I think of myself as flirty and dangerous. I can be a bit girly, but when it comes to it I'm 100% bad girl. And who says you can't be kind of girly and bad girl at the same time?

"This will do nicely. Good job, Casey."

"What can I say? Casey Jones always delivers."

"ok pretty boy, shut up and watch." He knits his eyebrows and folds his arms. I stand and think about what I'm about to do. The first time I did was when I was three. It was in an escape attempt which succeeded.

I jump. But when I land, I tuck myself into a ball, and I can control myself and steer myself and propel myself. I can move faster than the blink of an eye. It's pretty wicked. Or should I say, gnarly? After I do a few wheelies, I open back up to see Casey staring, as usual. He's cute when he's stunned.

"I know, I know. Wow. Stop gaping. We should get back now."

"Nah, we don't have to do anything. I mean, we can if you want, but. . ."

"I say we head back. But who knows what we'll get into tomorrow." I flip my hair over my shoulder and place my hands on my hips.

"ok, if you say so." He shrugs and turns to walk back to the lair. I follow.

"So, what are some things you do?" I ask

"Well, don't you already know? You watched me right?" he continues to walk, not looking at me.

"Well, I did not follow you home, if that's what you're asking. I know you like hockey, but that's it."

"See. this is what I mean. A few moments ago you didn't care what anyone was interested in, and now you're acting like you care."

"I care, I want to know. I want to get to know you, Casey You're the one I trust the most."

"And why is that?" He stops and looks at me. Part of me wants to tippytoe and kiss him on the cheek, but the other part just wants to wrestle him and claim dominance.

"You are the one that let me in. You care about what happens to me. The others don't. And for that, I feel like, well, I just want to get to know my hero a little bit more." I give him a soft smile. I don't try to use my looks against him, I don't want to, but he's just so cute, I can't help it.

"Well, I like to beat people up." He crosses his arms. I hate that he is taller than me, only slightly.

"How funny, so do I." The smile melts from my face and is replaced by pure anger. Just to scare him. But his face is chiseled in stone. He doesn't even twitch. I really want to kiss him now. But I hold myself back. You can't kiss him, not yet any way.

"ok, so we have something in common. What is something you like to do?" he asks

"Well, I like art." I say now placing my hands on my hips.

"Art? What kind of art?" he asks as he studies my face.

"Come on, I'll show you." I wave my hand for him to follow and we continue to walk. We reach an alley and turn down. I spread my arms to reveal my masterpiece.

"Graffiti? Did you do this?" he asks looking at my artwork.

"Yes, yes I did. Do you like it?" I ask.

"Hm," he leans closer to it and places a hand on his chin. "Well, it's very interesting." My shoulders slouch. "But yes, I like it."

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