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then, being on the floor for to long. Marc came up to me and helped me up. I blushed. "Thanks."

"No problem," he smiled.

"Who was that?" I asked him.

"Lucas Tale." he answered with a sour voice.

"I'm taking you don't like him," I said. He snorted.

"I don't but I have to tolerate him," he shrugged. I noticed that his hands hadn't removed from my arms.

"Why?" I asked.

"He's family," he sighed. I raised my eyebrows. He laughed at my reaction, "Not related. Our uncle and aunt married each other."

"I'm so sorry for you." I said. He smiled.

"What?"

"You have lettuce on your face." he laughed, when he did this his blue eyes shined.

I shoved him away playfully, "God this is so embarrassing." I muttered. I tried to walk around Marc and head to the bathroom. Marc grabbed my wrist.

"Your still cute even with chewed lettuce on your face," he chuckled. He kissed the cheek that didn't have the lettuce on it and smiled before leaving me alone.

Holy crap, what just happened.

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"And-and you made him pee his pants!" Amy laughed. "And the whole time you had the lettuce on your face!" Louis and Ronnie were joining in on her laughter. They were leaning on the lockers around mine sharing the embarrassing moment.

"That boy is so annoying." I said. "He called me Ms. Virgin! Why does every one know that?"

Ronnie snorted, "It's obvious!"

"No it isn't!" i argued, slamming smy locker door. I shoved my bag up my arm and gave them all a look. "The next time someone comments on my sex life-"

"What sex life?" Amy scoffed. I glared at her and continued.

"Is going to get punched." I finished. Louis laughed at that.

"Do you even know how to throw a punch?" I balled my hands up into a tight fist and punched Louis in his jaw.

He stumbled back and cursed. "Where the hell did you learn how to bunch!?"

I laughed, "Come on we live in New York, I have to know how to defend myself."

I waved good bye to my friends who were laughing at Louis and headed off to practice.

Who said a virgin couldn't punch? I thought smugly.


::Chapter 4: Crazy::

I cheered for forty minutes straight.

My legs were aching and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much, I still loved it.

My mother hated the fact that I cheered. She thought it was just for sluts to kick there legs up for the guys. She didn't know it was all about cheering people up. Well for me it is.

I sighed and dragged my rag across my forehead. The girls locker room didn't have many showers and I have to wait for Mary Winters to wash her hair and deep condition. I was sitting outside the locker room looking at the remaining guys on the football team play. I didn't see Marc but I did see Lucas.

Lucas. I can't believe Marc had to deal with that. I saw Lucas a couple times since the incident, he sneered at me and kept it going.

As I watched him play I watched as he avoided the other teams advances. He wasn't quarter back, but he's pretty damn good. Lucas scored and laughed at the others. He raised his arms in victory and danced around them. I was so busy watching the guys on the field I didn't notice Mary was out of the showers. She tapped my shoulder and told me she was done.

I smiled at her and finally went in to take my shower. I washed my hair with my favorite mint shampoo and scrubbed myself with my peach shower gel. I sang to myself the whole time and didn't hear someone come in.

"Wow you have a good voice."

I screamed and jumped away from the voice. I knew it was Lucas. I covered my body automatically even though he couldn't see me unless he drew back the curtain or peeked over the top.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I yelled. "Get out."

"Don't worry little virgin I just wanted to see who was singing so well," he laughed. "I don't need to see what I've seen on hotter girls already."

I snorted, "Like you ever had a girl."

"Please I have a more of a sex life than you do. A freaking cockroach has more of a sex life than you do." he laughed. I clenched my hands over my body. When I'm out of here I owe this ass a punch in the face.

Maybe in that cocky mouth of his.

"Please leave." I pleaded. This was getting very uncomfortable.

"Aw. Please?" he said. "Since you asked so nicely."

"Thank you,"I sighed. I dropped my hand and continued my shower.

"Whoa. You have a nice ass."

I screamed and looked up to see the devil peering over the shower wall peering down at me. I flashed hot water in his face making him drop.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" I grabbed my towel from the rack and covered my body. I turned off the shower and stepped out. I tunred to where he was ready to really punch the idiot down.

"Where'd he go?" I asked. I shook my head and looked for my clothes. I searched the hooks for my clothes and realized it was gone.

I clenched my jaw and stomped out of the showers. "Lucas you mother sucker give me my clothes!" I yelled. The remaining of the football team laughed at me and watched as Lucas ran across the football field my jeans and shirt in one hand, and my bra and panties in the other. My bright pink lace panties from Victoria Secret.

"You better not drop those!" I shrieked.

"Hey Nadya you can model for us if you like," one of the boys I didn't know said as I stepped closer to the football field. I have no idea how he knew my name but he was about to get punched.

"Do I know you?" I hissed. The guys laughed.

"Oooh!" they said. "Burn." I rolled my eyes and tapped my flip-flop covered foot on the grassy ground below me.

"Where the hell is that idiot going with my clothes?" I asked myself. He was still running around with them in his hands. I didn't want to run after him and end up having my towel fall.

I thought about my best options. I can shoot him dead and get my clothes. Or I could get one of these guys to chase him. I sighed. If Marc was here he'd do it for me. Or Louis.

Where the hell are these people when I need them?

"She's taking this well." a guy said.

"No she's turning red, look at her face." another commented.

"She had nice legs," said someone else. They all grunted in agreement. I cast a dark look over my shoulder and tightened my grip on my towel. I stalked away from them and towards Lucas who had stopped near the flag pole. I narrowed my eyes.

What is he up to? I walked faster when I realized he was tying my delicates to the flag pole.

"What the hell!" I yelled. As soon as I was close enough I tried to stop him with one hand. It was a failed attempt. The boy was strong and easily fanned me off with one muscular arm. He raised my pink lace underwear set all the way to the top of the flagpole as I raised fist on his back and screamed profanities.

He turned to me when it was done with a laugh and a mischievous look. He handed me my jeans and tee shirt. I snatched it form him. "You are mentally unstable and should go die in a roach infested pit."

"Aw. You don't mean that." he said. "Plus you could have gotten your cheer leading uniform."

"We don't get those until a performance." I snapped.

"Is it locked away somewhere?" he asked. "And wouldn't you have the key."

He was right. I did have the key. But I wasn't allowed to take out the uniforms. I told him this and walked away. I heard his laughter follow me as I tried to angrily walk as fast as I could away from this devil.

"Your so goody two shoes." he said.

"whatever." I said when I reached my car. I took my keys from on top of my tires and unlocked the door. I climbed in my car and looked up at him. "Can you leave now."

Lucas shook his head and closed the door. I shooed him away and watched as he walked away from the car. This time I actually waited and looked around before I took of the towel. I crouched low so no one could see me and swiftly put on my clothes. I had no underwear and it was extremely uncomfortable.

I pulled myself up and started the engine.

I remembered my underwear, I should get it. I looked up at the flag pole and realized it was gone. I looked around for Lucas and realized he was too.

Bout to put it out of park , determined to find the bastard, when someone opened my passenger door. I, for the millionth time today, screamed. Lucas beamed at me and buckled up.

I sighed, "Why are you stalking me?" I asked. He shrugged.

"My rides not coming so I want you to drive me home." he said leaning back so far that if someone was sitting in the back seat they'd be squished.

"Get the hell out my car. After all you did you expect me to drive you home after everything?"

He smirked, "I decided I don't hate you."

"Doesn't answer my question."

"So since we are friends you'll take me home." he raised my underwear at the end of the sentence. I pounced for it, basically tackling him and reaching for them. He stretched his arms out in an incredible width so that I couldn't get it.

"I love being friends with you," he said with a breathy voice. His eyes were fixed downwards, I followed his gazed and I realized how my braless chest was rubbing all over his. We so close that I could feel his breathe fanning over my cheeks and my neck. It gave me goose bumps. I've never been so close to a guy before.

I pushed away from him and glared. "If you give you a ride will you give me my underwear?"

"Sure." he said. "Vaminos!"

I rolled my eyes and reversed out of my parking spot and drove out od the parking lot.

♠

"I'm bullet proof! Nothing to loose!" Lucas sang. He was shaking his head back and forth belting out the lyrics. "Fire-away fire-way!"

"You shoot me down! But I won't fall. I am titanium."

He had a good voice, yes, but he was