A/N So I wasn't sure whether to call this "Arrogant, Hot, Rich Boys" or "Because..." Tell me which you prefer please.

I don't like this. I like the basis. The lines in the summary, they are my favourite and they're what started this story. But I thought I'd post it and hopefully get you lot to tell me what direction to take these lines in, what I could change to make it better. Personally I'd change the dialogue without narration at the beginning, middle and end but I thought it would work best.

So help me out. Criticise me. Or you could say lovely things, I'm really not fussy :D

But yeh quick one-shot, which will hopefully be made sooo much better...eventually.

(Small alteration - 21/1/08)

"Why do you want to go to the party tomorrow?"

"Because I need to get out more."

"You don't usually go to parties."

"That why I said 'more'."

"It's not because of Logan?"

"Logan?"

"Logan Draper. All the other girls drool over him"

"That's the other girls. Why would I like him?"

"Because you're a girl."

"Well done for that…But give me three real reasons."

"Because he's confident."

"I'd call it arrogance."

"Because he's hot."

"He's not my type."

"Because he's rich."

"I'm not that type of girl."

All the while I could feel myself moving closer and closer to him. His face was heating up, his mouth gaping like a fish, stuttering slightly. It was so cute.

"Then what type of girl are you?"

I could see him shrink into himself as he said it, probably panicking when he saw how close I was to him. I gave him a smirk, one that I hoped was flirtatious. It seemed to have the desired outcome. His eyes widened in comprehension. Whether he'd realised what I was implying or had just realised he'd really just said that to me I wasn't sure, either way his face now partially resembled a tomato. Only less round. And much cuter.

"What type of girl do you think I am?"

He let out a ragged breath then and from where I was I could feel the heat radiating off him. I felt exhilarated. I'd never done this before. Never flirted so obviously. I'd only been kissed once and that was in a game of truth or dare, yet here I was attempting to seduce someone. Okay, probably not seducing, more like forcing myself on him. Either way it made the quickening pace of my heartbeat and the whirling of my thoughts make me feel like I'd just shot up. These words, his reaction, was like a drug and I was newly addicted.

It was a game now. How red could I make him go? How far before he ran away?

Yesterday I'd told him I didn't find Logan Draper attractive and I'd asked him who he thought I liked. He kind of squealed out that he didn't know, then he started walking away stuttering out that he had somewhere to go. He walked quickly away from he before it transformed into a slight run and then a full blown sprint. The way the muscles in his legs moved as he did made me want him more. He really shouldn't have ran.

"Why did you run from me yesterday?"

It was obvious he wasn't going to answer my initial question. He knew. He just didn't want to know. Was that an insult to me? I wasn't sure but it wasn't going to stop me. I was too buzzed from being in his presence.

"Run?…I err…I didn't run."

He was nervous. I liked it. I felt like the predator cornering my prey. Though the way his eyes were darting round was frustrating me. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted those golden brown eyes on me. Obviously I wanted more than his eyes on me, but I'd take what I could get.

I reached out and touched his arm, his body was literally shuddering beneath my touch.

"What's the matter?"

"No-nothing…"

"Why are you shaking?"

"Because…because it's cold?"

"You have a fleece on."

"You're right…I'm feeling a bit hot."

"Really? And," I moved my fingers up his arm as slowly as I could, "why" further up, "would" I skimmed them across his collarbone where his fleece wasn't covering, "that" I ran them up to his jaw, "be?"

"Very, very hot,"

He leaned in so quickly I didn't get a chance to react. He kissed me. He kissed me hard. My fingers were no longer on his jaw, my hands were hanging limply down from his neck. Teeth were biting down on my bottom lip, tugging it lightly. My lips were going to be bruised.

He pulled away, smirking slightly at my dazed expression. When did the hunter become the hunted?

"Guess what type of girls I like."

"Umm…I'm…err,"

His smirk turned into a cheeky grin.

"Bit flustered?"

I wanted to slap him, but I knew if my hands went anywhere near that face…well who knows what could happen? I pulled back putting a look of thought on my face, trying to keep my face as straight as possible while I got some payback.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I think I might change my type."

"To what…?"

"Arrogant, hot, rich boys."

He grabbed me again. Pulling me forward.

Maybe I'd better keep my type as it is...

Criticise me. Please

IMPORTANT - She's not talking to Logan, she is talking to her male unnamed friend...just thought I'd clear that up and this all happens together, as in this is one day/time. Ps if you can think of a non-silly way to stop people from being confused of who's speaking, minus the she said he said stuff then please tell me. Some people are getting confused.

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