"Don't listen to her. She's a spoiled brat. If she's not getting all of the attention then she makes it so no one else will." I grab her hand that's around my waist.

"Don't worry. I grew up with girls like her. She's just like my ex's sister." She responds as I pull away from the curb.

I know it's crazy but just the thought of her having an ex makes me want to find the guy and strangle him. As I'm driving I start to relax only from the feel of her thighs squeezing my legs tight and her hands splayed out on my stomach. She says something but I can't hear her over the roar of the engine so I just brush it off. Then she squeezes me tighter and releases her right arm to grab mine. When she yanks on my arm I'm not expecting it so we turn too fast. My leg shoots down to catch us and I turn to the left hard. I barely catch us before we go skidding.

When I steady us I pull to the side of the road and turn to look at Clarke.

"What the heck was that? Are you trying to get us killed?" I yell at her.

"No. I was trying to tell you that you missed the turn to my house."

"We're not going there. We need to talk so we're going to my place." I give her a look just daring her to fight me on this.

She does. "No, I need to go home. I just needed to get my watch. We have nothing to talk about."

"Like hell we do." I laugh. "Why are you doing this? You're acting bipolar."

"If you think I'm crazy-"

Before she can finish what she's saying I take off again. I hold tight to her arm so that when we pop a wheelie she doesn't fall. She hits my arm with her free hand trying to get me to let go, but I hold tight and continue to speed to my place. It's a small cabin out in the woods away from everything else. No one knows about it; not even O.

After a good minute of getting hit Clarke finally stops and leans against me. I can feel her breath hot on my neck and I have to use all of my energy to keep driving. All I want to do is pull over and remind myself of just how hot she is. But, we can't. I need to figure out why she left crying.

We pull up to small trail that leads to my cabin. I rest my bike against the kickstand and wait for Clarke to get off.

"I can't believe you! You know this is kidnapping, right?" She throws the helmet on the ground and stands with her hands on her hips. She is fuming, I almost expect to see smoke coming out her ears.

"You can go if you want." I motion to the multitude of trees surrounding us. "Any direction and you can find your way home.

"Good." She starts to stomp off towards where we came in from.

"Ah! Not yet, though." I grab her arm. "First, tell me why you left crying."

"It's none of your business, Bell. Let go of me or I'll make you let go." There is malice in her eyes and I'm actually a little scared.

I laugh at her knowing that it'll make her even angrier. I've noticed that when O gets angry if I make it worse then she blows up and can actually calm down. I hope Clarke is the same way. "Go ahead and try, Princess. Do your worst."

Before I can even bat an eyelash I am flying through the air. I land on my back hard and groan. So maybe she's not like O. I might have just made the biggest mistake of my life.

"Don't touch me again." She growls. She is leaning down so far that I can see right down her shirt, but I know that this isn't the time to tell her that.

"Princess, I bet I can make you change your mind." I say as I sit up.

"Bell, I mean it. Last night was great, but that can't happen again." She has a sad look on her face again. How does she change moods so quickly? Maybe she really is bipolar.

"Clarke, just tell me why you were so upset and I'll leave you alone. I promise."

"Fine. Get up. You better have some coffee where you're taking me." She holds out a hand to help me up. I decide to ignore it seeing how my back is still throbbing from the last time I touched her.

"I can make some." I brush the dirt off of me and lead the way to my cabin. When we get there I let her go in first and then close the door behind us. It's now that I realize how small this place is. There's a futon, a tiny table with one chair, and a box that has some clothes and other supplies in it. There are a couple five-gallon bottles of water in the corner.

I walk over to the table and grab the kettle off of it. I fill it with water. "We can warm the water up over a fire outside."

"This place is so peaceful." Clarke whispers in a sort of reverence and I watch the stress and anger melt out of her. Maybe, just maybe we'll be able to figure this out.

"Yeah, I like it." I say while staring straight at her. We both know that I'm not talking about the cabin right now. "So, why did you run?"

"You're going to think I'm crazy." She blushes.

"I already do so just tell me." I give her my most charming smile and take a seat on a log by the fire that I just started.