Chapter 25, people!

Disclaimer: I own no one familiar to the movie. End of disclaimer.

Never thought that Lash and Layla had a past relationship beyond the movie? What? You never thought they could have been friends? Are you kidding me? Here! Have the story! My goodness, you've been missing out.

Past

"I thought we agreed that we weren't supposed to kiss the girl if we found her." Speed said darkly, appearing at the gate. Lash pushed his hips against Layla, holding her where she was as he smirked at Speed.

"Whatever." He said lazily, turning back to Layla with a smile and taking her bottom lip in his mouth. She pushed him away.

"What?!" She cried, and he took her hand, leading her out of the yard.

"Something Speed came up with." He muttered sourly, looking darkly over at his best friend. "But I said no."

"Yet you still go for it." She hissed.

"It's what I do, Lahlah."

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It was time for Will and Layla to take to the tree, watching Zack and Julian race around, trying to hide away from the infamous Lash and Speed. "How'd he find you?" Layla asked Will, looking at him wearily as he was creeping farther from her on the tree branch.

"I snapped a branch and he looked up - saw my stupid shoelace and tugged on it." Layla winced at the image, and frowned.

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well, at least you had a bit of an adrenaline rush." He smirked, and she gave him a confused look. "You were crazy wild! You were everywhere!" Layla blushed, but watched him creep a bit farther away, the binoculars on his neck moving slowly against his chest.

"Will, will you stop moving? I'm trying the best I can to not make this branch break and have us fall." She whispered, and realization crossed over his face, squirming his way back towards her and touching her knee with his own.

"It's the shirt, it's intimidating - it reminds me of Lash." He grimaced, and she tugged at it, giving it a glance before tilting her head to the side, pulling it off her body.

"Better?"

"You're wearing a green bra?" He whispered, and she rolled her eyes, giggling. Slowly she rolled the shirt into a ball and tucked it in between her legs.

"It's a bra. Unless you'd rather have me be topless altogether, Will."

"Why'd you take it off?"

"I don't like when you're uncomfortable." She whispered, avoiding his eyes as she blushed down the tree. Slowly he looked away, into the binoculars and smirked.

"Zack got caught."

"That was predictable - all he wears is bright colors."

"Well his dad is technically to blame, really." Layla smirked at his words, and tried to cover herself self-consciously with her hands.

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The front door to Layla's house opened, and they all heard the distinct cry of Amanda for the teens to come in. Layla climbed down the tree with ease, taking Will's hand to help him down as well, her shirt in her mouth.

"Whoa..." She heard from behind her, whipping her face around and spitting the shirt into her hand. "Hey..." Julian muttered, a teasing look on his face as he scanned her chest.

"Julian, you've got Fiona." She giggled, knowing he was only fooling. Will wiggled his nose as he watched Zack appear behind him, ogling Layla. Okay now, now she was a bit weary about taking her shirt off. "Zack, stop it."

"It's green."

"Zack! Stop," she groaned as Speed came running in from the right.

"Oh, hey!" He said, slightly strained, a smirk on his face. "Hey, Lash, Layla's stripping."

"Shut up, Speed - I am not." The boys looked amused, and she glanced her way over at Will, who couldn't help but smirk right along with them. "You guys, are seriously immature."

"We can't help it when a girl takes her shirt off." Julian chuckled, and Lash stretched a leg into view, his body coming shortly after.

"Whoa, hey Layla, did you notice that your bra's green?" He snickered, coming forth and tugging the shirt from her hands, pulling it on to her body.

"Yeah, thanks." She muttered nastily, and they all headed to her house.

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"...And then Layla took her shirt off for us guys," Speed snickered out, retelling the story of their trip outside. Sarah gawked at the lone girl, who turned red as she ducked her head into her arms.

"I did not, Speed." She groaned loudly, turning her eyes to the ceiling. He was the only one left in the house now, and Sarah sat through the whole story of their game. Lash had actually left the room to take a shower, change, and eat a cup of ice cream before he sat down, still listening to Speed's play by play story. He sat next to Layla, poking her with the licked spoon. "Shtop it." She muttered, and he did it again. "Shtop it!" She cried, lifting her red face to turn to Lash, who could only smile widely.

The phone rang.

Sarah left the room, knowing that the phone was ringing for Speed.

"Come home now? Alright. Bye Dad." Layla snatched the cup of cookies & cream from Lash's grasp and ate it with a grin.

"Hey, that's mine." he growled, trying to reach it, but she tucked it into her side and giggled, sticking her tongue out at him. Lash's arms stretched around her and tackled her down to the floor, and Speed rolled his eyes.

"I gotta go home."

They hadn't moved. "Alright then." Layla whispered, her lips centimeters from Lash's as he reached for the frozen treat. She gasped as his hand rested on her chest, and he smirked evilly when Speed left the house, his head dipping slowly.

"I'll bite it if you don't give it up." She paled.

"You wouldn't." She breathed, her eyes wide as he dipped even closer to his hand, removing it and grabbing her free wrist.

"Oh, believe me, I will." He opened his mouth above the black shirt, the seconds becoming slower as she tried to break her wrist free.

"OW!" She screamed, his teeth digging through the shirt, the green bra beneath. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!" She growled, his teeth still as she breathed heavily. "Okay, fine, I give!"

She placed the glass mug on the floor beside the two of them, and he smirked even bigger in triumph as he removed himself from his place on top of her.

"That's right, you give." She glared darkly at him, and he snickered.

"I didn't think you'd really do that to me."

"I told you I would!"

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He snuggled deeply into her long red hair. "So why did you take off my shirt, anyway?"

"Will got uncomfortable. It reminded him of you." Lash scoffed, running his hand across her neck as she pouted at her reflection, her shirt pulled away from her body as she checked her bruised nipple. She gave him a small, dirty look when she looked into his eyes through the mirror, hiding it away from Lash as he smirked.

"How bad is it?"

"Bad." She whispered, smacking his wandering left hand. It recoiled away from her waist, and she turned fully around at him.

"Aw, want me to kiss it better?" He smiled widely.

"Lash, no!" He went to grab the shirt and pull her close, but she bit his hand, running away over to the bed and ducking beneath the covers, giggling uncontrollably. He shouted a protest, jumping onto the bed after her, tackling her underneath the blanket. "No, please!" She mocked pleaded, feeling his fingers slowly reach for the edge of the comforter. He threw it out of the way, smirking as she curled into a ball before him, a smirk on her face as he picked her up and tossed her down, letting himself get on top of her.

"But I wanna kiss it better!" He cried, a smile on his face as she giggled away, her arms being held down with his hands. "Please let me kiss it better?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine in the morni-" His mouth collapsed onto hers, making her quiet. Lash used his fingers to rip off her shirt, tossing it to the ground before attacking her lips again. She squeaked in surprise, her hands coming loose and covering her bra. He couldn't get to her boobs if she covered them. "Lash, it's fine!"

"I wanna make sure!" He cried happily, and she was reminded of a younger Lash, only that one was less persistent to kiss a 'boo-boo' better. "C'mon, Layla, let meeeee." He carried on his word, his eyes closing as his cheek fell onto her green bra.

She groaned. "You can kiss the bra. Because you hurt that too." She said, pointing to the teethmarks still wedged in the cup. He sighed loudly, grumbling. "What was that?"

"Nothing, obviously." He whispered, looking up to her from his place on her chest. His lips touched the fabric, and he pressed them harder, his teeth sinking back into the bra and through it to her skin. She yelped a scream but he closed his eyes quickly, holding her arms down with one hand. She struggled, but he smirked as he had ripped the bra down slightly to kiss her nipple quickly, rolling away and onto the floor.

"LASH!" She cried, and he rose his arms into the air.

"YES!" He laughed, avoiding the pillow being thrown at him with a chuckle. "Yes, I kissed it!" She crossed her arms over her wounded chest and sulked.

"Are you satisfied now?" She asked, her voice high and squeaky as her eyes flickered. He merely nodded, getting back onto the bed.

"Swear." He whispered, ducking his head into the pillow he pulled up from the floor. "Won't happen again."

"Better not." She grumbled, looking away in shame.

"I didn't see anything." He reasoned, and she growled.

"Yeah, well, whatever, Lash." Her eyes turned to his, and they shimmered with guilt. His arms opened in offering, but she 'harrumphed' for a moment, staring at her own reflection in the mirror again, hating the look in her eyes.

"Layla?" He asked, and she groaned, turning her body towards his.

"Ugh, Lash, I hate you." She hugged him tightly, stuffing her face into his chest.

"In that case I hate you too." He wrapped his arms around her numerous times and shoved his nose into her hair, breathing softly.

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"Layla?" He whispered, feeling her fingers on his hip. They were tapping to a beat he didn't know, and her breath was hot on his chest. She didn't respond. "Okay then, you're asleep after all..." Lash sighed, thumbing over the back of her naked chest. Layla had fallen asleep with only her bra and jeans on. His thumb slid over her skin, and she reacted, which scared Lash. With her left hand she stopped drumming his hipbone, and her back arched, making her face fall back into his chest. She sighed a deep breath, and then moaned, her eyes barely opening. As she moved her face forward, she felt his left nipple graze her cheek, and she smirked, biting down on it.

Lash yelped out a scream of surprise, and Layla snickered, pulling up, not expecting a moan from his throat.

She ripped her face away, afraid of what was to come. "Didn't mean to really do that." She chuckled, but he didn't move from his spot. He was frozen. "Lash?" No response.

"Lash?" Her voice was full of worry now, unable to understand why he wasn't reacting now. "Oh my god, Lash, c'mon!" She straddled his body, and smacked his cheek. Still no response. She yelped, bringing her fingers to her face to hide her mouth, tears brimming over in her eyes.

And then his hand flew up from behind her and threw her lips onto his. "Lash, you dick!" She cried against his lips, and he only pressed harder against the back of her head. Layla tried to remove herself, but he only chuckled.

"You put this on to yourself, little Layla." He whispered huskily, inhaling deeply as he kissed her with force.

"Lemme go."

"Say you're sorry." He muttered, using his hands to tickle her stomach. She twitched, giggling, using her hands wildly to swat his fingers away.

"No-o." She moaned, her whiny, complaining self showing through.

"Then no, I won't." He flipped her onto her back, and his lips went to her neck, biting gently before sucking and chewing.

"Not another one…" She gasped, her fingers on his shoulders as she tried to pry him off her.

"Say you're sorry!" He pulled on the skin, and she feared another giant hickey.

"I'm sorry." She said weakly, her eyes closing, yet she denied the feeling. He let her go, kissing her nose quickly before grasping her body against his once more.

"That's better." He chuckled, and she scoffed.

"You scared me."

"Yeah? Well what you did turned me on. And I was trying to sleep." She snorted.

"I didn't really need to know that." He laughed into her hair.

"Well there's some information you'll always have at the back of your mind. Enjoy."

"Go to sleep Lash." She laughed out, her eyes closing as she breathed deeply; delicately touching her newly chewed skin.

"Love you too, Lahlah."

Monday morning came, and so didn't Layla's grumbling moan to the mirror. "It's still there!" She cried, pouting as she poked at it. Lash sighed, a smirk on his face as he ruffled his hair, trying to make it look messy.

"It's a symbol of my love! Don't hate it!" Lash said, a mocking voice through his mouth. She glared at him.

"This is your fault."

"Technically, it's yours. If you didn't bite me, I wouldn't have given you the hickey." He removed some of the hair from her neck to smile at it. "It's perdy."

"It's your fault. Because if you didn't bite me the first time, we wouldn't be here right now." He stepped closer to her, his fingers on her chin as he secured this position.

"Tis yours, my dear sweet," He smirked. "Because if you didn't take my ice cream in the first place, we wouldn't be arguing about who bit who for what reason." Her jaw dropped, and he kissed her nose before exiting the room.

"The bastard."

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Her hair was practically plastered to her neck, and she gave a stiff smile to her mother and Sarah as she entered the crowded kitchen. She paled. Oh no, Will. He waved to her over his orange juice, and Lash could only smile.

"You're hair looks nice down, Layla." He whispered, smirking as she sat down beside him. Chewing his Lucky Charms he took a glance at Will, who glared at him. Seriously, get a new greeting, why don't you, Stronghold, he thought, shaking his head into the milk of the bowl.

"S'your fault." She whispered, snagging open the Pop-tart wrapper he slowly slid towards her. He gave her a sweet smile, flicking around her red hair when she looked away.

"You should really pull your hair back out of your face, though," He said, using his index finger to trail behind her ear before Layla's eyes opened wide, a shocked look on her face. "It brings out your eyes..." Will stiffened in his seat, seeing the tension between the two grow bigger than he's seen before.

She angrily bit into her Pop-tart, glaring daggers at Lash, who only chuckled. "I hate you." She seethed, standing up and looking to Will, whose eyebrows raised many inches.

"I hate you too." He smirked, standing up and taking her arm with his hand. "Now kiss me goodbye." The mothers in the room didn't hear this exchange, but Will did, and he almost spit his entire cup of orange juice just because of it. She sighed, letting him run a hand through her hair on the side without the hickey. Slowly her toes lifted from the ground to give him a small peck to the lips, and Will dropped his now-empty cup. Amanda turned around with a squeal, and Layla smiled against Lash's still mouth, pulling away to grasp Will's hand with her own, running out the door.

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"What was that all about?" Will cried out, his voice sputtering as he stumbled down the rocky walkway. She shivered.

"I always give him a kiss goodbye - even if I'm mad at him." She sighed, and he caught up with her, his hands out with confusion.

"But why?" Layla's eyes narrowed.

"Will, would you like me to start kissing you goodbye, when you go to a public school and I end up at Sky High?" She gasped at her own words, and he dropped his backpack, his jaw dropping. "Oh my god, Will - I didn't mean to say that."

"I...I know...it's just kinda shocking to hear that from you. It doesn't...sound like you."

"I know - and I'm sorry."

"Sounds more like him!" He yelled, pointing down the road where Lash was slowly walking to the Sky High bus stop, his hands in his pockets. Layla rolled her eyes.

"You're so stubborn, William."

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