Disclaimer: I own the plot, that is it. And since that is all there is at the moment, since no specific characters have been mentionedit's all mine! Mwahaha. I didn't realize this before, I was just too excited to put my story up.

Note: As I just mentioned, no specific names are mentioned yet, so it's still tricky to readnames don't appear until later in the story. But it's still all nice plot twisting, foreshadowing goodness!

Dirty Tricks

"There you are!" they exclaimed, but the girl whom he had been talking too—her eyes were wide and scared, staring at him. This made the newer person turn around—it was a girl with bright red hair. "Oh, stars!" she exclaimed. "Oh! Oh!" was all she could say.

The two girls were freaking out, crying, "Oh please don't say anything, you didn't see anything!" while he looked blankly at them. It took them a moment to realize he wasn't freaking out, but he was still there, content, staring at them like they were crazy—like this was normal for him.

"Um…" the girl who had just appeared said after a moment. "Well…"

"Could you be any more conspicuous!" the brown-haired, brown-eyed beauty cried out, which made the red-head to turn back around.

"I'm sorry! I thought you'd be alone, like you said you would be!"

"But I'm not!"

They were both interrupted by laughter, small, but still there. They both turned and looked at him. "Girls, girls, calm down, it's quite alright—you see"

But he never got to finish his sentence, for at that exact moment a giggling group of sluts were coming up the stairs not to far away from where the three stood. The red-head stared at the brown-eyed girl. "We've got to go, now," she said demandingly.

"But! I was just talking with—"

"I don't care, we've got to go."

"How about I come along? Goodness knows; girls like you shouldn't be out alone. I could accompany you back to where you're lodging."

The brown-eyed and red-head stared at each other for a moment, an unspoken agreement between them. "Fine, but no where else beyond the door," the one uttered, and the girl smiled. "We have to go, now! The rest are waiting for us."

The two girls headed off past the group, down the stairs, and he followed. They lead him out of the club, into the night, where two or three girls were waiting for them—they all stared questioningly at the new escort. "Girls, don't fret. This gentleman is just going to be with us until we get back to the hotel," the brown haired girl spoke.

He looked at her quickly, then to the rest and nodded in hello, they all nodded back. But as soon as they started walking, the red-head in the lead, the two fell back at the end. They walked in silence for a long time, until she spoke up and asked him: "So what were you saying, before we left?"

"Oh…" he thought, "Nothing."

Another long pause as they walked closer to the hotel; "I do hope that did not freak you out."

"You may rest now to know it did not one bit."

"But why? Usually… people do freak out."

"But we're not ordinary people, are we?" he smirked.

"We…?" they was a click and a door opened. They hadn't seen that they were already at the hotel, and at the girl's rooms.

"Another day I'll tell you."

"But I won't be here, long."

"Neither will I," he replied.

"Will I see you again?"

He smirked, "Only time will tell."

She smiled; sadness was keen in her eyes, "Good-night and thank you."

Saying nothing more, he swept into a slight bow as the red-head appeared, and shut the door—leaving the brown-eyes filled with sadness. But she would not cry.

Neither would he; no, he would laugh.

And he did, as he walked out of the hotel. Standing there, alone on the side walk, with his hands in his pockets, he left there—he would be back—someday, someday when the two would meet once more in this city.

But for now, his horrid reputation, his past, and his name were still hidden from the girl which he had caught. No—not a whore; a bookworm, an innocent, intelligent, beautiful girl. But, he claimed her as his own. If he knew girls, she would try and remain free to see him again. But what a hassle that would be—neither had spoken their names. It was if…. As if they knew each other, already. But, if only, if only someone had spoken up.