Sorry guys…I was actually going to drop this story and then these three lone reviews came into my box like a billion years after I last updated and here I am!

A lot of you have been asking why my storyline is so close with Hot Gimmick's. I said in earlier chapters that I did borrow and I did disclaim and give credit so LEAVE ME ALONE! It's driving me nuts!

Anyways…

Disclaimer: Sorry…Darien isn't mine to control…neither is Diamond though I'd love to put him in some Sean Johns or some Ecko…

Monarchy Under a Complete Jerk

Chapter 8:

-Serena's POV-

Much to my dismay, Diamond had a small and shabby apartment. There were just two rooms or so and everything was unkempt and dirty. Cheap and unmatched furniture was covered by randomly littered clothes, books, and even food which I would've eaten had there not been fungus growing on it. But that was his living room. His bedroom, whole other story. So neat it reminded me of well…Darien's place maybe. Nice black furniture with grey walls decorated by white clouds. Depressing? Yes. But way hot.

I curled up on his queen sized bed and surveyed more of my surroundings. Damn…that was one good set of machinery. How much money had he spent on that computer anyways?

I turned my head as Diamond came into the room balancing a tray of cookies and two large tubs of ice cream on one arm while carrying some of his books in the other.

Three scoops of ice cream and a cookie later, we ran out of things to talk about. It was rather awkward just sitting there next to each other listening to each other breathe but I didn't really mind. His fingertips brushed my arms slightly and he put his arms around me. My eyes closed.

Suddenly, out of the blue, my phone started ringing. Annoyed at the person who ruined my moment, I pulled out the little machine and yanked it open.

"What," I snapped impatiently.

"Serena, where are you?"

"A friend's house," I answered automatically. This must be Darien on the other side.

"Guy or girl?"

"…Guy," I said after a slight hesitation. I dug my toe into the pale blue carpeting.

"Are you guys alone?" Darien's voice was just way too calm…

"Well…I guess…yea…" I have a feeling I'm going to be in some deep shit...

"What's his name?"

"Well…why do you want to know?" I didn't exactly want to give him Diamond's name, you know, just in case he gets jumped. No, I definitely don't want to give him Diamond's name.

"Because I do," Darien replied slightly impatient.

"We're doing something important; I'll call you back later, okay?"

"No."

"What do you mean, NO? We're doing something important!" What an annoying brat!

"Serena, you'd better be over in 10 minutes. I don't give a shit if what you guys are doing is important. Get your ass out of that guy's apartment and get over here!"

"Why should I!" I retorted.

"Why do you think GENIUS? I do remember having this conversation many times already. Because you're my slave remember!"

Not that again…

I sighed dejectedly and agreed to go before hanging up. Diamond looked at me confusedly and took one of my hands.

"Do you have to go, Serena?"

"Sorry," I replied awkwardly.

"It's alright. I'll see you…tomorrow?"

"The day after…I'm going somewhere tomorrow," I said dejectedly.

Diamond patted my head and smiled, walking me to his door. I slid on my shoes slowly, not wanting to leave his abode. When the buckles were finally done, I waved one last time to him before walking out.

A few minutes later I was standing in front of Darien's apartment. I sighed and lifted my hand to knocked, knowing I'd get yelled at for being late even when we didn't set any sort of time. The door swung open before my knuckles touched the door and a strangely calm Darien stood in the doorway. He grabbed my arm and yanked me in and then shut the door and locked it. When he let go of me, I saw his nail marks in my skin.

I ignored the dull pain and crossed my arms.

"How may I be of service to you, master?" I've never been so sarcastic all my life.

"You can start by giving me the kiss you owe me from the other day," he stated bluntly, with no shame to soften his demand.

He walks towards me until I realize he's a few inches too close. An uncomfortable feeling takes over me. The distance or lack thereof, is not my most preferred. There's an urge to move back a step. I ignore it. Instead, I flick a piece of hair back.

"I'm tired, Darien," I said, turning and walking to the sofa.

He's silent.

I yawn and stretch my arms up into the air to make my point.

"Serena!" Darien suddenly yelled.

I paused, midstretch, caught off guard.

"Don't do that," he said sternly.

-Darien's POV-

Girls should be forbidden to stretch like that. With only that white shirt on, her bellybutton peeked out and her breasts…let's not even go there. I have a problem already. Where did I put the condoms? And why are those jeans so low cut? She was at a guy's house in that! Without a second explanation, I rush into my room to find a baggier pair of pants. I can't let her know she caused my friend a big, big problem. It was pretty late, I noted. Around five or six, perhaps. It was already dark out. Best not leave the light on then. Serena wouldn't come into my room anyways. I took off my shirt and my jeans and left them on my bed and then moved to my clothing closet to rummage through for something to hide my erection. I glanced down and embarrassingly enough, it was really REALLY obvious. I mean, you'd have to be completely blind not to see the tent in my boxers. My hand caught onto something silky and I pulled it out. What's this? Just then, I nearly went blind with the light flooding into my eyes. Uh-oh.

And there I was, in the most embarrassing situation in my whole entire life. I tossed whatever was in my hand into the garbage can that was conveniently located right behind me and reached for a pair of pants on the back of my chair. Slowly now Darien, when she's turning in the opposite direction. Right leg…in. She suddenly paused and stared me straight in the eyes. Then her gaze traveled down…o shit.

"Darien…are you stealing something?" Her face was assorted in an expression of confusion.

Completely flabbergasted by the questions, I sputtered and quickly responded, "What are you talking about? Stealing from my own room?"

"Then…what is that…thing in your pants…if that's not some sort of piggy bank…what is that?"

I nearly fainted from humiliation. I seriously wasn't about to tell her what that was so I just told her, "Yea Serena, I'm stealing my own piggy bank. Do you mind not walking into my room when I'm changing next time? It's disturbing."

She flushed an incredible pink and backed out without a second word.

Aggravated, I kicked off my pants and sat down in my chair. Well, I guess it's time to get a certain friend reacquainted with Mr. Hand.

Personally, I think this chapter stunk. I had writer's block for so long that it was painful for me to sit down and come up with it all. Maybe, hopefully, in the near future, I'll suddenly get a brilliant idea that will make this a bit better. But for now, I think I'm about to DIE under my mountain of homework.

I get so much work from my teachers that my dog doesn't even have time to chew on all of it.

I'm getting tired of this…