This was a story something no one should ever know.

Everyone who knew me would most definitely not have believed me if I said that at this moment, I was in Jared's room and wearing his clothes. Except Chloe probably.

It was simple, really.

I was out on my daily run at the beach and typically, a light drizzle of rain began, but with my fantastic timing and luck, the rain immediately worsened to a thick downpour and I was completely soaked in seconds.

I grumbled to myself. I was about to begin the doubly lengthy, and arduous jog home when Jared appeared out of nowhere. Unsurprisingly, he was shirtless.

"Kim, what the hell are you doing out here!" I was so not in the mood for this. I would never be in the mood for anything that involved Jared.

"I was going for a run and now it's raining." I said impartially.

He was quite a distance away from me but I could see him fold his arms in reply, his muscles further protruding and his face serious. Maybe I would've been slightly scared if I weren't tired and soaking wet. "Look, Kim. Just...just stay at my house until the rain stops - it's not safe."

"Um, no thanks." Hm, maybe I looked like pitiful drowned rat.

"Come on, Kim. This rain could practically make you invisible, I mean cars might not see you - and you could get sick. It isn't safe."

"I can take care of myself."

"I know. But I'm not going to let you walk home in this."

"You're not going to let me?" I began walking away and took the loose hair tie off my hair.

"Kim." He growled. Huh, I should've known it was him who growled at Paul. He followed me. "Stop." I didn't. He silently caught up with me and took hold of my wrist.

"This is not a big deal." I pulled my wrist away and he released his hold. "It's not like it hasn't happened before."

He gave me a penetrating stare and there was that incomprehensible look in his eye that he often seemed to have nowadays.

Jared spoke in a firm voice, "You are not walking in this weather and you are going to my fucking house." I was shocked to say the least. Was this his own twisted way of showing kindness or was he luring me into his home to murder me? OK, maybe I'm exaggerating a little but could you blame me? I told him to basically scram two weeks ago and we weren't exactly matched in strength.

Despite this, I wasn't afraid of him.

"Who are you? My mother?" I snapped dryly.

"No. Because your mother can't do this." In one large stride, he bent down and grabbed my legs and threw me onto his shoulders. Unfortunately, I let out a girlish cry of astonishment but I quickly balled my hands into fists and started hitting his literally hot and bare back.

"Put me down! What the hell!" I cried. Rain went into my mouth and I was already starting to feel dizzy as the blood rushed to my head. I kept bobbing up and down with each step he took - which made my head spin even more; needless to say, it wasn't pleasant position.

I decided to be quiet since it was pretty clear I couldn't get out of this. I wanted to squirm and kick my legs but I was afraid I would fall off.

After a minute or two, I felt like he'd won - well he had, but I needed to say something, to make me feel a little less defenseless.

"This is harassment! You're...you're crazy!" I admit, however useless my comment was, it made me feel a little better. He tightened his hold on me and I didn't care anymore if I fell flat on my face. I kicked my legs about and started banging my fists against his back again.

He took his free arm and easily stopped my legs from flailing and his hand slid up way too closely into my thigh.

"Hey!" I banged a fist against his back. "What do you think you're doing!"

Jared suddenly let go of his hold on me but tugged my legs slightly so I would slide off of him but the sensation felt as if he were going to drop me; my arms scrambled instinctively around his neck and my eyes shut tightly. I realized it wasn't his intention to let me fall as his hands gripped my waist.

I opened my eyes and quickly let go of his neck since our position was thoroughly compromising, but when I let go I was still pressed against his chest.

"Uh, you can let go now." It came out slightly muffled as I spoke to Jared's chest. My headache was fading.

It must have looked really weird since my arms were sort of just resting on his shoulders at a strange angle because I couldn't get them to my sides. From an outsider's viewpoint it could've been very romantic looking; two people embracing in the rain... In reality, I felt awfully uncomfortable and I wasn't at all sure what Jared was trying to do. He didn't answer me and his unshaven jaw tickled my forehead.

"Jared. Let go." He finally did and I scrambled backwards quickly.

We were in front of his house. I wondered. We had gotten here ridiculously fast. My sight had failed me as I dangled on his shoulders and I could only see Jared's back. I didn't see anything before I thought he would drop me as I had instantly closed my eyes. I didn't comment though and he walked up to his front door.

If he really wanted to be nice, he could've just taken driven me home instead of forcing me to stay at his house.

Oh. That's why. Their garage was wide open and empty.

"Kim!" He gestured for me to come in but I was still standing in the rain like an idiot. I folded my arms at him in reply and grimaced.

"I could always carry you again." He said loudly through the rain. I think I gave an alarmed look for a second because he gave an amused smirk, which I quickly returned with a grimace. I took my time and he still looked amused as he waited patiently at my purposely slow pace. As soon as I stepped into his home, I inwardly sighed at the warmth.

"Come, on." Jared said. "You can borrow some of my clothes and I'll put the ones you have on now in the dryer." I was about to protest but I had to stop my teeth from chattering and I didn't want an argument, so I shrugged. He raised his eyebrows at my lack of response and turned to head upstairs and glanced back so I would follow.

He gave me a towel, shirt and boxers. "Thanks." I said quietly. A sudden rush of overwhelming guilt flooded through me, and so, when he pointed to me the direction of the bathroom door, I only nodded my head dumbly in reply.

He was being so... nice.

The shirt he gave me was grey and overly large and I think the boxers were old because they were only slightly loose and I was certain Jared and I didn't currently share a similar waist size. He most likely wore it before he became a severely overgrown teenage boy.

I came into his room and it was obvious he had been frantically trying to clean it, or more accurately, doing the good old 'shoving-everything-under-the-bed' kind of cleaning. I genuinely didn't care whether his room was tidy or not, it's not like it was a toxic waste dump. I randomly remembered he had said something like that when he borrowed my English book.

He looked up and smiled widely.

"You look good in those."

I looked at him suspiciously. "Er, they're just clothes."

"Maybe you'd look even better without them." He grinned.

I was almost, almost, fazed by this. Since the beginning of time, I couldn't recall a time where Jared flirted with me so openly. Wait, he did flirt... right? I think my headache's going to come back.

"You wish." I replied coolly.

He took the towel and wet clothes from me, putting his face up close to mine and murmured huskily, "Oh, I do." He winked and gracefully walked down the hallway before I could say anything. Not that I could.

A/N

Kim must be very confused right now…

Excuse all my grammatical errors on this chapter and on the previous ones. I'll be going to back to fix them once my summer holidays begin. Tell me your thoughts :-)

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