Let's keep going! Thanks for reviewing, Ali6132 (I'm not comfortable with writing anything closer to M – I've only ever written one lemon...which was promptly deleted. I should explain here that I'm not in school any more – I'm in my third year of university).

For the rest of the summer, I met up with Scott frequently. Sometimes he took me back to the gang's hideout, but other times, he had somehow required a few dollars and took me out. Of course, the places were really cheapskate, but I knew that. After our first time "out", I insisted on doing the paying, since I was the one with the bank account.

My parents were more willing to leave me home alone as August began, and my sixteenth birthday came and went. The second Tuesday of August, they were starting evening classes in...I don't even know what. All they said was that it was a time for them to do something together.

I was expecting the night to be boring, and I was lying on my bed, reading, when a voice floated in through the open window. "Hey, you mind giving me a hand there, sweetheart? Climbing up here wasn't exactly easy."

I looked up at the window. "Scott!" I immediately helped him in, before sitting back on my bed. "What are you doing here?"

"I saw your parents' car moving out and figured home alone wouldn't be as fun as the movie." He paused and saw me looking blank. "I thought I was the one who grew up cut off from the modern world. Home Alone, the movie about that kid who gets left at home while his family goes on vacation and has to deal with a couple of dumb burglars? Have you seriously never seen it?"

I shook my head. "No, I haven't. Is one of the burglars your role, then?" I teased.

Scott took one step closer to me, before joining me on my bed. "Nah, I think I'll leave the loot here. As long as I get to borrow her whenever I can."

To be honest, that felt more like an insult then intended, but I played it off quickly, slapping him on the arm playfully. "That depends...are you going to treat her with more respect than calling her loot?" I laughed suddenly. "After all, that's not what you called me when you actually did take me away."

"I miss that." Scott admitted. "I liked seeing you every day. It was hard enough to watch Courtney, my own ex-girlfriend, constantly arguing or flirting with Duncan, but it was bearable. Now that Heather's around, I have to swallow constantly so I don't show how sick I am of her and Alejandro's flirtatious fights. And when they're not doing that, they're acting so sweet to each other, it's even more sickening."

"And you trying to be nice for me is less sickening because..." I teased.

"Oh, that's not what they're doing. It's more like they tell each other that nothing matters more than each other and going on about how much they love being in a relationship."

I couldn't help laughing. "Are you serious? I can't see either of them doing that."

"Guess I'll have to take you over when they're in that mode, then." Scott answered with a sigh. "Whatever. Anyway, how long do we have until I need to be out of here?"

I checked my watch. "I think an hour and a half."

One of Scott's sneakiest smiles spread over his face. "Well, that's enough time."

"Enough time for what?" I asked warily.

The move was sudden. Scott pulled me onto his lap, holding me tightly. "Stop talking." he murmured quietly, before he pulled me into a passionate kiss.

Don't ask me what happened next, because I honestly couldn't remember. One second, I was on his lap, kissing him on the lips, and the next, we were lying on my bed, and my blouse was completely unbuttoned. Yet, I didn't feel scared. I trusted that if I said 'stop', he would. And, this time at least, he didn't push me any further than he had already. And he seemed to have finally started to work out how to use his hands as well as his lips. He wasn't just trying out what he already knew I liked – he was using my newly exposed skin to do more to me.

I couldn't help giggling when he traced my stomach while kissing it. He looked up at me with a dangerous smirk. "Ticklish, are you?"

I knew exactly what he was thinking. "No..." I hissed. Half of the word was a lie, and the other half was pleading with him not to do it.

Scott, of course, didn't listen to my pleas, and started tickling my stomach, and I fought not to start laughing.

"Liar." he whispered teasingly.

"Stop." I choked out, trying to push his hands away.

"You really want me to stop?" Scott asked with a devilish smile. "I don't think I will, though. You haven't laughed enough yet." He adjusted our positions so that he was on top of me, with his legs pinning down my hands, and continued.

"Please..." I managed. "I...I can't stand it..."

"You gotta give in first, sweetheart. Give in and I'll stop. Try not to, and I'll keep it up until you do."

I was torn between giving in and not. Eventually, the part that just wanted him to stop won out, and Scott didn't stop until I'd been laughing painfully for at least ten seconds.

After we finished making out, we just talked. In three weeks, I was starting at my new school – all girls. "I'm not looking forward to it." I admitted. "Having to make a new group of friends...it's scary."

A genuine smile appeared on my boyfriend's face. "You don't have to worry about making new friends. Everyone says that they're worried about that, then things always work out. You start out as the novelty, so everyone wants to talk to you, then you make friends through that. Trust me, I've seen it. And," he added, "You're sixteen this year, right? If you really have problems, you can always join our gang."

I frowned. "Join your gang? Like, committing criminal acts?"

"It's not just that, sweetheart." Scott said. "That part is just to survive. But you can do whatever you want, and no one can stop you. Plus, with us, once we're in – that's it. You're stuck with us as friends, even if you quit." He saw my look of nervousness, and voiced what I was thinking. "And if you think it's not a good idea because of Alejandro, I'd protect you. But besides that, he may be seeing other girls, but he's not dumb enough to try to take a girl while Heather is living under the same roof as her."

I shook my head. "I get what you're saying, but no. No way."

"Sure, sweetheart." Scott said carelessly. "But if you ever change your mind, the offer's open. Gwen's leaving in a week, so there'll be a room free."

The time we could spend was over far too soon. "I want to say goodbye to Gwen." I said as Scott left. "Will you bring me over sometime before she leaves?"

"Sure! I'll see you soon."

And with that, Scott was out, and my parents were back home, not even knowing he'd been there. I hadn't told them anything about having a boyfriend yet. I wondered if I'd ever be able to.

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