Me is tired. But me promised to update. So…you know who you are…this is for you.

Disclaimer: nope. Just the storyline.

Enjoy!

(Due to the fact that I am half asleep, any grammar/spelling mistakes will not be uncommon. I apologize in advance.)

Cars, Clubs and Idiots

As convenient as it was, I wasn't in the mood to chew anybody out. Shocking right? Going by my last couple of mood swings…yes.

Flipping all my hair over to one shoulder, I got to my feet and picked up my heels. I put on a "I know EXACTLY where I am and what I am doing" air and turned to face him.

Nick stared at me in shock. "What the hell—"

"Do yourself a favor, Walker, and shove it," I told him, starting down the street. Walking wasn't ideal but what other option did I have?

"Hey, whoa," he said, grabbing my arm. "No need to get violent."

I shook my head and eyed him fearlessly. "You have no freaking clue, Walker. If I were violent, you'd be dead by now. Heck, I don't why I haven't decked you yet."

He smirked and his eyes gleamed. "Feisty," he said. Leaning closer he murmured, "I like it." Grinning at my horrified expression, he stepped closer. "So what do you say we hit the club, huh?"

He ran his fingers lightly down my arm, making me involuntarily shiver.

"Get to know each other a little better," he whispered.

I gasped and raising my hand, gave him a good satisfying slap across the face.

"What kind of idiot ARE YOU?" I demanded, shoving a finger at his chest. "Now you listen to me, Mr. Walker. You may be a singer, have a cool car and own a multimillion dollar house but that does NOT mean every single solitary girl going to faint at your feet. So too bad, get over it and have a nice life."

With my heart racing, I stalked away in fury.

I heard him cussing like a sailor and I felt pretty good about what went down.

"Wait! Max! Max, just wait!"

He whipped me around and I saw that I left a pretty good size mark on his face.

So proud, guys. So proud.

"And why should I?" I asked. "So you can hit on me again?"

"What the hell is your problem?" he demanded. "I was just kidding, okay?"

I stared into his dark, coal black eyes that seemed to be void of any emotion. "Sure you were," I said drily. "Just like the sky's purple, right?"

I shrugged my way past him and kept walking.

"Why can't I drive you there?" He demanded, following me.

"Oh, I don't know," I replied, sarcasm dripping all over it, "maybe because I refuse to ride with a perverted, spoiled child who doesn't know how to respect women. But that's just a guess," I added.

"Max, I swear to you that I was only joking around. Besides, the club is a good thirty blocks from here. It isn't safe to be on the streets at night." He eyed me and swallowed. "Especially in that," he added, pointing to my dress.

I folded my arms over my chest protectively. "Are you calling me weak?"

"No, I'm calling you an idiot."

Ouch. Call a spade a spade why don't you?

"Come on, Max," he pleaded. "Please?"

I bit my lip. Although I absolutely hated it, I knew he was right. Girls + dresses + streets +nighttime = not good situation.

"Just this once," I growled.

He visibly relaxed. "I'll pick you up."

I waited for him to disappear before screaming into my hands. How did I get myself into these situations? Why couldn't I be a good girl and stay home like mommy had said?

Oh, that's right. Because I'm an idiot, that's why.

Hardly a minute later Nick pulled up to the curb with his black camaro. It was pretty sweet ride, I had to admit.

Opening the passenger door, I slid in. It smelt clean and fresh, like peppermint.

Turning down the radio, he pulled away from the curb.

"So…" he started. "Wanna explain why you were on that curb?"

He had no idea how dangerous that question was. Nonetheless, I ignored him. I was too busy planning my escape route. This is what I had so far: I'd get there, find Ella and Nudge, drag them to the car, rush back home and hope for the best.

But I already knew exactly what was coming. I'd lose my car and my insurance. Fiona would probably sell my baby to some car dealer then spend the money on some designer purse. I'd be grounded for about two months and most likely get another huge list of chores.

I was reminded again of whose fault that was.

"Okay then," he muttered in defeat.

We rode in silence for a couple more minutes.

"You know I really was kidding," he announced. "About the whole club thing." He glanced at me then back at the road. "Truly."

I shook my head and laughed harshly. "No, you weren't. But nice try."

He set his jaw. "Are you always such a—"

He broke off and breathed in and out deeply.

"A female dog?" I asked.

He shrugged. "More or less."

I smirked. "Only when I'm pissed. Which is about half the day."

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Doesn't it ever get exhausting?"

"Only when I'm around you," I answered him truthfully.

He glanced at me warily then pulled into a NO PARKING zone.

Such a law abiding citizen.

"Come on, Maxie," he said, turning off the car. "I'll get you in."

My eyes widened. I hadn't thought about it before, but he was right. I was underage.

Nick rolled his eyes. "Get a grip, Max."

I glared at him. "I have a grip, thank you very much. I was just thinking of how I was going to find my friends in this zoo."

Zoo was too light of a term. The club was totally packed.

Nick grabbed my hand and started for the doors. Holding his I.D. out, he showed it to security. They nodded and let us through. They didn't even ask about me. I was both relieved and a little alarmed. After thinking about it, I realized Nick technically was underage as well. So was Ella and Nudge.

How lovely. I didn't even want to THINK about how they got in.

Loud music was blasting, the lights were low and everyone was drinking. The dance floor was packed and the DJ was pumping it.

I glanced at Nick and saw a huge smile spread across his face. I was reminded that this was his turf. His playground.

"You can let me go now," I yelled at him over the music. His hand was still holding mine tightly.

He didn't seem to hear me.

"Yo!" I shouted, snapping my fingers in front of his face. "Dipstick! Let go of me!"

He looked down at me but ignored my question. "Do you wanna drink?"

My jaw dropped. "Do I look like I want a drink?"

He touched my hips and pulled me closer. "Or we could dance," he whispered into my ear.

My heart skipped a beat and thoughts raced through my head. They varied from, "Holy crap, he smells really good" to "THIS GUY IS FREAKING BIPOLAR!"

Finally getting my wits around me, I shoved his hands off my waist and glared at him. "You unbelievable, perverted, idiotic—"

I was interrupted by several fan girls who had caught sight of the newcomer.

"OH MY GOSH! NICK WALKER IS HERE!"

Que chaos.

Seizing the moment, I used the distraction to pull away from Nick. Looking around frantically (and stepping on many peoples toes), I finally spotted Nudge and Ella talking to some older looking guys.

Both of their eyes widened when they saw me.

"Max what the heck—"

"We're leaving," I announced, pulling them away. "Sorry for the interruption!" I called behind my shoulder.

"Max, what happened? I thought you'd be home by now…" Nudge looked really confused, and quite honestly, not all there.

"Nudge have you been drinking?" I inquired, leaning forward to smell her breath.

She looked at me accusingly. "Of course not, Max!" She slurred. "I don't drink."

I rolled my eyes. It was obvious someone had spiked her coke.

Ella seemed okay though, if a little annoyed at my interruption.

"Come on," I urged them.

"Why, Max? What went wrong?" Ella's eyes widened. "It's past midnight! Max, your stepmother—"

"Yes, Ella," I snapped. "I am quite aware of the fact I am late but it actually doesn't matter because they were there, they saw me on the screen."

"What?" She gasped.

"Ugh, not now," I grumbled. "Come on, let's go," I said, continuing to drag Nudge.

I spotted Nick and moved faster.

"Max!" he called, trying to squeeze through his adoring fans.

"Come ON," I urged, finally reaching the door. I pushed it open and ushered Ella and Nudge out, having Ella lead the way to the car.

"Max!" I heard him call again. I turned around and saw he had come outside follow by lots of people and flashing lights. The security guards stepped in to stop the crowd and he rushed out to meet me.

"Not right now, Nick," I sighed. Nudge and Ella stared in shock but they were smart enough not to speak.

"Yes ,right now," he insisted. "You can't just leave—"

"Oh, yeah?" I challenged. "Watch me."

He grabbed my arm. "Max."

I whirled around. "Nick, STOP—"

Only, I didn't get that far. Because right then, he kissed me, right on the mouth.

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Now excuse me while I sleep…

Night, night everybody! ~ d-and-s86