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I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. It felt like someone had lit a fire under my brain. I let out a loud groan that was sure to wake everyone in the house up and rolled over, trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed. My legs were stiff. I pushed away all thoughts of what had happened last night, trying not to bring up memories. It was way too early in the morning for that.

There came a small chirp from the beside table.

I rolled over again, unconsciously dismissing it as a bird outside. It sounded like one, at least. My eyes closed lazily, falling back into the dreamless stupor I had spent in all night. The chirping noise sounded again.

There was a pause.

Another chirp.

It took me a long moment to realize that the noise was coming from my phone and not a creature from outside. I yawned loudly and moved my fingers around until I felt the cold steel case. I picked it up, peeked with one eye, and then threw it back down.

It was an unknown number. In other words, it was unimportant.

Chirp.

I growled lowly and sat up, my vision whirling. I picked up the phone again, rubbing my sore head. Maybe I was coming down with something. I hoped so. It would give me an excuse not to see Scar in school today. I glanced at the pink alarm clock sitting beside my empty glass of water. The scarlet letters glowed 5:38 a.m.

I opened the new text message, read it, and froze.

There was a single word in the message.

Kitten.

I angrily slammed the phone down on the soft mattress. It had to be Scar. I didn't know how in the world he got my number. Probably from one of his scheming, assholey ways. Scar wasn't even far off from hiring a professional hacker to find the number. That's how much of a conniving nipple he was.

The phone chirped again.

Against my protesting mind, I picked the phone back up.

You there?

I contemplated on not answering him, but the curiosity was too much.

How did you get my number...?

I put the phone back down, hoping to catch a few more minutes of sleep before he could reply back. But I hadn't set the phone down one second too second when it chirped again. I groaned under my breath and looked at the screen.

I have my ways :)

A butthole response from a butthole. Why should I expect anything different? I rolled my eyes and typed in a quick reply.

It's six in the morning! Go away and LET ME SLEEP!!!

I put some more extra exclamation points for good measure, preferably for him to get the hint and leave me alone. Quickly, I stuffed the phone under the pillow next to mine. There came a faint chirp but I didn't bother checking it again. Scar wasn't my problem.

The pillow made a soft flump as I fell back. It was almost 6 in the morning now, but the sky was still a horrid black. Nighttime went slower during the winter, obviously. I had one hour to sleep before my father woke me up for school. And with what happened last night, I would need all the sleep I could get.

The sound was so quiet I almost missed it.

Just as I was about to close my tired eyes, there was a soft, barely there knock from the front door. At first, I didn't even think it was a knock. The sound was so quiet that I made myself think I had imagined it. I had to. Who in their right mind would be up at a time like this?

Knock, knock.

The sound was more prominent now. I sat up, feeling the sweet sleep leave me completely. I got up from the bed, yawning so big I swear my jaw almost fell down. Rubbing my eyes, I made my way downstairs.

I opened the door, ready to give a piece of my mind to the person behind the door.

Scar.

"No...." I moaned, leaning against the doorway. The cold air rushed inside, quickly chilling me in my flimsy pajamas. "Dear God, no. Scar....seriously?"

He stood there, looking the perfect Greek god that he always was. Scar was wearing tight-fitting dark jeans and a New Religion t-shirt with a cross on it. His tousled hair was hidden beneath a gray beanie, which looked just freaking adorable with his perfect face, which I wanted to throw a book at. Preferably a dictionary. He shoved his hands in his pocket and smirked.

"Oh my God, leave." I begged. I tried to close the door but Scar stepped forward, making me back away on instinct before I could push the door shut.

"Good morning." he said cheerfully.

"No, it is not a good morning." I whisper-yelled. "It's not even morning, Scar! The freaking moon is still out in the freaking sky! What in the world could you want now? Wasn't our little journey last night enough for you? I mean, do you literally feel the need to get up at 5 in the morning just to wake me up? Do you-"

"Kitten."

"Shut up! I wasn't done yelling at your stupid face. Just because you can't sleep doesn't mean you have the freaking right to ruin mine! Just bec-"

"Are you PMSing?"

I seethed silently. "I'll rip your face off. How about that?"

Scar smiled again. And then he decided that it must've been a perfectly okay thing to push the door open and come into my house without my consent. I took a few steps back, my fists clenched. Scar shut the door quietly behind him.

"I couldn't sleep." he explained, looking around.

"Like I said before, I don't care." I pointed out. I opened the front door again and motioned for him to leave. Scar shook his head. Before I could get another word out, he climbed the stairs quickly.

"Scar!" I hissed, following after him in a panic. It was bad enough that I had to talk to my father and Marie about what happened last night. I didn't need to add an explanation as to why our neighbor who caused all this in the first place was in our house at 6 in the morning.

I found him in my room. He was looking around, laughing silently at the Justin Bieber poster. His eyes were filled with pure amusement when he stared at me.

"Shut up." I repeated, sitting down on the bed. I pulled a yellow blanket from the mattress and wrapped it around my shoulders. Being around Scar when I was wearing just a flimsy tanktop was beyond embarrassing. I stared at Scar. It was the first time a boy was in my room. I flinched in humiliation as I spotted a black lacy bra hanging off the arm of my chair. Unfortunately for me, Scar noticed it as well.

"Scandalous, kitten." he said with a dramatic gasp, picking it up. My cheeks flamed up. "I didn't know you were such a flirtatious little thing under that nerdy attire. Can I see the matching underwe-"

I snatched the bra out of his hands, wanting to sink into the floor. Scar shook with silent laughter. He covered half of his face with one hand, smiling at me devilishly. My heart skipped a few beats. I walked over, shoved the bra into a drawer, and closed the door in a desperate attempt to not wake Marie, who was sleeping just across the hallway.

When I looked back, Scar was sprawled across the middle of my bed. His hands were behind his head in a lazy manner and his feet were crossed. I noticed that he hadn't even bothered to take his stupid shoes off.

"What do you want?" I asked, still reeling from him touching my bra. No doubt it would take me a while before I could get past that.

"I just wanted to talk." he said with a sincerity that I never heard before. I crossed the room and plopped down into the computer chair that was farthest from the bed where he lay. He made me nervous.

"About what?" I asked, mindlessly folding my hands on my lap.

Scar made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. "This isn't the fucking therapy session, Genevieve. I just wanted to hear you talk, actually. You amuse me, little birdie." he said.

"Well, I'm so glad I can be here for your entertainment." I replied sarcastically. I curled up on the chair, holding my knees. Scar sat up on the bed, taking his beanie off. He ran a hand through his tousled brown hair, which brought a whole army of those fluttering butterflies again.

"Me too."

"I was being sarcastic."

"I wasn't."

"Will you please leave?"

"Kitten."

"Nipple."

"Birdie."

"Asshole."

"Genevieve."

''Scar!"

He was about to reply when a small chirp rang through the room. My eyes widened in horror. That was my phone, which was underneath the pillow Scar was next to. I'd rather jump off a cliff than to see Scar go through my phone, which he without any doubt would do if he found it.

"What was that?" he asked. I jumped up, throwing the blanket off my shoulders. I scurried towards the pillow, hoping he wouldn't figure out that it was coming from next to him. I lurched towards the pillow but Scar saw me and put it together. Before I could grab it, he slipped a hand underneath and snatched it away.

"Oooh, is this Genevieve's phone?" he chuckled darkly. "Let's see what kind of dirty things you've been doing." He then made the point to jump on top of the bed, already scrolling through.

"No!" I whispered angrily. "Scar, give it back!"

"You have a Tumblr?" he asked with glee. I recoiled in horror. If he saw even a glimpse of the things on there, I would never live it down.

"Scar!" I shrieked. Without thinking, I jumped onto the bed and tried to grab the phone. He quickly put it over his head. Even though we were standing on the same surface, I was still out of reach. He laughed quietly. I could feel my face burning up. I stood on my tiptoes, flailing wildly to meet his fingers which were locked around the poor object. So far, Scar was winning.

"Scar." I hissed angrily. I jumped up, my fingers wrapping around his wrist. He gave me a smirk, and then pushed me hard on my stomach with his palm. I yelped, falling down on my rump in the bed. Without thinking, I rested my head on the bed and kicked his shin. My breath came out in hard gasps, strands of hair in my face.

I knew it was a huge mistake even before it happened.

Scar couldn't handle his balance on the bouncy bed. He wobbled and then fell....right on top of me.

Luckily, Scar had superhuman instincts. He shot his arms out, breaking the fall so that I wouldn't be crushed under his weight. His hands were on either side of my head. It was like the position he would make if he was doing a push up....with me under him.

Scar was breathing equally as hard. Our eyes locked. His hair was even messier from our struggle. Some strands fell into his dark eyes. I could feel each tremor from his chest with each heavy breath he took. His body heat danced into my chest, making my heart pound like I had just run a marathon. The words were locked into my dry mouth. I suddenly lost the ability to speak.

I waited for Scar to move away.

He didn't.

In fact, he seemed just as frozen as I was. Uncertainty flashed in his eyes. I swallowed loudly, desperately wishing for something to break the awkward silence. Scar didn't make a single movement. He suddenly dipped his head even lower, nose almost brushing against my cheeks. I held my breath. His lips were getting closer.

Our lips were mere centimeters apart. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to kiss Scar...did I? Before I could do something I'd regret, I placed my hands on his broad chest and gave a hard shove. I heard him laugh as he moved away. The distance between us was a breath of relief that was very much needed.

"Scared?" his taunting made the fire light back up in my chest. I glared at him and quickly snatched my phone off the bed which had dropped from his hands. I stuffed it under the mattress and sat down directly on top. Scar smiled again. If he wasn't such an arrogant nipple, he would actually be likable.

"So what do you want to do?" Scar asked cheerfully, plopping down next to me. I immediately scooched away, thrown off by his causality. He had recovered so quickly from our almost-kiss. Or just hid it well. But I would bet my money on the first option. It's not like he actually felt something towards me. Why would he? Scar could be called the god of beauty while I was another average girl. A nobody.

From my 16 years of life, I had learned something. One very important thing. A life rule, if you will. I learned that people see what's on the outside. The physical beauty. We hear all this crap about seeing past someone's flaws, falling in love with what's on the inside, but I knew that people judged others from the first impression. If they liked what the saw, then they would make an attempt to see the beauty that's inside. In simple words, beauty did matter because no one gives a damn unless you're pretty. It's sad to think that society had been twisted to think like that.

"I want to sleep.'' I grumbled. "And I want you to le- wait, did you hear that?" I paused, holding my breath. It sounded like footsteps outside. My eyes widened. I looked at Scar with stricken fear. He looked back at me.

And then the sound of a door opening.

"Go!" I hissed at Scar. He jumped up, looking around quickly. I frantically pointed to the floor. Scar gave me a blunt look, and then walked over to the window. I flailed my arms wildly in panic. He could not be serious. Scar smirked, opened the window in one push, and disappeared onto the ledge. I didn't have time to fathom what he just did. I rushed into bed, fixing the blankets and laying down so that it looked like I had been asleep for the entire time. My heart thudded nervously in my chest. I faced away from the door and closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing.

Someone knocked softly on the door and then it creaked open.

"Genevieve?" Marie asked softly. I gave a fake groan, or what I thought sounded realistic and rolled over, cracking open one eye. Marie stood in front of me, wearing a blue robe. Her hair was in a messy bun and she smiled at me brightly.

"You have school today." she announced.

I sat up in bed, faking a cough. "I don't feel well."

Marie hesitated. "Wanna skip?"

"What?" I gasped, squinting my eyes at her in confusion.

Marie chuckled. "So you know how your father has been nagging us to hang out? Well, we will. Right now. Get dressed. I'm taking you shopping!" she announced happily.

"Marie, you can't be serious. I can't skip school!"

"Come on, Genevieve. Be a bad girl for once."

"He's gonna hate you for this."

"I know." Marie smiled sweetly.

I forced myself to lower my eyebrows. Marie stood in the doorway, waiting for an answer. After a moment, I nodded in agreement. Maybe she would buy me a new Harry Potter poster. Besides, I really didn't feel like seeing Mr. Stine. Or Scar, for that matter. Although I doubted he would even go to school again. Ever. Marie smiled brightly and left.

I waited until I heard her footsteps fall away and then leaped up from the bed. I walked to the window and looked out. The ground was clear, which was a relief. At least he was agile enough not to be splatted over the pavement. In fact, Scar was nowhere to be seen. Assuming he had made it home safely, I got dressed for my disastrous day of shopping with my step-mother.