Whoo! Finally I got chapter 4 out... lol. I'm really sorry it took me this long. Actually I haven't been in the writing mood at all obviously... But anyways. I really hope you enjoy this chapter. And please review... ;-; Because I need support to get my ego going. lol. It makes writing a lot more easy and reasuring that way.


I turned around and there he was, straddling a motorcycle. I almost drowned in a puddle of my own drool. Pathetic, yes I know. I thought he looked hot before, but the motorcycle was just adding onto it. He looks up at me and nods, for me to walk over to him. I walk over to the motorcycle.

For some reason I couldn't help but giggle. Biting my lip, I tried to avoid him hearing me. When I saw him grin at me, I blushed, wide eyed.

"What're you giggling about, hmm?"

"Uhh... Nothing." What a stupid excuse that was. Not obvious at all. But lucky he didn't seem to notice my real reason.

"Get on." he says. I put one of my hands on his shoulder, to keep from falling over, and swung my leg over the side. I pulled my backpack strap over my head and over to my other shoulder, putting the strap snugly across my chest, so it won't fall. Then I sat my bag behind me.

"You might want to hang on tight." he said, while revving up the engine.

"Great... Trying to kill me or something?"

"Kill you? What? Me? No... never. Plus, I haven't known you long enough to hate you that much." He said, sarcastically. Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was smiling.

"Oh... Well lets hope that doesn't happen then."

If he drives fast lets hope he at least knows what he's doing. I wrapped my arms around his waist and took a deep breath.

The wind hit me hard in the face, as he started to speed off. My face and bare arms started to turn red, from the cold stinging air.

I just had to take my hoody off and put it in my bag. I'm so smart. Here's my sign: (Amy, When it's cold and you'll be riding on a motorcycle put your hoody on! Stupid!)

I saw him tilt his head down. He must have seen that my arms were all red or felt me shaking, because shortly after I felt him put his arm across both mine, in attempt to block the wind. I clenched onto his shirt, bunching the soft material in between my fingers, to try and keep my fingers warm.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah... I'm just a little cold." He rubbed his hand against my arm. I laid the side of my face on his back. His leather jacket was warm with his scent and heat.

When we showed up at my house no one was there. He got off the bike and held his hand out for me. I took my bag off me and chucked it on the ground. "Damn it!" I said, just then remembering something.

"What?" he asks, like he thought he did something wrong.

"I really shouldn't have thrown that." I said, while taking his hand and jumping off the bike. He laughed at me while I picked up my bag. I swung it on my shoulder and started to walk to my house. He followed closely behind me.

I stopped, like normal people do when objects are in front of them, to keep from hitting the door. I don't know if he just wasn't paying attention or what, but he ran right into me. I had just bent down to get the key from under the rug at the door. I felt his body hit mine and then I just about busted my head open on the door. I know I yelped pretty loud. I may sound like a puss, but damn... it hurt. "Ouch! Watch it! What are you doing?" I said, rubbing my head and bitting my lip, to keep my eyes from watering any further.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back up straight. I felt his hands tighten on my hips and I knew where this way going. Backwards. Gently, he started to pull me back against him.

"What... are you doing?" I asked, trying not to feel as nervous as I felt.

Man do I feel short. I can feel the bottom of his chest against my shoulders. His abs felt hard against my back. I could feel it...he has a six-pack! Ha! And out of nowhere I feel his soft skin cross mine when he puts his hand on my neck. No really, it's my throat, but still.

"What? Do you want me to stop? I will... just tell me." His body was stiff, waiting for my answer.

"I don't know..."

"Well, it's kind of a 'yes or no' answer." he laughed.

I sighed. Why the hell would I say no? I don't know... Maybe because I don't really know this guy? Haha... That's obvious.

"Well... I guess it's fine."

I felt his hot breathe on my ear as he spoke, "You guess? That's not exactly 'yes or no', but... I guess it works." he said, teasingly.

Just moments after, he takes his other hand and runs it down the side of my stomach, hooking his thumb in my jeans. Wow! Is it getting hot in here or is it just him? I'd have to say it's him.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I heard a Mustang coming down the street. All I could think was, Oh god. J.R! J.R followed us home! Oh god! I really don't need to have him see us like this... And then- Just imagine what he'll say!

I jerked away from Tristan and stood against the door. I strained my neck to look around him and look down the street. An orange Mustang slowly passes by. No way that's J.R. He has a midnight blue Mustang G.T with two black stripes running across the top of it. The main reason, he would have been speeding way faster than that. I let a huff of air out.

He turns around and looks at the car. "Oh... you thought it was pretty boy coming after you, didn't you?" I could see a bit of a serious look in his eyes as he said it, but he was grinning at me.

"Huh? Pretty boy?"

"Yeah. That jerk that was hanging all over you after school today. I saw the two of you." Well lets see, he's saying J.R was hanging all over me, but what was this that he just did? I think I'd call that about the same thing. I was kind of surprised how he referred to J.R as a pretty boy. Yeah he's pretty, but... he's not a rich snob if that's what he meant by it.

"Well what do you call what you just did then?" I said, crossing my arms and frowning up at him. I wasn't so sure I wanted an answer, but I thought I deserved one.

"Well..." he said, leaning toward me, "that was what I call 'you enjoying yourself'. Seeing as how you didn't seem to mind."

"That may be what you call it, but that's not what I see." I said, looking away from his gaze, trying to keep a straight face. If I looked in his eyes I knew I would give in.

"Well then? What do you see it as?" he said, quickly licking his lips and stepping to stand in the direct of my stare.

"I really don't want to answer that and it's really not any of your business weather or not J.R was hanging all over me or not."

He stood there, looking at me for a minute, his eyes darting from one of my eyes to the other. I felt that feeling, his eyes burning straight through me, setting me on fire. So to avoid it I rolled my eyes and bent down, to get my house key from under a rug that said, 'A happy home makes happy people'. Barf! I'm actually kind of glad I hit my head and forgot to pick it up earlier or I wouldn't have this chance to avoid him. Funny how that works out. I would have burned anything like that stupid rug before I had it anywhere near my house, but this house isn't mine so there's not much I can do about it. Except... wait till no one is looking and throw it in the trash. I could just say my dog ate it... If I had a dog. Damn, gotta get one of those.

I grab the key and unlock the door.

"You know... now I can get into your house any time I want. Now that I know where you live and where you keep your key."

Oh great! He's totally right. Well what was I suppose to do, say, hey look the other direction while I get my house key from under this rug. Don't think so.

"Go for it. I'll be more than willing to greet you... with a good kick in the groin."

He gulps and said, "On the other hand...I think I'll knock first."

Good boy, now sit...stay. Good boy. Ha! I've already got this guy whipped. What am I saying?!? Don't get too attached... just yet.

We walk up the stairs to my room. I open the door and fling my bag on my bed. He walks in behind me and closes the door. Oh, I've got an idea! I walk over to him and stare up at him. The flames in his eyes seem to have calmed down.

"Tristan." I said, softly.


I balled up my fist and punched him in the gut.

"What's that for?" he asked, looking down at me with a pout, rubbing his stomach.

"Not that it really hurt you... But that's for laughing at me! and... what ever that was at the door!" I turn away from him and shake my hand, from the pulsing pain. I think it hurt me more than it hurt him.

He softly laughed at me... again, while he fell back on my bed. "I see you like My Chemical Romance."

"Yeah, of course." I've got tons of posters of them all over my room and one of the lead singer above my bed, on the ceiling. wink, wink I'm totally kidding about that one.

"They kick ass!" he said, while looking around at all my posters.

"Obviously I already know they do. Do you want to listen to their second album?"

He leans up and nods. I walk over to my bed and grab my bag. I unzip it and take out my CD holder. I walk over to my stereo and put Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge in. "Which song is your favorite?" I asked, as I looked up at him.

"'I never told you what I do for a living'... Definitely that one."

"Track 13..." We both say, at the same time.

"I love that song! That's my favorite too."

I put it on number 13 and pressed play. The music started to fill the room. I nod my head along with the beat. I look over at him, staring at me.

Umm... why is he staring at me like that? He probably thinks I'm a idiot... bobbing my head around like this. I stop nodding my head and sat down on the floor.

"So... did you bring any of your book?" Of course not. I didn't see him bring a back pack.

He points over to the door. "They're there in my bag." Huh, he had that all along.

I shift my eyes from him to the door, then back again. "Huh? How did-When?"

He smiles, as if he's pleased with my confusion.

"Well come on. You didn't just come over here to loaf around. We need to get to work!"

Eight hours and 36 cups of coffee later. Yes I can drink that much coffee, but not by myself. We were both laying on the floor with open books spread out all around us. I sat my head down on the cool pages of my Geometry book. I was just about asleep and I was drooling, not much, but still enough to notice. For the first time today I'm drooling and it's not because of him.

I get pulled out of my dozing off by something vibrating in my pocket. I jump up and sit straight up. "What in the hell?!? Who?!?" I look down at my pants pocket. "Oh."

He looks at my sleepy eyes and my messy hair and just pleasantly smiles.

I grab my cell phone and answer it. "Hello? J.R, what is it?" Tristan rolls his eyes at the sound of J.R's name. "Ok. J.R, just calm down."

J.R says, "Is he still there?!? Is he?!?"

"Yes J.R, he is!" The other line on the phone gets quiet.

"I'm coming over there!"

"J.R... would you just stop it already? I'm a big girl, I can handle myself." I hadn't even noticed that Tristan had moved from his spot next to me.

"And I must say... she sure can handle me as well." I heard Tristan's voice loud and clear from behind me. Oh God! Is he just trying to get me killed?!

"What in the hell did he just say?! I swear when I get there if he's still there I'm going to fuck up his face!"

"J.R you're not going to fuck up anyone's face. Now calm down." I looked behind me, remembering Tristan, but to my surprise he was busy picking up all his books. I turned away and started listening to J.R again.

"No, I won't calm down. He shouldn't be-"

When I turned back around and noticed that Tristan's stuff was all picked up off the floor and that he wasn't there I hung up on J.R.

I looked around for Tristan, but he wasn't in my room anywhere. Then I heard what sounded like a motorcycle starting up. I looked over on my bed and... saw his leather jacket. I grab it and run down the stairs. I get to the door and open it just in time. Almost in time to fall on my face, but I regained my composure. I held up his jacket and shouted, "Tristan your jacket!"

He looks over at me and smirks. Every time he smirks like that it makes me feel like I'm going to melt or drown in my own saliva.

"Keep it for me!" he says, his eyes glittering.

Before I knew it he was gone off down the road. I stood there for a while, soaking up that moment into my memory. I clutched tightly onto the jacket and started to walk to my room.

I walk into my room and fell back on my bed. I pulled the collar of his jacket up to my mouth. Awww... it even smells like him. The soft aromas give my mind rest and help to put me to sleep.

I had just gotten to sleep and I heard a loud pounding noise, like someone at my door. I walk to my bedroom door and open it. I just about jumped out of my skin when J.R popped up in my face. "How did you get in my house?!"

"Your key is under that scary looking rug at the door."

"Oh yeah..." Shit! Does the whole world know where my house key is? Need to be moving that stupid little thing soon.

I noticed that J.R seemed to be looking at me really hard, like he is trying to find one of my many, imperfections. "Why is your hair so messed up? You didn't fuck him did you!?"

My eyes got really big, my mouth gaped open. I was hurt by that. I can't believe he just suggested I slept with him. Hell.. I wouldn't go that far. "What?!? J.R listen to yourself talk."

He sighed loudly. "Ok.. so I'm a little over protective of you. I can't help it. I just don't like that guy."

I yawned and mumble, "Well I need some sleep. All that studying has given me a head-ache."

"You study?" he says, in a mocking voice.

"Yeah. I know. Unbelievable, huh?"

I softly laugh and before I could finish saying anything else J.R's lips covered mine. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and put his right hand on the back of my neck, pulling me further into the kiss. As much as I was enjoying this I was running out of breathe and didn't feel like this was the best time for it. I jerked my head back and gasped for air. "Air!" I huffed loudly.

He let me get just enough air then he presses his mouth against mine again. I was so sleepy I almost fell over on the floor, if it weren't for him holding me close to him I would have.

I pulled back and said, "J.R what has gotten into you?"

He shrugged and said, "What? You don't like it?"

"I'm not saying that. It's just... not the right time."

My mind was searching for an answer and when it found it I was surprised. I know the reason I can't be with J.R, because he isn't him. He isn't Tristan. He can't be him. He isn't at all like him. Tristan, that laid back cocky guy with those fiery eyes, hot with passion, yet gentle. J.R, well he's just J.R. There is only one thing that ever stood out about J.R, his eyes. If I ever loved any part of J.R it would have to be his eyes. But Tristan's eyes are still better than his. God why am I thinking like this?! I don't need either of them! Men suck. ...Right?

"It's just that... I'm tired and I need sleep. Lots of sleep. Do me a favor and lock the door behind you. Please. I said please... and that's really saying something."

He smiles and kisses my softly on the lips. Aww... moments like that make me wish he was Tristan. His blue innocent eyes deceive his actions.

"Good night, Amy." he said, before he turned and walked down the stairs. I shut my door and waited to hear the front door open and close back, before heading back to bed.

I sighed loudly and rolled my eyes, replaying the day back in my mind. I couldn't help but smile anyhow.

I slept well that night, holding onto Tristan's jacket tightly, snuggling my way into it. Even though it wasn't him, it was better than nothing. And of course... he didn't have to leave it with me.

Hmm... what a crazy time I've been having. Wonder what's next.