Christian's POV

I watched her walk away from the kitchen as I always do since I can't stop her admiring her long toned legs. If only she knew how beautiful she looked even without trying. I felt like hitting myself over and over again for ruining the one chance I had to at least be close to her. Why did I have to startle her. But as soon as her dad had told me she was in the kitchen I had to go see her.

She looked so pretty humming, her hair all messy legs going on for miles. I just had to call her. Well that single beautiful name for the beautiful owner ruined everything. Why couldn't I have waited for her dad to call her? She looked angry to seeing me there but I couldn't blame her. I now felt like i was invading her privacy considering she didn't even want to see my face at school. I don't know what I ever did to her.

When we were kids we were so close. It was just the four of us but after our first middle school dance everything changed. It became Trace and Scola vs Me and Jesse. I just wish I knew what I did so I could fix it. But after that dance they both completely shut us out with no explanation. This is the first time I've entered their house in ten years. I'll just take this as a good sign that things are starting to look up. Anyway whatever happens, I will have Trace even if its the last thing I do.

Taking my chances I follow her echoing footsteps to whatever part of the house she is going to. Its been so long since I was here and I can't help but admire the house as i go. The design isn't that different from ours but at least our house has a more homey feeling courtesy of my mom. Tracy's house feels just like that, a house. I heard a door open but did not hear it close at the far end of the house and walked towards there.

The slightly open door revealed a very modern garage with about a six car space. It was neat like everything else in the house. There were three cars and two motorcycles. One motorcycle was covered in a white dust cover but he made it out from the shape. The other was the one Trace was riding as of now. The three cars were really something. Two of them were trucks, no let me rephrase that, beastly trucks and one was a beautiful black BMW.

Trace was never someone to flaunt their wealth. Her dad was almost just as rich as my and according to mom,Tracy's mom wasn't going so bad either. Their wealth was evident in the type of cars they drove, i just wondered why she never rode any of these car to school. I would be absolutely flattered to drive one of those trucks. They were awesome compared to my hummer which i rarely drove. Trace had changed me somehow even without trying. She owned my body, heart, spirit and mind and she didn't even know it. I had to have her.

Looking for Trace i could not spot her. I decided to go in and see her but i would knock so as not to startle her. I didn't get the chance since the door swung open revealing a fuming Trace.

I stupidly gave her a small wave and immediately felt like face palming himself. Who waves like that?

Trace walked away from me without question or giving me time to find an excuse. I had to talk to her but what about, not surprising she beat me to it..

"If your to apologise then I don't want to hear it." Her back was to me as she rummaged through a toolbox. I wanted to offer my help but i bit my tongue knowing she'd just flick me off. Why was it so hard to talk to her? If it had been any other girl i wouldn't be so tongue tied. Yet here i was in front of the only girl that my who.le being yearned for and i couldn't say even a single word. I at least had to say something that was not stupid, the issue was what to say.

"So which of these cars is yours?" I finally asked after a ten minute silence.

Trace momentarily stopped what she was doing before continuing. I thought maybe she hadn't heard me when she didn't reply. I was about to ask her again when she beat me to it.

"I guess you'll just have to wait find out don't you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked wanting to hear more of her velvety voice.

"Since a certain idiot somewhere made me burn my wrist, I can't ride, well I can but knowing my dad he wouldn't allow it. So I have to drive to school tomorrow until am healed." The last part she said through gritted teeth slamming the tools she was holding back in the box causing them to rattle and him to jump back a little.

It looked as if everything i did messed up some more instead of helping my case. This girl really loved riding, it was a part of her and i had messed up that for her, at least for the next few days. The guilt would surely eat me alive.

"Would it be any help if I offered to drive you tomorrow?" I asked hopefully but he already knew the answer.

What i did not expect is for her to burst out laughing? Her laughter would have seemed beautiful had it not been sarcastic be directed towards me.

She was bent over, body shaking and a finger pointed towards me.

"You...... want.....to...drive me to......school?" She asked between gasps of laughter.

I nodded wondering what was so funny.

She finally managed to compose herself before she straightened up and wiped off a few tears from her face.

"Thanks for the offer Sloane but I'll pass. I don't want to curse myself into spending more time with you than necessary. And besides who would want to spend time with you on your orgasmic infested motorcycle and car." She asked looking pained as she said the last part.

I was by no means a man whore though everyone deemed me as one. What hurt me more than anything was that Trace saw me as one. The only person i allowed close to even touching me was Flarrie and that's only to keep the rest of the bitches away. What did i have to do to prove myself to her?

Just as i was about to explain myself i heard footsteps before the door opened revealing Carrick, Tracy's dad.

"Come on kids. Christian its time to go, Trace come say goodbye." He beckoned them.

Trace was out of there in a flash as if my mere presence disturbed her. Carrick sent me an apologetic look but did not say anything. No matter how much she tried to push me away, i wouldn't relent till i broke her hard exterior into the soft tender soul that i knew was buried deep within.

All i needed was a master plan and i was gonna get it. Today hadn't turned out as well as we'll has i had expected but i wasn't about to give up. In all my seventeen years i had never given up on anything and i wasn't about to start now. That's just how i rolled with it.

I found my dad hugging Trace and wished it was me instead of my dad. She wouldn't even shake my hand let alone let me hug her.
Very soon Trace you won't be able to resist me. I silently swore to myself.

"Thank you for dinner Mr.Steele."i said giving him a handshake.

" No problem son. You're welcome back anytime." That sure earned me a glare from Trace.

She looked as if she was about to burst but he only smiled. Who was i to refuse such a generous offer?

"I'll be sure to take you on on that offer soon."

That seemed to be the last draw for Trace. She stomped her foot before turning sharply and running up the stairs. She was sure fast. I had a door slam and i guessed she'd locked herself in her room.

"Don't worry son, she'll come around." Carrick consoled me.

I just nodded my head and headed for the car leaving both dads to say their goodbyes. My dad joined me in the car five minutes later.

"You really have it bad for that girl."his dad joked on the drive home.

I grunted in response"I wish it was a mutual feeling."

"You're either blind or extremely stupid." Matthew said chuckling.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out."

Tomorrow was gonna be along day, i sighed relaxing back in the seat a plan already forming in my mind. A tiny smile formed at the corner of my lips and I just hope is worked. It just had to.

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"Will you please care to explain why we are in school thirty minutes earlier than usual?" Jessie asked angrily through gritted t.eeth.

I just smirked at him and turned my attention towards the parking lot. I had decided to take my car today. It was a yellow Hummer with the wheels raised higher than normal. I loved this beast. It had been a birthday present from my parents when i turned sixteen.

I picked Jesse up from their home. It was so hard to wake him up,but a cup of cold water and a quick hot shower later,here he was. I wanted to be here when Trace arrived and i know that today she arrived quite early, she always does anyway. My plan is in motion and no one can stop me now. I guess i spoke too soon. My phone pinged with a text and even though i wanted to ignore it,it may be important. Lets just say i regretted thinking that as soon as i saw the text.

Flarrie
Baby boo you in school,i wanna make out with you in the janitors closet before class.

I almost gagged at that image. This girl tried too hard. The only time i ever touched her was if i was out in public. I only made out with her once and it was due to a guilty conscience. Let me explain before you start judging. It was almost two years ago during our sophomore year, Flarrie had been bugging me for almost a whole month about her birthday. When it came along i hadn't bought her any present. I asked her what i could do to make it up to her since she wouldn't quit whining and the girl picked a make out session. I thought she would have picked a date or a shopping trip buy she chose thirty minutes in the janitors closet. Let me tell you that even though we barely did more than kiss those were the most torturous thirty minutes of my life. I hated every second. It was so bad i had to ditch the remainder of my lessons to go shower.
I felt as if i had betrayed Trace that day yet she barely noticed me. Only my mom knows about that incident because she calmed me down. Even Jesse did not know.

Me
Kinda busy right now.

And with that i switched off my phone.

"I wonder why she still chases you yet she knows that you are not interested in her." Jesse asks leaning back on the car. Seems like we are gonna be here a long time so he better get comfortable.

I just shrugs and tugs on my jacket. Might as well just get comfy myself. My thoughts drifted of to images of Trace. Those long legs couldn't give him rest last night as he imagined them wrapped around my waist urging me closer. Men just that thought was giving me a hard on.

My train of thought was interrupted by Jesse whistling as he nudged me. My eyes shot open as I mirrored the same look as Jesse. Admiration. Awe.

Trace and Scola excited from the shiny black GMC truck I had seen in their garage last night. I felt as if I was watching a movie in slow motion. Scola was the one to alight first. She was wearing a short floral dress and a black leather jacket. She completed the look with a pair of black heeled ankle boots and a black leather shoulder bag.. Her make up was simple but to perfection. I vaguely heard Jesse mutter about people going easy on his hard on. I feel you bro, I feel you. Trace followed coming out of the drivers side, backpack slung over one shoulder.

My angel was wearing a pair of black as hugging jeans, a collared checked shirt with all buttons done, on top of that she had a black long sleeved sweater. The look was completed by a black blazer with white old school basket ball shoes. You could see the tips of her shirt peeking underneath the sweater. As always she had no make up on and her hair was on the usual pony tail. But even with the simple look she still managed to take his breath away.

I heard cat calls and whistles from some horny jocks and groaned in frustration. Yes they were hot but they were obviously not paying heed to the unwanted attention. I just jumped off my car rubbing my hands together and blowing some heat into my frozen finger tips. Jesse just gave me a raised eyebrow wondering what I was doing. He knew about me going to Tracy's house last night, just not all the details.

I just smirked and followed the girls inside the school.

"What the hell is going on Christian?" Jesse asked hot on his heels.

"Strategy." I replied smiling at his confused look.

Game time.