Just Say When

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One year earlier

I opened my locker to dump my books and someone behind me shut it. I turned and demanded irritably "What is your problem?" only realizing it was Reed after I stopped talking.

He didn't look very happy at all, in fact, he looked angry.

"Why did you do that?" he demanded,

"Do what?" I asked with an innocent blink of my eyes.

He shook his head in disbelief, "Don't play dumb, I know it was you."

I smirked, "What are you going to do about it?"

"Why did you do it?" He asked again, completely ignoring my own questions.

I shrugged in response, taking a cigarette from where I knew he kept them in his pocket and put it in my mouth.

"Lighter." I said with my hand outstretched waiting, instead he pulled it from my mouth

"I'm not playing games with some kid." He snorted derisively.

I glared at him, "You better watch what you call me, I don't play games with anyone."

I hated how he thought of me as a kid. I was only a year younger than him.

"I'm not scared of you." he said leaning closer, the attraction burning up between us.

"You should be. I had to know, you wouldn't tell me."

I'd listened in on him with some guy and had seen him buying pot. I'd asked the guy for some after Reed was gone, to make sure it really was pot and he'd blew me off, telling me he'd tell Reed.

"I don't have to tell you anything. You better keep your mouth shut."

"Or what? You'll burn me with your roll up? I'd like to see you try."

"If I were you, I'd be careful who I make enemies with" Reed threatened.

I smiled at that.

"But you're not me are you? You could never look as hot as this." I drawled slowly, meaning me except the truth was that he was smoking. Everything about him was hot, even his long slender fingers.

I loved the whole emo thing he had going on too. I looked at his lip ring then up to his dark hair, some of it falling into his gorgeous green eyes.

He was wearing a skull and crossbones chain and I could see a few of the tattoos he had on his arm.

He laughed humourlessly, "Spoilt, self absorbed rich girl. What a surprise."

He was so close, if I put my hand in front of me it would come into contact with his lean chest.

"I'm not sure about the spoilt part but you got the rest down to a T."

He leaned even closer and spoke directly in my ear, "I've heard things about you."

I was aware of what people called me behind my back. Sure I was confident and vain and could sometimes be arrogant however; I wasn't half of what they called me. These names included 'slut'.

"You of all people should know not to believe everything you hear." I threw back, having known that he was trouble even before we'd ever spoken.

"This time I'm making an exception, you're exactly like I've heard which gives me all the more reason not to trust you."

His presence was affecting me more than I was comfortable with, I kept cool though.

"I want a cut, that's the price for me keeping this shut." I propositioned whilst pointing to my lips.

He glanced at them briefly then his green eyes met mine and narrowed, "You're playing a dangerous game here."

"Last chance, take it or leave it." I shrugged. I didn't really want the drugs but this was the only way I knew how to get his attention and for him to notice me.

He slammed the locker just beside my head and his arms tensed on either side of me on so his body was like a cage around my own.

He'd startled me although I hid it by the time he met my eyes again with a dangerous glint in his. I didn't know how long we just looked at each other until he made the first move and kissed me.

It was amazing, the lightness of his kiss gave me a thrill and his lip ring was cool on my mouth too.

It was all cut short when he moved back suddenly and walked away without another word.

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