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Nothing is Forever.
Chapter 1
When Jason saw Corrine for the first time he didn't think much of her. He was at a party and she was sitting in a secluded corner of the room, nosing through a thick bookShe seemed absolutely ordinary, like every other faceless girl at the party. In fact, he’d been just about to turn his attention elsewhere, when by chance she lifted her head, her brown eyes skimming lazily over the crowd before resting on him
Much later, when events that followed this meeting came round full circle. Jason figured his very first mistake was that he didn’t look away soon enough. That he’d allowed himself to become lost in those pools of brown for too long, he’d lingered too long trying to figure out why there was so much depth to them, what it was inside them, behind them, that pulled at him.
Music blasted through the speakers so shrill that the sound vibrated through the floor and into his body. People pushed and brushed against him from every corner, blocking his path. Had he had the time to think, he would have at least tried to will his body forward. He would have called her name but he didn’t know it and before he realized what was happening, his best friend pulled him out of the crowd. He watched as the girl dropped her eyes, looking back down at her book before his line of vision collapsed with the mass of bodies. He spent the rest of the night trying to find her but, in a crowded house party full of drunken adolescents grinding and gyrating against each other like there was no tomorrow, without a name or proper description of the girl to begin with, it proved to be impossible.
As Cinderella-ish as it sounds, Jason spent the majority of the next five months trying to forget about the near meeting. He was the middle child in a family of three and knew both his older sister (who was studying to become a psychiatrist) and his younger brother would have a field day with him if they found out how much he was pining for a girl he’d never even met. But, every time he closed his eyes she was there. It was unnerving. When he realized that over the course of three months he’d dated three very annoying girls for the simple fact that they each had similar brown eyes, he decided it was time to either throw in the towel or check himself into the nearest insane asylum.
Thankfully, when his senior year came close to an end, Jason was too caught up in the mess of senior parties, exams and the crowd of girls Aaron ushered his way (Aaron was the only one who knew about Jason’s ‘problem’) to think about the brown-eyed girl. By the time he graduated, Jason had managed to push her out of his mind completely. He was over her. Or so he thought.
"Corrine! "
No such luck.
Her head tilted up at the call of her name and she swatted away the few ringlets of black curls that fell across her forehead.
Nicky had finally torn herself away from the stacks of clothing and was glaring accusingly at her younger sister who half expected to see a pile of drool trailing behind her from all the gushing she’d done over the clothes for the last half hour.
"You promised." Nicky protested, dropping her glare to a soft pout at Cory’s poor attempt at an escape.
This being common routine for Nicky (Pouting and whining when she didn’t get her way.) Corrine kept a straight face. Most people would have crumbled. Nicky had proved to be an expert in reading Corrine over the past 17 years, very annoying for a girl who liked her privacy. But, this time Corrine would not fail. If there was a chance of her getting out of shopping, she was going to take it. Take it and run for her dear life.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like shopping. She did, on occasion. It was just the purposeof this particular shopping splurge that had her peeved. A party. Apparently it was for that very same reason Nicky had felt the need to consult BMC (a journal she kept of all the things she could use as blackmail against Corrine. BMC stood for Black Mail Corrine) for material strong enough to persuade her. This time it turned out to be the belly button piercing and tattoo Corrine had gotten on her lower back for her 17th birthday. It was only after Nicky dragged her into the fifth clothing store that she realized she would have been better off if her parents found out about the tattoo. They would have grounded her, allowing for quiet reading time. Not this, this cruel and unusual torture.
"I refuse." she said simply, her tone not holding as much certainty and force as she’d wanted.
The smile creeping across Nicky’s lips told Corrine her sister wasn’t buying it.
"You promised me, Cory. And I happen to know that you don’t believe in backing out on a promise."
The smile on Nicky’s lips turned into a full out grin.
"You blackmailed me!" Corrine pointed out accusingly. She could already feel the oncoming defeat, but she decided to fight.
"So? Like, I’ve done it a catrillion times before and you never complained."
"Yeah well, people change!" She replied, this time able to keep her voice strong and sure.
"Mmhmm. People change, but not you. Not sweet little Cory." Cory pretended to miss the hint of bitterness there.
"And what is that supposed to me-" she began, but the sudden appearance of a dress dancing in front of her face cut her sentence short.
She raised a brow in confusion. It was short, poppy red, with a plunging v neckline and thick straps, simple and to the point; fuck me. But, however risqué it might have seemed to Cory, she knew the dress was too conservative for Nicky’s usual style, which meant...
" What’s that?" Corrine asked, groaning inwardly. If she knew Nicky as well as she thought she did, then that short, revealing dress, was one Nicky had picked out for her. But still, Corrine hoped her sister hadn’t truly lost her brain somewhere in the pile of clothing she’d been looking through.
" It’s your dress silly!" Nicky squealed with a bright smile.
…apparently, she had.
Corrine let out an audible groan this time. School was supposed to be over for the year. And school being over was supposed to mean that the parties would end and she could finally finish a book without interruption. It was supposed to mean she was free of the superficial clones of Crestmount high. And even though Nicky had promised this would be the last one, Corrine had the feeling that by making the mistake of agreeing to go this time, she’d unknowingly signed over her life as a free student to Nicky. That thought alone was enough to make her shudder in fear.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like spending time with Nicky. Truthfully, she enjoyed her sisters company. It was everyone else that bothered her. Yes, she did have a small group of loyal friends from Crestmount but they were different from everyone else and so they didn’t count– they weren’t poisoned with Crestmount attitude.
Corrine narrowed her eyes, looking over at the rack of dresses her sister had just returned from while Nicky arched a suspicious brow.
"What are you looking for Cory? A dress? Saw something you like?"
"Your brain." She muttered without looking up.
"My what?"
"Your brain..." Cory repeated quietly before looking up to see the murderous glint in Nicky’s light brown eyes. One of the down sides to having such a perky and bubbly sister was that she could be the exact opposite in two seconds flat. It’s actually quite frightening if you aren’t used to it.
Nicky arched a fine brow and put her hand on her hips delicately. Experience had taught Corrine that that was the only warning she would get.
"Corrine " Nicky repeated flatly, her tone almost an exact replica of their mothers when she was angry. Cory flinched.
When playing with fire, it is imperative that you try not to get burnt. Only a daft, drunk and ill individual would step into a blazing inferno to retrieve a stray marshmallow or Weiner from the fire. When in doubt, retreat. That is exactly what Cory did. Nicky was great to be around when she was happy. But when angry, Nicky became a whole different person.
"The dress" she sat up straight and spoke in the peppiest voice she could muster to shift Nicky back into happy mode. "It’s way too short for me Nicky. I don’t want people looking at my ass all day. " Then, she finally dropped her shoulders in defeat and to her surprise, Nicky’s lips curled upward in a daring grin.
"I know that. Silly Cory, that’s why this, goes with these!"
On cue, Nicky held up a pair of black caprice jeans, one’s that would be tight and low on Cory’s hips. Looking at the ensemble, Cory scowled.
Damn it, I actually like this.
Fergi’s "My humps " was blasting on the stereo when they arrived at the party.
They’re always the same
That’s the first thing Cory thought when she walked into the house party. It was hot, loud and full of people Cory wanted nothing to do with. The outfit Nicky picked out for her fit perfectly despite Cory’s efforts and even she had to admit she looked great in it. But that didn’t change the fact that she didn’t want to be here. And on top of everything, despite the fact that Nicky had promised not to leave her, Cory found herself alone only two minutes into the party. Jake, the only person in Nicky’s crowd (i.e., the petty and popular) that Cory could stand to be around for more than two minutes, was not there as Nicky had promised and Cory had forgotten to bring a book to read. Just great!
Making a mental note to savagely murder her older sister, Cory pushed through the crowd. She muttered obscenities under her breath as disgustingly sweaty bodies pushed and pressed against her. All she wanted was to find a quiet room where she could sit and wait until Nicky called to say they were leaving. At the glimpse of what she thought could be a bedroom door, she almost sighed with relief. Not too far away, just a little bit further. She eased her way through the mass of bodies and held her breath most of the way. She was almost there when- Hell no, he didn’t just ...- but she didn’t have to wait for him to do it again to know that some guy had in fact, just grabbed her ass. Long ago, her father taught her how to count to ten to cool down when she was really angry. He said it would help save her from acting irrationally and having to regret her actions afterwards. But when Cory spun around, she forgot how to count. When she found the brown haired jock looking at her with an idiotic grin, she saw red. He was so generic, so much of a clone of the rest of them that it made her sick. It would have been impossible for her to pick him out of the crowd if he hadn’t touched her. Her teeth clenched.
If she were in an action movie, this would be the part where Cory jump-kicked the jock so hard that his head went spinning through the air. She’d be clad in a silk kimono or maybe leather pants and he would have been some drug lord or evil villain. And when she headed out of the room afterwards, the crowd would have parted to make way for her. Unfortunately, life wasn’t that cool. Instead, the fabulous reality was that she was just standing in front of a sweaty guy in a football jacket, with messy, dark hair, who could barely keep his eyes open.
"Hey baby." he drawled, breath heavy with the smell of beer. Cory cringed. "Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you what a real man can do "
Self-assured prick.
She looked him up and down. There was really no need to pay too much attention to what he looked like because she’d seen the same face and body a thousand times before. The room was full of them. And by that logic, she already knew he was an asshole. All of Cresmount’s jocks were made of muscle, wealth and more muscle. This guy was no exception. Pretty much the only thing significant about him was the fact that his eyes were glazed over from all he’d had to drink and that he’d made the unfortunate mistake of touching her.
Still, she put on her sweetest smile and pressed her body lightly against the six-foot something jock. He stumbled back in surprise, knocking into a few people dancing behind him and drew the attention of a small crowd. When he finally caught himself, his grin widened. Cory didn’t even want to think about what was going through his head; surely they were thoughts that would warrant her to kill him where he stood. Instead, she kept to her plan took a step towards him. Trying not to shudder with revolt, she let her fingers thread through his hair and then brought her face close to his, hearing a few whistles and cat calls in the crowd. Her lips moved teasingly close to his. She had to hold her breath so the smell of his expensive cologne fused with beer…and maybe a little bit of vomit. "Sure baby " she whispered in a hoarse and seductive voice. Then she swiftly and quickly ...brought her knee up to meet his groin.
Jock-face let out a strangled cry of pain before doubling over. Never could she understand how her sister could stand these people, that she considered them her friends. All the guys were disgustingly shallow, all they thought about was sex, beer and sports...and the girls, well, Cory could summarize them in just one word; blonde. That’s why she couldn’t wait to get to university, to finally be away from all of them, to finally meet people who utilized their brains instead of ridiculing those who actually had them.
Her eyes narrowed to slits as she eyed the jock.
"Don’t you ever put your hands on me again! " She sneered before finally breaking through the crowd- It was easier now because a few people had stopped to watch- and pushed into the room. Once inside, she closed the door behind her and let her back rest against it so that the loud blast of music died down a little. It was a bedroom, as she suspected and from the neutral look of the olive sheets and cream coloured walls it was probably the guest room.
"Finally." she whispered, as she slid down the door and onto the floor, oblivious to the sound of running water not too far away.
Four hours after arriving, Nancy (his ex-girlfriend) had spotted him and immediately fell back into her habit of giggling and clinging to his arm. He’d realized how annoying that was only a short while before she broke up with him. Her drinking didn’t help her calm down much either. Nancy always was an emotional drunk and after she insulted the host of the party, Jason tried to calm her down and even offered to take her home. He knew she’d be embarrassed the next morning when she realized what she’d done and wanted to spare her that. Despite the break up, they were still friends. So, he’d been in the process of ushering her to his car when she snapped, mistaking him for her current boyfriend ...and then it came...
The vomit ...
His shirt was still damp, though clean after a thorough hand wash and hung from the bathroom window to dry off. Thankfully most of the vomit ended up on just his shirt. It would have been weird if he had to take off his pant and wash those as well. Not only would that have left him walking around in his boxers, but his black jeans would take longer to dry.
In the mirror, bored emerald eyes gazed back at him. Since his shirt was still drying, his op half was covered only by the white wife beater he’d decided to throw on last minute.
It was a small miracle that he’d found the empty guest room through the tight crowd. And to be honest, he’d wanted to leave but he knew Aaron would be livid if he were to even suggest it. This was supposed to be the party to end all parties and Aaron made it very clear that he planned to drink and fuck as much as humanly possible. Jason had learned a long time ago, not to stand in the way of that man and his sex...he still cringed at that memory.
Yes, there were times when Jason chose to succumb to the perks of being better looking than a gremlin and a little higher up on the social ladder than most, but now was not one of them. In fact, towards the end of the school year he’d found himself withdrawing from the whole social scene more and more...he’d just forgotten why. If it weren’t for his best friend, Jason would have avoided them entirely.
So, while Aaron was off doing God knows what with God knew who, Jason was trying to air out the smell of vomit from his shirt and was quite literally, sick of it.
"Two more hours and I’m out’a here." he whispered to himself as he strode out of the bathroom and started for the olive green bed. He stopped when his eyes skimmed over the girl seated in front of the bedroom door.
She prepared herself for a confrontation.
But, when she saw the brown haired boy step out, free of a knife or ski mask, it was only a small relief.
There were other shades of villainy to worry about.
As it stood, she was a single female, unarmed and unwelcome. Outside the bedroom door, music was being played loud enough to break the eardrums of a baby; in other words, nobody would hear her scream.
Usually, Cory was a reasonable and logical young woman. She aced her classes, arrived home before curfew (usually) and while she did have a wild side (the tattoo being the only physical proof of that), she was pretty much a levelheaded person. She was not one of those girls who overreacted and let their imagination run wild; usually she hushed whispers of horror-movie-like-attacks. However, she would not put anything past a Crestmount boy...they, she knew, were as unstable as they were sports crazed. She could handle herself of course, she always had, but Cory had never seriously been one to seek confrontation. Even if socking a Crestmount Jerk in the nuts did give her a rush akin to doing charity work.
She froze, her eyes traveling over the boy’s figure carefully. He couldn’t have been any shorter than 6 feet and while he wasn’t grossly over buffed, the hint of relaxed muscles under the tanned skin of his bare arms was unmistakable. She concluded that he was too good looking to be a masked murderer...or was that just his cover?
The both of them stood silent, stupidly staring at each other, much like deer’s caught in headlights. Jason, though familiar with the English language, (it was the only one he spoke) found himself trying desperately to remember how to speak and Cory was waiting for the appearance of the blonde she figured he must have been making out with in the bathroom. If he wasn’t a killer, surely he had to be some sort of Crestmount player. The blonde was to step out, wearing nothing but skimpy underwear, then swing her arms around him and say something like
"I’ve been buying a new brand of birth control. Like, it’s called tic tac. But like, it’s made me put on weight and it like makes me sick in the morning. So, like, we totally don’t have to use anything if you don’t wont to. "
Slightly irritated by the thought alone, Cory waited...and waited...and waited and...waited. Why the hell wasn’t he speaking?
Jason watched with mild amusement as an annoyed glare melted her surprised expression away. Something about her seemed so familiar; he just couldn’t put his finger on it. Though how he could forget someone like her, who’d managed to knock his thoughts out by her presence alone, was beyond him.
"I’ll leave if you’re busy, I didn’t know anyone was in here" She said, finally breaking the silence though already wary of the idea itself; pushing through a crowd of horny drunk teenagers to find empty room once was enough.
His voice found it’s way back to him as she stood and turned to leave.
"No, no it’s ok." he reassured quickly " I was just ...cleaning my shirt." He waved towards the shirt in the bathroom before realizing she was standing at the wrong angle to be able to seethe shit, or even see that there was a bathroom there because it was on the other side of a walk in closet. Realizing this, he chuckled. “I had a little accident. " Then rolling his eyes he added "Actually, my ex girlfriend had a little accident…on me. Not everyone can hold their beer apparently."
He watched as she hesitantly slid down to her original spot on the floor, sitting Indian style so the silver pleated slippers on her feet tucked underneath her. Standing, she was shorter than him (most girls were) by a little more than a foot. He guessed she was about 5'6 with a slim, hourglass figure and caramel smooth skin. Jason Followed suit after walking over to where she sat and took a spot acoss from her. After sitting, he gave her a smile most girls seemed to find attractive. It was a party, wasn’t it the point of these things to mingle and meet new and interesting people? And this girl was definitely that, interesting.
For some reason he couldn’t stop staring at those big brown eyes of hers- she seemed so familiar.
"So, are you hiding from your boyfriend or something?"
She rolled her eyes, for an instant reliving the horror of being groped by Jock face.
"No. I’m just allergic to drunken people. " She replied matter-of-factly.
He laughed, it was a husky but light sound, much like his voice– Cory was surprised by how quickly she fell for it. Her full pink lips turned up at the corners of their own accord.
"Now, if I’d thought of that excuse, I would have saved myself a lot of trouble."
"Well. It’s not your fault. " She stated, lacing her words with faux sympathy.
He arched a brow "Is that so?"
"Yup. Everyone knows girls are the smarter sex. That’s why I could think up such a brilliant excuse and you couldn’t."
Jason scoffed, amused "Is that the reason now?"
"Mmhmm...maybe you should consider a sex change. I’m sure you’d have better luck at ..well everything, as a girl" she grinned, surprised by how easy it was to talk to him...and she didn’t even know his name yet. One thing was for sure; he was not from Crestmount. She’d never met a Crestmount boy that she liked...and with them it was pretty much a ‘ you met one and you’ve met them all ‘ deal.
Jason smiled, his green eyes full of laughter as he looked at her. "You just shot and stomped on my ego. "
"Aww, what a shame. One down, only a billion more to go." The boy didn’t know it but she was only half joking about that.
He smirked, glancing over at the door. "Won’t your boyfriend be wondering where you are?"
Corrine rolled her eyes, chucking lightly as she turned to the ceiling.
“What?"
When she didn’t reply Jason slid over to sit beside her instead of across and nudged her very ticklish side. She bit her lip to fight back a giggle.
"What is it? " he whined, looking a tad worried.
"‘Wont your boyfriend be wondering where you are?" she repeated then grinned "How old are you, two?"
Despite her previous attempts to do otherwise, Cory burst out laughing. It wasn’t long before Jason joined her.
"Stop." he said finally, clutching his side and slightly embarrassed "really, I’m wounded. "Then, deciding there was too much distance between the two of them. He slid over to sit at the spot to her left.
"Just your ego." She amended
"Yeah, the little that was left of it."
She chuckled and flicked off a piece of dirt on her pants.
"Ok, Ok fine. I’m done. "
When she looked up again, with the full weight of his green eyes on her, her breath caught. She swallowed. He had the kind of eyes you could get lost in and she noticed they were darker than they’d been just a few minutes ago. With his chiselled features and perfect jaw, he would have seemed too statue-like if it not for the boyish flare his messy black hair and soft eyes added. She’d noticed all that the moment she set eyes on him...after the initial shock of course.
Cory did not believe in love at first sight. Though if there was ever a time to believe it, it was then. Looking into his eyes, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his cologne and feeling the butterflies and knots in her stomach. But she didn’t. In fact, she hardly believed in love at all. Attraction maybe, she was all kinds of attracted to the green eyed boy in front of her – but not love, not romantic love. Obviously she loved her parents, her family, her friends but she most certainly was not in love with them. What people called ‘romantic love’, ‘true love’, always faded; she’d witnessed it happen in her parents marriage, her sisters relationships etc and that was all the proof she needed. Well, there was that one time when she saw a guy at one of the parties Nicky dragged her to and…
There was a knock on the door. Jason pulled back suddenly and only then did Cory realize how close they’d moved towards each other. In fact, if they had moved just about an inch closer their lips would have –
She stood up quickly, Jason slowly followed after.
"Cory?"
Nicky’s voice was faint from behind the closed door but not so much so that Cory didn’t know who it was. She felt almost relieved for the interruption.
She looked over at Jason in time to see him mouthing ‘Cory ‘ with a wistful smile. She arched a brow.
"Yea Nicky, I’m in here "
Nicky’s head poked through the door, her light brown eyes sweeping the room before finding Cory in her place. " Cory, I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I - Jason?"
"Jason?" another, deeper, voice echoed from behind the door. Even before it opened completely, revealing whom it was, Cory thought the voice sounded familiar. The figure stumbled into the room, not yet noticing Cory’s presence, but Cory had seen him – it was the guy who’d groped her earlier. She scowled at him.
" Jashon man, where -a- fuck ha you been" He slurred, pulling Jason into one of those guy handshakes that Cory didn’t understand.
Jason laughed nervously " I’ve been here man. Simon you’re smashed.”
So the beast had a name; Simon.
Cory looked between Jason and Simon, her eyes narrowed as the daunting truth sunk in – He was one of them.
That’s when Simon chose to notice her standing there, his face dropping and paled as he reached to shield his ‘jewels’ " You .." he croaked.
Jason shot her a confused look; probably looking for the explanation Cory was not about to give. Cory only glared, looking at Simon once again then back at him before turning to Nicky, stating firmly.
" Lets go "
She already felt stupid for having spent more than two seconds in his company, talking to him, laughing with him even– he was one of them – he probably thought she was going to sleep with him or something. Her being so relaxed around him, that must have all been a part of his ploy!
Jason opened his mouth to say something, his expression somewhere between confusion and worry, he didn’t quite like the accusing glare she was giving him - Cory cut off whatever he was about to say.
"Nicky lets go" she repeated and thankfully Nicky complied, following (stumbling rather) behind her.
As she turned to head out of the room, Cory heard Simon’s unmistakable slur.
"Dude, she’s danesherous "
After helping her thoroughly intoxicated sister into the backseat of the car, Corrine sat herself in the drivers seat just in time to catch a glimpse of Jason outside holding something silver in his hands. But she drove off before seeing exactly what it was. She was furious at him for trying to deceive her and herself for almost falling for it. Her fingers clenched the steering wheel and she realized almost instantly that in her current state she wouldn’t be able to get any sleep.
This realization only fuelled her already boiling temper. She thought, why should she have to lose sleep because of that asshole, all because of one stupid boy? Two minutes away from the house, she made an illegal U turn back the party
Why the heck was she going to allow herself to suffer over his actions when she’d promised herself long ago to never be affected by anything one of them did? Why did he get let off so easy? ...Why were they all such jerks?
The car was pulled to a halt so suddenly in front of the house that Nicky rolled off the backseat and onto the floor, groaning on impact. Cory didn’t notice. It’s amazing the things you can overlook when you’re truly pissed; like the fact that she was still wearing only one shoe.
Jason was heading back into the house when she found him. She called his name and he turned quickly, giving a smile when his eyes found her. For a brief moment Cory faltered, he seemed genuinely happy to see her again...but then why wouldn’t he? He probably still thought he was going to get laid.
She met him on the front steps.
" I found your– " he began softly but was cut off both by Cory’s icy glare and heated voice.
" You’re a jerk, you know that!"
" - shoe " he finished dumbly, his brows knit together in confusion. " Wait, what?"
" I know what you were trying to do " she all but yelled, her eyes fierce
" Return your shoe?" he replied, still dumbstruck.
Her eyes narrowed to slits as she gave him a once over. So he was going to play dumb eh? She’d have none of that. " I know you’re one of them!"
By then they’d attracted a crowd of people. Someone snickered.
" One of who!" he asked disbelievingly. She moved in even closer to him. She didn’t know it but, her heavy breaths were throwing his thoughts off. Cory took a step closer yet, too taken by anger to notice Jason’s eyes darken with something quite the opposite of anger. She poked his chest with her forefinger. " Don’t play coy with me Jock face"
“ Jock face?” He sighed softly " Cory, I have no idea what you’re talking about " When he said her name he noticed her leg move up like she was about to kick something but stopped short. Then she turned around and started towards her car again. Within seconds she was about 10 feet away and halfway across the lawn. He was losing her.
He wanted to say something that would make her turn back. Something witty or endearing that would catch any girl’s attention. But, as he watched her storm off, the growing crowd of eavesdroppers snickering, the only thing he could think about was the cute way she narrowed her eyes when she was angry.
"Your shoe!" he finally blurted as she reached for the car door handle. She froze in place. ‘Finally’ Jason thought with a cautious smile when he saw her bend over to touch her feet, assuming she was only just realizing she was missing a shoe. He took two steps towards her.
Two steps were all he managed before he realized she wasn’t confirming that she’d lost a shoe but removing the one she had. He only took two steps because that’s how long it took for Cory to aim and hurl her slipper at him. Jason ducked his head just in time. If he’d even blinked, he would have been hit in the head by the shoe– the girl had aim.
"There!" She yelled as she slipped into her car "So you’ll have them after your sex change!"
Jason watched wide-eyed as she drove off. He was vaguely aware of Aaron’s presence behind him. What.the.hell? To say Cory was scary when she was angry would have been an understatement. She’d given him a glare fierce enough to make a lesser man piss his pants. What made it even worse was the simple fact that he had no idea what she was accusing him of. She was as feisty as she was beautiful and for that split moment when he’d said her name she looked about to kick him in the nuts.
Still...It dawned on him as he stood there with a stupid grin, silver shoe in hand, and the other lying on the ground behind him; that he liked her all the more for it.