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6. I Wish Craig Wasn't so Damn Amazing!"You're too sweet for your own good," I chuckled, amused by his answer.

"And oh-so-very cliché."

"I can't help it," he protested. "I can't help that you're deeply in love with me!"

Excuse me?

"Say what?" I choked out my words.

He snorted, "You heard me. You're in love with me!"

"Fat chance." I rolled my eyes, even though on the inside I was screaming because I thought he figured me out. "You're not even hot."

"Liar!" he smirked. "The first time we met you said I was sexy. Remember?"

Well I'll be damned. I did say that didn't I? Too bad he'll never hear me admit it, ha.

"Not that I recall," I lied, resisting a smug smile. "All I remember is you complimenting me."

He stared at me, then smirked smugly, "Actually, even though I didn't say it, I meant beautiful by fuck-able."

Well there you go kids, reasons why guys are complete jerks.

I stared at him in disbelief, then swallowed back some tears. I looked fuck-able? Not beautiful, not gorgeous? But fuck-able? Men are absolute pigs!

I glared, not bothering to hide my disappointment, "All you men are assholes. You only think about sex, and who's the easiest person to fall for your dumb ass lies. Fuck-able is an insult to women, sluts or not."

Craig frowned, seeing me angry, "I was only joking Becca, I swear. I meant beautiful as how it should be, not what I said."

"You're a terrible liar."

I got up off the bed, grabbed my book bag, and walked out of his room. I heard his footsteps behind me, and him calling out my name. I ignored him.

"Rebecca Harvard!"

I turned around, angry flaring in my expression, "What?"

"You're the most gorgeous creature on the planet, and I was a total ass saying something like that! Please forgive me?"

I sighed, then looked up with an amused glint in my eyes, "Sure, but first, prove it."

"Huh?" he asked."Prove that I'm pretty." I stated obviously.

"Fine, I will!"

Then absolute shock struck across my face when Craig grabbed me tightly to him and pressed his lips roughly against mine. The kiss itself was intense and passionate, but rough and gentle. The perfect balance.

However, I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck slowly, as if he were going to back away anytime soon, but he showed no sign of letting go. In fact, he pulled me tighter against him.

His hand landed softly on my cheek, molding the flesh into his hand. With his another arm, he walked us back into his room, but not before shutting and locking to door closed, not breaking the kiss once.

"Is that enough proof?" he whispered huskily, lips only slightly parted from mine.

No, not nearly enough, is what I wanted to say. But I found that my voice wasn't audible, so I just replied by kissing him back with a little more force.

"Take that as a no," he chuckled. "Good, I didn't want to stop."

I traced my fingers into his hair line, then attached them to his midnight black locks. I yanked softly, and was pleased to hear a soft moan escape his lips. My lips vibrated by his moan, only making me want him more. This was all innocent, right? I only hoped.

We both then pulled back suddenly, and muttered, "Wow."

"We'll defiantly have to do that again," Craig smirked smugly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Sure," I said, unable to wrap my head around the concept that we both made-out.

He cleared his throat, smirk still planted on his face, "Ready to go home?"

"No," I groaned. "But I have to."

Then, my adventure with Craig ended, only to start back up from the desire I held for him.