Other Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Take You Away ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Never in all of my life did I ever imagine going shopping with Trevor Mitchell, of all people. Even now, I felt like it was a big joke, but as I watched him pull up to the end of my street in his shiny car, it all became too real. Of course, he wasn't meeting me at my house. My parents would ask unnecessary questions.

 

“How much?” He asked as he rolled down the dark tinted window and leaned out to eye me hungrily. I sneered at him.

 

“Not for sale, loser.” I walked brusquely around the front of his car and casually climbed into the passenger seat. I ignored him as I snapped on my seat belt.

 

“What if I give you a kiss?” I didn't even get the chance to draw breath before his lips were softly pressed against the side of my neck, slowly trailing upwards in a line of chaste butterfly kisses to my ear. “Can I have you then?”

 

A strange twisting began to knot relentlessly in my stomach and my heart began to race. I looked over at him and lifted a pencil thin eyebrow. “It depends…” I trailed of teasingly.

 

“On?” He prodded. His green eyes sparked with mischief.

 

“Whether I think it's a good kiss or not,” I challenged, smirking.

 

“You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Madison,” he whispered under his breath as he slowly began to close the distance between us. “But I think I can afford it.”

 

He hovered in front of my mouth tauntingly, his warm breath blowing softly against my parted lips before the tip of his tongue peeked out to draw a wet trail across my bottom lip before sliding silkily along the crease of my lips. I hear a soft click and the next thing I know, Trevor has me pinned against the inside of the car door, one hand sliding up to tangle in my hair and the other coming to slide up my thigh. His tongue pushes forcefully into my open mouth and I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but welcome it all the same. Our heads bobbed back and forth as we pulled our mouths away and returned them to each other, our lips sliding over the other's softly.

 

My eyes snapped open in shock when I heard him moan. A second later, my brother rode past us on his bike, his eyes bugging out of his head and his mouth agape like he was trying to catch flies. I pushed Trevor away with as much force as possible and then tucked my head between my knees to hide, even though I knew it was useless.

 

Billy Boy totally just saw me sucking face with Trevor Mitchell.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Hiding.”

 

“From who?”

 

“My brother,” I groaned. “He saw us.”

 

“So? What's the big deal?”

 

“He's going to tell my parents.” I complained. I peeked back up at Trevor when I heard the car engine rev before we took off down the road. He was smirking.

 

“And what exactly is he going to tell your parents Raven?” I could tell he was looking for a specific answer, but I had no idea in the world what it was.

 

I sat up fully in the car seat and allowed my head to fall back onto the expensive leather headrest. “You know what he's going to tell them, dummy.”

 

“No, I have no clue actually. What could he possibly tell your parents Raven?” Trevor looked over at me with an innocent expression on his face, but I didn't fall for it. He was playing dumb on purpose. “Were we doing something we shouldn't have?”

 

I rolled my eyes. “No, we were just making out.” Even though I tried my best not to, I still blushed. Saying it was just too embarrassing. Trevor laughed and I glared at him angrily. He loved torturing me.

 

It was a little while after we left Dullsville city limits that I brought up the one question that had been tormenting me since yesterday afternoon. I looked down at my knees and began to play with the hem of my black dress. “Hey, Trevor?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Uh…I have a question,” I announced, taking my eyes off of my knees and gluing them to his face. He was watching the road intently but I could tell he was listening.

 

“Ask away Monster Girl.” It was the same nickname as always but this time it was said differently, almost as if it were an endearment. How cute.

 

“So, you like me.” It was a statement.

 

“I do?”

 

I growled in anger. “You said you did yesterday you jerk!” I punched him in the arm and he held up his hand in surrender, keeping the other on the wheel.

 

“I'm joking! Calm down!” He laughed.

 

“Ok. Well, I like you.”

 

“You do?”

 

I raise my fist again but he waved it away again and laughed. “Okay, so what's your question?”

 

I took a deep breath. Here it goes. “So, what exactly are we?” God, my heart was pounding a million times an hour I was scared it was going to turn my ribcage to dust.

 

“Well, I know I'm human…” He started laughing before he could even finish his sentence. I shook my head.

 

“You're killing me Trevor.”

 

“So that's how you kill a vampire,” he said in false awe.

 

I didn't even respond I was so annoyed. I'd never known someone to dodge a subject so much as he did. I didn't think I could ever build up the courage to ask him again either. “Forget it.” When he didn't respond, I looked out the window to finally take notice of the changing scenery. Where the heck were we going? “Trevor, where the heck are we going?”

 

“The mall.”

 

“Yeah, but why did you pull off the main road?”

 

“Cause getting out of the car on the highway is dangerous.”

 

“We're getting out?” I asked curiously as we rolled to a stop. The main road was just a couple of yards behind us but the small cluster of trees here offered us some privacy. “Why?”

 

“I want to ask you something.”

 

I cautiously stepped out of the car and instantly had to shield my overly sensitive eyes from the glaring sun shining through the trees, right onto my face. I was going to melt.

 

“Why are you standing right in the sun? I thought you hated it?” Trevor asked, grabbing hold of my pale hand and dragging me beneath the shade of a nearby tree. “I stopped here for you cause there would be shade.”

 

My heart warmed a little at his thoughtfulness but I was a little anxious about how nice he was suddenly being. This was so unlike him. “You're scaring me, and I don't get scared easily Trevor.”

 

“I'm about to scare you even more then,” he warned. He dragged me until we were completely beneath the shade of a tall oak tree, the wind blowing gently through the branches, making the leaves rustle softly above us. Trevor squeezed my hand one time before turning around to face me, a strange sparkle in his almond shaped eyes.

 

He didn't say a single word as he bent down onto his knee in front of me, and neither did I. I was speechless. I was nervous. I was shocked. I was confused. And most of all, I was scared. Very, very, scared. “…what?”

 

“Raven Madison, I've known you since we were just small children chasing each other around the playground. For as long as I can remember, our relationship has involved nothing but fighting. I thought you hated me, and I thought I hated you,” he said. His face was so serious and my heart was pounding so hard I could barely make out his words over the thumping in my ears. He was not about to ask what I thought he was about to ask. No way. “It was sometime in high school when I realized that I admired you. You're confidence, your individuality, and your strength to stand up to everyone who tried to put you down. I began to have feelings for you, and since then, those feelings have grown so strong that I don't know if I can hold myself back from you anymore.”

 

He cleared his throat and I locked my knees to keep myself from collapsing. Please don't ask what I think you're going to ask Trevor. Please. We're too young.

 

“Raven Madison?”

 

“…” I couldn't even form intelligible words. “…mmm?”

 

“Will you…” he was drawing it out and with every second that passed by, I was that much closer to passing out. I was going to die. “…be my girlfriend?”

 

“…”

 

His face broke out into a huge smile, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. His trick had worked. He scared the crap out of me. I still didn't know if I could speak. My face must've looked hilarious.

 

“Score one for Trevor, score zero for Raven.”

 

That did it. “Jerk.”

 

He stood up from his knee, but didn't let go of my hand. “I got you there, didn't I? With the sappy speech and everything. I bet you thought I was going to ask you to marry me, didn't you?”

 

I sneered at him and pulled my hand out of his. “You're a jerk Trevor.”

 

His smile weakened. “Come on. It wasn't that big of a deal.”

 

I turned my back to him and stomped back towards the car. I was pissed. I couldn't believe I actually believed that. I was such an idiot. I could hear him following behind me but I continued to ignore him. When I got to the car, I opened the passenger door a crack right before Trevor's hands shot out to slam it shut, one hand on either side of my head. I was trapped between the car and Trevor's rock hard body pressed right into my back. There was no escape, but I was sure as hell not turning around.

 

“Go away Trevor.”

 

“Stop being mad Raven.”

 

“No.”

 

I watched as he pulled one hand away from the car. Seconds later, his arm was wrapped tightly around my waist from behind, hugging me to him, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Please?” He whispered.

 

“No.”

 

His fingers pressed themselves into my stomach as he pulled me farther into him so that my butt was right up against his groin. My fingers curled around the door handle of the car and my other hand came to wrap around the hand that Trevor had over my stomach. “If I bite your neck, will you forgive me?” He asked quietly, grazing his perfect teeth over the exposed skin on my neck. I shivered.

 

“Maybe…” I wasn't really going to, I just wanted him to bite me. “Maybe not.”

 

He laughed. “I love it when you tease me Raven,” he said, just before he bit down on my skin. I didn't even try to muffle my moan as the blunt edges of his teeth bit into my skin. My knees buckled and Trevor tightened his hold on my waist to support me.

 

There was no blood involved and I knew I wasn't about to turn into a beautiful creature of the night, but it felt absolutely amazing. Trevor wasn't a vampire, but he sure could bite like one. My mind went completely dizzy and I felt as if I were about to collapse right there in his arms. I was trembling.

 

“Damn it.” He muttered under his breath, pulling away from me. My eyes shot open in surprise and I twisted around to look at him.

 

“What's wrong?” His breathing was heavy and his face was a little flushed.

 

He shook his head once and sighed. “Nothing. Let's go.”

 

Oh no. Now he was mad at me. We both remained silent as we climbed back into the car. Trevor turned the air conditioning on full blast as we sped off down the road towards the mall. My arms tingled as tiny goose bumps raised themselves on my arms and legs. It was freezing. “Did I do something? I'm the one that should be mad.”

 

“I'm not mad.” His face was still a little pink, but I could tell he was calmer.

 

“Then what happened back there?”

 

“Umm…you were kinda moaning,” he mumbled. “….a lot.”

 

Now it was my turn to blush. I remember moaning once, but not moaning a lot. I must've blanked out. “Sorry.”

 

From my peripheral I could see him shake his head. “Don't ever apologize for that Raven.”

 

“Well you obviously had a problem with it, otherwise you wouldn't of stopped,” I countered heatedly. I was a little angry our fun was cut short. I was enjoying myself quite a lot, so much so that I had almost forgotten how I was supposed to be angry with him.

 

I was looking right at him now. All the color had fully returned to his face, no more pink, and he was looking as cocky as ever. “Do you really want to know why I had to stop?” He looked over at me. It was a challenge.

 

“I do.”

 

“Are you completely sure about that? I can promise you that you'll get embarrassed.”

 

“I doubt that highly.”

 

“Actually…I think I'll just wait. I'd rather show you instead. It's more fun that way.”

 

“Then show me now.” I demanded. I was so ridiculously curious.

 

His cheeks turned pink again. “I can't.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“I'm not in the mood.”

 

“Then get in the mood.”

 

His eyebrows rose and disappeared beneath the overhang of golden blonde hair on his forehead. “Raven…you have no idea what you're asking, do you?” His fingers twisted around the steering wheel as he looked over at me.

 

“Of course I do,” I lied. I felt so dumb.

 

He snickered. “Right.” End of conversation. He wasn't going to tell me what I did. How annoying.

 

“I want you to tell me.” I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed like a spoiled child who was just denied a toy.

 

“Maybe later. It's a little early in our relationship…which reminds me, you never answered my question,” he said suddenly.

 

“What question?” I asked stupidly.

 

“About being my girlfriend.”

 

“Oh, that.” I spat out the last word like it was dirt on my tongue. “Sorry, I got a little sidetracked.” I said accusingly, glaring at him.

 

“Well, what's your answer?” he asked, getting straight to the point.

 

We were pulling into Hipsterville now and coming up to a stoplight. I could feel the car slow as we approached, but my heartbeat was getting faster and faster with every passing second. “Umm…are you sure Trevor? I mean, it is me you're asking.” I felt so insecure still. Jennifer Warren's words were constantly floating around in my head ever since the soccer game. What if I wasn't his type?

 

“Yes, I'm positive.” His voice was so sure, so confident, and he said it with absolutely no hesitation, just complete fervor.

 

“You're sure you won't be emb---

 

“Raven! I want to be with you!” He shouted, interrupting me. It took me by such surprise that I was leaning against the opposite side of the car, away from him. My mouth was even hanging open a little like an idiot.

 

I nodded. “Okay.”

 

“Okay?” I could tell he was getting frustrated.

 

I swallowed. “I want to be with you too.”

 

He shook his head. “I want you to say it Raven.”

 

“Say what?” He sent me a loaded glare. Oh. “I…uh…I want to be your girlfriend, Trevor.”

 

It was beautiful, his smile. It wasn't until much later that I realized that it was me that had made him smile like that. He was like the poster boy of pure happiness. My heart melted right there in my chest. I swear my heartstrings were directly attached to my mouth because every time my heart swelled with happiness, I'd smile. They went hand in hand.

 

“Thank God,” he sighed. He sounded so relieved. A second went by before I realized that his hands were no longer on the steering wheel, but cupping each side of my face, pulling me closer to him. I tried to pull away, but it was hard to resist.

 

“Trevor, grab the wheel,” I pleaded. I really didn't want to die right now, no matter how tragically romantic it would be.

 

“Don't worry, it's in park,” he muttered softly, just before he pressed his lips to mine. It was a long kiss, but soft. Gentle. I was in bliss. Even when the honking of other cars behind us filled the air, it didn't ruin our moment. It was as if time had stopped in this small compact car. Everything outside was moving past, traveling forward, but Trevor and me were suspended in time, in the middle of all this traffic, the only thing moving being our lips and our hearts.

 

* * *

 

“Remember, no khakis or polos. You promised.” I reminded him as we entered into the main entrance of Hipsterville's mall. It was huge.

 

“I wouldn't even want to buy those things for you,” he said, glancing around and looking at all of the different stores.

 

“Is that sarcasm?”

 

He shook his head. “No, I'm dead serious.”

 

I quirked an eyebrow. “But I thought you loved that preppy crap?”

 

“Not on you I don't,” he admitted. I was actually surprised.

 

“Why?”

 

“Because you wear stuff like this,” he whispered in my ear, tugging on the hem of my short black dress. When he released it, it bounced up, revealing way too much of my white thigh. “It's hot.”

 

I smiled to myself. He thought I was hot. Store by store passed by as we made our way through the mall. We didn't enter even one. “Aren't we going in any of the stores? I want to go to Hot Gothic.”

 

“Yeah, I'm just looking for something.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Your present. I told you yesterday I'd get you one.”

 

“Oh yeah. The one I'm supposed to get angry about, right?”

 

He smiled. “Yeah, that one.” He stopped dead in his tracks then took a sharp left towards a small, narrow store with hot pink wallpaper and glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. There were mannequins all over the place, none of them having heads, just heavily endowed chests and curvy hips. The entire store was filled to the brim with lace, ribbons, and silk.

 

It was a lingerie store.

 

“No.” I said, stopping just outside its entrance.

 

Trevor turned on his heel and smirked. “Yes.”

 

“No.”

 

“You don't have to wear it, I just want to buy it for you.” His eyes were pleading with me and my determination waned a little.

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I think you'll like it. I know it's weird for me to be doing this, but you really don't have to wear it if you don't want to. I was going to get it for you during a more special occasion but I don't know if it'll be here anymore.”

 

I couldn't believe this was happening. Just minutes ago I was officially his girlfriend and now we were buying provocative underwear together. He seemed so obstinate about it though. Fine. If he had to buy it for me, I'd let him. He'll just never see me wearing it. Ever. “Whatever. I'm not trying it on though.”

 

He smiled. “You don't have to. I'm sure it'll fit.”

 

I leaned against the entrance to the store and waited for him. I wasn't stepping one booted foot inside. I didn't even want to look at what he was about to buy me. Although I wasn't going to go inside, that didn't stop me from listening. I couldn't help myself.

 

“How may I help you today sir?” I heard the store's clerk ask kindly.

 

“I was in here last week and I saw…that one. I'd like to buy it.” Trevor said excitedly.

 

“The black lacy one?”

 

Black lacy one? Oh dear God.

 

“Yeah, with the silk ribbon.”

 

Ribbon?

 

“Are you sure about that one? We just received a new one yesterday that isn't as transparent,” I heard the clerk's woman say.

 

Transparent?!

 

“No, I like the transparent one. It'll look good on her.”

 

This was bad. Whatever he was buying for me, it was black, lacy, transparent, and had silk ribbons. Bad. My heart began to beat like a jackhammer. I heard the chime of the cash register as the drawer opened and then the clerk kindly thanked Trevor. Seconds later he walked out, a small pink bag held in his hand.

 

I glared heated sharp daggers at him.

 

“I refuse to wear that.”

 

“I told you that you didn't have to.” He said, holding out the bag for me to take. I took it as if it were a dirty diaper.

 

“Aren't you going to look at it?” he asked excitedly.

 

“Not right now.”

 

“Are you mad?”

 

“Yes.”

 

He sighed. “I figured. It's really not that big of a deal. I know it's a lot of money to spend on just one small thing but I really thought you'd like it.”

 

Money? The price didn't even cross my mind. “I'm not mad about the price.”

 

He looked surprised. “You're not?”

 

“No. I'm mad that you would even buy me something so…so…revealing.” I stuttered on the word. I still couldn't believe I was holding lacy lingerie in my hands. The hottest underwear I owned didn't even come close to this.

 

Trevor laughed. “I didn't know you were so funny. Come on, let's go to that freaky Goth store you were dying to go to,” he said, grabbing hold of my hand and lacing his fingers through mine. My heart fluttered.

 

As we made our way through the mall, I began to notice the curious stares we were getting. “People are staring at us.”

 

“No, they're staring at you.”

 

“No, I'm pretty sure it's us.” I said, tugging at our hands to emphasize my point. “We don't exactly look like we're a compatible couple.”

 

He smirked. “Maybe I should start wearing black lipstick?”

 

I frowned. “Please don't. That would look so bad on you.”

 

“I'm offended.” He said in mock astonishment.

 

“Good. Because it would.”

 

“Which makes me wonder…why have you suddenly stopped wearing your black lipstick?”

 

I felt my face heat. “It gets kind of messy…you know, it smudges easily and gets all over my face.”

 

“You mean when I kiss you?” He said bluntly.

 

“Yep.”

 

“I like that reason.”

 

“You would.”

 

I saw Hot Gothic up ahead of us; it's black wrought iron gates opened wide invitingly. I began to walk faster, tugging Trevor along behind me. It was the only store in this mall that I had any interest in going. I was going on a shopping spree. I need a new black dress, some tights, some new shoes, a coffin book bag, some eyeliner, a new necklace, and some hair accessories. I was going all out.

 

I stopped just before I reached the entrance and turned to face Trevor. “You don't have to come in, you know?”

 

His eyes were studying the black and red interior of the store intently but he didn't look scared, as I've seen others look before when gazing into the dark store. He just looked curious. “No, I'll go in. It's just a store.”

 

“Are you sure? You might get bitten,” I warned teasingly.

 

“If it's by you, then I don't mind,” he responded, grinning.

 

“Keep dreaming, Trevy,” I said, using the nickname I heard his mom use the other night at the grocery store. His eyes narrowed menacingly at me but I ran into the store before he could scold me.

 

I was in Gothic heaven where everything I touched was black. I made sure I saw everything in the store as I made my way through it. I didn't want to miss a thing. After about fifteen minutes, my arms were full with every type of black clothing article imaginable and I was walking behind a clerk to go into the fitting room and try all of it on.

 

Trevor was waiting by the dressing room door, his arms folded over his chest as he watched me walk happily towards him. “You're gonna try on all of that?”

 

“You know it.” I answered delightedly as the clerk opened the door for me. “I'll just be a second.”

 

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I'm sure. I'll just wait right here.”

 

One shirt after the other fit like a glove. My pile of things I was going to definitely buy just kept growing. I don't think there was one thing that I tried on that didn't fit. I was having so much fun, until I got to a black corseted dress that I just couldn't zip past half way.

 

“Trevor, could you get the clerk for me?” I asked, opening the door and sticking my head out. Trevor was leaning against the opposite wall looking super bored.

 

“Why?” he yawned.

 

“I need help zipping my dress.”

 

His eyes glinted. “I'll do it.” Before I could open my mouth to protest, he had pushed us both back into the dressing room. I sighed. I wasn't in the mood to fight about it right now.

 

He trailed his finger down the ridge of my spine and I shivered. “Can you just zip it please?” I snapped. I watched him in the mirror as he chuckled. One hand clenched the bottom of the dress while his other hand pulled up on the zipper. I felt the corset tighten as the zipper close but when he got to my ribcage, there was just a whole lot of tugging. “What's wrong? Is it stuck?”

 

“No, it's not the zipper, I think it's you.”

 

I gawked at him. “There's no way. This is a medium. There's no way I've gained weight.”

 

His eyes looked at me in the mirror and then they fell to my chest. “I don't think it's your weight that's the problem,” he said, still staring at my chest. “It's your…uh…”

 

“I get it. You can stop staring now you pervert,” I growled, crossing my arms over my chest and grasping my shoulders. Because the corset wasn't zipped up all the way yet, the top was loose and drooping forward a little, giving Trevor a way too good view of my cleavage.

 

“Don't call me a pervert. You call me that too much, it's starting to get on my nerves,” he muttered, his eyes leaving my chest to look into mine. I watched silently as he bended his head down to lay a soft kiss on my exposed shoulder. “I don't call you a pervert when I see you gawking at me without a shirt on.” He smiled.

 

I gasped. “I do not gawk at you.”

 

“Right.” His overconfidence was irking but was so like him. He'd always been like that. I was about to push him out of the dressing room but when I turned around he was in the middle of pulling off his shirt. I was stunned speechless.

 

“What are you doing?” I breathed, stepping away from him.

 

“No touching.” He replied, smirking. I frowned.

 

“Like I want to.” I sneered.

 

“Don't you?” he asked, stepping closer to me. I was trapped.

 

I couldn't look into his face. Instead I just glued my eyes to the floor and watched his shoes step closer and closer to me. I could feel all the blood rush into my cheeks and my chest heaved with my heavy breathing. Like I said before, Trevor was gorgeous. Almost too gorgeous. And we were alone, in a small dressing room, and he had no shirt on. It was enough to make a girl hyperventilate.

 

“I mean, you know I can't keep my hands off of you,” he said quietly, trailing one of his hands down my arm. His touch sent a million tingles running through my body. “But you never seem to want to touch me. Do you even feel anything for me at all?”

 

I looked up into his face. He looked so vulnerable, something I'd never expected to see from him. I didn't even know insecurity was in Trevor Mitchell's vocabulary. How could he think that though? Did he really think that I didn't want him?

 

“I do…” I mumbled.

 

“Then how come you always get mad when I touch you? Or push me away?”

 

I shook my head. I didn't want to tell him the real reason. The reason that I always had to pull away from him was because his touch drove me crazy and he made my body feel strange. I was scared of what would happen if I didn't stop him. I'd have to tell him the condensed version. “It's because…I want you too much.”

 

“You do?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Then why hold back? If you want me, take me Raven,” he whispered in my ear. I was pinned between his chest and the wall. My hands had somehow found their way to his rock hard stomach, my palms pressed against his hot skin.

 

“No, I can't.”

 

“Why not?” he groaned, pressing his pelvis forward against me. A strange twisting wound it's way in my stomach making my insides quiver.

 

“Because…because…we're in a dressing room,” I growled. “And…”

 

“And?” he probed.

 

“I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't until I was sure about something.”

 

“And what would that be?” he asked, pulling back to look into my face.

 

I took a deep breath to steady my heart. “I want to fall in love with you first.”

 

His brow creased as if he were confused as he studied my face. I really hoped he wasn't disappointed though, because I wasn't going to budge. I wasn't sleeping with someone I didn't love.

 

“You're different.” He finally said.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I mean you're different from other girls.”

 

I rolled my eyes and released a little laugh. “You just now figured that out?”

 

He shook his head but didn't smile. He was serious. “I've never been with a girl before that has denied me.”

 

My heart panged. “Well I'm not going to say sorry.”

 

“I never want you to.”

 

“Good.”

 

He smiled. “Good.” He leaned in for a kiss but stopped a hairsbreadth away from my mouth. “I have a question.”

 

“Hm?”

 

“You only said that you have to fall in love with me, but do I have to fall for you?”

 

I pulled my head back so I could think. “Umm…you don't have to.”

 

“But what if I want to?”

 

My head whirled at even the thought. “Then do it.”

 

“I think I will,” he murmured, reclosing the distance between us.

 

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

 

“Are you alright in there?”

 

Trevor pulled away quickly and threw on his shirt, glancing nervously at the dressing room door. We could see the store clerk's feet standing on the other side.

 

“Yeah, I'm fine. I'll be out in just a second,” I told her.

 

“Okay.”

 

I waited until I could no longer see her feet before looking back at Trevor. “You have to get out before she sees you.”

 

He rolled his eyes. “Please hurry up. I'm hungry.”

 

As soon as the dressing room door closed after him, I pulled off the bad-fitting dress, and pulled on my own, finally feeling comfortable now that I was back in my own clothes. Grabbing the pile that I was going to buy, I finally left the small dressing room.

 

“You're really gonna buy all of that?” Trevor asked me. “Don't you think you have enough black?”

 

“That's impossible.” I responded, spilling everything onto the counter.

 

The same lady that had let me into the dressing room rang me up. She kept eyeing Trevor and me curiously, but didn't say anything. “You're total is $143.78.”

 

Trevor whistled from beside me. “Wow, that's almost as much as I spent on your present.”

 

“You would never spend that much on me Trevor.” I said as I handed a wad of cash to the woman.

 

“But I did,” he said, holding up the small pink bag for everyone to see. The woman's eyes widened after reading the name scrawled across the glossy bag.

 

“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked me as she handed me my change.

 

“Yep.” I answered shortly.

 

“How long have you two been together?” she asked, eyeing the bag one more time.

 

“Forever,” Trevor told her, wrapping one of his arms around my shoulders and giving me a wet kiss on my cheek. I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling. For some reason I was feeling shy. “See ya.” Trevor grabbed the giant Hot Gothic bag from the counter and led us out of the store.

 

* * *

 

The food court was gigantic. It was probably the size of half a football stadium and had every kind of fast food imaginable. Trevor piled up the biggest tray of food I'd ever seen and together we sat down at a small table and shared it.

 

“You're such a pig,” I said as I watched him chow down on a double cheeseburger and French fries.

 

“Go eat some garlic bread Raven,” he retorted, taking a sip of his coke.

 

“Yeah, how original. The vampire jokes are so old Trevor.”

 

“You still get mad though so I guess it works,” he said, smiling at me.

 

I rolled my eyes and looked around. The food court wasn't very crowded with the exception of a few people. My eyes kept traveling repeatedly to a table where three teenage girls were sitting, all of whom were looking over at Trevor and me with strange expressions on their faces.

 

“Do you know them?” I asked, slurping up what was left of my Sprite.

 

“Who?” he asked, looking around.

 

“Those girls over there are staring at us,” I said, nodding my head in their direction.

 

Trevor's eyes followed in that direction until he saw the three girls. “No, I've never seen them before. Just ignore them.”

 

We continued to eat for a few minutes, bickering every few seconds as was usual between us when one of the girls walked over to our table. She was pretty in a white eyelet dress and flats. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Basically my opposite.

“Uh, hello,” she said softly, looking straight at Trevor. He raised his eyebrows in surprise that she was talking to him.

 

“Uh…hey,” he replied, sending me a look that I couldn't quite read.

 

“Me and my friends saw you earlier and we really think you're cute,” she said. Her back was to me and I couldn't see her face. She was blocking me completely out of the conversation. “We were wondering if you'd like to have lunch with us? I mean, if your friend here doesn't mind?” She glanced over her shoulder at me and sent me a contemptuous look that sent my anger aflame.

 

“Friend?” I growled. My fingers curled around my empty cup, crushing it.

 

“Oh, I'm sorry. Is this your sister?” she asked Trevor. She wouldn't take her eyes off of him.

 

“No. I'm---

 

“She's my girlfriend,” Trevor said proudly, looking at the girl head on.

 

“What? No way,” she gasped, looking between Trevor and me. “Seriously?”

 

“Yeah. Is there a problem?” he asked her defensively.

 

She shook her head. “No, I just didn't expect…you two don't look like you'd date each other that's all. She's so…”

 

“She's the best girl I've ever known,” Trevor interrupted, glaring at her. “And I'd appreciate it if you'd leave now.”

 

The girl's mouth snapped closed with an audible snap and her cheeks reddened in embarrassment before she scurried back to her friends, no doubt telling them how rude Trevor and I were. What a witch.

 

“God I'm sick of people like her,” Trevor spat, taking a long sip of his drink.

 

My heart felt so full that I felt as if it were about to explode in my chest. “Thanks Trevor.”

 

“Huh? For what?”

 

“For sticking up for me,” I said. “The only other person to ever do that for me was Becky.”

 

“Yeah, but you don't need people to stick up for you do you? I've never seen you let someone get away with talking you down. That's one of the reasons I like you so much.” One of the reasons I like you so much. My heart was so overworked.

 

“Well, it's nice to know that people care, that's all,” I admitted.

 

“Who said I care?” he asked.

 

My mouth fell open. “You're such a jerk.”

 

“Oh really? Cause just a second ago I was the nicest guy in the world,” he said smiling at me.

 

“I must've been seeing things because there is no way a jerk like you could ever be nice,” I rumbled, grabbing my purse and standing up. “I'm leaving.”

 

“Come on Raven,” he moaned as I walked away. I heard the scrape of his chair on the tiled floor and then the next thing I knew I was enveloped from behind in his strong arms. “I was kidding. You know I care.”

 

I smiled. “Yeah I know. I was just tricking you.”

 

“Touche.”

 

“Score one for Raven, score one for Trevor. Now we're even.” I chuckled. He kissed my cheek and grabbed hold of my hand.

 

“Let's go home.”

 

* * *

 

“I can't take this into my house Trevor,” I said, holding up the small pink bag. “My parents will kill me a thousand times over.”

 

“It's just a bag Raven.”

 

“It's not just a bag Trevor. It's a lingerie bag. And that's not even the point. I can't bring what's inside of the bag inside of my house either. Where am I supposed to hide it?” I asked anxiously.

 

His brow furrowed. “Why would you have to hide it?”

 

I gaped at him. “Why? Maybe because it's not something a teenage girl should even own.” I hissed.

 

“But you already have something like it,” he said. He was obviously confused.

 

“First of all, you wouldn't even know that unless you went digging in my underwear drawer, and second of all, no I don't.” I whispered hurriedly under my breath.

 

Trevor tucked his lips in to stifle his laughter until he couldn't contain it anymore and he had to bend over in the driver's seat so he could laugh his head off at me. When he finally calmed down I pushed the bag into his arms.

 

“You can keep it. Give it to me when I'm old enough to wear something like that you pervert.”

 

“There you go with the pervert thing again,” he muttered under his breath. “Okay, turn around.” He ordered.

 

“Why?” I asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

 

“Please?”

 

“Fine.” I sighed, twisting around in the passenger seat to face the window. “But don't try any funny stuff or I'll beat you up.”

 

“Oh no,” he said in false horror. “Now hold still.”

 

There was a brief sound of rustling and then I felt something soft wind it's way around my neck. “Are you choking me?”

 

“I guess you could say that, but I don't think you'll die,” he said quietly. I could feel his fingers working on something at the nape of my neck and then he moved something heavy around to rest in the hollow of my throat. My hand flew up to touch it.

 

It was a necklace.

 

“What is this?” I breathed wonderingly, examining blindly the lace choker he had just tied around my neck.

 

“Your present,” he said into my ear. “Look.”

 

He pulled down the visor above my head and flipped open the mirror. I gasped. It was gorgeous. Made of black lace, it fit around my neck perfectly. The back was tied together with a perfectly sized silk ribbon and hanging at the front was a silver locket, encrusted with crystals. “Trevor…this is…”

 

“Not lingerie?”

 

I laughed. “Yeah, it's definitely not what I thought it was.”

 

“Don't worry. Next time we go there, I'll buy you something small and sexy and lacy and transparent…” he trailed off teasingly.

 

“I can't wait,” I said sarcastically.

 

“Neither can I.”

 

I toyed with the locket. “Does it open?”

 

“It should…” he said. He pushed my fingers aside and pried it open. “Yeah, it does.”

 

I held my chin up so he could inspect it more closely. “Tell me. Is it beautiful?”

 

“Yes, you are.” I gasped when I felt his wet mouth assault my neck but I didn't stop him. His tongue slid across the edge of the choker, wetting my skin completely before his lips latched onto the side of my neck to gently nip at it with his teeth. My arms wound their way around his neck to hold him to me.

 

“Tre…vor,” I moaned. He pulled back from me a little so he could climb out of the drivers seat over to my side so he was kneeling in front of me on his knees between my legs, his head now even with my neck to make kissing me easier. He pressed forward into me and my legs spread wider to accommodate him as he continued to suck lightly on my neck. There was a click and then the back of the passenger seat completely fell backwards so that I was now lying on my back.

 

“Sorry, it just makes this easier,” he said as he climbed over me so that we were now face to face. He touched the end of his nose to mine and rubbed them together and then laughed. “You know what that was?”

 

“No,” I breathed.

 

“An Eskimo kiss,” he explained, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine again and smiling.

 

“Hmm…” I tucked my fingers beneath the hem of his shirt to feel his muscled stomach. “I think I like French kisses better.”

 

Trevor groaned and buried his head in the side of my neck. “Damn it.”

 

“What's wrong?”

 

“You.”

 

“What did I do?” I asked worriedly.

 

No answer.

 

“Is it the same thing that happened earlier today?”

 

I felt him sigh against my neck. “Yeah.”

 

“Are you going to tell me this time?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then how can I prevent it from happening again if you don't tell me what I'm doing?” I asked in frustration.

 

He laughed. “Raven, I don't want it to stop happening.”

 

I sighed. “You're confusing me.”

 

“Good.”

 

I glanced over at the dashboard and freaked out. It was time to go home. It was getting really late. “Trevor, I have to go. We have school tomorrow.”

 

He pulled himself up off of me and helped me sit up. “Fine. I guess I'll let you out here at your corner.” He smiled.

 

“Shut up.” I straightened out my clothing and made myself look presentable before grabbing my shopping bags and stepping out of his car. “I guess I'll see you tomorrow?”

 

His eyes looked troubled. “Yeah…”

 

“Okay. Good night.”

 

“Raven wait.”

 

I turned around. “Yeah?”

 

“Tomorrow morning, can you meet me in the parking lot before school?”

 

“Sure.”

 

He nodded. “Okay. See ya Monster Girl.”

 

“Bye Trevy.”

 

He laughed before rolling up his window and driving off. As I walked home, I couldn't help but to feel a terrible foreboding about tomorrow morning.

 

What the heck was school going to be like now that Trevor and I were together?

 

 

 

A/N: Wow. I actually updated after a billion years. I'm truly sorry. Truly. I'm just a bit of a procrastinator…PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!! It makes me happy wooooooo :D