...yes, I am an evil whore. I deserve to be murdered. Kill me... I wont resist... TT^TT

I was pressed against the most gorgeous abdominal I had ever seen. I glanced at the perfect biceps embracing me around my head and shoulders and felt my cheeks burn. Oh god. If his torso looks like this, then what does his face look like? I wonder if I can get away without looking…

"Are you injured?" Said the sexiest deep melt-you-in-your-panties voice ever.

Well shit. I was obligated to look up now. I tried to just sneak a tiny peek but my eyes bugged outta my head as soon as I saw his face. Holy Crap. It was only a few inches from mine! Two dark blue-ish indigo eyes framed with lush eyelashes stared at me searchingly. Above them, his thick black eyebrows furrowed with worry. Pale Rose lips were slightly parted on his full mouth. He stepped back grasping my shoulders to get a better look at me. Ye Gods! The man was HUGE! He was well over 6ft4. I wouldn't be surprised if he was a foot taller than me. Onyx hair fell from his head to decorate his shoulders in wavy glory and tanned skin wrapped around the man's powerfully muscled body. He wasn't bulky though. Oh and his abs? Not a six pack… an eight pack! Seriously! I like felt I might faint just from looking at him.

He looked me over then, his face relaxed into a grin.

"You ok?"

"Uh… what?" I said like a total retard.

His eyes sparkled and his grin transformed into a teeth showing smile. Eeek! He had vamp teeth! (the kind where some peoples canines are longer than the rest of their teeth.) I could barely keep myself from drooling. I'm a sucker for a nice smile. He opened his mouth about to say something again, but I quickly cut him off for fear of him thinking I had brain damage.

"Oh yeah I'm fine."

I tried to step back as I said this but I couldn't move. His hands on my shoulders kept me imprisoned in my spot. Oddly enough the hold wasn't painful; it was gentle, almost soothing.

He stared at me, not saying anything and I could do nothing but helplessly ogle him in silence. Jebus he was sexy… Maybe too sexy. I suddenly remembered that the most successful serial killers were normally attractive. That way they could lure their victims in with a false sense of security. What if that's why his smile was so charming? Was he tryin to work his mojo on me? I do NOT wanna end up in a bunch of black trash bags.

As if reading my mind he threw back his head and laughed.

"Don't worry," he chuckled. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to make sure you were good."

He let his hands fall to his sides and my cheeks inflamed with mortification. I tried to hastily salvage what little pride I had left by lying.

"I wasn't-"

"You were," he interrupted "You had that 'deer in the headlights' look on your face."

So long pride. It was nice knowing you.

I looked away, speechless. Why did I always have to become such freakin moron around hot guys? It's like my mind just shuts down. I mean, with my friends (hawt guys and girls) you'd think I'd be over the smexy guy = tard Amara thing. Damn… does this make me shallow?

"Well uh… thanks for catching me and all that. Um yeah thanks." I said looking everywhere but at him.

"Anytime" he answered.

And here comes the awkward silence. I guessed this was my cue to disappear so I turned to leave but only got two steps before he grabbed me by the wrist. I looked down at his hand, then back at him confused.

"I beg your pardon" He said releasing my wrist. "What's your name?"

I stared at him mute again. He wanted to know my name? Ok my embarrassment level was at an all time high. I knew I'd never see this guy again so why did he ask for my name? He was still staring at me. His smile was friendly but his eyes were intense. I thought since he saved me and all it would be rude not to answer him. However, before I could, a large group of kids came rushing in between us. This must be like divine intervention. I looked for my friends then hastily swam in their direction. I gazed over my shoulder and saw him watching me swim away. He didn't chase me. Well… that's good I guess. If he really wantedto know my name he would have followed me. Right?

Ashera pounced as soon as I got close enough.

"OH MAH GOD!" she exclaimed, "Who was that?"

I ignored her and swam next to Sam. He looked at me questioningly but remained silent. Sam wasn't the type to pry.

"Nigga is FINE! Oh mah god he sexy. Hoo!" she breathed fanning herself.

Kiki and Rosa swam over then, noticing Sher's behavior asked what was up. Sher filled them in and told them where to look for the "Sex God." Kiki bit her lower lip and closed her eyes while Rosa put the back of her hand to her forehead pretending to swoon.

"Sex God is right!" said Rosa, "Aye papi te quero MUCHO!"

Kiki giggled breathlessly

"Sugoi. Hontoni, kare wa…. moooo" she said shaking her head.

"Um hello? English." Sam said waving his hands trying to snap them back into reality.

"Fine as he is, if I knew anotha language I'd be speakin it too" Sher said still eye raping him.

I wished to god he didn't notice them molesting him with their eyes. I mean, I kinda did the same thing but I'm pretty sure I wasn't so obvious. At least I hope not. They continued to gush over him and it seemed like they would never stop so I decided to try and remind them of the definition of manners.

"Nice you guys," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why not just stick your tongues out and pant like bitches in heat?"

"If he's my stud I wouldn't mind being a dog!" Sher laughed

Kiki and Rosa broke out into giggles then turned their backs to him. Well, that's a start. They started up a convo about their favorite pretty boys and Sam looked to the sky as if to say "God please save me."

"What if he's gay?" Kiki and Rosa said in unison, then burst out laughing.

"No way!" Ashera said turning her head side to side. "The way he's been staring at Amara this whole time he can't be."

I really wished she hadn't said that. I had a sneaking suspicion that he was still looking at me (that he had never stopped) but I chucked it off as paranoia. To have it confirmed made me get serious goose bumps.

"He could be staring at Sam." Kiki justified.

"Yea" said Rosa "Amara is right next to him"

I didn't even need to look to know Sam was trying to kill those two with his glare. I refused to listen anymore. They had to get bored eventually so I submerged myself underwater and counted to thirty. When I resurfaced the rest of our party had arrived and they were still harping on about Mr. Mystery.

"Dat white guy?" Ty said looking in his direction curling his lip. "What? He gotta prob?"

Ty came to stand behind me resting his arms on my shoulders. I didn't mind because he hid me from that piercing stare.

"He saved Mar from falling" Ashera said slowly.

"And? Own giva fuck. Nigga needa mind his fo' he get his shit fucked up"

Ty's chest was swelling. I could see the other boys, (except Sam of course. He's not ruled by his testosterone) tensing getting ready for a fight. They were by no means small or weak but I had a gut feeling that my savior would wipe the floor with ALL of them and not even break a sweat. The power that rolled off of him was far greater than that of a teenage boy. I looked back over to where Mr. Delicious (What? He is.) was standing then breathed a sigh of relief. He was gone.

The rest of our pool time went by smoothly. The boys quickly forgot about the stranger and continued to toss us girls in and out of the water. We stayed for a good two hours then I decided I needed food. Turns out nobody else had eaten yet either.

so yea that's the first part of chapter 3. i have writers block but i figured since i was being such an asshole and taking forever to update a little is better than nothing. at least u know what Dorian looks like now...