The drive home gave me a lot of time to think about what I was planning for Puck. I know that what I have in mind is the ultimate in cruelty but it is fitting for his crime.

My phone alerts me to another text message.

What if I pick you up around 8?

Puckasourus

K. 2154 Oak Street. Look for my car.

:D 3 Callie

K. C U soon

Puckasourus

It's six o'clock now so I text Mickie to come over and help me to get ready. She will be here in a few minutes is her reply.

I look at the bags with the new clothes I just bought. Light blue skinny jeans and a sage green v neck top, black lacy thong and a cute pair of loafers.

I hear the doorbell and know that it is Mickie. I text her it is open and to come up to my bedroom.

I hear her climbing the stairs. I turn around when I hear her footsteps stop.

My best friend is standing in my doorway with her hand on her hip.

"I cant believe that you are actually doing this. What if something goes wrong?"

She is staring at me with a have you lost your mind look.

"Well I am, so help me get ready for the party. I want to be the only thing he sees tonight." I hold up the lacy thong and smile.

"This isn't going to end well for either of you. I know what he did to you. I was the one that picked up the pieces remember? But I am not going to pick up the pieces when this blows up in your face." She gives me her best so there face.

"I don't think anything could hurt any worse than what he did to me a year ago." I grab my curling iron and start curling my hair.

"You are wrong Calinda, so very wrong."

She takes the curling iron from me and starts working the back of my hair.

I start working on my make up, we stop talking for a while. She turns on my stereo and the sounds of smooth jazz fills the room.

It takes us until 7:15 to finish getting me ready for my date.

"You look like one of those girls from the magazines. I had no idea you could look like this." Mickie says in a soft voice. She is staring at me like she has never seen me before.

I look at myself in the mirror and see a beautiful creature staring back. The jeans hug my hips and the sage green top hugs my curvy chest. My make up is simple but my eyes, they pop out at you. They look almost like cat eyes.

I look at Mickie and hug her.

"I know you think what I am doing is wrong and fucked up, but this is something I have to do." I pull back and smile at her.

"Well I better go so he doesn't see me here with you. You don't want him to get suspicious." She walks to the door. "Call me when this debacle is over tonight."

I promise to call her with the gory details.

With that she walks down the stairs and a couple of minutes later I hear her car leaving the driveway.

I know that she thinks I will get hurt in this mess and I just might but it is worth the risk.

My phone bring me out of those thoughts with another text from Puck.

What are you wearing?

Puckasourus

Y

:D 3 Callie

Cause I want to

Puckasourus

Shit sorry. Just tell me k?

Puckasourus

A friend said I look like one of those girls from the fashion magazines.

:D 3 Callie

k. be there soon

Puckasourus

He is worried about what to wear. I cant help but love this, I am actually getting to him.

Puck's POV

(Standing in front of his closet, he is holding his phone.)

What the hell is wrong with me? I am Puck for fuck's sake, I don't care about how I dress.

Who am I kidding?

Ever since she stepped out of that badass car I wanted to impress her.

The way her legs seemed to go on forever. The bottom of her dress brushing her thighs as she walked towards the counter. Her breasts were just the right size to fit in my hands.

The way her hips swayed as she walked away from the counter. Shit it made me hard to just watch her.

The other jocks noticed her too, I could hear some of the things the guys were saying.

I bet that is a tight piece. I wonder who the hell she is? I always heard red heads were hot in bed.

I told the guys to back off, that I wanted that fine ass for myself. They laughed at me and told me she was out of my league. I told them to fuck off and walked out to meet her.

I had no idea she had her IPOD on and that she couldn't hear me until it was too late.

I touched her shoulder to get her attention and Puckzilla got hammered by an elbow.

Damn, I thought she killed him. She manage to catch both my dick and my balls at the same time.

It was embarrassing to fall to my knees in pain. I thought way to go dude, now she thinks you are an idiot.

She was cool about the whole thing though, she even apologized to me.

I really looked at her face for the first time when she helped me into the chair.

Her skin looked like Hummel's. What did Sue call him, Porcelain. It was smooth and pale, but she had a sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks.

Her eyes were huge and a beautiful dark green.

Her lips were full but not fat and she didn't have that sticky lip gloss on either. They didn't shine like most girls who wear that sticky crap.

You know, why do girls wear that crap anyway? It does not taste that good and it makes them look cheap.

Wonderful, now I am having a conversation with myself about lip gloss.

Fuck Puckerman, get your shit together.

I hear my little sister giggling behind me.

"What do you want little creep?"

"Do you know that you are talking to yourself about lip gloss?" she replies with sarcasm.

"I was not talking to myself", shit I am so busted by her.

"Yes you were. What's wrong Noah?" she walks over to his closet.

"Nothing I was just picking out something to wear tonight for a party."

She looks through my closet and picks out a crème colored short sleeve cotton button up shirt.

"My friends think you look hot in this one", she smiles evilly at me.

"Thanks little creep."

Sometimes its nice to have a little sister.

"You owe me one Noah", she walks back out of my room.

Sometimes it isn't.

I finish dressing and check my look one last time, check my guns. I am one sexy looking badass.

I grab my keys and head out to my truck.