AN: Ummm... I only got a few reveiws so I'm going with the guy that had the most votes. If you hate me... You should have voted. Screw you.

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He was breathing hard and had his hair tucked into his hat, so that I knew it was long but not what color it was. Damn hats. But the thing that interested me the most, that he was wearing all black like myself. That, had to mean something.

He turned around and looked at me, and for a whole minute, the only thing my brain could only complete one sentance.

'H-He..He has golden eyes...'

Then good old reality just had to come back and bite me in the ass.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" He asked rudely. I snorted unlady-like, finally registering how much of a stuck-up he looked like. A very hot, muscular, beautiful stuck-up, with well defined abs and... Okay getting off subject. And I hadn't even SEEN his abs... Yet.

"Humph. I'm here because I want to be, Jerk. And besides, its none of your buisiness." I didn't stand up though. I'd rather be in a room with him than getting stalked in a big school by my mother.

He looked at me again, paying my navel a little TOO much attention than I'd want him to. I grinned at him.

"See something you like?" It was his turn to snort, and yet, his was decidedly more graceful than mine. Don't ask me how a snort can be graceful. I have NO idea.

"Hardly. Its just for a moment I thought you were going to be a student here, and here I come to find you're a hooker looking for buisiness." I glared at him.

"Hey, I'm not complaining, gotta get some money somehow." He looked a little shaken, but I suppose he was expecting a retort. His eyes turned a darker shade of gold, and if you looked hard enough you could see a corner of his perfect lips turn up a notch.

"How much?"

My jaw fell to the ground and I sputtered. I don't know what that means either, but I managed to pull it off without having knowledge of what it actually WAS. The Jerk looked like he was having a hay-day. I was not amused.

I was begining to become bored with this, although I still hated arguing with this lout, I hardly ever lost a verbal match. I leaned back in the desk chair I was seated in and looked over my nails, which were painted black ofcourse, and said in a seductive voice,"For you, Honey, its on the house..." He looked as shocked as I felt at those words. Hell I didn't expect to actually SAY them, I was just thinking them. What I really wanted to do was punch him. Hard.

He put on his most detached face and walked up to the desk beside mine, me still leaning back in my chair looking at him curiously. You'd wanna know what he was going to do too, so don't think I'm stupid to looking foward to his answer and/or comeback. He sat down lightly, looking me over again. I felt like a cloud had covered me, like a fog had just surrounded me until the room was thick with tension.

He leaned over to me our noses nearly touching, and suddenly I noticed him closing his eyes, pushing his face closer to mine, when I did the STUPIDEST thing I had ever done.

I had ajusted myself just a little bit on the seat I was in, that way we'd be facing eachother (Shut-up, it was on impulse), and appearently that had sealed my fate.

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I fell over in the school desk.