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Hell, He Wrote

Chapter 4

"Revenge is a confession of pain"

~Latin Proverb~

**Tyson's POV**

I found that I couldn't pay any attention to the pep rally once she left. Noelle. She had told me her name, I realized with a start. I hadn't expected her to, yet she had. I wondered if she had a hidden agenda in mind, but I remained hopeful that it was genuine. She'd looked as surprised as I felt after she said it. Why was I making a big deal out of her name? She must tell people her name on a regular basis and think nothing of it. Yet it seemed strangely intimate-the idea that she trusted me with her name.

I was all hot and bothered after our short exchange. It was really more her fault then anything else. The girl's first words to me were the equivalent of "fuck me". The only thing that gave her away was the evil glint in her eyes. The cold stare that I couldn't ignore. Something else I couldn't quite name, just barely masked beneath the façade. What she hadn't counted on was my own bluntness.

It was more amusing then anything else. I knew that she already hated me, so I hadn't had anything to lose. It was an interesting predicament, to say the least. I'd come close to laughing a few times, but had managed to keep it in.

I was already planning what I'd say and do the next time I saw her when Chris plopped down next to me.

"She called" He mouthed as the crowd began shouting and cheering. I motioned for him to follow me and slowly snaked my way down the bleachers. We kept walking, even as we left the school property and began making our way down the empty street.

"What'd she say?" I finally asked when I was sure we were alone. I wasn't exactly sure why I was being so careful.

"What'd you do to her?" Chris asked in exasperation. My heart sank, but I couldn't pinpoint why.

"What'd she say?" I repeated loudly, giving him a look that told him I didn't want any of his usual shit.

"Erm, well she did talk about you a bit."

"AND-?" I wasn't sure why I was being so impatient with Chris. I could normally handle his games and evasiveness, but tonight it just irked me.

"And... she thought you were an ass and she's definitely not into you."

Oh, so that's why I felt so depressed all of a sudden. "She said that?"

"Well she didn't need to! Listen, I'm absolutely certain that there is no hope for you two. She's just not interested. Well, she's interested in getting pay back, but that's it. It would take a bloody miracle for her to even respect you."

A thought occurred to me, so I shrugged. "Well what do you expect? She wouldn't exactly call you up and tell you she wants to shag me. It's pretty clear that she's trying to cover up her feelings." I felt that confident too. I'd seen the way her eyes remained on my chest until I'd put my shirt back on. I'd also caught her licking her lips a few times, something that wouldn't have been so suspicious if she hadn't been staring at my own lips.

"I followed her when she left" Chris said, abruptly changing subjects.

I felt a surge of protective rage, but managed to calmly respond. "What did you find out?"

"She went to a party over at Jeff's house. I think she's still there."

"I guess I'm off to go crash a party" I said bleakly. I wasn't really in the mood to go partying, but it couldn't be too bad if Noelle was there.

Chris opened his mouth to protest, but changed his mind last minute. He stalked off into the woods, instead. I didn't notice his quick departure, though, because suddenly I couldn't think of anything but Noelle.

This was getting pathetic.

Half an hour later, I found myself walking up the front stairs of Jeff's house. I didn't know who "Jeff" was, so it had taken me a few phone calls to get his address. Chris hadn't answered his phone.

Strobe lights winked through the windows, giving the house a "club" atmosphere. The front door was completely missing, and people leisurely stood in the doorway with beer bottles in their hands. I was able to hear the music pounding inside with perfect clarity, and as I neared the door I saw hot, sweaty bodies grinding against each other. This was going to be interesting.

I scanned the room for Noelle, but found that I didn't recognize anyone. I wondered if anyone here even went to high school.

A tall, blonde sauntered over to me and grinned drunkenly. I ignored her hand as it crept up my chest and asked "Do you know anyone named Noelle?"

She didn't seem to hear me as she began swaying her head for no particular reason. Right then... this would take a while. I politely took her hand off me before moving into the next room.

I asked people if they'd seen Noelle, but no one had. Several people claimed to know her, but they were as drunk as the blonde had been-so I didn't take them very seriously. I had just given up when I saw her. My initial reaction was excitement. Everything about her excited me: her eyes, her lips, even her voice. It took me a moment to realize what she was sitting on, or rather WHO she was sitting on.

My vision filled with red as I watched her run her hands along the guy she was on top of. One hand mussed his hair while the other secured his face to hers. Their bodies intertwined to the point that it was impossible to distinguish what belonged to whom.

She ran her tongue along his cheek and murmured something that I couldn't hear from where I was standing. I growled as the guy smiled in response and began kissing down the length of her body. That did it for me. Moving faster then I'd ever think possible, I marched over to the couch they were sprawled on and socked the guy right on the eye. He howled in pain and immediately took his hands off Noelle.

I refused to make eye contact with Noelle, not wanting to see her reaction. Instead, I grabbed the guy and threw him to the ground. He swore loudly and began to blindly thrash around. His foot made contact with one of my legs, effectively bringing me to the ground. If only I were that lucky. As I began to fall, my head hit the side of the glass table and sliced into my forehead. I hissed in pain, but the adrenaline took over. I was going to murder this guy for touching her.

I almost didn't register the pale arms that gingerly pulled me up and away from the guy. It was the light scent of tangerine that grabbed my attention.

"Come with me. You're hurt." She murmured in my ear. My body grew hot as her breath tickled my ear. It was erotic.

I didn't fight against her as she led me up the stairs and into an almost-empty hallway with several doors. She guided me into one of the bedrooms and closed the door. I finally gave into my growing need to turn around and look at her. My heart skipped a beat.

Her hair was mussed and I longed to reach over and run my fingers through it. Her blue eyes seemed to glow as she stared curiously back. Her lips were slightly parted and her lipstick was noticeably uneven. I felt a flash of anger as I remembered how she'd come to look like that. I looked back at her eyes and realized that she was drunk.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly, as if speaking too loud would deepen my wounds. Her words slurred slightly, but they still pierced me like a sword.

I couldn't trust myself to speak, so I nodded stiffly. She gazed at me for another heartbeat before running into the bathroom. I took advantage of the moment I had to myself. I took my shirt and wiped my face, hoping to wipe off most of the blood. I didn't want her to see me like this. The truth began to sink in as I stared down at my bloody hands. What had I just done?

I didn't have time to ponder that question as Noelle came back out, this time armed with a hand towel. "Oh, you've gone and ruined your shirt." She glared down at the hand towel, as if it were the reason my shirt was so bloody.

"It's okay." My voice was husky, and I immediately regretted talking. Her eyes met mine, and neither of us dared to look away.

"You still have some dry blood on your face, let me wipe it off." Without taking her eyes from mine, she took a step forward. My heart beat faster with each step she took. I couldn't help the heavy pants I was making by the time she was close enough to touch me. Yet she didn't even make a move towards me. I used it as an excuse to reach out and take her hands. They were cold against mine, so dainty and fragile against my own calloused hands.

Her eyes were still on mine, filled with all sorts of questions. With exaggerated slowness, I guided her hands to my face until the hand towel was touching my left cheek. The one with the cut. The hand towel was cold, and I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through my body.

She began making small circles on my cheek, letting water run down my face. I began to feel impatient, and as though she'd read my mind the circles became faster, rougher. She sucked her bottom lips in concentration, and without thinking I leaned forward so I could suck her lips.

She gasped in response, her hands going limp against my face. I greedily took her head in my hands and began slowly sucking her lips. I alternated between her top and bottom lip, claiming each-as if to take it away from the guy she'd been kissing minutes ago. I was just about to push past her lips when the door banged open. She jumped away from me in surprise and looked as though she'd just woken up from a nightmare.

I felt my jaw tighten as she stared at me in disbelief. I heard giggling from the door and looked up in time to see a couple mutter their apologies before leaving to find an empty room. The door closed behind them and the room filled with heavy silence.

"I need to go" She said quickly and walked out of the room. I was in too much of a daze to go after her. I'd kissed her.

I sat down on the bed as the room started spinning. Had her kiss done this to me? I realized belatedly that she was still intoxicated and shouldn't be driving herself home. When I made it outside, I didn't see her anywhere. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. What the hell was I supposed to do now?

**Noelle's POV**

My mind was reeling after the exchange I'd had with Tyson. I knew that if I went home, I'd just lay on my bed unable to go to sleep. Even worse, I'd lay there thinking of Tyson.

I needed a distraction, and instantly came up with the perfect one. I'd heard about a party that was going to be thrown by the college students. I needed to go out and have fun for a change. I turned my car around and headed in the opposite direction. It was chaos when I got there. People were hanging out the windows and making out on the grass. This would work just fine.

I hadn't sat down for more then a minute when a cute guy walked over to me and handed me a drink. I didn't know what it was, but accepted it gladly.

"You look lonely" He said lazily. I took a sip of the drink and nearly choked. It tasted like pure alcohol.

"I am lonely" I admitted, realizing that I needed a good make-out session. This guy seemed more then happy to oblige.

"I can fix that" He said smoothly like he said it every night. He probably did. How cheesy.

I grinned and took another sip of the drink. I peered down and realized it was green. How odd.

"What is this stuff?" I asked before taking another sip. And another.

"I don't know" He said with a small smile.

When I finished that drink, he handed me another. This one was blue.

"You're really beautiful" He said as he ran his hands across my bare legs.

"Kiss me" I said, not giving a care in the world that I'd regret this later. I didn't care that there were a million reasons why I should've pulled away then.

His lips crashed down on mine and I let out a little sigh. It'd been so long-SO LONG-since I'd let myself enjoy a kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips and eagerly pressed down my throat.

"The couch" I said against his lips, and he seemed to understand. With very little effort, he lifted me and threw me down on the nearest couch. He was on top of me again in a matter of seconds.

The kissing was fine, but a part of my brain just wasn't into it. I mused over what would make it feel better when a face popped into my head. I groaned, only this time it wasn't a sound of pleasure. Tyson. Just his name made me hot.

As if sensing my sudden arousal, the guy-whose name I hadn't even asked for-began eagerly touching my body. If I just closed my eyes and imagined Tyson...

"I'm so damn horny" I muttered against his ear. I opened my eyes and felt disappointment as I saw it was just a meaningless guy grinning back down at me. It didn't feel nearly as good as it had when I'd imagined Tyson.

The guy's kisses moved lower down my body. Then, as if summoned by the devil himself, Tyson strutted over and punched the guy-just nearly missing me. The guy yelled in pain and took his hands off of me so that he could tend to his eye.

I looked up at Tyson-and could only stare. Fury seemed to seethe off of him, and it was so intense it was almost tangible. His jaw was taut, and he looked truly breath-taking in that moment. He attacked the guy again, who proceeded to fall to the floor. I could only watch.

Then, as if sensing the danger he was in, the guy kicked aimlessly at Tyson. I held my breath when he managed to kick Tyson. He fell into the glass table and then to the floor. My eyes teared up when I saw blood run down his face. He managed to sit up and I knew from the look on his face that I needed to intervene.

In that moment I learned several things. One was that Tyson was willing to fight for me, not even caring when he got hurt. Another was that I couldn't stand to see him hurt, especially for me. The last, and most pressing for the time being, was that he was going to attack the guy until one or both of them were dead.

I reached over and took him in my arms. His skin was so warm, reminding me of a heat lamp. I tried not to lose myself in the sensation of his skin. I helped him up and braced myself when I saw him tense-ready to pull away from me. There was no way I'd be able to pull him away against his will. He was just too strong.

"Come with me. You're hurt." I said, encouraging him to come with me. To my relief, he complied and allowed himself to be pulled away. I helped him up the stairs and into the first room I saw.

He turned around and looked at me for the first time. I was spellbound as I stared back. His eyes raked down my body, taking me in as though he'd never seen me clearly before. His eyes worked their way back up and narrowed when they made it to my lips.

"Are you okay?" I asked, wanting to end the silence.

He nodded slowly, drinking me in as he did so. A car passed by the house, filling the room with light for a second. His face was still bleeding. I ran into the bathroom and began searching for anything I could use to soak up the blood. After much searching, I managed to find a semi-clean hand towel. I hastily rinsed it with water and ran back out of the bathroom.

His face was less bloody, but his shirt was more so. I scowled down at the towel. If only I had found it faster... "Oh, you've gone and ruined your shirt."

"It's okay" His voice was deep and rough with emotion. I suddenly recognized the desire in his eyes. Oh. Suddenly my body exploded in warmth.

"You still have some dry blood on your face, let me wipe it off." I said without thinking. I wasn't capable of thinking. I slowly moved towards him, but when I finally made it to him I could only stand there. He was so handsome in the muted light, and I felt an urge to tousle his hair like I'd imagined doing too many times.

To my surprise, and deep pleasure, he took my hand and caressed it-gingerly bringing it to his face. I began rubbing his face, stroking it, until all the blood was off. Even then, I continued. I mindlessly bit on my lip, not realizing until it was too late what that innocent movement did to him.

Then he kissed me. It happened so suddenly I let out a tiny breath. His tongue slid against my lips before sucking them so hard that they began to throb. I wanted him to suck harder. I hesitated a moment before moving my lips in sync. And then it was over. I jumped away in surprise when I heard a loud bang. What the hell was I doing?

It had to be the alcohol impairing my judgment. There was no way in hell that I was really standing here making kissy faces with Tyson. I was truly an idiot.

I had to get away. This was only the second time I'd met him, and already I'd given into my urges. More then anything, I was disappointed in myself. As if he could see the internal struggle going on, Tyson suddenly looked helpless. He looked, scared?

There was another bang and then the room grew awkwardly quiet. Tyson didn't dare move towards me, and shame filled my entire being. I needed to leave-now. I mumbled a good-bye and flew out the door. I didn't stop until I was safely inside my car. Only then did I allow myself to release the tears that'd blurred my vision.

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