that it would be hell sneaking back into my house?

It seemed like she knew what I was thinking. "I'll call your parent. I'll tell them that you're just over my house with Kelly and we're just having a girl's night out or whatever."

"But what if they called your mom and found out that I wasn't even there?" I asked.

"Don't worry about that. Trust me."

"Fine," I said. "But if this backfires, you go down with me." I warned her.

I hadn't seen Kelly all day. Me and her had five classes together and she'd been marked absent in all. I shook my head. I knew she'd be the one to get drunk and end up having to stay home because of a hangover. She was just that delicate.

Her parents were hardly ever home, so she basically got to do whatever she wanted. She could go dive off a cliff right now, and they probably wouldn't notice. But that wasn't my problem.

"So you guys didn't go to the bonfire?" I asked my Amy and Brian as we sat down at a vacant table in the cafeteria.

"I did," Amy said. "And trust me, I regret it," she said pushing her lunch tray away.

"So I'm guessing you got drunk?" I asked her and she nodded. I should have expected that. She was no better than Kelly besides the fact that she actually knew when to stop.

"Hangovers suck," the redhead muttered, rubbing her temples. "Why didn't you go?"

"She was tired, and it was late, so she left," she told Amy. I looked at Brian.

"So why didn't you go?"

"You know me," he said, playing around with his canned soda. "I don't do parties... I have higher standards than that."

Amy chuckled.

"Like what, your hair? If I didn't know you better, I'd say you were gay," she said, earning a glare from him.

He rolled his eyes and flipped her off.

By the time lunch, and the school day was over, I was pretty much stoked. Getting out of school was one of the best feelings, especially since it was a Wednesday.

"So you're positively coming to the party on Saturday, right?"

"Yes, Mel, for the thousandth time. When does it start?" We'd been standing in the parking lot now for about thirty minutes discussing Saturday night.

"Eight."

"Okay, where's it gonna be?"

"Kelly's place. Her parents are on some business trip somewhere," she explained.

I groaned inwardly. Kelly and parties were disaster prone.

"Fine," I sighed.

She grinned and then ran to catch her ride.

I smirked a little, and turned the opposite direction, not even watching where I was going before I bumped into someone's chest. Pretty hard too. I rubbed my head a little.

"Sorry," I said before my eyes met the once again dancing ones of Adam's.

"I'm guessing you'll need a ride," he said, smirking.

A/N: Gosh, what is up with Adam and these rides? This chapter is really bad. Not fun to write at all. Hmmph. But still hope you liked it. Even though it's a frickin filler. Review for hot sex with AJC! :D