Hi this one's longer.

Also, the writing may not be as good in this one. I'm not feeling so good and...

Oh damn, okay, I'm fine, the writing isn't good, because it isn't good! I might as well be straight!

I promise I'll do better next time, and I hope you're enjoying what I'm doing with Celia and Dylan ( I've somewhat corrected the name, Celia!)

Also, this is also the scene where Carlos confronts Dylan in the epilogue of ROA.

Thanks for the reviews, you guys are great, especially those of you who bother to go on and review most chapters. Thankyou guys, you're all awesome for reviewing and It makes me smile everytime I read your reviews!

So without much ado...

Disclaimer: Don't own ROA or PC.

Dylan

It's been a week since I kissed Celia.

Right now, I'm standing in the lunch line. Amanda is saying something to me, I'm not sure what, something to do with cheerleading and how the coach should assign the girls on the squad, shorter pom skirts, because that would make it easier for her to jump and do her T and P formations.

Personally, I think she wants 'em so that she can show her thong to the audience, so I'm not objecting.

We walk towards the lunch table and sit down, Amanda still talking to me, a fruitless attempt to hook me in.

I can sense it, the moment Celia walks in the room. She's talking to her friend- Ava or Ada, something like that- her curled black hair, glossy under the pale lights, and her full lips stretched out in a smile.

I'm frozen for a second, because I remember what it was like to have those lips under mine, probing my mouth, her tongue slippery against mine, her soft warm body, in my arms.

"Dude. DUDE. Hello!" I blink and look at Danny Hendrew, his thick hand waving under my nose. "Are you even listening. You deaf or somethin'?"

I shake my head of the images and nod. "Yeah, sorry, man, what?"

Danny puts an arm around his girlfriend Macy and grins. "I said, we gotta par-tay goin' on this weekend. You in?"

I raise my eyebrows at Amanda, who's looking right at me, biting her cherry frosted lip, a fair eyebrow raised. "He doesn't have a date, Danny." She say's flicking her eyelashes.

I look right at her, putting on the full force of my attention on her. Girls can't resist that and this one, is no less than any other. Her lips part under my gaze.

"How do you know?" I ask her, making my voice go low.

"I know things." She says, flirtingly.

"Well, you're wrong. I got a date."

Amanda blinks, dumbfounded. And then her eyes narrow. "Who?"

"You." My voice is so sure and calm and confident, It's as if I've never been rejected before.

Amanda's face breaks into a huge smile and she squeals, catching the sight of many around her. She comes over to me and hugs me, choking the breath out of me.

"Oh, Dylan! Of course I'll go with you!" She breathes, as if I'm her Prince Charming and she's fuckin' Cinderella or something.

I look up and meet Celia's eyes. She's looking right at me. The moment my eyes catch hers, she turns away, like she's always done for the past week.

I sigh, and look away. I think it's time for a confrontation.

Of some sort...

We get home from school, and Celia is about to get out of the car when I stop her, grabbing her arm.

She shakes me off, irritably, but doesn't say anything.

I roll my eyes and grab her again, pulling her back down onto the seat before she can protest.

"What the hell...!"

I pull her onto my lap. Celia let's in a quick shallow breath and looks up, right at me.

"Let go. Now." Her voice is hard and angry, her dark eyes blazing like hot coals.

I ignore her and slip out from under her, transferring myself smoothly in the driver's seat, leaving Celia sitting in the passenger's seat, stunned.

"Dylan, what are you doing?" Celia asks, stunned.

I start the car and pull out.

Celia lets out an annoyed huff. "Stop it. Stop my car and pull back or I'll open the door and jump out."

I roll my eyes again and wordlessly lock the doors.

Celia's mad now. Seriously mad. I can tell she's trying to restrain herself, but her cheeks are slowly turning a ripe pink and her eyes are growing wider and hotter every second.

She turns her head away folds her arms, edging away from me as much as possible. I chuckle and watch as her shoulder's tense.

"Can't I treat you to a car ride? Even though you've been so cold to me, I care about you..."

She snorts.

"You know you love me, Celia."

After a few minutes of ignorance, she can't help but say something. Of course she can't, she's Celia Fuentes. "By the way, it's Cecilia to you. Not Celia. Celia is my affectionate nickname which you never really had a reign on."

I blink.

"O-kay." I say after a couple of seconds. "Cecilia. Well just so you know, my name isn't Dylan either."

Celia, looks over at me, an eyebrow raised.

"My name," I continue, "is actually Hetty Frances Burlington VIII, and only my friends call me Dylan, so technically..." I trail off, eyebrows wiggling.

Celia turns away again, but I catch the trace of a smile.

"It's all a big joke to you isn't it?" She mutters.

I turn onto the next lane, my eyes on the road. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"The kiss." She swallows. "Me, feelings, life...it's just one big joke for you to play with, right?"

I swallow back a trail of defences which seem to want to pour out of me in one big torrid nightmare. She knows nothing about me. Nothing at all.

So I tell her that.

"You think you know everything about me? You know shit about my life, so don't pretend otherwise, Celia."

Celia narrows her eyes at me. "Don't call me that. And, I know enough about you to tell that you like

to play with girls. You did it with me."

I almost smile. "That was an experiment."

"An experiment on what! If sexual assault feels as good as the real deal! Bastard!

"That wasn't sexual assault," I growl back. "You were willing."

"Are you kidding, you practically forced yourself onto me." Celia exclaims.

I shake my head at her.

"Fine, whatever. Whatever it was, don't do it again."

Of course she doesn't want me to do it again, I'm just some rotten gangbanger who tried to force her in her opinion.

I could have sworn she was into it.

I turn to face her, still trying to keep my eyes on the road.

"You think you know everything about me? You have me pegged as some dirty gang member not even worth your time." It's not a question, it's a statement; the truth.

Celia shakes her head. "No. I have you pegged because of the way you act or seem to act." A pause, and then she blurts, "like how you can kiss me one day and then ask out Amanda Fruitt, the next."

I restrain a smile and turn my head back to the road.

"Why don't we head back home? It's been a nice ride, don'tcha think?"

She says nothing.

When we get back to the garage, Celia climbs out the car, quickly as if I'm gonna grab her and force her into the car again.

I don't. Just step out after her and then stop.

Mr. And Mrs. Fuentes are standing behind a car, talking. As soon as they see us, they stop. Mr. F whispers something into Mrs. F's ear and she elbows him.

"Where were you two?" Mr. Fuentes asks.

Neither of us answer.

Then Mr. Fuentes does something weird. He looks right at me, and smiles.

"Dylan, follow me, we need to have a man to man." He says.

Oh shit. I roll my eyes but follow the older man into his office.

When we get there, Mr. Fuentes gestures to the seat in front of him.

"You've been stayin' with us a week already, but I've been so busy at the shop I haven't been able to go over house rules."

I sit and- just to annoy the shit out of him- plop my beet on his desk, letting my boots, caked with dirt, rub his papers. Who the hell does he think he's fuckin' with when he says rules? The guys already hates my guts, and so does his eldest daughter. I might as well shoot myself and make them happy.

"Listen old man. I don't follow rules." I say, insolently.

Mr. Fuentes's eyes narrow and he pushes my feet off his desk. I grin up at him sardonically.

"Uno, no drugs or alcohol. Dos no profanity. I have three daughters and a wife, so keep it clean. Tres, curfew on weekdays is ten thirty; on weeknights it's midnight. Cuatro, you're expected to clean up after yourself around the house when asked, just like our own children. Cinco, there's no TV unless you're done with homework. Seis." He pauses. "Dating Cecilia is out of the question, so don't even think about it. Any questions."

Damn. What the hell was that? I mean...damn.

I don't do rules.

"Yeah one." I say, leaning forwards and looking at the man straight in the eye. "What happens when I break one of your fuckin' rules?"

Game on, dude.