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First Attraction

The sixteen-year-old Christopher Maxwell walked down the hall towards the girls' locker room. It was late in the afternoon and he had to wait for Victoria since he was her ride home. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his black cargo pants as he finally reached the door to the locker room. He leaned casually against the wall, his braid trailing over his shoulder. He smiled at some of the girls exiting the locker room. "Do you know where Victoria is?" he asked one of the Kline twins.

"She's still in the locker room. She's the last one there since she slide tackled your girlfriend, Julia. In the mud in front of the goal to be exact," Anna replied as she smiled up at him.

"She did, did she?" An amused smile crossed his lips.

"Julia almost had a fit too. She tackled Victoria back later on in the game. In the mud as well. Never saw them go at each other like that before even though they've always hated each other on and off the field," Allison Kline answered as she tossed her blond ponytail over her shoulder.

Chris chuckled. "So where's Julia?"

"She rushed in here and showered. She left like fifteen minutes ago. Victoria was the last one to come in," Anna said, shaking her head.

"I see. Well thank you ladies, you've been very helpful," Chris said, giving them a charming smile.

Both the girls giggled a little and smiled as they left.

He sighed and looked back at the locker room door. A thought entered his mind as he stood there, causing a particularly evil smirk to cross his lips. "Do I or don't I?" He leaned away from the wall and rested his hand on the door. He pushed it open and stepped inside the girls' locker room. It was silent except for the sound of running water. "Bingo," he said as he walked towards the showers.

Fifteen-year-old Victoria Yuy scrubbed the mud out of her long honey gold hair. "Damn that bitch," she muttered under her breath, thinking of Julia Ramirez. But a slight smirk crossed her pink lips. "But she deserved what I gave her."

All Chris could see her were her flip flopped feet and her slender ankles from behind the curtain. He let his imagination get the better of him for the moment, thinking of what she looked like without clothes on. He chuckled to himself. "Nothing out of the ordinary, probably." His eyes fell on the bench outside of the stall she was in, on top of it was a white terry towel and something in the palest shade of pink. A brow arched as he went over and picked up the pink. A wide grin crossed his features as the pink lace bra and panties dangled from his fingers. "Now this is a surprise. Didn't think she would wear something like this under her uniform." He squinted his eyes a little. "Thirty six c. Interesting. She hides that pretty well."

She let the hot water soak her hair and her skin. She frowned slightly at the bruises on her legs. "Oh well, that can't be helped." She reached up and turned off the tap.

He looked up when the water turned off. He went to stand on the opposite wall, the bra and panties still hanging from his fingers. He watched as her hand came out; grab the towel before disappearing once again. A second later, the towel was discarded, but her hand remained out, feeling for the lingerie he held in his fingers.

"What?" Victoria asked as she poked her head out, "I could have sworn I brought them with me."

Chris smirked again. "Looking for these, princess?"

Her head whipped around to the sound of his voice. Her Prussian blue eyes widened with shock and than embarrassed color raced up her face. "What the hell are you doing in here?"

"Waiting for you."

"Get out of here!"

"If I leave you won't get these back," he replied as he held up the lingerie on his index finger. "And you're going to want them back."

Victoria yanked the towel from the bench and wrapped it around herself. She didn't want to face him, barely covered in a towel, but she had no other choice. Plus, she was too mad to care. The towel came to the midpoint of her trim thighs. "I'm going to kill him," she muttered under her breath and she held the towel with her one hand, even though it was tucked securely between her breasts. She pushed open the curtain and went over to confront him. "Give them back you arrogant jackass!" she hissed.

Another amused smile crossed his face as she looked up at him. Her skin was flushed from the hot water and with anger. "Why?"

"Because I said so! Give them back, Chris!"

"You should ask nicer since I do have them," he said as he held them above his head, knowing that there was no way that she could reach.

"You bastard."

"Resorting to name calling won't get them back princess. Say please."

Victoria gritted her teeth. "Give them back. NOW."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll retaliate."

He tilted his head to one side as he looked at her. Her hair was clinging to her neck and shoulders. "And how would you do that?"

"By kicking your ass," she fumed. Her hands itched to strangle him. "Now give them back."

"Let me think about that for a moment," Chris pondered as a thoughtful smile flitted across his lips. He leaned away from the wall and looked into her eyes. "No." With that, he started to walk away, stuffing the pink lace inside his pockets. He chuckled to himself as he noted her expression become murderous.

"Damn you." She started after him, her flip-flops slapping wetly on the floor. They made sucking noises as she reached him. She latched onto his braid and gave it tug. "I said give them back," she threatened.

He paused in his step and turned his head. The last time she had gotten a hold of his braid, she had taken scissors to it and cut off two inches. He tugged it out of her grasp and turned to face her. "I said say please."

Victoria's teeth ground together as she looked up into the laughing cobalt eyes in front of her. "I would rather kiss a toad than say please to the likes of you, you devil."

"Tsk, tsk, Victoria," Chris sighed mockingly as he took step forward and braced his hands on the wall behind her, trapping her between them. "You should be nicer to me since I could always take the towel too and than there'll be nothing for you to hide from me."

Her hand clutched the towel tighter. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, wouldn't I? Try me?"

Minutes ticked by as she glared up at him malevolently, but didn't reply. He was handsome, she would give him that, but he was the devil. The spawn of the God of Death. He was a hell raiser and he knew it. And since the day she had been born, she had been his target for a number of things. Most of the pranks he had pulled on her had been relatively harmless except for the bonfire incident that included Leigh. This was different. She could feel it. "I hope you rot in hell."

A wicked smile that he inherited from his father crossed his face. "You think I wouldn't?"

"I think you would, but you know, I'll still be wishing you would rot in hell," she hissed at him.

He let his eyes wander over her face. She had become exceptionally beautiful young woman, inheriting her classic looks from her mother. Her eyes however, were those of her father and his godfather, Heero Yuy. The Prussian blue orbs and her obvious temperament came from him. He couldn't help but notice her. She was female and he noticed everything about them, her included. "You know, it's surprising, I wouldn't have thought that prim and proper Miss Victoria Yuy would wear a lacy bra and panties under her school uniform," he stated softly, leaning closer to her face.

Victoria's face heated up even more as she stared into the gleaming cobalt eyes in front of her. "I hate you," she snarled quietly.

A wounded expression crossed his face, but it turned back into a smirk. "Hate is such a strong word." He leaned a little closer to her. "I am completely shocked that you wear this. I would think cotton would be more your style. Safe. Innocent. Very you."

"What business is it of yours? You see it all the time." She knew that he dated plenty of girls. She knew that he wasn't a virgin. "Especially from Julia."

"What? Jealous?"

"Of that slut? Hardly. She can have you. The rest of the dimwitted girls that go here can have you for all I care. Those Kline twins practically drool over you every time they see you."

"Anna is a good kisser. Allison, well…I'll leave her out of this."

"Lech, you disgust me. They probably don't know what a bastard you are."

Chris arched a brow at the obvious venom in her voice.

"I don't even know what they see in you. It must be something I don't," Victoria snorted.

"You want to find out?" Chris asked as he gave her a once over.

Chills ran down her back as she watched his eyes trail over her before returning to hers. They narrowed. "I have no need to," she replied primly as she turned her nose up.

He leaned away from her a little and studied her. "No wonder Aaron von Stron broke up with you. You're as icy as they come."

"I am not!"

"And I know why too. You're as cold as a woman can get. Your name fits you, princess, or should I call you ice princess."

Her mouth fell open with angry surprise. "Ice princess!"

"Don't feel bad, Victoria, you'll get used to the nickname since that's what I'll call you from now on." He continued to study her as her mouth snapped shut, her lips tightening into a thin line. Another thought came into his mind as he looked at her. It wasn't like he hadn't entertained prurient thoughts about her before, he was male, and there was just something about her that appealed to him. He didn't know what it was. "You know, there's a way to get your bra and panties back. You want to hear how?"

Prussian blue eyes snapped up to his. "And what's that?"

"I'm curious to know about how much of an ice cube you are. And I want to see if I thaw you."

"I wouldn't let you touch me with ten foot pole." Her fingers gripped the towel harder, but she was appalled to notice how her body was reacting. The prospect of him having his hands on her warmed her blood. She hated it.

He pressed a finger to her lips. They were soft as he thought. "I wasn't finished. Now, if I can't thaw you out, you get your lingerie back without any fight from me. But if I win…you'll get them back, but you have to become my slave for the week to pay for those items. How does that strike you?" he asked, challengingly.

"You don't think I can resist you, Chris? You try and I'll kick your ass after I win. I'm a Yuy and I don't give in to anyone, not even if he's the son of Death," she snapped in reply.

"So you accept?"

"I accept all right. I just want you to know, you're going to lose."

"Good. Now let's get started," Chris breathed as he leaned closer to her face His fingers traced her jaw. "What could I possibly do?" he mused softly as he let his lips touch her cheek briefly, "Because I always win," he said as he pressed his cheek against hers. His other hand came up and grasped onto her hand clutching the towel. His fingers stroked her wrist soothingly.

Victoria closed her eyes. This was dangerous and she knew it. He was trouble, but her inner curiosity and her pride got the better of her. She couldn't turn down a challenge from him. Her Yuy pride wouldn't let her. Goosebumps spread down her arms as his breath touched her ear. "I'm not going to lose to him. I'll show him that not all women melt into a helpless puddle of mush at his feet."

Her skin was soft and damp against his cheek. She smelled incredibly good, just like the succulent strawberries that his mother had put into his lunch that morning. He wanted to know if she tasted just as good. "Can I make you melt, princess?" he breathed against her ear. "Are you just cold on the outside, but hot on the inside?"

She stifled the urge to shiver as his lips touched her ear as he spoke. She felt her pulse quicken. And she bit her lip to stop the short gasp in her throat.

Chris never imagined that he would even think of doing this to her. He had almost deemed every girl that he had grown up with as off limits. All of them were younger than him too. Victoria and Leigh were the only girls close in age to him, but Leigh didn't interest him as much. Victoria did. She always did since they were little. He nipped her earlobe before trailing his lips back to her cheek. His fingers pressed against the back of her neck, moving in slow circles.

Victoria hated her reaction. She was giving in and she knew it. She could feel it. There was a fire beginning to burn in her veins as she felt his lips on her cheek. She held herself rigid. She couldn't lose. She wouldn't lose.

His eyes opened and they centered on her lush pink lips just inches from his. He leaned forwards again until they were just a hairsbreadth away from hers. He could feel her breath against his. He didn't close his eyes.

A long moment passed. Her lips tingled as she felt him breathing against them. Her eyes opened and she looked straight into his. His gaze was heated. Her heart thumped hard in her chest.

There was a look in her eyes. He suddenly didn't want to win this bet he had made with her. He just wanted to continue this. He could see her fighting it. Inside, he was too. He couldn't understand why he had even begun this. He had a girlfriend who was all too willing half the time, but Victoria. Victoria, the prim and proper girl who had a razor edged tongue that constantly spat out insults at him. The girl whom he loved to torment was setting something off in him that was wholly forbidden and so irresistibly tempting. "Kiss her and this will be over. Kiss her and you know you won't stop. Kiss her and ruin what sets her apart from the rest. Win this bet and have her really hate you for the rest of your life."

Victoria didn't know what he was waiting for. Her lips were beginning to burn. She wanted him to kiss her. "You know what you're saying? Do you really want his hands on you? Those same hands he's had on Julia Ramirez, Anna and Allison Kline, and the half a dozen other girls he's made out with. Do you? Do you want that?"

He moved his lips away and trailed them across her other cheek, still thinking. His fingers slid to the side of her neck, loving the feel of her satiny skin under his fingertips.

The sensuous feel of his fingers was lulling her into a languorous trance. Every inch his lips touched was making her burn inside. The few guys that she had dated never made her feel like this and she never let them take this much liberty with her either.

The pulse under her skin was racing. He could feel it. She had lost and he had won. Deep down he knew it. He went back to her mouth, her lips inches away. He watched as her eyes fluttered open again. She was turned on and he knew it. But he couldn't take this victory over her. His conscience wouldn't let him. "I can't kiss her. Her pride means too much to her. I'll tear it to shreds if she knows that I know that I got to her. That I was able to make her thaw out and get a glimpse of what lays underneath that icy countenance of hers. She would never ever forgive me." "Victoria…"

There was a lurch in her chest. He was going to declare his victory over her. Bile rose in her throat. "You baka girl. He knows. You're going to be his slave for the entire week! Can you imagine what he'll make you do? You're a Yuy and you lost to him. A Maxwell. And not just any, Chris. The boy you couldn't stand." "What"?

"You win," he replied as he took a step back. He dug into his pocket and dropped the lingerie into her hand. "I lose. You get these back. I'll wait outside," he said quickly as he turned on his heel and left the locker room.

Victoria's mouth fell open as she looked at the lingerie in her fingers. "I won?" Her eyes rose to where he had disappeared. "I won?" she repeated. Relief filled her. She leaned back against the wall. Her legs felt a little shaky. "I won," she stated softly as she let her chin touch her chest. She knew then and there, that he held something over her. There was a pull between them that couldn't be denied. "I'll deny it. I won't ever let him know how he affects me. I can't allow something like that to happen ever again," she said with a determined look coming over her face.

A long held breath expelled itself from his lips. "That's something that can't happen again. Man, a girl, let alone she have never affected me like that. That certainly can't happen again. I can't torment somebody that I want to hop into bed with." He didn't want to feel what he had been feeling. He didn't want that pull to exist between them. It wasn't permitted. He wasn't going to permit that. "I have to get a hold of myself. I'm Chris Maxwell. No girl is going to make me fall all over myself," he said as a resolute expression came over his face.

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The ride home was quiet. The thirteen-year-old David and fourteen year old Jonathon, who were both sitting in the back looked back and forth between their brother and Victoria, who were both studiously ignoring each other. They didn't understand it. Usually Chris would say something to antagonize her and she was get mad and say something back until it became a yelling contest that Leigh would usually break up if she came home with them. They looked back at each other and back at the two in the front.

Chris pulled in front the Yuy/Merquise mansion. He glanced quickly at Victoria. "You're home."

"I noticed," Victoria said as she opened the door.

"No thank you, ice princess?" he retorted, using her new nickname.

She froze as her feet hit the cobbled driveway. She turned and looked at him. "What did you just call me?"

"You heard me."

"Don't call me that, devil."

"I'll call you what I want," Chris replied, giving her a nasty smile. He felt better. He was treating her in the way he was accustomed to and he wouldn't have to think about how she really made him feel inside.

"Drop dead and rot, Chris," Victoria snapped back, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She felt a great deal better trading insults with him.

"You first."

"I hate you."

"Like said before, hate is such a strong word."

"That's all you invoke in me."

"All women love me."

"They don't know what an asshole you are."

"And guys know what a bitch you are."

"Go to hell!"

"Been there, want to join me?"

"I would rather have myself drop dead."

Jonathon and David sighed. This was what they were used to. "Are you two going to stop anytime soon?" Jonathon dared to ask the shouting couple in the front.

"SHUT UP!" they both yelled at him.

"Only asking," Jonathon retorted as he crossed his arms belligerently. "Damn, all I did was ask and I get my head bitten off."

Victoria got out of the car and slammed the door hard. She felt like killing him. "You're such a bastard," she hissed as she went past his window.

"And I know what you look like without clothes on, so what does that make you ice princess?"

David and Jonathon arched their brows. "What have you two been up to?" David asked curiously.

"NOTHING!" they shouted at him too.

David rolled his eyes and said nothing.

"Not a word, Victoria? You do look good in pink," Chris smirked as he got out of the car and leaned against it.

Fury ripped through her as she dropped her bag to the ground and launched herself at him. Her hands went around his throat. "YOU SHUT THE HELL UP YOU LECHOROUS, NO GOOD, DEVIL INCARNATE, INSUFFERABLE JACKASS!"

He wasn't expecting her to attack him, physically. She never really had before. He pried her hands from around his neck, only to have her hand get out of his grip, and punch him hard in the stomach. "Bitch," he hissed at her.

"Asshole," she hissed back as she managed to get another shot in.

Chris grabbed her hands before she inflicted any more damage, holding them over her head. "Hit me again and I promise you won't like the consequences, ice princess."

"I told you never to call me that!" she screamed at him as a struggle ensued. She didn't care that he was bigger than she was. Her only intent was to dislike him even more.

"What the hell is going on out here?" Heero demanded as he came outside. He crossed his arms as he observed his daughter and his godson.

Victoria kicked Chris hard in kneecap.

Chris winced from the blow, but couldn't do a thing since he was taught to never hit a girl, despite provocation. He wanted to strangle her and kiss her into submission at the same time.

"Don't make me repeat myself!" Heero yelled.

The two combatants both paused.

Chris let go of her under the penetrating glare of his godfather.

Victoria gave him another swift kick in the shins before she turned and looked back at her father, her chin titled up. "Nothing, dad," she replied coolly.

Heero arched a brow at her. "Is that so?" He turned an eye to his best friend's son. "Chris?"

"Nothing, sir," Chris replied solemnly as he glared at Victoria.

She glared right back at him.

Heero's gaze bounced between them. There was a charge in the air. It was different than before. Something had changed between them. He could feel it, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. "Get inside, Victoria. We'll talk about this after dinner," he said nodding towards the house.

"Yes, dad," Victoria sighed as she picked up her bag. She stuck her tongue out at Chris as she walked towards the house.

Chris stuck his tongue out at her in response.

"Thank you for giving her a ride home, Chris," Heero said as he observed the exchange between them. "Some things never change." "Drive home safely."

"Your welcome, Heero," Chris replied as he gave dagger looks at Victoria's back before getting back into the car. He sighed as he touched his forehead to the steering wheel. "That went swell."

Jonathon and David were puzzled by what had just happened. They had never seen Victoria retaliate the way she did. They glanced at each other. Something was off.

Victoria continued to walk up the steps to her room with her head held high. She dropped her bag on her bed and flopped down on it. "That was probably the worst experiences of my life," she said as she lay back on the pillows and looked up at the ceiling, "But one of the most memorable too," she said wryly, but she frowned. "One that can't happen again."

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Chris went straight to his room as soon as he got home. He ground the heel of his hands into his eyes. "That was a harrowing experience." He looked out his window. "That wouldn't make Julia happy at all," he mused as he thought of his current girlfriend, "If she found out about how I almost kissed Victoria." He sighed and sat down on the chair in the corner of his room. The fire was still in his blood after his exchange with her in the locker room. The mere thought of those soft lips and sweetly scented skin made his pulse race. "Argh! You can't think of that! You're not allowed to you, you baka! You have to fight it! You have too! She's just Victoria, the same old Victoria that you love to torment," he commanded himself. "You can't think of her in any way but that from now on."

The attraction to be continued…