Thank you all SO MUCH for the positive reviews! They've been really encouraging! And just to clear up a few things...yes, Darien is technically cheating on his girlfriend. Darien is...let's see, I'll say about 17 and a senior in high school, while Serena is 14 and a freshman in high school. D'ya guys think I should bump the rating up? It gets kinda raunchy in this chapter...but anyway, without further ado, here's chapter three in Serena's POV!

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Chapter Three: What A Wicked Thing To Do (To Make Me Dream Of You)

I rolled over, tossing and turning in my bed, trying to find a cool spot. The night may have been chilly, but Darien had left me feverish. I cursed him as I gave up and kicked the covers off, curling up into the fetal positon I normally slept in. After our talk at the park, he and I had engaged in quite the make-out session in the backseat of his black Nissan. I could feel my face flaming in the dark as I remembered it. His hands had gone to new...er, lows, I suppose, leaving me breathless. My rational mind ordered me to stop thinking about it, but my other side of the brain teased me with fragments of memories of his skilled hands.

I sighed, as a more melancholy thought took place. How many other girls had he done that to? I know I wasn't the only one...I'd heard whispers about Darien and Raye having something going on before I started high school. And there were times when Darien would hug me, and I could see a very firey look in Raye's beautiful violet eyes. I could see why he would want to do things with her, though...she had this incredibly long black hair and arresting features. In short, she looked like a supermodel compared to me.

Then again, so does Fran Drescher.

I looked over at the clock. 3 AM, and I sure as hell was lonely. But as I turned over again, pulling the covers up, and tried to get some sleep, Darien's face (and hands) never left my mind...

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The next morning, I groggily opened my eyes at someone's prompting. Looking up, there was Darien, sitting next to me. He grinned at my shocked look, and stopped me in my futile attempt to cover myself up. "Your parents let me up, I'm here to take you to school," he explained. Then he took a closer look at me in my bright pink matching pajama set (with pink ribbons tied in my mussed pigtails) and laughed. I yawned, but tried to look menacing, despite the situation at hand.

My mind went wild. Nothing was sacred. I had visions of us ripping each other's clothes off...of hot, passionate kisses being planted all over my body...of a naked Darien on top of me, moaning with pleasure...of wild, loud, hot, dirty sex...screaming each other's names, him whispering dirty things in my ear, touching me in ways I couldn't begin to imagine...

Shut up brain, SHUT UP!

"What's your problem?" I said, feigning indignacy. He chucked me under my chin, chuckling. "You look like a little girl in your pajamas, Bun Bun," he teased me. I blushed. "Get out," I ordered. "I need to get changed." He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, why can't I watch?" he asked. I sighed, getting out of bed. Just watching is harmless, right? I mentally asked my little devil and angel chicks that sit on my shoulders. But they were too busy making out, clothes flying everywhere.

Dammit, why must I have sex on the brain so early in the morning?

I pushed him out the bedroom door. "No way, Don Juan," I said. "My parents would kill me!" I shut the door, ignoring his protests and pleading. I grabbed my hairbrush, and went to the complex task of re-doing my bun-and-pigtail hairstyle that earned me the nickname "dumpling head". After that was done, I quickly pulled on some jeans and a black and red Curious George shirt. I tied red ribbons around my buns, and added a black choker. Almost as an afterthought, I fastened the moon-and-star bracelet that Darien had given me when school started. My red Chucks...makeup...school bag...and I was good!

I opened up the door, and found Darien nowhere to be seen. I grabbed my lunch, a piece of toast, and a bottle of water, and looked around. "Mom, have you seen Darien?" I asked, confused. She called from the living room. "Sweetie, he left just a minute ago," she said. "Try and go catch up with him." I cursed under my breath, throwing the door open, seeing his car at the end of the street. "Shit!" I muttered, breaking into a sprint. I used to be on the track team in seventh grade, and even though I quit, I'm still pretty fast. Within about thirteen seconds, I stood in front of his passenger side door, panting. He laughed, and reached over to open the door.

"What the hell, Darien?!" I exclaimed, tossing my bag in the back. He was still laughing, and I was still fuming. "It's not freaking funny!" I said. He smiled, looking over at me while he drove. "It's sorta funny," he said, and leaned over to kiss me. I pushed him away, still mad. "Keep your eyes on the road," I said angrily...but let his hand stroke my thigh the whole way to school...which only fuled my (already illegal in ten states) raunchy thoughts. Great, I thought. Another day where I can't cross my legs...

Darien parked by the theater, and escorted me in. It wasn't our first class, but we always stopped by in the morning to drop our lunches off in the fridge (Ah, the benefits of eating lunch in the theater building...fridge, microwave, and good company). That, and our class play roles were being posted today. We headed in, and I checked for my name on the call board. Suddenly I squealed, and leapt into Darien's arms. He hugged me tighter than he had in a long time, laughing. The play was a take on the Greek myth of the Moon Goddess Selene and her lover Endymion.

I was cast as Selene, and Darien as Endymion!

Chapter three: end