It was around 11 am that morning in Vespucci Beach when Sasha awoke out of her slumber to the sounds of the older man holding her snoring loudly. She opened her eyes to find herself facing Trevor, cuddled into his chest. He was in a deep sleep, and she admired his facial features. She wondered how someone could be so menacing, yet so… attractive to her at the same time. Her eyes drifted down to his neck, studying his "CUT HERE" tattoo with awe. She certainly didn't find the tattoo attractive, in fact, she thought only a maniac would have such a tattoo. And that's definitely what Trevor was to her, a maniac. She sighed thinking about the fact that she was attracted to such a maniac, and the events of last night suddenly flashed into her mind. She was so close to slipping up with Trevor, she practically did. But technically, it was nothing they haven't done before. She remembered Floyd and Wade accidentally interrupting and how embarrassed she felt. She considered herself lucky for that to happen as if it was some kind of sign from the universe to stop her from making the biggest mistake of her life by getting involved with this clearly disturbed man. Yet, with her being locked in his embrace throughout the entire night, she also had the feeling that it was already far too late. Still, to her, she technically didn't do anything though. This technicality was all she needed to motivate herself to escape the man's arms and reach out to her friend, Mercedes, who was probably worried sick for her as Sasha had entirely failed to keep in contact with her friend after the exciting events that she had lived through yesterday, from playing as a spy on the Ballas to smoking with Trevor and ending up nearly dry humping him. Slightly angry with herself for letting herself slip up like that, she immediately removed herself from Trevor's embrace, carefully in a matter to avoid waking him, grabbed her phone and exited the bedroom quietly to walk into the living room. Wade and Floyd were both nowhere in sight, and she had assumed that they were both gone already, realizing it was almost 11:30. She dialed her friend, and after a few rings, Mercedes picked up the call.

"Hello? Are you even still alive?" Mercedes questioned angrily as she answered the phone.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I got caught up and lost track of time and I completely forgot to call you. Can we meet later? I'll explain everything," Sasha responded. She hadn't known exactly what she was going to tell her friend but she felt bad enough to assume she could somehow find a way to fix it.

"Fine… I'm busy most of the day though. I don't even get back to my apartment until around 5. You want me to pick you up then?" Mercedes asked in a less annoyed tone.

"Nooo, that's okay. I'll find my way there," Sasha replied, dreading the thought of sitting in such an awkward car ride with her friend.

"Okay… see you later then, if you even show up," Mercedes commented somewhat annoyed before hanging up the phone. Sasha shook her head and sighed as she put her phone back in her pocket. She turned around to find Trevor leaning against the door frame watching Sasha, causing her to feel a little self-conscious.

"How long were you listening for?" she asked defensively.

"Oh, just caught the last of it," Trevor responded. "Your friend, is she upset with you?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. She's annoyed that I didn't tell her where I was going or that I wasn't even coming back. Just from everything that happened yesterday and last night I was distracted and wasn't even thinking about her, I just completely forgot," Sasha said as she sighed and made her way to the kitchen to open the fridge to find something to drink. Trevor smiled in response as he thought about last night.

"Anyway, I have to go see her later," Sasha said as she bent down to look in the fridge for something to quench her thirst. "Do you have any like… pineapple juice or anything?" she questioned as she eyed her limited options. He scoffed in response as he walked into to the kitchen.

"Pineapple juice? How fucking pretentious can you get?" he commented harshly. She looked at him and rolled her eyes in response.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it! It's good, I drink it all the time," she remarked as she poured some water into a cup and walked over to sit down on the stool behind the kitchen island, facing Trevor in the kitchen. He eyed her as she did so.

"Oh you do, huh…? A lot?" he commented suggestively. She clearly wasn't picking up on his innuendo.

"Yeah. So?" she asked in confusion.

"So, you're telling me you've got a pretty sweet pussy then, huh?" he responded creepily with a suggestive grin on his face. Her eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected, vulgar response.

"What are you even talking about?" she asked defensively.

"Oh, come on! Everybody knows that when a girl eats pineapple, it makes her pussy taste sweeter!" he said confidently as if he was an expert on the topic. Sasha laughed out loud in response.

"Okay, I did know that, but that's DEFINITELY not what I was getting at!" she yelled in defense, although failing to contain her laughter. He smiled in response.

"Mmm, so it does taste sweet, then?" he questioned suggestively. Her cheeks began to flush in embarrassment, as she was extremely uncomfortable discussing this topic with him.

"I, uh… How would I know?" she managed to stutter out defensively, gulping her water to avoid looking him in the eye.

"What? None of your little boyfriends have ever commented on it?" he asked demandingly. She swallowed some more water nervously before speaking up again.

"They wouldn't know either," she commented, hoping to end the conversation but not realizing exactly what she had just told him. A surprised look came over his face as his eyes looked at her in disbelief.

"No… you're fucking with me, right? You mean to fucking tell me a man has never offered to eat your sweet, delicious cunt?" he asked, extremely vulgarly. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat at his vulgar words, somewhat annoyed that he was prying so hard into her personal life without any absolute right to do so. Still, she tried to remain level-headed, as she knew how unstable Trevor could actually be.

"Ugh. No, they have. I just never let them. It's not like it's any of your fucking business, anyway," she responded with attitude, annoyed at his growing curiosity and him continuously embarrassing her. He smiled in response before speaking up.

"Well, I guess that's the difference between me and them. I wouldn't let you stop me," he said in a somewhat threatening tone, causing her to blush uncontrollably as thoughts of his face in between her legs lingered through her mind. She eyed him uncomfortably and remained silent before he spoke up again.

"I wanna be the first man - no, no. I wanna be the only man to ever eat your sweet, delicious cunt," he stated menacingly, emphasizing the vulgar words. She leaned her elbows against the table and covered her face in embarrassment.

"Shut up, Trevor!" she raised her voice as she removed her hands from her face. She quickly hopped off the stool and walked away into the living room in embarrassment, pulling out her phone as she entered the living room. Amused, he quickly walked after her.

"Aw, no need to get mad, baby! Don't be ashamed!" he yelled after her. She turned around and faced him while reading a text from Mercedes on her phone.

"I'm not mad... You're just embarrassing me," she replied calmly as she kept her gaze on her phone.

"Aw, I'm sorry, sweetheart. C'mon now, forgive Uncle Trevor," he said as he stepped towards her, outstretching his arms to gesture for a hug. As she was reading her phone, the man stepped closer to put his arms around her, looking down at her as she first attempted to push him away, giggling. Eventually, she gave in, sighing as she released her arms from her chest and wrapped them around the older man. As annoying as he was, she couldn't help but feel safe in his arms and find comfort in them. She leaned her head against his chest and rested it there, with her eyes wandering around the apartment, a million thoughts in her head at once. Trevor held her tighter and put his nose down to her hair to inhale her scent, to which she definitely took notice of. She chuckled in response and broke free from the embrace as a result.

"Okay, that's enough," she chuckled as she lightly pushed him away.

"What? Oh, right! Now it's time to finish what we were gonna start last night, huh?" he replied in a serious tone. She paused for a second to remember the events of last night, leading up to her straddling the man and allowing him to continue to make his mark on her neck. She pulled her hand up to feel the mark on her neck before smiling nervously.

"No, no… and as far as I'm concerned, nothing was even going to happen last night," she teased. A devilish smirk spread across his face.

"Oh really, huh? So that wasn't you sitting on my lap last night, letting me have my way with you?" he questioned suggestively.

"No," she responded sternly. "And besides, I was heavily under the influence. Doesn't even count."

"Mmm.. yeah… right… you're still a bad liar," he grumbled angrily under his breath as he stared at her. Her little hard to get act was becoming too frustrating for him and he didn't know how much longer he would be able to take it without controlling himself. She heard the increasing irritation in his voice and was slightly put off by it as if he was trying to hold himself back from going off on her. She glanced at her phone again. The text from Mercedes read that her plans for the day were canceled and that Sasha could show up whenever she wanted. Sasha awkwardly cleared her throat before speaking up.

"So… umm, I gotta go meet up with Mercedes…" she began to speak.

"Now?" he asked.

"Well, yeah..." she trailed off.

"Alright. Can I drive you?" he asked.

"You don't have to, you know. I could take the subway," she joked but was also serious.

"Yeah, right. So some motherfucking pervert on the train can steal you away from me?" he joked as he grabbed his keys, waving his arm as a gesture for her to follow behind him.

"I'm not even yours for someone else to steal," she muttered under her breath as she followed him, but it was loud enough that he heard it. She was flattered by his flirting, there was no doubt she appreciated it, but she didn't particularly like when Trevor made her feel like nothing more than just an object of his possession. As crazy as it sounded, she actually cared for the outwardly crazy man and maybe she was even possibly starting to develop feelings for him. He quickly turned around and shot her an angry look, but made no comment. He then proceeded to exit the apartment, walk down the stairs, and get in his truck. Sasha followed behind him and hopped into the passenger seat. After turning on the engine, right before Trevor was about to pull the truck out of the driveway, a call came in on his phone.

"Michael, my man! How's Amanda?" Trevor asked sarcastically as he picked up the phone. Sasha turned towards him curiously, trying to hear the other end of the conversation, but to no avail.

"Yeah, we should be good to go by tomorrow," Trevor stated again.

"Sounds good, I'll get on it," Trevor said once again before hanging up the phone. "Do you uh, mind if I take care of a little something before I drop you off?" Trevor asked as he turned to face Sasha.

"Of course not, but seriously don't kidnap me. I actually really need to go see Mercedes, Trev," Sasha responded jokingly.

"Calm down, calm down... I'll get ya to ya lil girly's place… right after we handle some business!" he stated as he pulled the truck out onto the street.

"Mm, yeah? And what exactly is this business?" Sasha questioned curiously. Trevor was driving around the streets of Vespucci Beach by now.

"Well, me and the boys… you know, Michael, and Franklin... we're uh pulling together a little, uh... plan, so to speak," Trevor said suspiciously. Sasha laughed in response.

"Ohhhh right... that thing on the board... and is this 'plan' legal?" she joked as she faced out towards the streets of Vespucci. Trevor let out a manic laugh.

"Of course not! Where would the fun be in that? Which, is exactly why we need to get a getaway car and stow it someplace safe. Gotta find something fast to make a clean escape. You in?" he questioned as he quickly turned to look at her as he was driving. She giggled in response.

"To find a car? Sure. But why can't you just use your truck?" she questioned as he drove.

"Ohhhh, Sasha you have so much to learn. There's no protection! How would we be able to drive away when we're being shot at?" Trevor preached enthusiastically. Sasha let out a light laugh and shook her head, as the thought of bullets being fired at them didn't even cross her mind. Clearly, she did have a lot to learn. Trevor pulled up to a side street in Vespucci and parked the truck, hopping out as Sasha quickly followed. The two of them walked up to a nearby street corner by an intersection with a traffic light. There was a variety of expensive looking cars parallel parked on the side of the street which Trevor pointed to.

"Alright, take your pick!" he exclaimed.

"What? One of these? You're gonna buy one of these?" she questioned. Trevor laughed to himself at her cluelessness.

"No, you think I'm a fucking idiot? Why would I fucking buy a getaway car so it can be traced back to me? We're gonna steal one!" Trevor exclaimed a little more excited than he should be.

"So, let me get this straight. Before you commit your actual crime, you're gonna prepare for it by committing a different crime?" she joked.

"Exactly!" Trevor exclaimed enthusiastically. She instantly laughed in disbelief, eyeing the cars to decide which one to pick. Suddenly, a man driving a white convertible Lamborghini pulled up to the red light, only a few feet away from them.

"Ohhh, ohhh. That one's a beauty!" Trevor exclaimed as he looked at the car.

"Yeah, but someone's in it," Sasha commented. Trevor looked at Sasha and smiled wickedly before turning back to face the car.

"You can run fast, right?" Trevor questioned urgently.

"What?" Sasha quickly questioned in uncertainty, unaware of why he was asking.

"Listen. Here we go. You fucking run and get in that car the second I hop in, alright?" Trevor stated urgently.

"Trevor, what? Wait-" Sasha tried to stop him before Trevor was angrily running into the street. He ran towards the driver's seat of the Lamborghini, opened the door, and angrily pulled the man out of the driver's seat and onto the street while screaming "Get the fuck out!" Trevor proceeded to hop into the driver's seat and Sasha watched in shock as she quickly ran over to the passenger side.

"Sasha! Fucking get in!" Trevor screamed as Sasha nervously panicked and fumbled into the car, managing to sit in the passenger seat as Trevor immediately sped off in the Lamborghini.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" she exclaimed in excitement. "Did you really just fucking do that!?" Sasha screamed out loud in response as Trevor laughed maniacally.

"Yeah, and if you took any longer I wouldn't have fucking gotten away with it!" he screamed back.

"I'm sorry! Maybe a little more warning next time! Holy shit!" Sasha screamed as the adrenaline in her blood increased as Trevor drove at an increasing speed throughout the streets. Suddenly, Sasha heard sirens and saw two police cars in the rearview mirror chasing after them.

"Great, police," Trevor commented nonchalantly as he continued to speed up.

"Oh my god! Trevor! What are you gonna do? I can't go to jail!" she panicked.

"Fucking calm down, we'll lose 'em! I do this almost every day," he stated, way too casually. She couldn't help but feel extremely anxious as Trevor drove manically throughout the streets, weaving between cars, making sharp turns and running red lights. She felt as if she was in a fast and furious movie. With her eyes never closing to take away the sight of the high-speed chase she had found herself in, before she knew it Trevor was driving onto the Del Perro Pier. A police car was a good distance behind them but still following, and Sasha watched in horror as scatters of people ahead of her ran out of the way to avoid being hit by Trevor, who was still driving full speed across the boarded pier. The police car in back of them was no longer in sight, and Trevor reached the end of the pier, turning the car alongside the edge to park it. Breathless, Sasha immediately got out of the car and looked at the view, trying to catch her breath. Trevor got out as well.

"Ha ha ha, what did I tell you? We got away!" Trevor exclaimed ecstatically. After catching her breath, Sasha spoke.

"Oh my god, you're fucking crazy!" she screamed in excitement, and couldn't help but smile at what they had just done. Suddenly, sirens coming from the distance increased in volume and Sasha could see a cop car speeding up across the pier coming for them.

"Shit! Trevor! I thought you lost them!" Sasha shouted in a panic. "Fuck!" Trevor yelled in frustration as he turned around and saw the police car quickly approaching them. Without knowing what to do, Sasha quickly began to run down the steps towards the immediate end of the pier, looking for someplace to go or hide, and Trevor quickly ran down after her. In the heat of the moment, Sasha, panicking and not knowing what to do, climbed onto the railing of the end of the pier and jumped off into the water, feeling a sense of relief come over her as she entered the ocean. She swam to the surface quickly and began to laugh crazily as she looked up at Trevor, who watched her jump off in shock.

"And I'm the fucking crazy one!?" Trevor screamed down to Sasha in the water and she laughed in response as she floated at the surface. She watched as Trevor quickly looked back behind him at the approaching cop car, and then proceeded to climb up on the railing and dive off into the water. She watched in awe as the man did a perfect dive, and a few seconds later he came up to the surface only a few feet away from her.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" she shouted in excitement as she began to swim towards him, with her heart racing a billion beats per minute. Trevor looked at her in the midst of the excitement and smiled. Suddenly, without realizing what she was doing and being so excited in the heat of the moment, she swam closer to Trevor and put her hands on his shoulders and pressed her lips to his, kissing him. He opened his eyes in shock and then quickly closed them as he proceeded to kiss her back, slipping his tongue inside of her mouth as she eagerly accepted it. She pulled away to look up as the police shouted "They're not here!" and he smiled at her, completely forgetting the police were even still looking for them.

"Come on," she whispered as she swam under the pier to avoid being seen, with Trevor following behind her.