Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ I'd Love You To Love Me ❯ You Again ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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I'd Love You To Love Me

By: Lara Winner

I want you to want me

I need you to need me

I'd beg you to beg me-

Letters to Cleo

I never thought that when my Dad demanded that I get a summer job it would completely turn my life upside down. It's bad enough I'm only seventeen, but now I'm spending my summer in abject servitude. And though I am getting paid for it, I can't touch the money so this whole job thing sucked right from the beginning. It's not like it was mandatory that I get a job. I still had my senior year of high school to complete before I had anything to really worry about. So I still don't understand what gave my father this brilliant idea. I think his excuse was I needed to learn responsibility. Excuse me; but I do have a 4.0 grade average. I know all about responsibility, thank you.

But the parental units wanted me to get a job pronto, so I did the only thing any respectable girl would do. I begged my best friend Relena to snag me a job where she works. Lena and I met freshman year in French 1. I still to this day don't' know one damn bit of the language, I guess that's pay back for being to busy gossiping in class. However, I did make a great friend out of the deal and that was way more important to me that knowing how to say 'bonjour' properly.

Lena was working at Tony's Pizzeria; a tiny little hole in the wall pizza place that has killer pizza and pretty cheap prices. Mr. T, that's what we call him, was always looking for help so she got me on so she got me on the payroll. Just how I wanted to spend my first official day of summer, serving pizza to a bunch of ungrateful people, instead of hanging out at the mall or hunting for hot male flesh, my favorite pastime by the way. So, at four o'clock on the dot, I found myself standing outside the back door to the pizzeria. I didn't think things could get any worse but I should have known better, I really should have known…

My first day of work and I'm right on time, looking all cutesy in my nice little uniform red and white stripe blouse and my short black skirt. Yuck! First of all, I'm not the cutesy type. I'm the vamp whore type. As much cleavage and as little skirt as I can get away with. But work rules state that I have to look like a respectable waitress so I'm stuck in the stupid uniform till I'm fired or I quit. Right now, I'm really not sure which will come first.

Relena is waiting for me by the time clock and as is Heero. He's her hot boyfriend and if she didn't already have claim to him, I'd take the boy in a heartbeat. I give them both a smile realizing that it's not bad enough I see them on an almost daily basis anyway, but now I work with them too. This is going to get really interesting, I can already tell. Maybe the summer won't be so bad after all. I like new challenges and this could be a great way to meet guys. I have to admit that getting dick and cigarettes are my two biggest addictions in life. It's been almost six months since James and I split and I need a man so I can get sex. I'm having withdrawals here.

Now that the thought is in my head I'm only half listening to Relena as she shows me how to punch in correctly. Through the corner of my eye, I see Heero wave to someone. I hear heavy footsteps coming up behind me.

"So, who's the new babe?" From behind me the cocky, sexy voice purred.

Heero grins as I slowly turn around to assess this guy. Tight black jeans, long braid, not too muscular but just right, and then I look up into the most stunning pair of violet eyes and my grin starts to falter. No it can't be. This fine guy cannot be…. Duo Maxwell.

"You got a name sweetheart?" He grins at me.

He doesn't even remember me. Figures, I mean it wasn't like we were the best of friends. Damn, I know it's been a long time but it hasn't been that long. "Hello to you to, Duo." I laugh as recognition sparks on his features.

"Hilde Schbeiker?"

"Yep." I mutter as eight years worth of memories start to flood through my head. First grade all the way through junior high, I had to put up with him. He was an absolute terror. When we were real little, he would put gum in my hair and pull my pigtails every chance he got. Then there was time he tried to light my hair on fire, he almost got suspended for that one. I lost count of the times he'd steal my textbooks and hide them from me. Then there was the glue on my desk seat, the notes he'd tape to my back, and the time he gave my yearbook picture a beard and horns and a bunch of other artistic little insults then put photocopies all over the school. And I still remember the mean names he had for me, like Needle Legs and Beanpole. But that wasn't the worst. That came in junior high when I started to develop just a little bit before all the other girls in our class. When I got boobs he started calling me Boulders. That was my nickname all through eighth grade courtesy of Duo Maxwell. "So let me guess, you work here to right?" I ask, hoping my dread doesn't show in my voice.

"Yeah, I've been here over a year now." Duo says as he gives me this small smile and I can almost see that look coming back in his eyes again, like he can't resist what he's about to do. "Ya know, I didn't even recognize you. Little Hilde's all grown up." He chuckles giving my cheek a pinch.

I slap his hand away and roll my eyes. "Well, obviously you didn't. I guess some people are just hopeless." With a smirk, I poke my finger in chest to emphasize my words.

"That's not nice. I am not hopeless." He states with mock indignation. "Geez, it's somebody's time of the month."

Biting my tongue, I ignore his comment and Lena's curious glance as I put as much distance as I can between that asshole and myself. He doesn't know it but I'm not taking his shit this time around. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of an argument. If I'm going to make it through this summer with out wrapping that damn braid of his around his neck, he better cool it. I'm not the same girl I used to be. He won't bully me around anymore because I won't allow it.

Fate must have been on my side because it was his turn to make deliveries and I didn't see much of him my whole shift. But my thoughts were filled with him none-the-less. I would have never in my wildest dreams thought Duo Maxwell could look so… yummy. I mean the last time I saw him he was the same height as me, no muscles, no ass, no anything. And now, God! I'm gonna start having erotic dreams over this one. Just think of the things I could do with that braid of his.

Sexual depravation really sucks!

No to mention that Lena isn't stupid. Sometimes she uses being blond to her advantage but the girl catches on to things pretty damn quick. She wants to be a lawyer and if you know her, you can see why. You have to watch what you say and how you act because she can read people like an open book. And I know she's been reading me all night and I'm in for the third degree when she gives me my ride home. But I plan on telling her everything any way because I need a strategy. I'm gonna make Duo pay.

My night passed rather quickly to my surprise. Before I knew it, I was punching out and getting ready to go home. I could feel Duo watching me the whole time as I was getting my stuff together. His eyes followed my every movement, just silently observing me, making me slightly uneasy. He was making my hackles rise and my heart pound faster. To my frustration, I can't tell if its nervousness or excitement. I'm wondering if he likes the view and that's when an idea hits me. It's brilliant. It's perfect. It's the ultimate payback. When I'm through with Duo Maxwell, he'll want me so bad he'll be begging for it.

So the next day, I'm back at work for four o'clock with a minor headache thanks to the bottle wine Relena bought last night after work. It must be nice to be rich: she's got the car, the fake I.D. and this really awesome house. Anyway, we spent an hour killing the wine and making a game plan. I explained everything to her, gave the rundown on him and on my idea and she can't wait to help. Then she informs me that Heero and Duo are best friends and go to the same high school. That makes my plan a little easier because now I've got a reason to see Duo outside of work. And outside of work, hehehe, that's when my true colors show.

Today everything is going okay so far. Duo hasn't said much to me; he seems to like annoying Heero to my relief. I have to give credit where credit is due. The boy is downright funny. He's got a great sense of humor and you can't help but laugh at some of the shit he does. It makes work go by faster with him there to laugh at. Of course, I'll never tell him this. The last thing the world needs is for his head to get any bigger.

At ten, I took my break and went outside for a breather. The cool night breeze felt good after being in that hot kitchen so I undid the first few buttons of my shirt to cool off. I lit a cigarette and leaned against the brick wall closing my eyes. Things had finally slowed, the crowd was dying down and I was exhausted. Making pizza is a hell of a lot harder than I thought it would be. I didn't hear the back door open. I didn't know I wasn't alone till I heard the flick of another lighter. My eyes snap open and I almost groan.

Duo grins. "Tough night huh?"

"Is it always like this?" I ask taking another drag.

He shrugs. "Wednesdays sometimes, Thursdays it's okay, Fridays and Saturdays are hell, I'm warning you now."

"Thanks." I laugh. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Anything for a pretty lady."

I look at him through the corner my eye and raise one brow in question. " A lady? I'm not a lady, trust me."

At my words, his grin turns even more devilish. "Oh really? So what happened to you? From what I remember you were always the quiet one, Miss Goody Goody."

This time I shrug. "I'm not one for conformity. I do my own thing and whoever doesn't like it, then to hell with them."

"Hey easy, I wasn't saying anything bad. I was just making an observation." He says defensively.

"Well, what happened to you? I thought you'd be in jail by now or stuck in Juvi doing community service. Of course, there was always the hope you'd piss the wrong person off one day and they'd rearrange your face, too bad that didn't happen." I sigh, unable to help it.

"Not a chance baby. I'm on the wrestling team, I'll be the one rearranging faces."

"Wow, I'm impressed." I say sarcastically. "All muscle and no brains, you're living proof."

He gives me this dirty look as he says, "I'm getting the impression that you don't like me very much. If that's the case, you don't know me well enough to make that assessment."

"I know all I need to know about you, Maxwell." I say quietly.

He smile is vicious as he asks sweetly, "Is this about when we were kids? Geez, you never could take a joke. You people are so damn uptight it's fucking ridiculous. I can't believe your still holding a grudge. Don't you have a life? That was how long ago? Two, three years or something like that. If you ask me, I think its stupid."

I take another drag of my cigarette and slowly exhale. I keep my eyes focused on the lazy trial of smoke rising from the red tip. I don't look at him because I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing how furious I am. Maybe it was stupid to him but it wasn't to me, although I have to admit just how silly my idea for payback sounds now. Maybe I'm not giving him a chance but I'm not sure I really want to. It's not easy to forgive and forget and I've been hurt one to many times to just let things go anymore. I hate men. Moments like this I really wish I were a lesbian. I also wish Duo didn't look so damn hot…

Calmly, I throw his words back at him, "Now look who can't take a joke." I toss the rest of my unfinished cigarette on the ground and pause as I reach the door. "And for future reference, I do have a life and wouldn't waste a second of it holding a grudge against you. I have better things to do with my time so don't flatter yourself." And with that, I let the door slam behind me.

It's been three days and Duo hasn't said one word to me. I think he's really pissed off at me. Naturally, Relena noticed the change in us that same night and I told her what we said outside. Her advice was to just let it go. From now on swallow my pride and be nice to him because I do have to work with him. I think I can do it, but I'm not sure because I know if he says one thing, I'll go off on him.

I clock out at eight on Sunday's, the only decent thing about this job since I'm scheduled off every Monday and Thursday. I'm just getting in my car when my cell-phone rings. "Hello?"

"Hey girl. Whatcha ya doing?" It's Relena and she sounds like she'd had a drink or two.

"I'm leaving work now. What's up with you?" I ask just as I hear Duo say something in the background and she laughs.

"We're over at Quatre's. Mr. Winner is out of town till tomorrow and we're playing pool. Care to join us?"

I'm about to say no when she says "Hold on" apparently giving the phone to Quatre. "Hey Hilde."

I smile to myself. "Hey Skipper." I know he hates the name but I'm the only one he lets get away with it. "Having fun?" I ask.

"Yep. So you're coming over right?"

"I dunno…"

"You have to come. It's been a long time since I've seen you and my Dad's not here. Come on, please." He whines in his I-know-you-love-me-tone that I can never say 'No' to.

"Alright. Give me a few." I sigh in resignation.

"Okay I'm holding you to it. Bye."

I hang up the phone gritting my teeth in frustration. I let him do this to me all the time. I've known Quatre since freshman year. Besides Relena, he was my next best friend but last year he was transferred from to Ozwald High to Ridgemont Academy, an all boys prep school. Relena met Heero through Quatre and I should have realized that Quatre would be good friends with Duo too. Now I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. I feel bad about giving Duo shit the other night but I'm not apologizing. He had off today and I thought I wouldn't have to see him till Tuesday. Guess I was wrong.

I make a quick detour to my house. I change out of my work clothes, slipping on a pair of tight hip-huggers and this tank top that is probably one size too small and shows my bellybutton, but it gives the effect of cleavage so it will do. Fate might have blessed me with early development but it didn't give me all that much to work with. Still I have enough self-confidence to know that it's not what you have, it's what you do with it that counts. I can make a guy sweat and never lay a hand on him. It's all in the way the body moves.

Half an hour later, I pull up in front of Quatre's house, er, mansion and brace myself. I can always turn around and leave and just get shit about it later… I had to shake myself. Stop being a fucking wimp Hilde! Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door and let Oliver, the butler, lead me to the billiards room even though I know exactly where it is. I know why I'm nervous. I hate to admit it but I never was good at deluding myself. I don't want Duo to be mad at me. I want him to think I look sexy tonight. I'm attracted to him and I want to jump his bones. There is my problem in a nutshell.

Well, here goes nothing.

"Hey guys!" I say cheerfully as I enter the room pretending I don't have a care in the world.

It's just the five of them. Quatre and his girlfriend Catherine, I like her so much better than his ex Dorothy, Heero and Relena and Duo. Quatre tosses me a beer and I make myself comfortable in one of the many plush chairs while I watch Heero mercilessly kick Relena's ass at pool. I'm not too surprised, I'm the pool shark of the two of us.

I peek at Duo through the corner of my eye. He's sipping his beer watching the pool table. I look away berating myself for doing this. I can't help it; the boy looks good in his jeans, an open button down shirt showing his white undershirt beneath. Its purely physical, yet so distracting, Damn it!

Finally, the game is over and Relena sits down swearing she's not playing again tonight. Heero looks over at me and grins; tossing me her pool stick. I catch it in one hand managing not to spill my beer and stand up ready to go. I love playing pool against Heero. It's always a close game.

"You sure you're up for it De?" He smirks.

"You bet I am."

I rack them and he breaks. It's a clean break but he makes nothing in giving me the advantage. I study the table happy to have something to take my mind of the braided jackass in the corner. I make my shot slamming the 3 ball in the corner pocket. I take my next shot and miss. This is not good because Heero starts to clean house till he misses a bank shot. I'm solids and he only has two balls to go and then the 8 ball. If I mess up, I'm fucked. I make two in and then miss. That was all it took; Heero cleared the table.

"You suck Hilde." He teases.

"And I've been told I'm rather good at it, thank you." I reply airily. At my comment, Heero just rolls his eyes, Relena and Catherine snicker, Quatre blushes and Duo almost chokes on his beer. I'm not sure how to take that reaction.

I plop myself down in my seat and watch Heero and Duo take over the table. Duo is good. When I'm not looking at his tight ass I actually watch the table and his aim is precise. In no time, it's down to the 8 ball and Duo banks it at almost an impossible angle. I clap and he looks at me a little surprised; then gives me a small smile motioning me forward.

"Wanna try me?"

Boy do I… "Sure." I smile.

I take the stick from him and without it being said I know we're calling a truce. He racks and I break making the 4 ball in the corner pocket. I make three more shots and then I miss on the 1 ball side pocket. He comes forward, leaning over the table giving me a great view of his ass and he positions his stick, his long fingers sliding over the shiny surface… I down the rest of my beer seriously needing to cool off.

He looks back at me over his shoulder and I can feel my face heat up a little, not from embarrassment but because his eyes are just as sexy as the rest of him. "I promise, I'll take it easy on you." I stick my tongue out at him and he laughs turning his attention back to the table. He sinks in three balls before he misses a straight shot.

I grin at him before setting up my angles. I make the shot sending the 2 ball in the side pocket. I'm still leaning over the table as I look up to gloat at Duo and I pause. His eyes aren't focused on the table, they're looking right down my top. That naughty streak in me rises forth and I can't stop myself as I lean forward just a little bit more before I clear my throat to get his attention. His eyes jerk to mine and I smirk as he blushes. The little shit actually blushes. He's so cute. "Nice, huh?" I ask not really referring the game.

He smiles slightly, "Yeah, real nice." He takes another swallow of his beer. "Is that your defense tactic, to distract your opponent?"

"Best offense is defense." I purr with a light shrug, then to state my point I make my shot calling it off of his 15. This leaves me with the 8 ball. Holding my breath, I make the shot. I peek through almost closed eyes as creeps toward the hole… it's in!

"I declare a rematch. My attention was diverted else ware." Duo mumbles, just loud enough for me to hear since no one else seems to notice anything.

"Rematch or not…" I lick my lips before giving him a sultry smile. "I don't think you can handle me." Placing my hands on my hips, I walk up to him, he's a good head taller than me and I have to lean my head back to see his eyes. They're dark as they stare unflinchingly into mine.

Suddenly his lips curved into a completely wicked smile of his own. "Are you challenging me?"

"Take it as you will." I say, then turn away. I make sure my hips sway just enough to keep his attention focused as I head to the bar to get me another beer. Oh God…

I didn't get any sleep that night. Between mental pictures of his body and that evil little smile he gave me… masturbation didn't even help relieve the tension I was feeling. I couldn't stop thinking about what his lips would feel like kissing me, what his fingers would feel like moving inside me. Not even numerous cold showers could get my desire to go away.

I didn't sleep much Monday either and I walked into work Tuesday looking half-dead. I ignored the curious looks Relena and Heero gave me. Duo made some typical smart-ass remark asking what I was doing up that late or rather who I was doing that late. The irony of it made me laugh to myself. I wonder what he would say if he knew I want him as bad as I do. He'd probably laugh me out of town… then again maybe not. You'll never get what you want if you don't go after it. That's one bit of advice I live by.

So I decided that day that I would start giving him distinct signals and snag his short attention span. The only problem is I don't know how to do this with Duo. Sure I know what turns guys on and know how to entice them just enough to keep 'em wanting more, but with Duo its different. I don't feel like I'm in control here. His smile can make my pulse race. A few days ago, he put his arm around my shoulder and I lost my train of thought. I feel insecure around him, nervous, almost giddy. And then sometimes when our eyes meet he gets this look in them, it gives me the chills; excited chills running up and down my spine and I swear I forget to breathe.

I'm playing with fire and I know it. I mean this is purely physical. I just want to fuck his brains out. I don't want us to get any deeper than that and if I'm reading Duo right he won't want anything else either. Shit, it's every guy's wet dream to have a girl who can give him a good time and not expect anything more. And I don't think I'm ready to get emotionally attached anyway. Damn you James…