Chapter 3

You know that feeling that you get? The deep nostalgia? Which makes you remember all the days in the past that had some effect on you and you can't help but look all forlorn because those days are long gone? Well I was feeling nostalgic of the time when my best friend, Valerie Gray, wasn't searching the entire school, looking for me so that she could rip me new asshole.

And I couldn't help but remember those days at the start of school when she would treat me like I was the anti Prom Queen (which is a good thing in this case). But now she was stomping around the school with smoke bellowing from her ears.

Therefore I was in search of a storage room clean that would be airy enough to save my ass from being torched.

Which brings me back to this dilemma...

I was running as fast as I could, while my lungs screamed for oxygen. I rounded the corner and my eyes laid on the storage closet of the school. I didn't even think twice before I launched myself at the door and entered it before closing it behind me.

Why did she have to get so angry at something so small! It wasn't my fault Valerie had poor taste!

I was breathing hard because of the sprint from the cafeteria and this closet. I probably sounded like a baby seal on crack.

That was when I heard movement behind me. I stiffened.

Then there was a crash and many boxes fell from their shelves which was followed by a series of curses.

I felt around the wall in the dark room and my hand connected with a broom. I held it in front of me and stood in a defensive position.

My voice was firm when I said, "Show yourself! I've got a broom and I'm not afraid to use it."

I saw a silhouette form in front of me and it was scary as hell so obviously I screamed. My hands moved off their own accord and I heard a satisfying 'thump' followed by a 'thud'. Practically music to my ears.

I heard a groan from the body. A manly groan. Huh, strange. That almost sounded like...

I gasped, "Danny?"

I felt around for the switch and then I turned on the light. And sure enough, Danny was lying on the floor holding his head in his hands and moaning. Aww, even injured he looked cute as hell.

Focus.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a gentle voice, which I was pretty sure sounded more like a squeal. But I tried to contain my bafflement.

He looked up at me with those zing-inducing blue eyes and his expression was completely droll when he said, "Hiding."

I rolled my eyes at him and fixed my glasses back on my nose, because that was obvious, considering the absence of a female partner, he wasn't here for a quickie. But more likely in hiding. But from what?

So I asked him, "And what might you be hiding from?"

He rubbed his head and then stood on shaky legs. Standing up, he looked more taller, maybe 6'2. I wasn't sure, but it was a huge problem looking up at him considering my 5'4 frame.

"I could ask you the same question," he asked. And to be honest, I wasn't paying any attention to what he was saying, because I was staring at his sensual lips as they talked. Focus.

"Uh, how do you know I'm hiding?" I asked as I dropped the broom and crossed my arms on my chest in a defensive stance. Hey, of course I was feeling defensive, it's not everyday that you find the love of your life hiding in the same storage room as you and asking questions like, 'Why?'

In response, he just arched his brow. And I totally amend my earlier statement, he didn't just look cute, he looked hot.

I tried to hold his eyes but I broke before his glare could turn menacing, "Fine, I'm hiding from Valerie."

He looked baffled for a minute, "Valerie, as in your best friend Valerie?"

"Yup," I looked away from him to search around my surroundings.

"Why?" I looked back at him because of his tone, he totally looked lost.

I was about to retort with a smart-ass response but I tried with the truth for once, "I deleted her music collection from her iPod and she's pissed at me for it."

He just chuckled at my response, "And let me guess, her collected was filled with..." he trailed off and I was all too happy to fill in for him.

"Mindless prepackaged corporate bubble gum material!"

"Like...?" he asked me.

I told him the names of the those ridiculous singers that were the reason true musical artists weren't heard, "Justin Bieber, One Direction, Miley Cyrus and many of those meat wearing bitch, Lady Gaga etc. You get the point, right?"

He nodded at me somberly, "Of course, and you replaced them with the classics?"

"Well some of the classics, but mostly singers along the lines of Ed Sheeran, Ryan Tedder, Sara Bareilles, Coldplay, Marina and the Diamonds, PJ Harvey. Oh and Zella Day. She hated them, I can't believe she hated them!" I said the last part mostly to myself.

He nodded again and sat down on the ground, as if the knowledge was too much to take in. I followed suit and sat down in front of him.

I sat silently for a moment and then asked, "You never did tell me why you're here."

He took a deep breath and then looked me squarely in the eye, "Dash Baxter." As if that one name was enough to cause shivers down my spine.

I squinted at him then asked, "No really, why?"

"Is he not reason enough!?" he sounded oddly surprised.

"Yeah, he's more brawn then brain, but then again he does...OH!" I realized his reasons for hiding. Not that Dash had ever bullied girls but he was pretty cruel to the guys.

I licked my lips and leaned a little closer to him, I had to hear this, "What'd you do?"

"I stuffed his locker with toilet paper," he replied haughtily.

I rolled my eyes at him, "No wonder he wants to fry your ass."

"Hey! He hung me to a flag pole by my underwear freshman year!"

"What do you want me to say, 'Atta Danny!'" I replied, "Juvenile behavior is just that, juvenile."

Just then the bell rang and we were still stuck in the storage closet. We both stared at the door for a minute, then at each other and simultaneously replied, "We're skipping."

We both laughed at that and smiled at each other. He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and I couldn't break his gaze, but when I realized he was about to lean in towards me, I panicked and said, "I have Literature with Lancer. You?"

He shook his head, as if breaking from the spell we were caught in, and I regretted opening my mouth because when a guy you like is about to kiss you, you do not mention your out-of-shape teacher to break the smoulder that your crush is giving you. Idiot!

"Uh, I have Astronomy-I," was his belated response.

I bit my lip because I had to break the tension in this room if we were going to be skipping next period and sitting here with each other.

"You know I never understood why people call Ursa Minor and Major as the great Bear or...something?" I finished lamely and he was all to happy to fill me in on the info. Good thing I knew he was a space junkie.

Not that I stalked him or something. Maybe a little.

And that was how I spent the rest of the school hours. Sitting in a confined space with Danny as we bantered back and forth about everything and nothing.

When the last bell rang, I was disappointed to find that our time together was cut short. We exchanged numbers and I left to go to the school parking lot which was almost empty when I got there.

Danny had to stay and get something from his locker and told me to go along.

When I reached my car I slowed to a halt when I saw Gregor Kane leaning against my car (A Honda Accord Hybrid, the second love of my life).

I approached him with trepidation and said in a steady voice, "Excuse me, I need my car so please step away." There perfectly civil and steady, although I felt oddly shaken inside.

He smirked at me and straightened from my car and I unlocked the door. I discretely looked back to see if he was still here. He was. Ugh.

I cleared my throat and asked, "Can I help you with anything?"

He smirked wolfishly at me when he heard the hesitation in my voice. I gulped inwardly, because alone in an empty parking lot with a guy that is considered dangerous can scare the bejezus out of anyone.

He adjusted his sunglasses on his nose and ran a hand through his spiked white blonde hair and shifted closer to me.

I shrinked away from him and he stopped a foot away from me, "I'm Gregor, not sure if we've officially met, Samantha."

I stood straight and said in an even tone, "It's Sam. I go by Sam." I should just hit myself in the vagina because I was a disgrace to the women that worked so hard for female rights. It was twits like me that ruined their perfectly strong and confidant images.

His smile widened at me and he leaned even closer, if that were even possible, and his voice turned husky when he said, "There's that fire, I would like to get more acquainted with it. So how about it,"

I was gaping at his audacity to infiltrate my personal space, "How about what?" I hated that my voice shook at the last word.

"How about going out on a date with me?"

I was stunned silent as I stood there looking at him and saw my own baffled expression in the lenses of his sun glasses that it took me a second to respond. In which I just shook my head so much that I feared I might get whiplash.

And then I hurriedly opened my car door and started my engine. Realizing too late that my window was down.

Gregor leaned his head down and met my eyes when he said, "Baby, try as you might. I will earn a date with you." And with that he sauntered off to God knows where. I was only too eager to hurry out of the parking lot.

I realized too late that he meant what he said. And he, eventually, did prove true to his words.

I'M BACK!

Love,

Red