When their date finally arrived, Kyoya picked Shana up from the lobby of her dorm. He had said that they were going to a hotel dinner, so she had dressed accordingly. She wore an evening gown in black, and her hair was twisted into an elegant updo.

Kyoya came to pick her up right on time, in his sleek black Ferrari. Shana was used to such things and so didn't bat an eyelash as she got into the car. "Good evening," she greeted Kyoya. He returned the greeting.

Kyoya wasn't very sure why he had wanted to take Shana on a date; all he knew was that he did – very badly. And like the so many things he had, he intended to work for her.

Somehow, as the date progressed, he just liked her more and more. And that tiny body of hers – at first it had amused him, but now he saw the sinuous curves that had been there all along.

When the date ended and he was forced to take her back to her dorm room, he couldn't help it. Almost involuntarily, he leaned in for a kiss.

Shana was amazed by his audacity. By rights, she should be punching him into the ground, yet she found herself leaning into his embrace helplessly, unable to curb the strange desire flowing through her veins.

"Shana…" he murmured, right before he claimed her lips. It was a kiss unlike anything he had ever experienced. It would be a lie to say that he had never kissed anyone; he had been a host, after all, albeit a rather inactive one. But none of the high school giggling girls he had been forced to kiss had ever seemed as seductive and desirable as Shana.

He had only intended to get a swift taste – hadn't he? He really didn't know… but any noble intentions he might have ever had were lost in the heat of the blaze that burned between them, bright and fierce.

For her part, Shana wasn't doing much to protest. "Kyoya…" she moaned into the kiss. Her arms tightened involuntarily around him. It was so odd… she knew that it was wrong, she shouldn't be kissing a man on their first date, yet she couldn't help it.

"Kyoya…" she moaned, trying to draw on her common sense – or anything, really, to justify why this was wrong, like she knew it was.

"Yes, Shana?" he murmured. Shana was tempted to throw caution to the wind and haul him into the back seat, but she would not do that. She pulled away from him, breaking their kiss. For a moment, they just sat there breathing hard, then she glared at him. "What the hell was that?" she asked. He shrugged. "Hell if I know."

They sat there, thinking, for a moment. Then, Kyoya asked, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

Shana glared at him. "After that? I would have beaten you into the ground if you hadn't asked." He smiled at that. "Am I supposed to take that as a 'yes'?" he asked.

Shana melted inside. He seemed too cute to stay mad at. She wrapped a slender hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her. He held his breath as she drew closer, in the hopes of sharing another amazing kiss, but Shana just gave him a chaste peck on the lips before saying her goodnights and exiting the car.

After she was gone, Kyoya just sat in the car for a moment, basking in the warmth of their encounter. Then he put his hand over his eyes and groaned as he rubbed on the bridge of his nose.

What the hell was he doing? Why did everything skyrocket out of control when he was around her? She was like a drug to him, something he shouldn't have but needed. She threatened to make all those feelings and secrets buried deep inside him spill out. She was dangerous. If he knew what was good for him, he would stay away from her. But, for the first time in so long, he was going to do what he wanted to, and not what he should.

After all, did he not have the right to be happy too? Did he have to spend his life slaving away for his family business?

Shana leaned against the wall of the elevator, trembling. What the hell was that? She pressed a trembling finger to her lips, which still felt Kyoya's on them. This was… unbelievable. It was something so out of her imagination that she was unable to understand it.

All her life, she had never been the girl that everyone noticed. She had been the geeky little kid who was the teacher's pet and always came in top of the class. Boys had always ignored her, preferring instead to go for the other girls, girls like Chantelle.

That had been her first kiss. She had never believed what she had overheard about kissing in high school. The other girls had described it as a whirlwind, knocking them off their feet and sweeping them into an abyss of endless pleasure – no exaggeration in the retelling, honest.

Shana had laughed at them derisively and maybe a bit sadly. It was foolish to describe something so mundane as a kiss from someone that she would likely not stay with for any length of time, but at the same time, she had envied them their ability to remain blissfully happy of the future that awaited them.

She had never had that luxury. But for the first time, maybe she had some hope that she would get her own happy ending. And that hope was something that she would cling to with all her heart – how could she not?

The elevator stopped at her floor and she got off calmly, for she never let the outside world see what she was feeling inside, no matter how tumultuous she felt.

Chantelle sat on her bed and scowled. She had just gotten a text from one of her friends who had seen Shana and Kyoya's kiss. It had been, as her friend had described, 'hot'.

Chantelle wanted to break something. It wasn't fair! Why should Shana, that little brat, get the hot rich guy? Chantelle could have had Takashi, if only they hadn't butted in. Now he was dating that little bitch's friend! Didn't she deserve happiness so much more than the little bitch and her friends?

There and then, Chantelle swore that she would make Shana sorry for everything that she and her friends had done.

Hey guys! Hope you liked my chapter! (: I'm aware it seems really stilted and awkward at the moment, but I promise that it won't be for long! On by the way, I'm going away soon, and won't be able to write or upload chappies! Sorry. Yup, the usual, please R&R!