I was standing in front of my locker putting away all the books that I won't need for the weekend. Last period has gone by quickly. The bell rang a few minutes ago and almost everyone had already left. I closed the locker door.

My scream echoed through the halls. A tall figure was revealed after I closed the door. "You scare the hell out of me!" Second time my voice resonated through the halls.

"Let's get this over with." I didn't know why Drake's response made me mad, but it did big time.

"You want me to tutor you today? It's Friday; don't you have some sort of banging to catch up with?" I must be feeling brave or incredibly stupid for having the confidence to talk to him like this. But I swear it's almost inevitable. I began to walk towards the exit hugging the book that I took from the library.

"Stating the obvious."

Ugh, pig.

"Which is none of your business. The teacher gave me three sheets with ten required signatures in each. So the sooner we begin this tutoring, the better." By now, we were both walking side by side outside the school.

Suddenly, I realized I was walking by myself. I turned around to see where Drake has gone to. He was standing next to a black Honda that looked fairly new with tinted windows.

"Get in," he ordered without looking at me and getting in the car. I walked quickly and stood by the passenger door, I bent down looking at him sternly.

"I prefer to walk, thank you. Besides, my house is not that far."

"I won't leave my car here just because you want to 'walk'."

"I won't get in." I crossed my arms for effect. I felt childish, I know it is, but I don't know what else to do to avoid getting in his car. I don't even know him that well and the little bit I know about him gives me the impression that he wants me dead, so no, I don't want to get in his car.

He took a long breath. It was clear that I was striking a nerve. Oh, the joys of being a pain in the ass. Comes with the package.

"Either you get in or I'll follow you all the way with every person shouting at the both of us for slowing down the traffic." He had a smug smile that I so wanted to wipe away with my fist. He knows he won.

"Fine!" I slammed the door after getting in. He shot me a murderous look. I rolled my eyes and turn to look outside my window. Boys and their cars.

I only spoke to him to give him the directions to my house. He only grunted in response, like it was obvious that I would live there. I don't know what his problem is. Sure, the neighborhood I live in was pretty decent and my house was what you can call big, but I never saw it like a big thing. By the time I got out of the car I was holding my patience by a tread. He has the nerve to judge me. Material things don't define who you are.

I was looking for my keys in my bag, when I got them out they slipped from my hands. When I grabbed them and stood up, I felt Drake so close behind me that I could feel the heat emanating from his body. His mouth came near my ear and I could only hear his steady breath. A miracle, because by now, I was hyperventilating so loud that I felt like my next door neighbors could hear me.

"A little nervous, aren't we?" His voice was so husky that I felt a little weak at the knees. Treacherous knees.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and prayed that my hands didn't betray me. I quickly opened the door and let him in. He looked around taking everything in. He had a curious expression. I closed the door and led him to the kitchen. He kept looking around with the same expression. I went to the fridge and offered him a drink. Just because he's an ass doesn't mean I am too. He settled for the water. I gave him the glass, and he sat on one of the stools.

"Why does this house look more like a bachelor pad?" I know the question was going to come up sooner or later. My house was everything except ordinary on the inside. The living room was pretty much organized. Every couch was black. There was a big screen TV on the wall with a book shelf on the wall next to both sides of it that had every game console you could think of since Atari came out. Below it there was a big rectangular shelf with two rows, one for video games and the second one for DVD's. There were some modern decorative figures around the room. Also, a few paintings around the white walls. Only a few family pictures were displayed on the coffee table in the middle of the room. He must also have noticed the pool table that replaced the dining table at the dining room. The kitchen was a complete mess, clearly from this morning. I looked at the chores sheet at the fridge. Thank God it wasn't my turn to clean up today. It would take me a long time.

"Oh, that's the art work of my brothers."

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking around the kitchen. "Seems like ten people raided this place."

"More like four."

He choked with his water. Let me tell you, it was a pleasant sight. I took my bag and began taking the book and materials we will need, while he kept recovering from his coughing fit. I was used by these reactions; especially from boys.

"Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. Meanwhile, he finished his water, stood up and placed the glass on the sink. A simple action but it kind of stunned me. None of my brothers, as you could see, do that. They just leave everything out of it's place. In fact, the whole interaction with Drake was shocking, since we were actually talking and not biting our heads off. I think that's a record. "So, I take it they are older?"

"Uh-huh. Brody is nineteen and works at the supermarket downtown. Matty is twenty-one and works at a bar near it. Jake is twenty-three and is a firefighter, and Nate, who is my legal guardian, is twenty-five, and a cop." Drake visibly changed his posture to a stiff one when I mentioned Nate's job.

"So, I'm at a cop's house?"

"Uh, yeah? What's the problem?"

"Nothing, " he replied quickly without any emotion. Well, so much for change, just like that he went back to being rude-obnoxious-full-of-himself Drake.

"Okay..." I replied slowly. "The teacher assigned us an essay for next week based on our impression of the readi -Drake focus." And that's how must of the tutoring section went, me talking and Drake spacing out, but in between Drake kept giving me a few stares. Wonder why he is always acting so moody.

"Any doubts?" I asked while looking at the time anxiously. It was almost time for Brody to arrive.

"No, here." He gave me one of the sheets for me to sign. I quickly wrote my name, the date, and signed.

"Okay then, I'll see you on Monday I guess."

"Why the rush?" he asked kind of amused that he knew he was going to have fun with my anxiousness. He crossed his arms and rested them on the kitchen island.

"Why are you so annoying?" I bit back.

"And here she is. I was really worried, wondering when that pretty side of yours would show up." He raised an eyebrow while giving me that damn smirk.

"Is this some sort of a turn on for you to piss me off?" He narrowed his eyes at me with that smirk on.

"I won't lie to you. It's kind of alluring." By now he was approaching me like an animal after it's pray.

"D-Drake, w-what are you doing?"

"Maybe I want to finish where we left of in that classroom." My heart rate spiked by his words, but I bit my tongue as hard as I could to prevent any slip-offs.

"You know, I don't understand you. First. you treat me like I don't exist. Then, you act like you want me, but, now comes my favorite of them all, you treat me like crap, threaten me, and annoy the hell out of me. I would never be friends with someone who is ashamed to be seen with me in public."

"Who said I was ashamed to be with you in public?" he asked with a mix of confused and annoyed expression.

"Uh, you did! When we established the rules of our agreement, remember?" Is he serious?

"I did say that we could not be seen together, but is not because I'm ashamed of you."

"Then why is it?" I demanded now since curiosity sparked in me.

"I have my reasons." With that, his cold stone mask was on. He began to walk to the door. I walked him out.

I was mad at him, but I remember that maybe he really has his reasons for not being friends with me or at least be acquaintances. Ugh, why am I a good person?

"Hey, I'm sorry for how I acted. I was out of place to question you, since you haven't even questioned me." I was holding the door. I couldn't look him in the eyes and I bit my lip trying to hide the fact that I was freaking nervous.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Don't be. I guess we started with the wrong foot."

"Yeah, I guess we did."

Out of nowhere he raised his hand and placed it under my chin. He lifted it so I was now looking at him in the eyes. His eyes were clouded and dark at the same time. His thumb began to caress my bottom lip slightly. I stood there shocked. What is he doing? Is he going to kiss me? But I still don't get him, why is he from one minute fighting with me like a sworn enemy to a nice guy the next? I wonder what's g-

"What the hell's this?"

Oh shit.

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