A/N: Thank you for reviewing means a lot. Attempting to be lighter with this chapter I did say attempting. I couldn't think of where this was going but found it! Should be able to update sooner now that I have somewhat of a game plan with this. Don't own it but oh how I wish I did.

Let The Games Begin

"You've really got some nerve!" Sara yelled at him in mid putting on his shirt and had he been paying attention he would have heard the door open and braced himself but no she'd got him off guard and he jumped knocking his elbow with some force against the next locker and his shirt still hanging from his head.

"Fuck Sara don't ever do that again!" he pulled his shirt on and examined his elbow he knew there was to be a bruise later

"You deserved it" here we go again, she was going to yell at him might as well get comfortable for this one he leaned up against the lockers arms crossed watching her

"You were saying I've got some nerve?" he closed his eyes hoping to catch a break and not get yelled at for not paying attention, he unfortunately was every word.

"You have no right telling me what I need, that night was a mistake I was drunk" he opened to mouth to say but not drunk enough to tell him no but thought better of it.

"Okay, it meant nothing but did you enjoy it? Speak truthfully now" he opened his eyes in time to see her turn red and look down, oh she enjoyed it all right.

"Sara look, yes I'm a little bitter and I didn't have a right to lash out at you the way I did, but I'm not all to blame sure I took it a step farther than I should have but you are just as to blame as me"

"You don't get to ask me what turns me on, we are- well I thought we were friends that was taking it a step too far. If you want to remain friends then we have to set some ground rules" were they in fucking grade school?

"Rules? Like I can't say that I can totally see your bra in that shirt because I can, or how nice your breasts look in the bra? Or how I've replayed the sounds you made in my head over and over ever since that night? Or that you're the face I see when I shoot my load? Got it mums the word" he walked out the door and into night.

"I'm really starting to think you're obsessed" Greg told her later that morning when she came to find him yet again. This time he wasn't aware of why; he thought the talk they had was over and done with never to be mentioned again.

He had been rudely awakened by pounding on his door he seriously hoped it was the sexy nurse that lived down the hall and was slightly disappointed when Sara stood on the other side. Did he forget to mention the fact he's only in his boxers?

"Don't be ridiculous" he pushed past him but not before he caught her

"You were totally checking me out" he said in pure amazement, was she not the one who said they had to have ground rules?

"I made a list" and for the first time saw that she was in fact carry paper in her now outstretched hand waiting for him to take it.

"A list? What kind of list? A sexual fantasy list?" he only briefly glanced down and caught the words longingly and forbidden before looking back up to her

"No a friend rule list. Neither of us can break it" she was staring at his chest again

"Is my lack of clothing bothering you?" her head snapped back up

"No not at all but it's rule number 2 on the list." He looked down at the sheet in his hand.

2. Full clothing must be worn in each other's presence.

"This is my full sleeping attire if you don't like it, leave you did interrupt my sleeping time" he crossed his arms his eyes daring her to say something "unless you care to join me?"

"Rule 5" she whispered swallowing

5. No propositioning me for sex.

"How was that propositioning you? I only asked I didn't offer you anything but sex, looks like I found a loop hole" he smirked and gave her the once over licking his lips.

"Seriously Greg read the rules before I say everyone that you're breaking"

"Which one was I breaking now?"

"15"

15. No smirking and licking your lips while checking me out.

He read a few others before looking back up shaking his head

"Wait a second here nowhere in here does it say that you can't do these things, I'm the one who's forbidden to undress you with my eyes or stare at you longingly. This friendship goes both ways and by the looks of it you broke rule sixteen"

"How?"

16. No checking me out under any circumstances.

"You checked me out when you walked in so what happens if we break these rules all 50 of them?"

"For each rule you break I tell everyone something about you that you don't want anyone to know"

"Can't get much worse than telling everyone I lost my virginity at 22 so bring it on Sara, these rules go for you too…hmm…what do I get to do if you break one?"

"I won't"

"You will so let me think for bit about this and I'll get back to you tonight at work, now I'm not trying to be rude but I'm tired so you need to leave" she nodded before walking over to his door.

"I can't promise it'll be PG-13 Sara" she wouldn't admit it to anyone but she grew a little wet with his words.

She was looking forward to this little game.