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I personally find this chapter hilarious, hopefully you get a few laughs out of it, too.

Our time in Tokyo was limited. Rahzel said they had to cut that part of the tour a little short, but that we would be back to race in the Megaplex later on in the season anyway. Nobody was particularly upset about this besides Kaori, who bitched and moaned to Mac all night long. How he endures her antics is way beyond me.

So the Showoff competition was pushed up a few days. Despite being miserably underpracticed, I'd managed to snag a bronze medal. My first on the SSX tour. The whole plane ride to France I couldn't stop glancing down, watching my warped reflection in its shiny surface.

Then we arrived at a small ski chalet at the foot of the Elysium Alps. I've dreampt of boarding here ever since the first SSX tour had made their rounds. I remember watching most of the competition on TV, while I was practicing my ass off.

So it was a surreal experience, what with the new medal and spending my first night tucked in the middle of a gorgeous mountain range. The snowcapped peaks stretched endlessly up towards the pitch black night sky, which was dotted with a multitude of stars you simply couldn't see in a big city. It wasn't too cold outside, so I sat on the balcony in my pajamas while enjoying the fresh air.

I heard the screen door open and shut behind me, and out came Mac and Eddie.

"Hope you don't mind us dropping in," Mac said, walking outside and leaning over the banister. He was wearing plaid pajama pants, a hoodie and nothing on his feet. "Wow, this place seems to get bigger every time I come here."

"So, in other words, it grows in proportion to your ego?" I asked sweetly. Mac rolled his eyes.

"What's up Charlotte? That medal around your neck isn't weighing you down yet?" teased Eddie, taking a seat on the floor next to me.

"Very funny, Wachowski," I replied. "So tell me, did you ever find that pencil I stuck in your fro? Yeah, I slipped it in earlier this morning when you weren't paying attention."

The amusing thing was that Eddie actually felt around in his orange mass of hair for a few seconds before he realized I was just poking fun.

"So hat the hell are you guys doing up this late? I figured you'd be the ones to hop on the course at the crack of dawn," I commented

"Just because we don't sleep in until all powder's gone every afternoon doesn't mean we go to bed too early," Mac snarked right back.

I shrugged. "Well then we should stop staying at places with such comfy beds."

Eddie was clad in one of his typical retro outfits. I noticed that he liked to wear his sunglasses all the time, even indoors and in the middle of the night. Eddie was kind of goofy but bearable to be around, unlike Mac, for whom my distaste has reached critical mass.

"Look, I've got jetlag... So see you tomorrow," I said with a fake yawn. I walked back inside before Mac or Eddie even bothered to answer me.

Wandering through the halls of the chalet, I decided to hit up the kitchen for a cup of coffee. As I was walking back up the stairs, I caught a glimpse of Psymon entering his room.

I don't really know why I knocked on the door and offered Psymon coffee. It was probably because I was lonely. Also, seeing as I can't stand half of the boarders on this circuit, my choice of companions is limited.

We were sitting on the bed in chatting about this and that for a few minutes. Unlike our last one-on-one in Japan, it wasn't really awkward. Psymon sipped his coffee and made a face at me.

"What, too much sugar?" I asked.

"I like my coffee like I like my metal. Black," he responded. "Remember that for next time."

"I think you'll take your coffee however I decide to make it," I chuckled. Psymon's upper lip twitched like he was going to smile, but he didn't. Big surprise there.

"Sugar makes my wild side flare up," replied Psymon. He downed the rest of the coffee and chucked the mug at the wall. It shattered, and ceramic remnants fell to the floor. "So why are you here, anyway? Can't you tell that you're a pain in my ass?"

"What the fuck is your Damage, Psy?!" I asked, getting right up in Psymon's face. He raised his eyebrows at me. The shiny metal of the rings piercing his flesh glinted despite the dim lighting. It made me realize how very close I was to his face.

"20,000 volts. What's yours?" Psymon replied in a voice no louder than a growl.

I couldn't tell you why I found Psymon to be really sexy right then and there, but something came over me and I tilted my head upward to press my lips against Psy's. Surprisingly, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled my body firmly against his, kissing me back fiercely.

As the kiss got more intense, Psymon pulled me down onto his bed. I pressed my body on top of his and rested my hand on the back of his neck. I could feel one of his many spiked tufts of hair. Psymon slid his hands up my stomach to my chest, lifting the tank top off of my torso and flinging it across the room.

"No bra today?" he smirked, looking down at my chest. "You're just asking for it."

Psymon rolled on top of me, all of his muscle mass pinning me down. A small gasp of excitement escaped from my lips. I was hoping he wouldn't notice how freaking hot I though he was, but Psymon pushed his hips down onto mine.

We kissed and groped each other for a few more minutes before I felt the pressure in Psymon's pants growing. His hand moved from my stomach down to the top of my pants, fingers fumbling with the button.

"Psymon," I protested weakly. His gaze met mine, eyes dark with lust and wanting.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Psymon snapped back.

"I don't really feel like fucking you." I shook Psymon off of my body and leaned back against the headboard.

"Why the fuck not?" Psymon said darkly. His voice was void of all emotion.

I drew closer to Psymon, and he flinched as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "I dunno... Let's just hang out tonight?"

Psymon snorted and pushed me off the bed. I landed on the carpeted floor with a soft thud. "Get the fuck out of my room. I don't like it when people screw with me!"

"I'm not screwing with you!" I yelled back, jumping to my feet. "Just because I don't want to fuck doesn't mean I don't want to be here! I just... Feel like we don't know each other that well."

Psymon threw back his head with laughter. "You knew me well enough the other night," he commented coolly.

I sat down on the bed and sighed. No matter what an asshole Psymon was being, all I wanted was to be there with him.

I gave Psymon a soft kiss on the lips, placing my hand on his cold cheek. Our noses brushed as I pulled away.

He reached out and tweaked one of my nipples. "So we're still on then?" he asked with that trademark psycho grin plastered on his lips. His strong arms pulled me in close and we were making out again.

A couple minutes later, I was standing in the hallway topless as Psymon's bedroom door was slammed in my face. "Nobody likes a fucking tease!" he yelled through the oak barrier.

I don't think Psymon knows the difference between a kiss full of passion and a kiss that leads into a fuck.

"Whoa... Hey there Charlotte!" called out Eddie. His eyes were wide as saucers behind his retro sunglasses, mouth slightly agape as he stood in the hallway oogling me.

I folded my arms across my chest, cheeks burning with embarassment.

"Wachowski! Give me your shirt right now!" I demanded. Eddie hastened to pull the light blue polo over his giant orange afro, tossing me the shirt. He liked to layer so he still had 2 spare shirts on. Convenient much?

"So... May I ask why you have no top on?" Eddie asked, trying to stifle his laughter. Right on cue, Psymon started howling manically from inside of his room.

"Yeah..." I mumbled awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck. Eddie's glance drifted down towards my chest, so I folded my arms again. All guys are after the same thing.

"So, Sketchy has a thing for Charlotte," Eddie grinned. "And it's in his pants."

"Oh, shut it," I snapped back. I turned on my heel and headed for the staircase. Reaching down into my pocket, I was relieved to feel that I hadn't dropped my room key in the scuffle.

I slipped into my suite and Zoe was sitting on her bed flipping through a magazine. She looked up at me and laughed.

"I'm not even going to ask," Zoe said in between chuckles.

"Yeah... Thanks," I replied with a forced grin. I rummaged through my dresser drawers.

"You know it's never boring hanging around you. You really keep it interesting," Zoe commented. She shut her magazine, it had a BMX bike on the front, and tossed it aside. "Is that.. Eddie's shirt? Don't tell me you were fooling around with him!"

"Nope. I kinda... Got kicked out of Psymon's room."

Zoe laughed. "Again? Didn't you guys hook up on New Years?"

I groaned. So Zoe knew about it, too. Which meant that Moby knew and probably Brodi, too.

"Yes. But that time I came back with all of my clothes," I replied simply. After mumbling about needing a shower, I grabbed some pajamas and headed for the bathroom.

I peeled off my (and Eddie's) clothes and stepped into the flow of water, hot steam enveloping my body.

As I leaned against the tiled wall and felt the hot water soak me, thoughts ran rampant through my mind. I definitely have a crush on Psymon. I haven't a clue why. It won't stay underground for long. He'll never want me as anything but a sex toy.

What the hell am I thinking... Psymon obviously wants nothing to do with me in general. I know nothing about him except that he has a kinky little Prince Albert piercing and he likes black coffee.

I rubbed apple scented shampoo into my thick hair, starting at the roots and working my way down to the ends. I felt sick and overwhelmed.

If snowboarding wasn't my passion, the thing I wanted to do day in and day out until my body gave up on me, I would have strongly considered packing my bags and leaving the following morning.