So yeah here is another Chapter! Reviews would be greatly apperciated!

I woke the next morning still in my clothes but in the guest room. I could smell the sweet scent of pancakes. Devon's clothes were still on the bed with a note on top. It read, Rose, you fell asleep at the counter. You can still change into these when you wake up just to be comfortable I quickly changed into a gray shirt and blue boxers. I could hear music playing from the kitchen. I stopped right before the kitchen and his back was to me. His hair wasn't brushed but it still looked good. He was wearing a red t-shirt and baggy blue jeans. I could see the muscle tone in his arms whenever he picked something up to add in with the pancakes. I walked slowly into the kitchen and there was a stereo next to him. It was playing soft piano music.

"I didn't know you liked classical." I said sitting in the same spot at the counter as yesterday. He smiled at me.

"Not most people don't, so keep it a secret. I wouldn't want my reputation to be ruined." He laughed. I leaned against the counter, as I did last night and listened to the soothing music.

"Do you like it?" He asked placing a plate of pancakes and eggs in front of me.

"It's very pretty," I stared up at him. "Do you play the piano?"

His face dropped then was replaced with a sad smile.

"I used to." He answered.

"Why did you stop?" I asked even softer. He placed another plate in front of me and sat across. He passed me a fork and a napkin.

"I hope you like strawberries." He smiled.

"Yeah, it's my favorite fruit." I said a little disappointed he changed the subject. I poked the strawberries with my fork and popped them into my mouth.

"These are delicious." I said happily. The pancakes were fluffy and sweet, so sweet that I didn't need syrup.

"What's the matter? You look like you have a question." Devon asked placing his fork down. I was curious about his family and why it looked like it hurt him to talk about it but I decided against it.

"What did you put in these pancakes?"

His gorgeous, cheerful smile was back.

"Lemon, Cinnamon, and Vanilla." He said as I took another bite. "I could show you how to make it next time."

"Really? That would be great." I smiled.

"Well eat up we have school today." He reminded me as he picked up his plate and put it in the kitchen. I popped another piece of strawberry pancake into my mouth and got up from the table.

"Devon."

"Yes."

"I don't have my uniform here." I said shyly. He flashed his breathtaking smile.

"Don't worry, we'll pick it up before school." He confirmed.

I stood, shocked.

"How?"

He continued to smile.

"Breaking and entering of course."

"What," I breathed. "Are you crazy?"

He gave me a puzzled look.

"My dad will murder you!" I shouted. "I'm surprised he hasn't had the police come after me yet."

His blue eyes penetrated me, making my heart race.

"Don't worry, he won't even notice I'm there." He smirked as if he was enjoying a private joke.

"I'm telling you that he is dangerous." I urged on.

"And I'm telling you not to worry." His tone hard.

We glared at each other.

"Rose everything will be fine." He promised.

I had to turn away before my mind turned to mush.

"You can't promise that." I muttered.

His footsteps were so quiet that I didn't notice that he was suddenly in front of me. He took my face in his hands.

"Trust me." His voice calm but full of authority.

I frowned.

"So what's your master plan?" my voice weak compared to his demanding voice. He smiled his gorgeous smile and nodded his head.

"You won't be a part of it."

"What?" I exploded. "Do you even know where my room is? It would take you forever to find my uniform."

"Now change into your clothes from yesterday and we'll walk to your house." He smiled again ignoring me.

I left the kitchen without another word and slowly changed into my clothes. Something was different about him this morning but I

couldn't quite pin point it. When I returned to the living room he was already changed into his school uniform.

"There is something different about you." I breathed.

"What are you talking about?" once again puzzled.

"I don't know just something about you is different from yesterday."

I couldn't really pin point his expression. His eyes were sad but his body tense.

"I really have no idea what you are talking about." His smile wasn't as gorgeous this time. He extended his hand and motioned me to the door. The warmth from his hand felt wonderful against my cold and clammy one. We were silent most of the way to my house. The closer we got the more sick I felt. Devon squeezed my hand. I looked up and his bright eyes looked into mine.

"Everything's fine you won't even have to go inside."

"But you don't know-" I pushed.

"I'll find your room don't worry." he interrupted. "Just wait here." He pronounced slowly.

I sighed and closed my eyes. "Fine. I'll wait here." I said glancing back up at him.

"Good." He smiled and walked around the house to the backyard. I stared nervously at the red truck that mocked me. If anything happens to Devon I would be the one to blame. I sat on the concrete too afraid to go and check if he was okay. I wrapped my arms around my legs and let my head fall on my arms. I held my breath and closed my eyes. I felt my chest ache and my eyes were beginning to sting. I felt a small tap on my shoulder.

"Rose, I have your stuff." He said in a soft voice.

I lifted my head and sadly smiled. "Thank god."

"Uh Rose are you okay?" He crouched down next to me.

Without thinking I jumped at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head into his shoulder. He had a sweet scent that I had not noticed before. He wrapped his arm around my waist and laid his head on top of mine.

"See I told you that everything would be fine." He whispered into my ear.