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The Calling

Chapter 9: A Sucker For Hot Cars

"Would you let go already?" Anthony asked me, smacking my head for the 8th time that morning. "This is getting annoying."

"Tough luck, pretty boy," I mumbled, it was hard to talk while biting someone.

"How am I supposed to get anything done with you clamped down on my arm like some sort of cannibal?" He shook his arm, trying to shake me off. He looked up at the clock and sighed. "You know, I'm not supposed to be here, me and Emmett snuck in. I should get out of here before Edward finds out and kicks me all the way to Nepal."

"You taste like lemons," I told him. He gave me a strange look. "What? It's true." He grabbed my middle and yanked one more time, just in case. Like I intend on letting go. He gave up, and started walking towards the door. I pulled harder on his arm and tried to stop him, he dragged me along anyway. "Grrrr…"

"Quit your whining, it was your idea to bite me in the first place." I grabbed hold of the table. The table got dragged along with us to, screeching obnoxiously.

"What are you doing?" A sleepy Bella asked us.

"Leaving," Anthony muttered. I snickered against his lemon-flavored skin. Suddenly, we stopped moving. "I'm sorry, but I think we'll have to leave the table behind." The table was stuck in the doorframe. I grabbed it tighter, but Anthony pried my fingers loose. "Bye, Bella."

"Bye." She watched Anthony drag me across the driveway to his car and yank the door closed after he had pulled me in. He started the ignition, looking at me threateningly as the engine roared in the background.

"Go ahead kidnap me, see if I care," I growled. He opened the door to let Ollie in; he had snuck out of the house while the table was stuck. Ollie snuggled into Anthony's lap and looked curiously at me while I bit him.

"I love your kitty. What's his name?" Anthony asked me, stroking Ollie's back.

"Ollie."

"That's cute." That had to be the first boy I'd ever met who had the nerve to call something cute. I smiled at him. But realized I couldn't, I was still biting him. Oh well. I looked up at the speedometer.

"Wow. Anthony you're only going 120 miles and hour." He looked down at the dashboard. Then sped up a little bit. "Ever heard of sarcasm?" He sped up even more. "I suppose this is revenge for the biting thing?"

He chuckled, "Not even close, you cannibal."

We were already at the house, if that's what you call it, more like a mansion. There was a Lamborghini parked on the side of the house. Pretty. "You like it?" Anthony asked me.

"It's yours?"

"Yeah." Holy crap. Okay Nikki, seem as cute as possible. I was a sucker for hot cars. "You want to ride in it with me?"

Okay Nikki, boys want what they can't have, never say yes automatically. "I don't know, I promised Renee we could go shopping in Seattle, and I'm sure Alice already has plans to drag me somewhere."

"Oh, common. Please." He leaned in towards me. Whoa. "We can go to eat somewhere afterwards."

Oh my god food! "Okay." I get food!

He picked me up, bridal style. I hadn't realized he had gotten out of the car. "I said I would drive with you, not marry you, freak!"

He started humming "Here Comes The Bride" and threw me over his shoulder so that he was holding my legs and my head was on his back. "All the blood is rushing to my head!" He hopped up and down so my head whacked against him. "Ow!"

I heard a door open, and someone asked, "What are you doing Anthony?" Anthony walked right past the speaker, which was Alice. She looked at me quizzically.

"Don't ask," I grumbled while I was carried past her.

I smiled when I saw the bite marks on Anthony's arm.

-Hiding under bed- I warned you!