For some reason one girl in particular, with bright red hair and green eyes, pissed me off. Lissa. She traced her finger down his chest and pushed her boobs into his face, as she did this my chest became tight.

I huffed a breath and stormed down the steps of the bleachers over where they were sitting. Fang averted his gaze from his lap and over to my waiting eyes, he stared. 10 seconds, 20, 30. I released sighed of annoyance and turned to the girls, each scowling at me.

"Why do all of you feel the need to undress him in the middle of school?" my eyes narrowed, "do it on your own time." I snapped.

A grin stretched over Fang's face. My breath caught in my throat. I do NOT like him!

Fang's eyes flashed with a wicked glint and he slowly raised from his sitting position. His lanky but muscular features moved gracefully across the small ground needed to be covered in order to reach me. His grin still wrinkled his eyes ever so slightly as he leaned down to my height. I sucked in a sharp breath from our close proximity.

His cool breath blew across my flushed face as he whispered, "Jealous is cute on you, babe."

Rage clouded my mind, that ungrateful, self-centered, arrogant jerk! " I am NOT jealous!" I spat, fuming.

"I beg to differ, love." Fang retorted, his smirk was handsome yet childish at the same time, created two small dimples. Ugh why does he have to be so cute? I inquired to myself.

My face flushed with embarrassment from this thought. Fang held a triumphant smile, thinking this flush meant he won our spat.

"You're an idiot," my voice cracked slightly, still recovering from my heartbeat. It was pounding so hard I wouldn't be surprised if he could hear it.

"That's the best you got? I expected more of a comeback from you, love," Fang winked. Though I wasn't one-hundred percent sure it looked like something was swirling about in his eyes, it seemed as if it were longing but I was sure that wasn't it...kinda. I wonder what that's about.

I spun around on my heel so he was unable to see me roll my eyes and fail miserably at suppressing a grin.

"LISTEN UP!" Coach Gris shouted from across the gym, making me jump startled. All eyes in the room, quickly moved to the source of yelling. "I want four laps around the track as soon as we get outside!"

Feet slapping against the ground and mindless chatting over powered any other noise as we head out to the football field. As the glass doors leading to the field opened a frigid gust of wind swept by. I wrapped my arms around myself as a shield from the cold. Every breath taken was frozen and released as a white puff of air. The trees danced with the wind, only the evergreen dressed.

My hands continued quickly gliding up and down my biceps trying to trap heat inside of my body. Suddenly a large, black sweatshirt was laid over my shoulders. Startled, I looked up only to see a soft expression gazing down at me with the same look from before in mis eyes, one I could not decipher.

"Thank you," my voice, a mere whisper, was barely audible but he caught it due to our close proximity. A small smile flashed yet it vanished before I could appreciate its warmth. I nestled into the sweatshirt letting the sweet, earthy scent envelope me. Fang continued to fixate his eyes on me. My face flushed, as I squirmed under his intense stare.

"Fangy!" A high and nasally voice screeched in my ear killing it. I winced and covered my ear with the palm of my hand, squeezing my eyes shut. A large hand, belonging to the person I hate, yet like so much...pretend you never heard that, covered my significantly smaller and more fragile hands. The warmth seeping through sending a rush up my arms. I tilted my head back to look at Fang, only to find him looking down at me with his warm eyes filled with concern.

"Can I help you?" he rumbled, hands still on mine. His eyes had hardened at the mere sight of her plastic body.

"It's soon cold. Can I wear your jacket?" Lissa batted her eyelashes.

"Maybe that's because you aren't wearing real clothes." Fang rolled his eyes, "and besides I already gave to someone who actually needs it."

He turned his head forward and ceased to converse with the devil. As we neared the football field people began to break out into a slow jog, the pounding of their feet against the muddy turf filled the air. I started in a slow jog, my shoes gliding over the track, hair flying in the wind. All sights were replaced with blurry figures, the trees were yet a green blob.

I love running, the feeling of freedom and the adrenaline pumping in my blood. Flying past the athletes, I arrived in the front of the class. Nobody had ever beaten me in a race before, however no matter the amount of times asked, I refused to join the track team. A smile graced my face as the wind whipped away, only to dissolve in the next second. On my right, supporting a cocky as hell grin was Fang, running as if he didn't use any effort. My eyes widened with disbelief. We neared the end of the four laps head to head. I stumbled to a finish, still astonished by Fang. Now that i think of it I suppose I really shouldn't have been so shocked considering the performances he had put on earlier.

"Fang, what the heck was that?" I inquired. He grinned in response.

Sorry I haven't updated in freaking FOREVER! I have been super busy with school and I'm a swimmer which pretty much diminishes any kind of free time I had. I will try and update more. Thank you for reading so far and reviewing, I will try and update more frequently now that the summer is coming up. Still don't own MR Mr. James Patty does sadly.