"So, tell me about yourself." We had met so many times and I hadn't even asked him of his name, yet I hopped into his car allowing him to take me to his 'house'.

"Well," He stiffened, speeding up on the road. "My name is Tedros." He stared at me for a while before continuing. "I'm nineteen now. Things haven't been the best for me these couple of years... I returned home with nobody. No parents, not even the girl I longed to take with me."

My cheeks turned crimson as they began to burn. "She ran of with this other girl, leaving me as a laughing stock. I waited for her, I tricked myself into believing she'd come back...but she never did."

I stared at him, watching a small grin curl up on his face. "Four years, four damn years and she didn't even send a letter-"

I cut him off with a sigh. "Will you stop it!" I yelled, slamming my hands on my lap. He turned to me, his grin disappearing. "What's the matter?" He asked.

"I know what you're doing, Tedros." I folded my arms, watching his grin reappear. "Agatha, why so upset?"

"I don't regret leaving your sorry ass for Sophie, anyway." I looked out of the window, listening to his fingernails tap on the wheel.

He removed his sunglasses. "But for what reason? What did I do to you to make you leave me?" He asked, speeding up.

I held onto my seat, my hair flying back. "Do you mind if I scroll up the window?" I asked, shivering. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Stop avoiding the question, Agatha." He hit a button, causing the windows to go back up.

He had a point. As happy as I was with Sophie, I couldn't help but think about him every now and then. I lunged for the door handle. "I'm leaving."

I growled, trying to open the door over and over again. "Unlock the car, Tedros." He ignored me, bobbing his head to the music in his ears.

"Stop being a phyco and open the damn door!" I yelled, pulling out an earplugs from his ear. He looked at me, quite annoyed.

"Open the door or I'm calling the police." I threatened, my eyes darkening and my stare hardening. He scoffed. "I'd like to see you try."

I sighed, sitting back on the chair. I faced the other way, unable to stare at him in the face. He put his earplugs back, in listening to his music.

"And you'll never be whole, yeah you'll never be whole, until you lose control..." He sang along to Foster The People, forgetting the past five minutes.

The music became louder as he removed his earphones. He continued singing along, dancing along.

I giggled, catching him off guard. "What?" He spat, turning red. "No, nothing. Continue dancing, I like your groove." I giggled again, causing him to smile.

"You know Foster The People?" He asked. "One of my favourite bands!" I danced along to the music. He chuckled. "Your dance moves suck."

"And yours is better?" I joked, continuing. "Stop your self important and lift the weight of somebody else!" He sang as I harmonized.

"I like your voice." Tedros said, speeding up once again. I smiled smugly, causing him to gape. "I meant your singing voice. It's beautiful..."

"I know it is." I giggled, grabbing his shades and wearing them. He pulled it off, pushing it to his eyes. "This is the part when you tell me that I have a great voice too."

I put my finger to my lips, sighing. "That doesn't sound fun at all." He rolled his eyes, stopping his car in front of a black and white mansion.

"We're here." He sighed, smiling at my starstruck face. "You live...here?" I took my seatbelt off, trying to find a better spot to view from.

"Yeah. I live here with Oliver...you remember him, right? You might not though, since you've been gone so long." I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Enough with the burns, okay."

"Can you at least answer my question? I need to know..." He stared at me, his glasses still on. "Uh, let's get inside."

I lunged for the door, but it was still locked. "Why don't you unlock the door and we can talk about this later."

"Agatha, I can't do that until you tell me what I want to hear." I looked at him, smiling weakly. "But what if I tell you something you don't want to hear."

"Then I'll deal with it. Agatha how am I supposed to trust you if you won't tell me the answers to questions I want to know? For all I know you could just be trying to take all my money. " He growled, resting his head near the window. "I don't feel comfortable with this, Tedros. Please stop."

"You're not comfortable to speak to me, but your comfortable enough to sleep in my house?" I bit my lip. "First off, I'm not a golddigger! How dare you. It's not like I have anywhere to go. At the moment, I don't even have a house and right now, your the only one I've got."

He sighed, his eyes softening. He took off his glasses, unlocking the door. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, walking out.

I turned over to open the door, but he opened it for me. I smiled weakly, quite uncomfortable. "Tedros," He looked at me, staring into my eyes. "I'm not here to rekindle what we had. I'm here to make a living."

"Alright, I didn't say anything." He shut the door behind me, passing a black and white water fountain.

I followed him into the house, not touching anything. "We have a guest room...you can stay." I nodded, hoping not to break anything.

"You can stay here for...for as long as you want." He sighed before heading for the door. "Where are you going?"

"I've got some business to get too." He mumbled before walking off. I sighed not knowing what to do with myself.

"Bruh, we're in some serious sh- oh, lady friend." Oliver walked into the living room, wearing a leather jacket which was brown. Tedros's was black. He also wore a black t-shirt whilst Tedros wore a white one and they both wore black jeans.

"Hi." I held out my hand. "Tedros doesn't really bring home girls. You guys know each other?" He asked.

"My name is Agatha. Don't you remember me from-" He cut me off with a face palm on the face. "You look so different. Puberty was a miracle worker for you."

I cleared my throat. Was I really that ugly? "Oh, sorry. I just meant before you looked cute...now your sexy."

I blushed. "Um, what were you talking about before?" I asked, recalling his words before he saw me.

"Oh, nothing just- I've got to go." He grabbed keys from the counter, running to the door. "I'm coming. Tell me."

He sighed, opening the door for me. I walked out, gesturing him to tell me what was going on.

"Well, since Tedros and I live by ourselves now... We do things that we wouldn't have done as kids-" I cut him off. "You don't kill or steal, right."

"Kill? Not yet, but no promises. Steal? I'm not sure if gambling is practically stealing..." He rubbed his neck, getting into his jeep.

I followed, climbing inside. "Need help, little lady?" He chuckled. "My name is Agatha, not little lady."

He nodded. "Alright, boss." He started the car off. I rolled my eyes. "Continue..." He jumped. "Oh, right. Well we do many types of gambling. Casino, sports, fighting-" I cut him off again.

"Fighting? That's crazy." I cried, shaking my head. "That's right," He sped up. "But how are we going to make a living?" He asked.

"Now Tedros is going to get his ass kicked by this man we tricked about a month ago and if he doesn't beat him, he could get both of us in jail or killed."

How did you like that? This took me forever to write because I had to make sure this was going in the same direction as my plot.

If your new, why font you check out SGE story 'Ultraviolence' that I made. It is completed and is in the process of deleted scenes which is fun, so I'm writing this and uploading deleted scenes every day.

I am an everyday worker because this keeps me alive as I wait for the third book lol. So after the book is out and I announce that I get it, you might not be seeing as much as me as you want lol jk jk.