Out of Control

by Space Chick

Veronica Yuy has a reputation that was acquired at sixteen. At twenty, her life is finally catching up with her. Vaughn Winner, the empath, has seen and felt what it has done to her. And with who he is, he tries to help her. But will she let him?

5. You're Makin' Me High

Disclaimer: I don't own them except for the kids!

Out of Control, Part 5

"You don't look so good Ver," Dominic commented as he observed his sister at breakfast. He sat down across from her.

Veronica pushed her plate away. "I know I don't, you don't have to point it out to me."

"You haven't eaten much of anything this past week."

"The thought of food makes my stomach turn."

"You should eat something," Dominic said as he got out of his chair again. He got a muffin and orange juice and set it down in front of her. "Eat."

She looked down at the plate and back up at him. She made a face as she picked up the muffin and looked at it. She put it right back down. "I can't." Her stomach churned.

"Are you all right?" Relena asked as she got up from her chair and pressed her hand against her daughter's forehead, "You feel fine."

"It's nothing mom. Its stress more then likely because I'm trying to figure out a way to break up with Bobby."

"Bobby? Why are you breaking up with him?"

"It's just not working for me anymore mom."

"That's understandable. You're not the most conventional of my children. You must have gotten it from your father because I know it wasn't from me," Relena sighed as she affectionately ruffled Veronica's long golden hair as she went and sat down again. She glanced at Heero out of the corner of her eye. "What do you think?"

"Hmm?" Heero asked as he was still reading the paper. His hand emerged from behind it to retrieve his coffee cup.

"Veronica's unconventionality?" Relena prodded as she pulled the paper down so he was looking at her. She arched her brow.

Heero's eyes went to his youngest daughter. "Me, I suppose," he replied before tugging the paper out of her fingers and started to read it again.

Relena sighed once more. "Well don't worry dear. I'm sure you'll do fine in breaking up with him."

"I hope so," Veronica replied as she finally forced herself to take a bite of the muffin in front of her.

"It's about time you got rid of him anyway," Dominic added as he sprinkled some syrup on his pancakes.

"What do you mean?" Veronica asked pointedly as she took a tiny sip of orange juice. Her stomach clenched slightly.

"You were too good for him. I don't know why you kept him around as long as you did, that's all," Dominic said as he shoved in a mouthful of pancake. After he swallowed, he glanced at her through his Prussian blue eyes. "You're face is turning green."

She scowled at him. "Well when you get over that adolescent crush of yours with Morgan over and done with, then maybe you can lecture me on my love life. Until than, worry about your own."

He flushed and gave her a dirty look. "You still look green Ver. Some pancakes?"

Veronica's stomach rolled ominously. "Excuse me," she mumbled from behind her hand as she pushed herself away from the table and ran out of the breakfast room.

"That wasn't very nice to do to your sister," Relena chided to her only son as she stirred her coffee.

"Only being myself," Dominic replied, sending his mother an unrepentant grin.

"More like your uncle," Relena said teasingly as she glanced over at her brother and Noin.

"I'm nothing like that," Zechs replied from behind his paper.

"Are so," Noin interjected as she held back her soft laughter.

Zechs sent his wife and sister a mock glare before going back to his paper. "Don't you think someone should see how Veronica is?"

"I'll go," Dominic said as he pushed himself out of his chair, "Since I'm the one who made her run."

Relena sighed. "Relationships are so hard on our children."

"Hn," was Heero's only response as his usual watchful gaze went to the door through which Veronica had run through.

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Veronica splashed icy cold water on her face. She looked at her reflection in the powder room mirror. "Ravishing," she said dryly. Her face has lost some of its color, making her look an almost pasty white. "Damn, what is it with me lately?" she asked herself as she hung up the towel that she had used. She opened the door to come face to face with her brother. "What?"

"I was just going to see if you were ok," he said as he ran a hand through his messy dark chocolate hair.

"I'm fine," she answered softly as she pushed back her own hair. "I just don't know what's wrong with me. This entire week I can't look at food or even think about it in fear of losing the little of it I did eat."

Dominic gave her a sympathetic smile and draped an arm around her shoulder. "Well just think of the food that's going to be at the Festival tonight."

"Ugh! That's right, I'm singing at the Festival tonight and there's going to be all that scrumptious not so good for me kind of food," she moaned as she pressed her cheek against his shoulder.

He chuckled and ran his hand over her back. "Don't worry. I'm sure there'll be something there for you to eat and not feel sick."

"I hope so," Veronica mumbled in response, her voice muffled by his shirt.

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Later that afternoon…

Veronica fiddled absently with her bracelets as she waited in the Country Club's café for Bobby. She looked at her watch again and sighed. "I told him four and he's still not here yet." She took a sip of her water in front of her. It seemed like the one of the few things her stomach wasn't rebelling against.

Bobby scanned the room for her and saw her sitting over by the windows that overlooked the golf course. He smiled and walked over to her. "Hey there beautiful," he whispered as he pressed a kiss on her ear.

She jumped a little from the contact and gave him a wan smile as he sat down across from her. "I was wondering where you were."

"I was a little busy," he replied as he slid his hand across the table and placed it over hers.

Veronica looked at his hand covering hers. She slowly slid it away and folded with her other one. "I wanted to talk to you about something, that's why I called you here today," she said as she stared him directly in the face.

 A frown crossed his lips as he watched her take her hand away. "You haven't talked to me since last Thursday, I was wondering what happened to you."

"I was busy," she said evasively. She reached up and tucked a stand of her golden hair behind her ear. "And what I have to say to you has taken me the whole week to think it over."

"Well what is it about, Veronica?"

She wetted her lips nervously. "I want to break up."

His brow arched. "Excuse me?"

"I said I want to break up."

"Why?"

"Because I don't think it's working out."

"You don't mean that," Bobby said as he shook his head in disbelief.

"I do mean it. Bobby, I don't love you and you most certainly don't love me. You and I only used each other for sex," Veronica said as she met his indigo gaze steadily.

"But what does that have to do with anything," he hissed.

"It has to do with everything!" she hissed back. "I don't want to be stuck in a relationship that sex is the only thing going for it. I need something a bit more substantial."

"This wouldn't have to do with what Vaughn Winner said, would it?"

"Actually, yes, it would. I'm not stupid, Bobby; I know that you've talked. And you're the only one that does."

"Winner just wants you for himself."

"Don't be an ass," she snapped in a low furious tone, "He just wants what's best for me. He doesn't want me more then what I already am to him."

"That's bull shit. He's male. He wants you for more than he lets on. Vaughn looked so mad last week when I commented on what you were like in bed. He's lying if he says he not interested in having sex with you!" Bobby hissed back.

"I know him a lot better than you do!"

"Veronica, you know a lot of guys better than I do! Including your sister's brother in law!"

Her face flushed guiltily. "It was a kiss and nothing more! I'm not that stupid to get involved with someone my sister's related to by marriage!"

"But it didn't stop you from finding out did it?" He glared at her.

Veronica glared right back. "I might have done a lot of stupid things, making out with Jonathon included, but the most stupid thing I've done lately was keep you."

"You needed someone to fuck that's why. You couldn't get Donavon Barton in bed with you and you can't even get the one you really want in bed with you!"

"There's no one else!"

Bobby leaned over the table, closer to her face. "You want Vaughn Winner. Inside of you, on top or under you."

Her sapphire eyes widened with shock and her face flared with angry color.

"You think you could hide that from me? I see how you look at him whenever he's with Randy. Your jealousy shows. And you wouldn't be so envious of her if she didn't have him around as much as she does. You can't stand it that she had a piece of him first!"

"You bastard," she growled. Her eyes flickered murderously.

"And I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you did fall into bed with him. I'm sure you would use every trick in your book to obliterate her from his mind so he doesn't say the wrong name when he…"

*CRACK* Veronica slapped him hard. "Get out of my sight!"

The force of her hand momentarily stunned Bobby. He stood, rubbing his throbbing cheek as he looked down at her. "One more thing, Veronica, you might want to let him know how many guys you already fucked before him. I'm sure that it'll be very enlightening for him to know that I wasn't the only one banging you," he said, smiling maliciously before walking away.

Hardened sapphire eyes gave his retreating back a glacial look. She looked around at the other patrons in the café who had been trying not to pay attention. She pushed her chair back and smoothed a hand over her black sleeveless sweater and her jeans. With her head tilted up in a regal manner, she exited the café and went outside to her car. Her black patent leather sandals slapped on the concrete as she made her way across the parking lot. Her stomach rolled as she sat down. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on the steering wheel, holding her arms across her clenching abdomen. "What is with me? I thought this would go away as soon as I got the Bobby ordeal out of the way? Apparently not," she said softly as she sat up gingerly. "But at least it's over and done with. I don't have to worry about him anymore."

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That night…

Veronica splashed cold water on her face. She was up next on the stage. She had volunteered to sing at the Arts Festival since it was raising money for the upkeep of all the historical buildings in the Sank Kingdom. "I don't even feel nervous," she breathed as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was paler then usual and no amount of makeup could conceal it. Her stomach felt so empty. She couldn't eat a thing because it would promptly come back up again. She couldn't risk eating only to get sick.

"You all right?" asked Isabella as she glanced over at her.

Veronica glanced over at the seventeen-year-old girl. "So young. So unspoiled. No wonder Jet can't keep his eyes off her for more than a second." "I'm fine, Is. I just haven't felt well this past week, that's all."

"You think you might be coming down with something?" Isabella asked with concern. Her finely arched brows drew in slightly over her blue gray eyes.

"I don't know, but I'm fine for now. As long as I don't eat anything, I'm not in the danger of losing it, but thanks for the concern, Is," Veronica said as she smiled a little.

Isabella smiled in return. "You sing after me, right?"

"Yes."

"Are you nervous? Maybe that's why you look a little pale right now."

"Maybe. But I don't usually get nervous when I sing in front of people. There are a lot of things that are messed up right now in my life. Maybe that's why," Veronica sighed as she ran a hand over her long golden hair that hung down her back.

"What kind of things?" Isabella asked curiously.

"I broke up with Bobby for one," Veronica replied quietly. "And I don't really know what else could be making me feel this way."

"Is it my cousin?"

"Huh?"

"Vaughn. The way you two have been acting with each other lately. The way he's been looking at you particularly," Isabella commented as she met the older girl's eyes in the mirror.

Veronica flushed slightly. "It's nothing. You wouldn't understand."

"I understand more than what people think I do. You're interested in him as much as he's interested in you. You can't hide it."

A wry smile crossed Veronica's lips. "Maybe you do, Is, with the way you've been hanging around Jet. Are you interested in him?" The younger girl blushed faintly, making her laugh softly. "You got a crush on him, don't you?"

"Yes," Isabella answered as she smiled, almost dreamily.

"And how about him? Do you know how much he likes you?"

"No."

"I think he likes you a lot with the way that he looks at you. I would say that he's very interested."

"I sure hope so, but there's his hang up about my age. I'm working on it, but I'm also dealing with two overbearing older brothers," Isabella sighed.

"Oh I think they'll get past that," Veronica laughed at her friend's disgruntled expression.

"I hope it's soon," Isabella grumbled. She turned when she heard her name being called. She looked over at Veronica. "Well it looks like it's my turn. Wish me luck."

"Go get them. And go get him," Veronica said with a grin.

Isabella flashed her a brilliant smile and nodded as she left the small dressing room.

Veronica sighed as she studied her reflection again. She picked up her blusher again. "I need more of this. I don't want to look that washed out," she muttered as she spread the pale pink across her cheeks. A rueful smile touched her lips though. She had observed the way that Jet looked at the young Isabella Barton. There was such genuine warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. "I wish someone would look at me like that," she said so faintly that even she barely heard her spoken words. She adjusted the straps of her silky blue tank top and smoothed her hands over her black satin skirt that swirled about her knees. It showed off her voluptuous figure to perfection. She smiled brilliantly into the mirror, but her hand came to rest absently on her stomach. It had settled down somewhat, but that sick feeling was still there. "I'll be fine," she told herself as she left the dressing room and walked to the stage. She stood in the curtains and watched as Isabella wowed Jet and the audience with her talent. She smiled at the younger girl as she walked off the stage with a triumphant gleam in her blue gray eyes. "Now, it's my turn." She took a deep breath and tilted her chin up befitting a descendent of nobility and walked purposefully out onto the stage. A soft sexy smile crossed her lips as the music began to play. The toe of her strappy black sandals tapped to the beat as she raised the mike to her lips and began to sing.

I'll always think of you
Inside of my private thoughts
I can imagine you
Touching my private parts
With just the thought of you
I can't help but touch myself
That's why I want you so bad
Just one night of
Moonlight, with you there beside me
All night, doin' it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby, baby, baby, baby

Her eyes drifted across the audience and fell on Vaughn, who was leaning against the low wall of the Pavilion.

Vaughn arched a brow at her, but couldn't help but smile. The seductive song fit her husky voice and the look in her eyes conveyed each word like she meant it. And he could tell that this time, he was the recipient of the song.

Oooh I get so high
When I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky
You make my temperature rise
You're makin me high
Baby, baby, baby, baby

Veronica could tell that he was looking straight at her. It made a smirk cross her lips as she teasingly raised the hem of her skirt a few inches before letting it fall again. Her eyes didn't break the connection with his.

A broader smile crossed his lips as his eyes remained with hers. He could see the obvious warmth in her eyes. She was a seductress and she knew it. She was making damn sure he knew it too. 

Can't get my mind off you
I think I might be obsessed
The very thought of you
Makes me want to get undressed
I wanna be with you
In spite of what my heart says
I guess I want you too bad
All I want is
Moonlights, with you there inside me
All night, doin it again and again
You know I want you so bad
Baby, baby, baby, baby

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Bobby. She quickly averted her eyes and returned them to Vaughn, giving him her complete attention as she walked across the stage, close to where he was standing. She added a swing to her hips as she did.

Vaughn's trekked over her lush figure appreciatively as she got closer to him. "What are you up to, Ver? If you're trying to seduce me, it's working."

Bobby watched Veronica, watch Vaughn. He glowered. "I was right. She has a thing for Winner. What is it about him that fascinates her? And what is it about her that interests him? She's an easy lay and he knows that. So what could he possible want her for, except to take her away from me?"

Oooh I get so high
When I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky
You make my temperature rise, ooh boy
You're makin me high
Baby, baby, baby, baby

Vaughn caught sight of Bobby on the other side of the stage. His eyes were on Veronica and he didn't look happy since her eyes were on him. A slow triumphant smile crossed his lips as he caught Bobby's eyes on him. "Jealous, Arquette?"

Bobby glared at him. "You think you'll win, Winner with your boyish charm. She won't have you. She'll toss you over too once she gets tired of inexperience and want a real man. You're triumph is going to be short lived." He smirked nastily back.

Veronica was aware of the looks that were passing between Vaughn and Bobby. There had always been bad blood between the two of them. She knew it was about her. It had always been about her or Randy. Despite her thoughts, a sensuous smile was still gracing her lips as she sang. She looked directly at Vaughn as she sang the next set of lyrics.

I want to feel your heart and soul inside of me
Let's make a deal you roll, I lick
And we can go flying into ecstasy
Oh Darlin' you and me
Light my fire
Blow my flame
Take me, take me, take me away

Vaughn felt a slight jolt to his system when she sang those words. His heart rate speeded up. His empathic abilities were sensing the strong sexual vibes he was getting from her. His temperature was rising as well.

Veronica didn't acknowledge anyone else in the audience when she noticed Vaughn's gaze become slightly different. There was a light in his eyes that hadn't been there a moment earlier. Flames were flickering brightly in his amethyst eyes. Her body moved to the beat of the music since it was the interlude.

Oooh I get so high
When I'm around you baby
I can touch the sky
You make my temperature rise, ooh boy
You're makin me high
Baby, baby, baby, baby

She continued to sing despite the fact that she was becoming lightheaded. Her stomach was churning again, but she was determined to finish the song. She finished the last chorus, bowing at the raucous applause she received. She blew a kiss out to the audience before running off of the stage. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Jet with his arms around Isabella, hugging her tightly. The girl's toes were barely touching the floor. A rueful smile crossed her lips as she ran back to the dressing area. She hurriedly splashed cold water on her face. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she whispered as water dripped off of her chin.

Vaughn was still reeling from her incredible performance. "She can capture an audience with her looks alone. She makes the person feel each word." His blood was still running hot from the way she had been looking at him. The look had been so blatant. He walked backstage since he was singing with Randy and Donavon next. He saw Jet getting grilled by Donavon. He chuckled. "Can't say that I blame him, he's only being protective like most of us are wont to do towards our sisters." He found the dressing room door, slightly ajar. "Ver?" he called out, knocking on the door.

Veronica turned her head to the sound of his voice. She patted her face dry and opened the door completely. "Hey there," she said, smiling broadly.

He grinned at her, but than frowned. "What's wrong?"

Her smile faltered, but she kept it on. "What do you mean?"

"You're pale."

"I'm fine."

"I know you're not. Not with your color and this uncertain feeling I'm getting from you."

"I haven't felt too well this week," she admitted as she closed the door behind her. She leaned against it and looked up at him.

"Why? What's bothering you?" Vaughn asked, a concerned look entering his eyes.

"I can't eat without feeling sick all the time. I barely ate today; I broke up with Bobby today. It's just nerves," she sighed.

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

Vaughn scrutinized her carefully. She wasn't telling him the entire truth, but he had to go out on stage in a few minutes. He wouldn't have the time to talk to her. "Are you sure you're all right?"

She nodded her head. She felt dizzy all of a sudden. "I'm absolutely fine." Her knees felt weak.

He caught that and put his arms around her waist to steady her. "You're not fine. Ver, you look like you're going to pass out."

Hands came to rest on his forearms. "Vaughn, don't worry, I'll be fine. Go on out there. I just need to sit down for a little bit."

Amethyst eyes searched her sapphire ones. "I want you to lay down back here. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Go on. I'll do that."

He let her go as she opened the door to the dressing room. He stared at the door for a moment before walking back towards the stage with a disturbed look on his face and a foreboding feeling in his heart. He picked up his guitar and walked out on stage behind Randy. He looked over at her and than at Donavon behind the drums. As he sang, he couldn't dispel the feeling that something was drastically wrong. As soon as he was finished, he almost ran back to the dressing room, earning strange looks from Randy and Donavon. "Veronica?" he called out, as he knocked on the door.

She looked up from the pillow she was lying on. "Come on in, Vaughn."

He opened the door and closed it behind him. Kneeling down beside the couch, he brushed his hand over her forehead. "You're color doesn't look any better."

Veronica gave a forced laugh. "I'm all right. It's probably because I haven't eaten that much." She leaned up on her elbows. "But your concern is touching Winner."

A soft expression crossed his face. "Someone needs to look after you." He continued to smooth her hair away from her face.

She unconsciously leaned into his touch. The soothing warmth of his hand felt good. Her eyes met his.

How he wanted to kiss her. He was drowning in those eyes of hers and her pink lips were parted so invitingly. He leaned down a little. "Ver, I…"

Bobby pushed open the door, interrupting. "Am I barging in on anything?"

Veronica's eyes shot to his indigo ones. Her expression became murderous. "What the hell are you doing in here?"

He wasn't paying attention to her. His eyes were on Vaughn.

Vaughn's eyes were on Bobby, glinting with malevolence. "What do you want?"

"I was right, you dumped me for golden boy, here," Bobby snapped at Veronica. He didn't take his eyes off of Vaughn. "And you were trying to steal her away from me."

"Apparently I didn't have to do much stealing since she dumped you of her own accord," Vaughn snapped as he stood up.

"She'll get tired of you, Winner. She always gets tired of the ones that treat her like gold. She needs someone…"

"Who's a bastard like you? No, she doesn't. She deserves better than the slime from the bottom of the barrel," Vaughn retorted.

"You want to make something of it?" Bobby snarled coming toe to toe with the platinum haired Winner heir.

"Fine," Vaughn growled drawing up to his full height of six foot one.

Veronica's eyes bounced back and forth. "No," she practically yelled as she got up off the couch and pushed herself between the two men. "You two, please don't fight over me. I'm not worth you getting hurt, Vaughn."

"For Allah's sake, sit down, Ver!"

"No. I won't let you do this," she said. Her vision blurred once again before blacking out completely.

Song "You're Makin' Me High" by Toni Braxton

A/N: Cliffhanger! All right, who wants to strangle me? Stay tuned for more coming soon! XOXO!!