Bradin managed to back off. For a whole of three days. He always knew he was impatient when it came to wooing. He couldn't stand doing nothing when there was so much he could be attempting to get her to pay attention to him. Bradin normally got what he wanted but he had known a few rejections… they hadn't remained rejections for long, though. And he'd be damned if he let this one be the exception.

This line of thinking led Bradin to the front porch of Kris's house. It was Saturday afternoon, and he had just woken up an hour or so ago. He had woken up that day and had just felt that he should give it one more go before letting her have her space. His (ahem) interesting dream last night had only succeeded in prodding him to his state of finality of the matter.

Thinking back on the dream made him smirk, blush, and feel like he was violating something. It was a dream that had warranted serious cold-shower usage when he woke up… It actually was reminiscent of a dream he'd had for Sara once.

He had been lying on his bed, doing homework late into the night. The house was completely silent and a small lamp on his bedside was the only source of light in the entire house. He was slowly nodding off (the clock had read 3 AM, after all). He had closed his eyes for only a few seconds when a voice spoke from behind him.

"Diligent, hard-working little student, aren't you?" Kris's familiar voice smiled. Bradin jerked awake and turned around. Not believing his eyes, he rubbed them a bit, trying to shake out the sleep. She chuckled lightly and waved her hand in front of his face. "Westerly?"

"Kris, what are you doing here?" he managed to gasp out, his eyes trying very hard not to scan over her body. She was wearing wings on her back, black wings. She had on a very short black skirt and a corset-like top, which hung so low that little was left to the imagination. Her lips were painted black, her eyes smoky, and she looked a bit like an Angel of Death.

"I came to see you," Kris softly said. "Isn't that obvious?"

"You're mad at me." He stated, in confusion.

"Not anymore." She shook her head lightly. A devilish smile lit her face. "I want you, Bradin."

"Excuse me?" Bradin choked.

"Shhh." She came over to the bed and straddled him. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and she kissed him gently. Their lips crushed against each other fiercely as she slid her cold fingers under his shirt. She worked his shirt off, then placed his hands on her corset, helping him to remove it.

Let's just say the next part delved deeply into the confines of all thoughts of a straight male. The deepest fantasies, the sharpest pleasure…

When they went a few rounds, Kris was sprawled across his chest, her fingers lightly tracing his upper body.

"I really like you." Bradin said.

Her entire demeanor changed. Her face clouded over, and her wings wilted. Placing one kiss on his lips, she pushed herself off of him. He grabbed her arms in an attempt to stop her.

"Wait, Kris-" he exclaimed.

She smiled sweetly at him, and she faded away to nothing, leaving Bradin grasping at nothing.

He awoke at this point, in a dead sweat.

Which brings us back to reality. Bradin knocked on the door. A middle-aged woman appeared and smiled at him.

"May I help you?" she asked.

"Hi, I'm Bradin Westerly, and I'm here to see Kris?" he politely greeted.

"Kris?" a slight frown of confusion crossed her features and for a spilt second he thought that he had gotten the wrong house. But then recognition appeared. "You must mean Kristina. I'm sorry, I've just never heard her called that before." Bradin found this hard to believe, considering she had introduced herself to everyone at the school as Kris, to the point where the name Kristina held no relevance to him. "She isn't here right now, I'm afraid."

"Oh. Do you have any idea when she'll be back?" he asked.

"I'm not sure." The woman sounded very apologetic.

"Oh, all right. May you please tell her I came to see her?" he questioned.

"I'm sure she won't be long, why don't you come in and wait for her?" the woman hastily suggested, moving aside to let the blonde in. Bradin smiled and walked through the door. "It's such an odd thing. My Kristina used to have so many people coming over to our house before we moved. Now, no one visits. It's so good to see that she's opening up again. She hasn't had boyfriends come over in ages."

"I'm not sure I'm exactly that," he admitted.

"Don't worry. It's taken her a very long time, but she'll see that you aren't Seth." The woman was babbling. Before he could ask who Seth was, she said, "Now, why don't you just wait for her in her room. I've got cleaning to do in the living room, I'm afraid."

"That's not a problem." He said.

"Good. Her room is right over here." She led him to a door by the backyard on the first floor.

"She won't mind if I'm in there, will she?"

"No, of course not. Nothing to hide in there, and Kristina's always been open." The woman shook her head, opened the door for him, and bustled off to clean.

Bradin hesitated. It didn't feel right to just go into her room without her permission. He finally decided that it couldn't do much harm. After all, Kris was always straightforward about herself, he doubted there would be anything in her room which could surprise him.

He was wrong. Walking into the room, he was met with soft yellow walls, one of which was plastered with photos. Upon closer inspection, they were pictures of people, presumably her old friends. The photos of Kris herself blew him away. She looked so happy, so different. Her hair wasn't dyed, but a dark brown. Her lips were painted with light red lipstick, and she was wearing eye shadow, mascara, things he hadn't seen her sport before. Her clothes in the pictures were what shocked him the most. Instead of the bold, slightly grungy, I-don't-give-a-shit outfits that he'd become accustomed to seeing, she was wearing actual preppy clothes. Pinks, yellows, baby-blues… t-shirts, v-necks, tank-tops, mini-skirts… Kris looked girly. The persona of the girl in the photos seemed to be opposite of the girl he'd come to know. He rather thought that the girl in the pictures would be the type of girl Kris would make fun of.

A framed picture on her bedside caught Bradin's attention. There was the same preppy Kris he'd seen on the walls, and she was standing beside a black-haired green-eyed guy who had both arms wrapped around her. They were both beaming at the camera, though their eyes were focused on each other. They looked like they adored each other. It was signed. Above their heads was written the words, 'For Krissy, I give my love always and forever. Your man (to toy with anyway you want to), Seth.'

"What the hell are you doing in my room?" a deadly voice belonging to an even deadlier Kris demanded as she walked into her room. She marched up to Bradin and yanked the frame away from him, hiding it's picture from view, though she knew it was too late.

"I just wanted to see you, and your mom told me to wait in here," he tried to explain.

"And so you came in? You come in here, uninvited, and look at my personal stuff. You violated my privacy!" she screeched, harshly yanking on his arm to get him away from the picture-filled walls.

"I'm sorry." He sheepishly offered. And then he figured that she couldn't get much more upset than she already was, so he commented, "You sure changed a lot…."

"Bite me. I was going through a phase." She said defensively.

"It looks more like you're going through a phase now," he said.

"Get out!" Kris yelled.

"And, Krissy? Who's Seth?" he asked.

Very, very stupid move, Westerly. Kris's eyes flashed as the reserve she had snapped. Her hand, which had been twitching dangerously before, now swung up and connected sharply with his jaw, causing him to stumble backwards a bit.

"None of your damn business, ass hole. Maybe you didn't hear me earlier, I told you to get away from me, and to stay away. If you come near me again, stalker, I will break your nose." She growled.

"I-"

"FUCK OFF!" she shrieked, shoving him out of her room and against the hallway wall. She grabbed his arm and dragged him to her front door. Her mother stood there, looking curious.

"Never, never, NEVER, let ANYONE into my room again. And if HE ever comes by again, for the sake of all that's holy, don't invite him in!" Kris yelled at the woman.

"He's such a nice young man, don't you think you're being a little harsh, Tina?" she sighed.

"Harsh?" Kris snorted.

"You know, Seth-" she started.

"Stop it." Kris ground her teeth together and gave Bradin a flying thud out the door, slamming it as he landed on the cement.

So Kris had secrets like a normal human being after all.

A/N: I've gotten a fictionpress account: username is True Obsession. In case any of you were wondering ;o)