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CHAPTER 10
THERE WILL BE BLOOD…

"I've got a surprise for you," Tim said to Alex on their way home.

"I hate surprises," Alex answered.

Since her car refused to start again, she was stuck with Billy and Tim, which was anything but comfortable.

"You'll like this one." Tim winked.

"Did you actually wink?" Alex snorted, causing Tim to roll his eyes. "Dude, that's embarrassing."

"Shut up, Sawyer," Tim groaned. "Here we are," Tim said, stopping the truck in front of the house.

"Wow, you brought me home? Now that's really the biggest surprise in my life," Alex smirked.

"I repaired your car, smartass," Tim motioned to Alex's car.

"Really?" Alex raised an eyebrow, doubtful.

"Yes, Sawyer, really." Tim rolled his eyes.

"Oh, my God," Alex started to jump around. "And I thought my baby died," she said, hopping into the car.

"Oh, Maggie, I'm so glad you survived it." Alex hugged the wheel.

"Maggie?" Tim looked at her as she was crazy.

"Maggie as Margaret, Margaret Mitchell," Alex grinned at him.

"Margaret who?" Tim asked, dumbly.

"Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind," Alex started to explain. "Never mind," she waved at him.

"Thank you," Alex mumbled awkwardly after a few minutes, not looking at Tim.

"No worries," Tim shrugged, trying to figure out why Alex kept distance between them.

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"Hey, old man," Alex greeted Billy when she arrived home a few days later. "Where is preacher boy?"

"He's preaching, of course," Billy answered, laughing. "It's Thursday. He's at the radio station."

"What are ya doing?" Billy looked at Alex, watching her throwing her messenger bag next to him on the couch and starting toward the door.

"I'm going to save his soul," Alex winked at Billy, leaving the house.

Alex walked down the hall of the radio station with a CD in her hand. She grinned insanely as she imagined Lyla's face if her plan worked.

"Lexy, what are you doing here?" Tim looked at her, surprised, as she entered the room.

Alex didn't answer, just put the CD in the player and pushed Tim further to get at the microphone.

"Hello lost sheeps of our dearest God, this is Alex Sawyer. I'm sorry to break it to you, but Mr. Riggins has some more exciting things to do than listening to your dumb questions all night. Have a helluva night and don't do anything I wouldn't," she finished, pushing the 'Play' button and then pulling Tim out of the room.

"What are you doing?" Tim asked, laughing as Alex started to drumming in the air.

Alex didn't answer just got in the truck and turned on the radio, Highway to Hell by AC/DC was played and she started to sing along.

Living easy, living free

Season ticket on a one-way ride

"Tell me it isn't the Christian radio station we're listening to." Tim looked at her with wide eyes as he got in the truck, too.

Asking nothing, leave me be

Taking everything in my stride

"You're crazy," Tim laughed as Alex started the engine.

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme

Ain't nothing I would rather do

Going down, party time

My friends are gonna be there too

I'm on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit

Nobody's gonna slow me down

Like a wheel, gonna spin it

Nobody's gonna mess me round

Hey Satan, payed my dues

"Hey!" Alex complained as the song was stopped suddenly.

"Sorry, there was an error in our system and the wrong song was played," a guy rambled nervously.

"Ha! You'd better pray they won't burn my CD, Timmy boy. That's one of my fave." Alex pointed at Tim.

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Alex was in a very good mood after the night she spent with Tim. It wasn't such a bad idea to kidnap him, she smiled as she made her way in the crowded cafeteria.

"I think that's yours." Lyla stepped in front of Alex with a CD in her hand.

"Ah, that's very nice of you, Garrity you brought it me back," Alex grinned at her, taking away the CD and starting to leave.

"You know, Alex I feel sorry for you," Lyla said.

"What?" Alex turned back with wide eyes.

"Do you really think pulling down Tim with you will do any good for you?" Lyla glared at Alex.

"What the hell are you talking about, Garrity?" Alex narrowed her eyes.

Tim watched them from a table and started to stand up as he saw Alex's hands tightening to fist.

"Look at yourself, Alex. What have you become? Do you think your father would be happy if he saw you?"

Tim ran toward them but he was too late; Alex's fist already met Lyla's nose when he arrived. Lyla fell to the floor, blood running from her nose. Alex stood steady above her, her breathing heavy.

"Try it again, Garrity and those will be the last words in your sorry life," Alex panted, turned on her heels and rushed out of the cafeteria.

"Alex, come to my office," Mrs. Taylor commanded Alex when she found her at the lockers.

Lyla was already sitting there.

"What you did, Alex, was something we don't appreciate at Dillon High. Hitting somebody won't solve your problems." Mrs. Taylor looked narrowly at Alex.

"It was my fault, Mrs. Taylor," Lyla said.

"Shut up, bitch," Alex hissed, tightening her hand in a fist.

"Alex," Mrs. Taylor looked at her hard.

"I should suspend you right now, but Lyla asked me not to."

"Have you ever heard Tim say 'no regrets'?" Alex asked. "He learned that from me. If you want me to say I'm sorry, you'll be disappointed because I am not. I would do it again." Alex glared at Lyla.

"You have a choice, Alex. If you apologize for Lyla and take part in the homecoming concert with a performance, you get one more chance."

Alex gasped.

"You know what Mrs. Taylor, go ahead and suspend me. Honestly, I don't give a shit what you do or don't do." Alex glared at Mrs. Taylor, leaving the office.

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"If you came to yell at me, you don't have to," Alex groaned, when she saw Tim entering the room.

She threw her stuff into her bag then side-stepped Tim to go to the living room for her other stuff.

"What are you doing?" Tim asked, irritated, following her, hot on her heels.

"I'm sick and tired of all this shit," Alex raised her voice.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Tim raised his voice as well. "I didn't say a goddamn word!"

"But you wanted to," Alex yelled at him.

"How the hell do you know what I wanted?!" Tim yelled back. "And you think you're the one who is tired of this shit? I'm not the one who keeps blaming you for everything. Your mood swings are drivin' me crazy."

"Well in that case you should be happy, I'm out," Alex shouted back.

Tim felt his anger grew inside him, his hands tightened into fists. He didn't say a word, he didn't even wanted to. Tim grabbed her arms and forced her to face him.

"Let me go, Tim," Alex groaned, narrowing her eyes, struggling to break free.

"Why? Are you going to hit me too?" Tim smirked.

"Don't tempt me, Riggins," Alex narrowed her eyes.

"Is that what you want? To hit me too? Then do it," Tim said, letting go of her. "At least then I would know that you feel something, that you aren't an ice-hearted…"

Alex hand started to move toward Tim's face but he was faster and grabbed her hand in the air before she could slap him. They stared at each other, both of them breathing heavily. Then Tim pushed Alex against the wall, his lips crushed against hers hard. Alex let out a surprised gasp, giving Tim a chance to enter her mouth.

"Bitch," Tim hissed when Alex bit his lip and he felt the blood in his mouth. She smirked against his lips, satisfied.

She struggled to pull off Tim's shirt, eager to feel his skin, her nails digging into his back when she finally succeed.

"Jerk," Alex moaned as Tim bit her neck in response to her actions, causing Tim to smirk.

"Bed… now," Alex groaned as Tim pushed himself against her and tightened his hold on her hips.

Tim lifted her up by her waist and kicked the bedroom door shut behind them.