Let me take you back a few years so you can understand Pierce and me a little better…

I woke up late again. I groaned. I threw on a red shirt that was low cut but not low enough to give a show. I wore it over my leotard so it made them look like leggings.

I wore some high top shoes, and finally tossed on a black jean jacket.

I didn’t care to do my hair. I just grabbed my book bag that had a little guy saying, “I can’t live without you,” Then the girl said, “Then why aren’t you dead yet?” I always found it pretty funny.

I ran downstairs grabbed a two donuts and my keys. Hated this mansion.

I live in the upper class region of California San Diego.

Anyway I was driving down the street when this guy just stopped out of nowhere in front of me.

I nearly totaled my Dark blue Mercedes. I honked my horn. He turned around, then faced the girl on the side and flipped me off. I returned it. “MOVE!” I shouted he didn’t. I got out my car.

I pulled out a pin in my hair that I had in since last night to push the bangs out of my eyes.  It was sharp and I stabbed two of his back tires. He was so busy talking to the girl he didn’t notice me.

I got over a lane. I gave him a small smile before I drove off. I didn’t get far before I heard him yell. “That crazy b1tch!”

First period was practically over so I decided to save myself the detention slip and skip it.

That’s when I noticed this other guy slugging threw the hallways. He looked pissed he kept kicking random lockers mumbling something. His face was toward the ground but that hair looked so familiar.

That’s when his head shot up and immediately met my eyes. I just looked at his green eyes-so pale. The tattoo that ran down his arm wasn’t to bad either.

“You!” He shouted, “You’re the chick who popped my tires!” He snapped. I just grinned. “I told you to move. Since you didn’t want to move I decided I should do you a favor and keep you there permanently.” I replied,

“I had to get my car towed! I’m already late for my class!” He was so angry that I couldn’t help but laugh. “Its okay I don’t remind returning the favor.” He replied.

“You touch my Mercedes and I’m going to make your nose flat.”

“Aren’t we a tough chick?” He teased by this point we were both in eachother’s faces.

My eyes couldn’t help but stare into those pale green ones. “Hey look it’s the new kid. What in the world?” Mickey walked over. Michelle was a cheerleader just like I was because she dragged me into it. We were best friends and she dragged me into a lot of things.

“Well this is a surprise I thought no guy here was good enough for little miss perfect.” Mickey said crossing her arms. “Their not, and neither is he. I’ll leave you two to your flirting.” I said just as the bell rang. I walked off to 2^nd period with a song in my head.

I loved country music and pop, I don’t know why but I did. The notes in the songs always seemed to have more emotion and meaning. I was eager to get to art class because after meeting that new kid I was pretty tensed up.

I walked in playing air guitar. I stopped in my tracks when I seen him in my class. Art class and Guitar was getting overrun by the manwhores of our school. The last thing I wanted was to deal with them and this new ****.

“Hey darling. Look whose stalking me.” He smiled, “Shut up and get out my seat.” I stated. He looked around, “I don’t see your name on it.”

“Shut up and get out of it!” I snapped. He smiled at me. I hated how in the back of my mind I can hear myself screaming how sexy it was. I pushed him but he just absorbed the force and brought me to his chest.

“Why must you be so violent women? Why can’t you be more like your friend Michelle? She made me feel very welcome, you should try to do the same.” He smirked,

“Your right. Where are my manners?” I smirked. I ran my fingers on his lips. I grabbed his head and brought it near my lips. Our breaths were brushing against one another. I leaned in almost making our lips touch then I pushed him down and out of my chair.

“What the hell?” He shouted, “Thanks for giving my seat sweetheart.” I smiled.

My heart was racing; like crazy I had to hold my breath to slow it down. I hated how bad I wanted to just close up those few inches between us. Despite his rugged look his lips were amazingly soft.

He glared at me with those eyes. He had eyes of a predator, eyes that seemed to trap me into them.