With the red dress, I know I'll kill it tomorrow night. Oh, and Xavier. I'll kill Xavier too.

I put the dress down and move to the closet to get my bag with all my clothing for my stay at Blake's house. Humming a Queen song, I grab some pajama shorts and a tank top with a sweater. I kick off my boots as I walk to the on suite bathroom. 

Quietly, I singing the Queen song - Bohemian Rhapsody - and turn the hot water on. 

No, not that kind of turning on.

I wash down all my worries, hoping that I get some of the darkness off as well. I have as little cold water as possible - loving the way the boiling hot water is burning me.

At full volume in the song, I wash my hair down and turn off the taps before climbing out of the shower and wrapping a towel around me.

I step out of the on suite bathroom and my heart stops when Owen is sitting on my bed.

"What the hell, Owen?" I exclaim and cross my arms across my chest.

He sits like he's some king and there's an annoyingly amused smile on his annoying smug face. "Has anybody ever told you you're a horrible singer, Goldy?" he laughs.

I roll my eyes and walk over to the clothes I have set out. "I will sing at full volume if you test my patience," I say and the add: "I need to dress, so you have to go."

He hands me this cocky smile, "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Your bloody death is something you'll see," I threaten.

"Okay, okay, I'll look away," Owen chuckles and turns his head to the side while squeezing his eyes shut.

"Whatever," I grumble and pull on some underwear before dressing. 

The perv turns back around as I finally pull my sweater over my tank top.

"Why are you in here?" I ask and pick up the red dress before semi-folding it and laying it down onto the glass desk at the window.

"Where did you get that dress?" Owen asks.

"The unknown number," I answer.

"So, it's definitely someone in the house," Owen says/asks.

"Well, unless the unknown number is more than one person, yeah," I reply before adding: "You didn't answer my question."

Owen stands up and walks over to me at the desk. I take a tiny step back, but already my ass is pressed against the edge of the desk. He only stops when he's right by me.

"We need to talk about what happened today," he says.

"I'd like to avoid this conversation," I say and try ducking away, but Owen block my way with his outstretched arm.

"No more avoiding. You felt something," Owen says.

"I don't know what you're talking about," i lie, because really, I was feeling electricity shooting up and down my body while Owen kissed me and I hate that. I hate feeling so effected by him.

"You don't?" Owen asks and gently strokes a finger across my exposed neck.

Shivers immediately follow.

"What do you want me to say, Owen?" I ask and push him away. I walk over to the closet and close my bag again before shutting the closet.

"I want you to tell me that I'm not crazy. That I'm not the only one that feels there's something between us. Hell, how this all started as a stupid bet and it's turned into so much more. How I've started out as a jerk, but you've made me better. And, and that you also feel that tingly feeling whenever we're close," Owen rants.

I slowly turn back to face him and I go a little soft at how vulnerable this gang leader looks.

"Just because I'm physically attracted to you, doesn't mean I'm going o fall for you, Owen," I declare.

A grin grows on his face and he steps closer. "You're physically attracted to me?" he asks and looks so happy while asking it.

"Didn't you know that already, Mr I'm-Irresistible," I shoot back.

It only makes him grin even more, "I'm irresistible?" he asks.

"You're ridiculous!" I say and fall onto my bed. I stuff my head into the pillows and literally refuse to look at Owen's smug face while my face is probably looking like a tomato. He's so bloody stupid!

"Goldyyyyy, answer me," he says and I can feel the bed shift as he sits next to me.

He literally makes me feel like a little girl and it's so stupid, because I'm usually the one doing the embarrassing part. I hate confrontations and I hate admitting to stupid things that really doesn't matter.

"Go away," I say through the pillows, but it sounds a little muffled.

"What? I should stay?"

"Go away"

"Want to play?"

"GO AWAY!" I exclaim through unintentional laughter and prop myself up long enough to punch his shoulder.

"Ouch! Goldy, do you realize you have a really strong punch?"

I punch him even harder, but this time, I don't stuff my face into the pillows again.

"Owen, I think you're stupid and annoying and childish and sometimes tolerable," I admit.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," Owen says and I roll my eyes.

"And maybe, a very, very, veryyy tiny part of me - like my little toe, might think you're attractive and funny, but it's definitely not enough to mean anything," I try to explain.

"Your little toe likes me?" Owen laughs.

"Shut up, it was like, an example," I laugh right back.

Owen smiles and with his body so close to mine on the bed, I can't ignore the static air between us and how much that air wants the space closed. It's just... I don't even know if I like Owen. He's funny and amusing and all that, but... he won't understand me if I talk about the deeper things. The darkness that I feel.

Emotionally, he might not support me.

"Oh wait, I have just the right thing!" Owen says and reaches for the pocket of his coat. He gets what he wants before taking off the coat and chucking it to the floor. I raise my eyebrow at him and he only rolls his eyes.

"Okay, so close your eyes," Owen says.

"No."

"Just do it."

"No."

"I'll fetch you food."

"Okay," I say and close my eyes.

Really, food will be the reason I commit murder or agree to a cult one day. All I can do is hope and pray that one of these guys don't promise me food in exchange for marriage. I'd be married within a second.

I feel Owen inch closer. One of my legs are under the other, so he takes the outstretched one - which makes me a little nervous because I didn't shave. I can't be TV ready all the time!

Owen slips something onto my little toe before saying: "You can open your eyes."

I look down and he slipped a tiny gold ring onto it. "What the hell?" I laugh.

"It's an earring, but I only wore it once before my mom made me swear not to wear it again. And I've had it in my pocket ever-since. I figured since your little toe likes me so much, I should put a ring on it," he laughs.

I peer down and it's one of those round earrings that clips into itself so it really is like a tiny ring. "That's actually, annoyingly sweet. Especially since you had to touch my ugly toes," I laugh.

"Your toes are something else," Owen chuckles and I punch him again.

We laugh for a few more seconds before Owen looks at me with these vulnerable dark eyes and I can't help but shiver with all the static air between us.

"Some of us might die tomorrow," Owen whispers.

"I know."

"You might die..."

"I know."

Owen looks so sad when he says: "It's barely been a month, Goldy, but... But I really don't want you dying tomorrow." His voice almost, almost goes raspy and it's so adorable. This professional boxing, badass bathrobe, gang leader, is adorable in this second.

"Whatever happens to me tomorrow, will happen. I just want everybody to be safe," I confess.

Owen shakes his head. "I'm not taking that. I'm not letting you get near Xavier. It's stupid. He wants you dead, Goldy..."

"And we want Lynch and Matt and everything much more worth my own life," I contradict.

"Your life is not just nothing, Goldy," Owen says.

But it is, I want to tell him. I've been a coward my whole life and tomorrow might just be my chance to prove to myself I'm not afraid. I'm not hiding under that bed. And with the darkness calling to me - that desire to just unleash myself upon the world, I figure it might be better to die a hero tomorrow.

Than to end up the person I fear to be.

"Thank you," I say instead.

"But do you understand what I mean," Owen presses.

I turn my head away and Owen lifts my chin so I can look back at him. "In barely a month you've already proven to be more worth than anything. I know your trust in me is low because of the bet, but trust me when I tell you that you actually mean a lot to me," Owen says.

I feel my eyes stinging, because my parents always told me how much I mean to them. And I did nothing as they got murdered.

Owen should run away, because I might let him get murdered too. 

"I'll only disappoint you," I croak.

"Then disappoint me," Owen breathes.

I look at him. Look down at his lips. And then back at his sinfully dark eyes that's pulling me into oblivion.

"Kiss me," Owen urges. 

I lick my lips before scolding myself and looking back at Owen. "I'm not in love with you Owen William Rhodes. My little toe might like you, so don't expect anything from me. I'm only going to do this, because we might die tomorrow," I confess.

And then I kiss Owen.

I feel like a slut, because my other little toe might like Blake, but Owen quickly makes me forget about that as he kisses me back. 

It's exactly how I remember the other kisses from Owen to be. Electricity is shooting up and down my whole body and I feel myself shiver where Owen runs his hands. He deepens the kiss and moves forward on the bed - making me lean back a little more. 

I can't taste enough of him.

He seems to be thinking the same thing as he grips my waist - almost as if he fears I might disappear before him.

Hungry for more, I don't mind when Owen breaks the kiss long enough to pull off my sweater. My eyes flutter open and with the sun almost done setting outside, Owen's copper hair lights up and he looks even hotter than ever.

When he has my sweater pulled off, he attacks me again and I feel myself getting pressed against the head board of the bed. Losing all rational thinking, I thumble for Owen's shirt, because I really won't mind feeling his abs right now.

I feel him smile against my lips before he breaks the kiss again to pull of his shirt. When he has it off, and somewhere on the floor, he goes back to kissing me - his tongue exploring my mouth. I can't even find myself getting nervous like all the other few times I've kissed boys. There's really no thinking when it comes to Owen.

Somewhere far away I hear my voice of reason yelling: girl, what the hell are you doing!?

My tank top is pretty pathetic, so I can literally feel it moving up by the second, but I don't have the heart to pull it down as my hand runs over Owen's impressive chest and sliding up behind his head to grip his hair. My other arm is keeping me up.

My skin tingles when Owen's hands find their way under my tank top and pulls it off in one fluid motion - leaving my lips only for a second. I'm suddenly very aware of just being in my bra.

A little louder now, my voice of reason asks: Where is this going to end?

Owen's lips leave mine and I almost moan out my protest.

He has this cocky smile as he lowers down and leaves kisses on my neck, then my shoulders, then down - closer to the girls.

Amber, you do realize he's a horny guy and you're a sworn virgin, my voice of reason continues to rant.

But I can't get enough of Owen...

Girl, stop this before you have to get into everything too deep. You don't actually want to explain why you would go further than kissing with someone you barely like, my voice of reason continues.

Owen's hands slip lower - to the band of my shorts and I finally have enough reason in me, to push him off.

"I... I can't," I say.

Owen looks back at me. "Can't what?"

"Do anything more than kiss... I... I haven't exactly... done anything like that..."

"You're a virgin?"

Of course the guy who's business is prostitutes asks this.

I roll my eyes and finally sit back up. "Yeah, whatever, I am, but it's not just that, Owen. Who knows what is happening tomorrow. Two weeks ago, I probably had the capability to kill you, no jokes. If the East was responsible for my parents death, I would've murdered you. If I go further than just kissing you, Owen, it's going to complicate things a little too much," I explain.

Owen nods, but his dark, dark eyes turn a little vulnerable. "I respect that," he says.

"Both you and Blake should stop expecting too much from me..."

Owen looks back at me with this cute smile.

"I understand you have a lot of weight on your shoulders. My cards are open. I really want you, Goldy. Take your time in figuring out what you want. Keep that toe ring on while you're at it. But... but if you ever realize you don't want me, please don't say it... I don't want to hear the words leaving your lips... If you ever want to tell me I'm only dreaming, just take off that toe ring," Owen says.

It's so sweet and weird and quirky and actually, touches my heart.

So, I don't take the toe ring off just yet.

"Okay, Owen," I say.

It's dark outside so I add: "I think I should try to sleep... Tomorrow is a pretty big day..."

Owen nods and gets up. He pulls on his shirt and grabs his coat. I'm still in my bra so I silently thank him when he hands me my shirt and sweater as well.

"We should do this again sometime," Owen smirks before turning to leave.

"Perhaps," I say because I'm feeling cocky. I can practically sense his wide grin as he leaves my room.

When I get a message from Mysterious Fucker, my own smile is still on my face.

My curiosity immediately gets drawn to the message, but I know if I answer him now, I won't be able to sleep. Instead, I pull on my tank top and sweater, brush my teeth and snuggle back under the black and white bedding. I'm getting pretty tired with the lack of color around here.

As I sleep, I feel myself slipping into a nightmare.

One where I'm fighting the North tomorrow night. How everyone is struggling. How Xavier has this wicked, cruel grin as I get shot. And die.

And it doesn't take much for me to realize it's all very likely to happen within the next 24 hours..

Hey goldies!!!!! 

The next chapter is for the Blamber shippers out there. I know, Amwen has gotten a lot lately, but Blamber is going be cuteeeee in the next chapter. 

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~ Holly Shmit