I saw Mordecai running towards the coffee shop and darted after him. "Mordecai!" I shouted. He glanced back, but continued running. "What the hell is he doing?" I muttered under my breath. I sped up until I was right behind him. I reached out and grabbed him shoulder and threw him down. He grunted as he hit the ground and I stood over him. "What are you doing?" I hissed, crossing my arms.

"Setting things straight with Margaret." He snapped.

"Were things ever not straight?" I asked. He snorted.

"I don't want her to think that we are dating, because we're not!" he quickly got to his feet and faced me.

"That gives you no right to kick me out of your room, you're the one that didn't wake me up!" I snarled.

"Well too bad, you can sleep on the couch because for the last week, Rigby has been ruining my life because of that!" Mordecai was starting to raise his voice.

"That's not my fault! And I can't sleep downstairs! I refuse!" I shot back, starting to raise my voice as well.

"Why not!?"

"Because when I was little, I had to sleep in the attic and it was always dark and there were rats and mice and they would always scratch me and climb over me in my sleep and when I tried to get out, my dad would just lock me in there! And once he tied me to my bed when my mom was gone and left me there for 3 days!" I screamed. Mordecai and I were about an inch apart and I was up in my tippy toes since Mordecai was taller than me.

Mordecai raised his eyebrows and took a step back. He blinked and then turned around and walked away.

"Where are you going?" I hissed.

"Telling Margaret that we're not dating." Was all he said before running off again. I screamed at the sky and stormed back to the house. I flopped down on the couch and buried my face in a pillow and screamed. I sat up and called out Rigby's name.

No answer. "Rigby?" I called out again.

"He's at the coffee house." Someone said from upstairs. I looked up and saw Benson.

I sighed. "Alright. Thanks." And I flopped back down to bury my face in the pillow that was now wet even though I didn't cry. Or spit.

"Can I talk to you for a second Heather?" Benson asked calmly. Too calm.

"Sure." I said cautiously. I walked upstairs into Benson's office and sat down. "What's up?" I asked casually.

Benson straightened some papers. "I was just wondering how you like it here." He said, not looking at me.

"Um, it's pretty cool here." I answered.

"Good, so you'll be staying for a while?" he asked. I nodded slowly. Relief washed over his face. He stood up and walked towards me. "Good. I have a liking for you. And not just any liking, a strong liking." Benson murmured, running his fingers through my hair. I shook my head away.

"Dude, what the H? Back off!" I snapped. Benson shushed me.

"Ah, ah, ah!" he said, clicking his tongue, "The more you resist, the worse it will get!" he snickered. My eyes widened.

"What do you mean?" I gulped. Benson crouched down so we were face-to-face.

"You aren't any ordinary girl, Heather." He said seductively. My lip trembled. Benson noticed this. "Oh don't be scared, no need to tremble." He whispered. My lip still trembled. "Here, let me help." Then without any warning, he locked his lips with mine. My eyes opened wide and I pushed him off of me.

"What the hell are you doing!?" I spat. Benson looked at me sternly.

"You tell anyone and your fired. And I'll tell everyone why you're really here." Benson threatened. My blood turned to ice. Why the hell did I tell him that!? I mentally cursed to myself and then let out a long breath.

"I have to go, I hear someone calling my name." I lied. Benson narrowed his eyes.

"The more you resist, the worse it will get." He warned. I gulped and nodded before hurrying out the door. I ran down the stairs and when I reached the bottom, I raced towards the door.

When I got outside, I ran into Mordecai. I fell backwards and he gasped.

"Heather I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!" he apologized, helping me up. When I got to my feet, I hugged Mordecai. "Um, are you ok?" he asked slowly. I let go and bit my tongue to keep from crying out what just happened.

"Yea," I coughed, "I-I just wanted to say sorry for giving you a hard time." I lied. Mordecai smiled.

"It's cool. I shouldn't have freaked out, but you do still have to sleep on the couch." Mordecai reminded me. I nearly choked.

"O-ok." I stuttered. "Um, got to go, bye!" I said quickly, pushing past the two of them.

I flopped down onto the couch and turned off the light. "Night guys." I said.

"Night Heather." They replied going upstairs. I listened to their voices, bragging about winning the videogame, until a closed door muffled them. I gulped and pulled my knees up to my chest and hugged them.

"It's going to be ok Heather." I told myself. "He's at his apartment." I closed my eyes for a second before I heard the front door open.

"Heather." A sing-songy voice called out. A voce that had warned me earlier and had seduced me. My breath was caught in my throat.

"No." I whispered.