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When we got to the old building, Courtney didn't seem to be around (thankfully), but Duncan was. He raised an eyebrow when Scott helped me off the motorcycle and slipped an arm around me as we walked to the entrance.

"Huh, never had a hostage return to the scene of the crime." the leader of the gang joked. "Usually it's the criminals."

"You'd bring your girlfriend over if she wasn't in the gang already." Scott replied. "The only reason Alejandro never brought Heather over until now was because he didn't want to put her off."

Duncan shrugged. "Well, it doesn't seem like Heather's put off. In fact, she's pretty good at what we do." He shot his trademark smile at me. "Hope your stay won't be as long as last time, Brooklyn. And a word of advice – when you meet Heather, you might want to block out everything she says."

I don't know what I expected Heather to look like, but I was pretty stunned. She was really pretty, with thick dark hair to her waist and Asian features. But she made me feel uncomfortable all the same. Her grey eyes were cold and critical as they swept over me.

It was even harder for me to see Alejandro again, but at least he was pleasant, as if nothing at all had happened. He simply introduced both of us.

"So, you're the girl they held for ransom?" Heather said, her expression still cold. She had a sort of "ice queen" vibe about her – beautiful, but deadly. "How come they chose you?"

I shrugged. "Wealth, I guess. I couldn't help it, but my family happened to be able to buy me out." I'd become a bit more daring since my three weeks in captivity. Before that, I'd probably feel so intimidated by Heather that I'd probably have to stammer out my answer. But I just felt cool as anything and answered normally.

Scott put his arm around me. "And I for one think that choosing her was a good decision."

Heather rolled her eyes, rapidly losing interest. "Whatever, dirt farm boy. I can tell that."

Scott didn't seem too bothered about her insult. "I don't take it personally." he explained. "She's like that to everyone. Most of the time, she calls Gwen 'weird goth girl', and to be honest, half the time it seems like she despises Alejandro, the way she treats him. She's not nice around Courtney and Duncan, either, but as long as Duncan doesn't tease her, or Courtney doesn't get bossy with her, she isn't mean to them." He chuckled. "Besides, I did grow up on a dirt farm, so technically she's just stating a fact. Anyway," and at this point, we started walking down the hallway together, "I realized recently that you never got to see my room." He pushed open the door to a room. It was almost bare except for the unmade bed, the pine table, and a bunch of wooden statues. Among them, I saw one of a girl that I remembered Gwen mentioning – petite with long wavy hair. I wondered now if that girl was supposed to be Scott's first crush – Dawn. But did it really matter?

"I know what you're thinking." Scott smirked. "You hate it. It's pretty much what my room looked like at home, too, except I hadn't whittled as many statues then." He waved a hand towards the wooden statues. " Anyway, I've been able to get to the windows in your house and I figured out which one was your room easy, since it's not like mine at all.. I figured your room was going to look that way – big and neat – although I gotta say, I didn't expect the duvet covers to have pink skulls on them." I blushed. I still liked the covers, although I'd only bought them as a joke.

"How come you never let me know you were there?" was all I could ask.

Scott laughed at my expression. "That was before the school year ended. I figured that if I hung around while you were at home, I'd be locked up within minutes if anyone caught me. I may be a master at being undetected, but I know when to be cautious." He paused. "But if you want me around, you can always make up something to your parents. You have a lock on your door, right?" That made me blush again.

"You know, sweetheart, you look really pretty when you blush. Anyway, as I was saying, I know my room's not decorated like yours, but it does have what is essential. Anyway, speaking of locks..." He pushed the bedroom door closed. "Now," he said in a lower voice, "Finally, I can..." And with that, he kissed me. It was longer than the times we'd kissed before. By the time it ended, we were sitting on Scott's bed together. Scott only broke the kiss to murmur, "You don't know how much I've missed this," and then attached his lips to mine again.

Before I knew it, I was in my first makeout session ever. I'd read about them, of course, but I hadn't known what it would be like. I hadn't imagined making out with someone three years older than me in a very basic bedroom, on an unmade bed. And whatever I'd imagined, how it felt was not something that could be imagined. I didn't lose any of my clothes as we made out, but I couldn't deny that I sort of wanted to. I couldn't have remembered that one incident before if I'd wanted to remember it – all I could think about was how good it felt to be loved that way. Scott was clearly not the most experienced at this. His lips, anywhere from below my ear to above my collarbone, just made me feel like I had to have more. But he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. Sometimes I impatiently just moved them to where I wanted them to be. But once I gave him a little guidance, he seemed to know what to do. Whenever I gasped or twitched, he would chuckle and repeat whatever he'd just done, knowing that it was a turn-on.

Finally, after what was probably half an hour, we just stopped. Scott spoke first. "I'll make a note of what you liked. I'd assumed you weren't going to be as into that as you were." he teased.

"I'm still human." I replied playfully. "Next time, don't be do damn shy. If that was about what nearly happened to me...well, I'm getting over it. And I feel safe around you. So if you do...you know...want me to wear less...as long as you don't push me too far too soon, I could let that happen. I suppose...you kind of are the only guy here who hasn't seen me less than fully-dressed."

Scott's blue eyes went a bit stormy for a moment, but they changed back quickly enough. "Was that an invitation, sweetheart?" His eyes became interested, as if he was planning something.

I giggled. "As long as it's not redeemed now, yes."

After a couple of hours, Scott took me home, again, via motorbike. "So what am I going to tell my parents?" I asked. "You will come see me again, right?"

Scott laughed. "Why are you sounding so unsure about that, sweetheart? I like you too much to just let go of you. September's coming, right? When you start there, just tell your mom that you're hanging out with someone from your new school. For the rest of the summer, tell your parents that you're out with that friend from Toronto I saw you out with a couple of times – let her know so she'll cover for you." He chuckled at my face. "Don't give me that expression, sweetheart, you should've known that I've been watching you. I'm the one who finds secrets out, remember? I'm good at sneaking around places undetected." He grinned again. "And if your parents are out and you're staying in, you better stay in your bedroom, cause I'm thinking your room might be a good place for us to...hang out."

I understood the subtext instantly, and laughed at him. "Seriously, do you think about anything else?"

Scott answered by kissing me on the lips. "I figured that would make you quit teasing me." he smirked. "You know that you think about it as much as I do. Now go in, and try not to miss me too much." He zoomed off, and I was left staring after him.

For a first date, that was pretty unorthodox, but hey, I kind of liked that. I'd always wanted my first date to be something more romantic than visiting my date's housemates and then having a makeout session with him...but to be honest, it had been so enjoyable that I didn't mind. And the gang itself felt kind of...like a group I could settle with. If they weren't criminals, that is.

Hope you liked this chapter! I tried hard with it.