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mean-girl123 - You're like a psychic or something. I was going to do that from the beginning, of course, but definitely before they were together. hehe

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Summary: (Partially AU) Jessica Mastriani - the well-known Lightning Girl - is waiting. Waiting for her savior - her knight in shining armor you could say. She isn't known for her patience, but for this one thing, she'll have to wait. Wait patiently.

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Waiting Patiently

Chapter 4

I knew I shouldn't have let Kevin there with Rob.

I was walking toward the end of my street, so Rob could pick me up. I was thinking about it as I was walking.

When Rob picked me up at the end of my street, I knew something was wrong. I even asked him, knowing full well that Kevin said something rude to him. I was just really happy that he was not the type of guy that was intimidated easily or would stand a girl up

"Nothing, Mastriani," was what he said and handed me my helmet. I put it on and got on the back of the bike, wrapping my arms around his washboard abs. Oh, how I'd love to see him without a shirt.

He went the speed limit down the neighborhood streets, but when he got to the deserted ones, he sped up. I admit, I was in heaven. My arms wrapped around this totally hot guy, going ninety on his Indian . . . It was really all I've ever dreamed of.

We got to Chick's fairly soon. He parked his bike out behind the building and led me in through an open door in the back.

He seemed to know everyone fairly well for only living here for a little over a month. When I questioned him on it, he said, "Chick is an old friend of my father." And he dropped the subject just like that. I guess he didn't like talking about his father. I wonder why . . .

He went practically the whole night practically ignoring me. He ordered me some food and a drink (non-alcoholic, thank you), but after he passed it to me, he just kind of ignored me.

What the hell?

Did I suddenly grow an extra head or something and I was deemed gross?

After I finished my burger and soda, I pushed the place and glass aside and tapped Rob on the shoulder. He was talking to some other biker, but he turned to me. He raised his eyebrow questioningly.

"Alright," I said, "what did he say to you?"

He looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

I rolled my eyes. "What am I talking about? Rob, what did Kevin say to you that you won't even look my way, let alone start up a conversation with me?"

Now he understood what I was talking about. I could tell by the expression on his face. His expression changed a spilt second later, but I still saw what was there beforehand. "Nothing, Mastriani. He said nothing."

He was about to turn back to his friend, but I grabbed his shoulder, instead of tapped it. "I want to know what he said to you, Wilkins."

I could tell some people were all ready staring at us. Not exactly what I wanted, but I really wanted to know what Kevin said to Rob. I was actually starting to like Kevin less and less by the day. But I couldn't exactly just dump him. I felt bad enough rejecting him in the first place (and I actually ended up going out with him anyway), and I'd feel even worse dumping him. Sometimes having a conscience sucks.

Rob studied my face for a few seconds. Then he stood up, grabbed my arm, and took me out back. He told his friend, who I learned was the infamous Chick, that he'd be right back.

When we got outside, he said, "You really want to know what he said to me? Huh?"

I hesitated for a moment. "Uh, yeah."

He groaned. Only...not in the way I would have enjoyed. It was more of a frustrated groan. "He told me to stay away from you, Mastriani. And since you're his girlfriend, I respect his wishes."

I snorted at the last part. Yeah, right. And the Pope was Jewish.

Rob noticed my obvious disagreement with his statement. "What?"

"Rob, you're lying. I know my boyfriend. He said something really rude to you, I can tell. Just tell me exactly what he said, okay?"

"Or what?" he said, a smirk forming on his handsome features.

"Or . . . or . . ." I said, trying to think of a threat. I sighed when I couldn't think of anything the least bit intimidating. " . . . I don't know. Just tell me, please?"

"Well, that was threatening," he joked and sat down on the railing that was outside the door. The smirk was now evident on his face.

"Shut up."

He sighed. "Just . . .why are you even with him, Jess?"

That took me by surprise. I looked at him questioningly. "What?" I mean, he would not ask that, unless . . .

No, don't get your hopes up, Jess.

I too sat down on the railing, not too close, not too far away. "From what I've seen, he bosses you around and treats you like you're a fucking prude." Wow, I've never heard him use that kind of language before . . . kind of shocking, I guess.

"Why do you care?" I asked pointedly.

He snapped his head to look at me. He studied my face again for a few seconds, then he said, "This is why."

And he leaned his head down and crashed his lips on mine, bringing me into a full-blown kiss. It was one that I felt all the way to my toes.

At first I was in heaven. I mean, this totally hot guy was kissing me. What more could I want?

But then . . . well, I still had a conscience. Which majorly sucks, in case you couldn't tell.

I even kissed him back before I realized what I was doing.

Then the guilt reached me. I had a boyfriend. Albeit he could be an asshole, he was still my boyfriend.

I hastily pulled away from Rob, practically falling off the railing in the process. I stumbled to my feet. The mistake I made was looking at his face. There was complete shock on his face and . . . disappointment?

Wait, he had actually wanted to kiss me?

I thought maybe he was just experimenting or something. Maybe he thought I was a bad girl, since I was in detention all of the time and he thought I'd be an easy lay.

Well, no, I wouldn't be. I wouldn't even be a lay.

I looked away from him and walked toward the door. "Jess," he said, getting off the railing. "Wait."

I grabbed the handle to the door and attempted to walk back in. But he had grabbed my shoulder.

"No," I said and shrugged his hand off.

"Look," he said, grabbing my shoulder again and pulling me away from the door. "I'm sorry. I - I don't know what came over me."

I spun back around. "Is that your excuse?" I laughed bitterly. "In case you forgot, I have a boyfriend."

I tried to turn back around and go inside, but he did what I did earlier and grabbed my shoulder. "You don't seem to like him all that much. Why are you really with him?"

"That," I said, getting angry, "is none of your fucking business."

"Oh, so you admit you don't like him?" he was smirking cruelly now. I wanted to punch that smirk right off his face.

I balled my fists. "No, I don't. I happen to be very much in love with him, I'll have you know."

His smirk turned wry. "Oh? If you love him, why are you here with me?"

He had me there and he knew it. I couldn't come up with a good enough comeback, so all I said was, "Take me home. Now."

His face fell. "Mastriani . . ."

"No, don't . . . just take me home, okay? I've had enough."

He sighed disappointedly. "Fine. I'll be right back." He disappeared behind the door.

For a moment there, I thought he wouldn't come back outside. That he'd just leave me there. I was glad, though, when he came back a few minutes later with his jacket on him and my jacket in his hand. He handed me my jacket. I didn't even say 'thanks', which I felt horrible about afterwards.

He took me home. When he dropped me off, I hopped off his bike and shoved his helmet at him. I walked away toward my house. He said, "Bye, Jess!", but I didn't even acknowledge that I heard him.

I really thought he was a jerk then. But I'd soon learn that there was even bigger a jerk in the world, one of which happened to be my boyfriend. Hell, he deserves a worse name than jerk.

Rob's POV

I completely screwed everything up. Why did I have to kiss her? If I didn't do that, none of this probably would have happened.

I really was rude to her though. I was becoming everything I was against. I didn't mean to, its just when it came to her, everything completely changed. My world was turned upside down.

She ignored me everyday in detention. I'd pass her notes and she would just ignore them as if they weren't even there. I even went as far as to slip a card in her locker saying I was sorry and everything (something I wouldn't do for any other girl), but I guess she ignored that too.

So I gave up. I tried to forget about her and the fact that she now hated me. But when I heard that he was taking her to a party the following weekend, I knew I had to be there. Not just to see her, but because I heard him talking to his asshole friends in the locker room. He said he was going to, and I quote, "Fuck the shit out of her."

I knew Jess wasn't like that. She wasn't a slut. She would never deem sex as 'fucking'.

Somehow, I just feel I know her more than I know my own mother, and that's quite a lot.

So you see why I had to go. To the party, I mean. I had to stop him from trying anything.

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Nicole