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Ch. 4 Rebel

"Wake up, lazy butt," I heard Cody tell me as I felt a hand slap my ass. It's way for early for this shit.

"Cody, go away," I said, pulling the covers over my head. He only pulled them away. Cover stealer.

"No, now get up. You promised we'd go out tonight." I sighed. Ever since we broke up, Cody hasn't stopped trying to get me back. I kept trying to be gentle about friend zoning him but he wasn't one to make it easy. Especially when he kept on trying.

"But it's-"

"Nine o' clock. You got time to hop in the shower, get dressed, put some makeup on and we can go." Reluctantly, I sat up in my bed. Today was a lazy day for me since I had no classes and I didn't have to work today.

"And where exactly are we going?" He shrugged.

"The club, I guess. But we can just sit in the restaurant part if we want."

"Whatever you want to do." I got out the bed and was about to walk around him when he put his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. The action made me blush as I looked up into his royal blue eyes. Cody had nice Caucasian skin, clean cut blonde hair, a tall, sort of muscular body, full lips and one of the sexiest voices a guy could have. We've been friends since we were little. Me, him and Brittany were the three musketeers and probably always would be. "Cody," I started.

"I know but I just can't help it. I miss holding you."

"Cody, I can't do this."

"When will you be ready? I mean, I can wait if you want me to."

"Don't wait. Really. I don't know how long I'll be and you deserve a nice girl." I smiled at him. "Just be happy."

"I'm perfectly happy right here with you." I pecked his kiss before walking around him to my closet. Must he always be so complicated?

I pulled out a fitted black dress that had jewels on the top and had a low dip in the front. A pair of red pumps would do well with this. I took a quick shower and got dressed. Since my hair was wet, I easily brushed it so that when I blow dried it, all the curls would be wavy. My makeup consisted of red tonight just because I felt like it. When I walked out the bathroom, Cody's jaw dropped. "Well hello bombshell!" I blushed.

"Just trying to look nice."

"You look more than nice. You look beautiful." My blush deepened as I grabbed my red clutch purse.

"Thanks. Shall we go?"

"We shall," he said, holding out his arm. I linked our arms together. We went to the most popular club in town but I wasn't too mad about it. They played the best twerk music. Not that I can twerk though. Brittany tried to teach me once… Let's just say that I failed terribly. My ass is big but it won't move right! Stupid body.

"Let's go sit over there," I said, pointing to an empty table near the window. For some reason, I liked sitting near windows. I have a theory that it's for safety. If anything breaks out in here, I can kick the window open and be out. Always gotta be prepared. Cody nodded, lacing his fingers through mine. Though I felt a bit uncomfortable, I let him hold my hand as we walked to the empty table. He pulled out my chair for me so I thanked him by pecking a kiss at his cheek. Blush flew over his cheeks wildly. Hehe, he was so adorable. Just because I broke up with Cody doesn't mean that I don't still love him. He's one of the best things that ever happened to me and I will be damned if I lose him.

"So," Cody started once he was seated. Peanut Butter. Yup, I was on my period.

"Yes," I said. Suddenly Cody smiled.

"Remember the time in sophomore year of college when you and Brittany got so drunk and became strippers?" Sadly…

"Cody," I whined as he started laughing.

"What's wrong, Snickers?"

"Shut up, Alejandro." He blushed deeply.

"That was one time! You and Brittany become Snickers and Cinnamon every time yall get drunk." I rolled my eyes. "You just turned 21 too! Such a bad girl!"

"Shut up, Alejandro." Cody smiled.

"Come on, Snickers, you know I'm just playing around with you." I flipped him off making him laugh.

"My name is not Snickers. It's Rosalinda."

"Not when you're drunk." I rolled my eyes but I couldn't help but giggle. Brittany and I did some crazy stuff when we were drunk but hey, isn't that what the point of alcohol is? Even if it isn't, I don't think I really care. Acting like strippers is actually fun. Well, until you start falling off the pole. I think I still have bruises on my butt from the first time I tried to pole dance.

"Whatever. Do me a favor and get some drinks, will ya?" He stood up and bowed.

"As you wish princess," he said in a stupid voice making me giggle before walking off to the bar. Damn, now I was bored. Where's- oh there he is. Indeed, my green haired "friend" had walked in the door with Ray and some other guy that had navy hair and violet eyes. His eyes were scanning around the club, lingering on the dancers and the other whores that were here. A pang of jealousy rang in the pit of my stomach. For some reason, I longed for him to look over at me. I didn't care if he got pissed or not. Just as long as I got his attention. Screaming out Mexico crossed my mind but I was not really in the mood for being pinned up against something and getting threatened. Instead, I simply watched as the three guys walked to the bar. Cody was there, waiting for our drinks. When they caught his eye, I saw his body language get a little nervous. Cody wasn't really that buff so they had probably intimidated him without meaning to. I should probably go over there and help him.

Reluctantly, I got up out my seat to walk over to Cody. The wimp was practically shaking at the sight of those boys. I swear me and Brittany turned him gay or like feminine or something. Well Brittany did. I'm too tomboyish. "You alright," I asked him, making him jump. Immediately, he straightened his composure, puffing out his chest.

"Yea, I'm cool. Why wouldn't I be?" I nodded my head to the three boys near us.

"Because they look like they could kill someone." Cody shrugged.

"True but I'm good. You should go sit back down. I don't wanna fight three guys because they were staring at you." Oh, I just remembered he hasn't met Ray yet. Well, he better not hit on me or I will kill him for Brittany.

"Alright," I said before turning. My eyes locked with his ice blue ones, making heat rush to my cheeks. He was glaring at me. Well, that's great. In an attempt to brush off my fear, I waved to him and shot him one of my pageant winning smiles.

"What are you doing," I heard Cody ask from behind me.

"Nothing," I said quickly before hearing my name being called. To my surprise, it was Ray who was waving at me and motioning for me to come over. Fuck…

"Do you know him?"

"That's Brittany's boyfriend. Be right back." I strutted over to the three boys, swaying my hips as I did so. The navy haired one smirked at me with interest though Scourge was glaring at me but his eyes were on my hips. Ha, asshole. "Hey Ray," I said when I reached them.

"Sup. Where's Britt," he asked, looking over my shoulder at Cody. I shrugged.

"Honestly, she could be anywhere knowing her."

"True." He looked to his friends. "You know Scourge, and this is Tony." The navy haired one got up and took my hand. He lifted it up to his lips.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful." I blushed but mentally shrugged it off. He was cute but I liked Scourge better. Sounds mean, yes but hey, I've always been attracted to assholes. Well, except for Cody. And every other guy I've dated… Guess I'm experimenting something new for a change.

"Same to you." I looked to Scourge who had crossed his arms. A devious smile came across my lips, making the glare on his face harden. "Hey Mexico," I said, waving my fingers.

"For the last fucking time, I'm Puerto Rican," he snapped. Tony and Ray snickered at my nickname for him.

"I know but I told you, I wanted to call you Mexico." He sighed, closing his eyes.

"What are you even doing here?"

"None of your business. What are you doing here? Stalking me?"

"Not even in your dreams."

"So they're in yours then?" He opened his eyes. Damn, they were pretty.

"If you don't go the hell away."

"You'll do what? Threaten me? Ohh, I'm so scared." Tony put his arm between us.

"Alright, love birds, enough." I blushed at the comment.

"We don't love each other," Scourge said, getting annoyed. Another sting rung at my heart but I brushed it off the best I could. Why'd I even like Scourge? It was obvious that he didn't return the feelings. Sometimes, he seemed like the only feelings he did have were agitation and anger. But eh, I bet there's a nice person, deep, deep down inside.

"Sure," Ray said with a roll of his eyes. Was he hinting that Scourge liked me to or that I liked Scourge? Whatever, I should probably get out of here before that Mex- I mean Puerto Rican slaps the shit outta me.

"I gotta go. See you guys around?"

"Wait," Tony said, grabbing my arm before I could walk away. "Here's Scourge's number. Call him anytime." Scourge turned his glare to his friend, making the man laugh. "Come on, dude. It's obvious she likes you." My whole face was probably red by now. Sure, I was mixed but my skin was like a tanned Caucasian's so they could probably still tell that I was blushing. Before Scourge could say anything, I practically ran back to Cody. The piece of paper was still in my hand though. Carelessly, I stuck it in my bra.

"What took you so long," Cody asked, breaking away from his sip of beer.

"I know one of the guys so I was just talking to him for a little while."

"The Hispanic one?" I nodded. "He didn't look too happy to see you."

"He's never happy to see me."

"So, he doesn't like you?"

"Nope."

"Then why talk to him?" Well…

"Um, I kind of have a little crush on him…" Cody looked a bit pissed for a second before he smiled.

"Aw, Rosy's got a crush," he said in a baby voice. I kicked him.

"Shut up. He doesn't like me back," I said, looking down to stir my straw around in my martini.

"You're right, I don't," I heard his sexy voice say from behind me. My face flashed red again. "You, me, outside."

"But-"

"Now." Aw damn. I downed my martini before turning to face him. Again, he was towering over me but this time, I felt a bit scared. It wasn't light out like last time. Instead, it was near pitch black outside. I don't know how long we'd been in this club but it must have been a while.

"Be right back," I said, shooting an apologetic smile to Cody. Just like the first time Scourge threatened me, we walked outside with me in front and him close behind. If he pinned up against the wall then he had better smell like cinnamon buns again. "Look, Mexico, I really don't feel like being threatened again. I stayed away from you but Ray was the one who called me over," I spoke as I turned to face him once we were near an alleyway next to the club.

"I know." He paused. "Stop calling me that."

"No."

"Excuse me?" Damn, his accent was sexy.

"I said, no. I like calling you Mexico. It's funner than calling you Scourge – not that I have anything against your name, I just-"

"Shut up." I pouted but did as I was told. "You really need to stay away from me. This is the last time I'm telling you this. I get that Ray called you over and I'm not pissed about that. When I tell you to stay away from me, I mean it. If you see me, don't fucking wave at me. We are not friends."

"Why can't we be? I mean, it's not like I ran over your cat. I kicked your ass yes but you started it. Besides, you don't even know me."

"Maybe I don't want to know you, Rosy. Have you ever thought about that?" No, actually. "I have plenty of girls around me so I don't need you." His words hurt a bit. Okay, I lied. It hurt a lot. Tears pricked at me eyes a little. Dammit, why am I almost crying over some guy that I barely even know? It's not like I don't have other guys who wouldn't love to go out with me. There are plenty of them. Scourge is just different from them. Probably because I'm the one running after him and it not being the other way around.

"So, that's it then? I'm not sexy enough for you?"

"I never said that."

"No, but that's what you meant right?"

"No," he said, his voice softening up a bit. Was I dreaming or was that glare on his face going away. "Rosy, it's not that you're not hot or anything because you are."

"Really," I asked, getting a smile on my face. "You think I'm hot?" He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I do but that doesn't change anything." My smile dropped. "Look, I'm just not interested in you."

"So I have to be a slut for you to be interested in me?"

"No. Dammit, Rosy, where are you getting all these damn ideas from?"

"I read between the lines. You have plenty of girls, I'm not sexy enough. Now, you aren't interested when all those girls you have are probably whores." Yea, bitch, I'm smarter than I look.

"That's not where I'm coming from. I just don't need some annoying girl around."

"Oh, so I'm annoying?"

"Yes, you are."

"Well I'm sorry for living in the same town as you. You think I like seeing you everywhere?"

"You did say that you liked me."

"You heard that," I exclaimed, more blush crossing my cheeks. At least it's dark out here so he can't see it.

"Of course I heard that. You need to pay attention more."

"Well, I don't like seeing you everywhere. Well I do but you told me to stay away from you so I'm trying but I can't help but to like you. I haven't had a boyfriend in three years, as pathetic as that sounds and lucky you are the first guy to ever intrigue me. What's so wrong with me liking you anyway? Are afraid of a girl like me? Or are you afraid that someone might actually want to be with you in something that's more than just sexual?" His glare came back.

"Go to Hell, Rosy." I bit my lip as my heart got torn apart even more. There was something wrong with him that's he's not telling me. Something had to have happened to him like something happened to me. Whatever it is, I'm going to figure it out. Even if I have to force it out of him.

"Scourge, just give me a chance," I said, my voice softer than usual.

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no! How many times do I have to reject you, Rosy! I do not want to be with you!"

"How many times are you going to keep telling yourself that?" He shook his head.

"You're psycho."

"But you like it."

"I do not like you!"

"Then why were you staring at me, first? Huh? Because you don't like me? If you didn't like me then you wouldn't have been looking in the first place! Scourge, just open up to what you feel in your heart – if you even have one!"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, my heart died a long time ago!"

"So you're a vampire," I asked, raising an eyebrow. He growled, turning around. Like the pathetic girl I am, I watched him walk away. My heart was in pieces but I didn't care. Scourge would never like me no matter what I did. He could accept that reality. The sad thing is, I was the one who was still living in a fantasy.

Wow, i have been updating a lot lately. But eh, this story is coming easy to me which should be a good thing - i think.

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