I take another step forward, compelled by the energy of the crowd. The smell of sweat, blood and mold wafts around the large abandoned warehouse. Around me, names and numbers are called while people collide against me as they try to get a better view. An elbow hits my ribcage causing me to wince as a hand shoots up to thrust a wad of cash in the air. My best friend grabs my hand, pulling be back before another hand shoots up and hits me in the face.

"Newbies," Madge Undersee comically rolls her eyes then pulls me through the masses of college students ready to see some blood and over to her boyfriend, Gale Hawethorne.

He stands out in the crowd; tall, muscular and funnily enough has the same greyish eyes like mine. As soon as he spots us coming towards him, his strong features smooth over and his smile is radiant, even in he dim lighting.

"It's about to get even rougher, you two so stay close to me okay? Madge don't look at me like that, you've only been here a few times, stop making it look like you have a membership card," he laughs at her and she playfully sticks her tongue out.

He wraps his arm around her waist and leads her through the crowd right to the front with me tagging alone, holding onto her hand. An area is closed off by four traffic cones with rope tied through them, making a perfect square. A guy standing in the middle of the square, holds a megaphone close to his lips and the crowd quiets down.

"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the Games! I am warning you, this place is not for the weak, for there will not be blood split, but spurt! My name is Thresh, I run this shit, which means, I make the rules. All betting stops once the fighters enter the ring, you can't change your bet, you can't help the fighters or touch them and god fucking forbid you even step foot in the ring. If any of the rules are broken, you shall be beaten bloodied and thrown out of here in a blink of an eye, without a fucking dime. That also includes you, ladies, don't try to use your pussies to mess with the system!"

Madge makes a noise at the back of her throat.

"What the hell Thresh!" Gale shouts, defending his girlfriend's and any other girl in here, her honour.

"Now, let's make some noise for a new fighter of the night, Mitchell Rodrigues!"

The crowd opens like the red sea, as Mitchell come jogging from a corner of the warehouse. He jumps over the rope and hops from foot to foot, throwing punches and shaking his head from side to side to hype himself up.

I begin to sweat nervously, making the loose tendrils of hair from my braid stick to my neck. My heart hammers into my chest as the crowd goes wild, chanting the fighter's name over and over again while others boo like there is no tomorrow. I look over at Madge and notice that she's in the exact same state as me, clinging onto Gale's arm, who remains at ease.

Of course, this isn't his first Game, he's been attending these matches for a year now, both him and his best friend and cousin, Peeta. Gale remains in the betting area of the Game, however, Peeta is a different story. Since he started fighting last year, Peeta has yet to lose a fight, he's been said to be the most agile and stealthiest player, despite his build and height. Along with Gale's betting, Peeta's pay for each match, they have never worked a day in their college lies.

These secretive, exclusive fights, have been running in the University of Panem for almost three years. The location, that never remains in the same, is kept in the dark until an hour before the match. Considering the fact that for the five weeks that I've been in UP, I've confined myself to the cafeteria, the library and my dorm room, I was extremely surprised when Madge and Gale invited me to the match tonight.

When the crowd's shouting died down a bit, Thresh, once again, lifted the megaphone to his lips and began shouting.

"Men lock your doors and women get on all fours for our golden fighter, our fists of steel, the one, the only... Peeta "The Rabid Mutt" Mellark!"

If before it was loud, then now it's plain chaos, as Peeta Mellark walks from the other side of the warehouse, shirtless and looking... tedious? Tribal tattoos cover the thick muscles of his arms and chest and a mop of blonde waves fall over his intensely He steps over the rope and walks up to Mitchell, then shakes his hand. Mitchell was about to let go when Peeta pulled him against him and whispered something in his ear. From Mitchell's wide eyes and Peeta's crooked smile, it wasn't something pleasant.

The fight starts as soon as Thresh steps out of the fighting area. Mitchell goes straight for Peeta's face but he easily dodged it and laughed. He then goes for another punch and again, Peeta dodges, but this time instead of laughing, his fist connects with Mitchell's face causing a stream of red to flow from his lip. Mitchell comes back full force hitting Peeta on the jaw, but his luck runs out just as quick as it came when he goes for another punch but Peeta traps Mitchell's arm between his own and uses his other hand to hit him in the face. He loses his footing after a couple of seconds of struggle with Mitchell and both men fall on to the floor, fists flying. Finally, Peeta gets the upper hand, lifting Mitchell off the floor by his shirt and knocking him out and probably breaking his nose by yet another steady flow of blood.

I groan as I look down at my no longer white UP shirt, covered in blood. This is going to be a great one to explain to Clove when she does our dry cleaning this week. I turn to look at Madge and moan about how she owes me a new shirt when I realize that during the fight, I must have been in such a trance watching Peeta and Mitchell fight that we somehow got separated. I try to move around the sweaty bodies of overly rowdy men celebrating their win or shouting about their loss but get pushed around instead. I turn in a sudden movement and what Made tried to help me avoid happens, my face collides into someone's elbow.

I bring my hands to my mouth and taste something metallic from where my teeth cut the inside of my lip. The crowd moves towards the exit of the warehouse, taking me with them full force, when five fingers dig into my arm. I'm about to scream and start to throw a couple punches myself as the steel grip drags me from the middle of the crowd.

"You okay there, Mockingjay!?" He asks over the roar of the crowd.

"Yeah, thank you for pulling me out!" I shout back.

"Your lip, it's bleeding," Peeta moves his thumb across my lips but I swat his hand away.

"Yeah and you have a gash on your face but you don't see me touching it. Thanks again for helping me"

Thresh comes out of nowhere and looks me up and down.

"Someone got a little too close for comfort," he looks at my shirt then slaps Peeta on the back. "Come on Rabid Mutt, we've got money to collect"

"I'll see you around little bird," Peeta winks at me then strides off with Thresh.

Madge pops out from the sea of people on top of Gale's shoulders and looks over the crowd until she finally spots me. She jumps down and Gales pushes everyone out of the way for her to walk towards me without being even touched by anyone.

"Where the hell have you been!?" She shouts then gasps at the blood on my shirt and looks at my lip. "What happened!?"

"The blood on my shirt is either the guy who's knocked out on the floor or Peeta's and some guy elbowed me but Madge can we go? I've had enough for one night"

"Sure," she takes my hand and Gale wraps his arm around her waist again and we move through the now thinning crowd and into the parking lot.

"But it was fun right?" Madge asks as we walk up the stairs to my dorm.

"Yeah I guess, apart from my lip and ruined shirt but hey at least I have souvenirs!"

I laugh, opening the door and she rolls her eyes.

"You two look sure are a sight for sore eyes," Clove greets us sarcastically as she carefully paints her nails, "I would ask what happened but then I remember that I don't care"

"It's called a nose bleed, bitch" Madge snaps.

"It's called a door, bitch, now get out"

"Nice to see you too, Clove," I sigh and rummage through my chest of drawers in search of some clean pyjamas.

"Katniss, Gale is waiting for me so I'm gonna go okay? I'll see you in class tomorrow"

"Okay, thanks for tonight, I did have a good time"

"Y'know, it won't kill you to have fun once in a while" She hugs me then practically skips down the stairs to Gale.

"What?" I ask when I notice Clove staring at my shirt in horror.

"I'm not touching that and we'll be doing our laundry separately from now on," she says before resuming to her task.

I shake my head, grab a towel, clothes and walk out to shower.

The next day, I sit with Madge and Gale at the cafeteria. I was hoping to sit alone outside on the grass but of course, it had to be raining. I slam my tray down onto the table a slump down onto the chair.

"I thought this place was known for its dry spells not for its floods," I moan twirling around the spaghetti before shoving a heavy helping into my mouth.

"Oh my god! Katniss had to come in and socialise with actual people! The horror!" Madge laughs stealing a meatball from my plate.

"Get your own damn food" I pull my tray further away from her and cover it with my arm, making her laugh even harder.

Looking around as the cafeteria fills up, I notice that about half of the football players and guys from Gale's fraternity that are sitting with us, where at the Game last nigh but not one has spoken a word about what happened.

"Sup Gale," a someone says behind us.

Gale nods and both me and Madge turn to see Peeta walk around the table and sit in front of us with a very visable bruise over his cheek. Two very blonde and very tanned girls follow him, one sits on his lap, the other sits beside him, rubbing his leg.

"Great, not only is the view outside awful but now so is the inside," Madge murmurs, making me laugh and choke slightly on my food.

"I heard that, bitch" blonde number one hisses then returns to kissing Peeta's neck.

"Glimmer leave," is all Peeta says.

"What?!" she spits furiously.

"You insulted my friend Madge, now take yours and leave" Glimmer, the one sitting on his lap, stands, smacking her hands on the table and her copy follows suit.

Peeta, as if nothing happened and no one is staring at him, picks up some fries and stuffs them in his mouth. I look at Madge with my eyebrows raised and she shrugs. She turns and starts speaking to Gale about plans for the weekend and I go back to concentrating on my food and trying to remember what the chemical reactions in photosynthesis are for my biology class. I cannot help but feel Peeta's gaze bore into the top of my head but as much as I try not to, my eyes flash up and he carries on looking at me, not the slightest bit embarrassed that I caught him staring.

"She's Madge's best friend Peeta, she was with us last night," Gale reminds him.

"I don't think I would forget such a pretty face"

"She's never actually hung around with me and Gale, she's usually in hiding at the library or her dorm, which I have no idea why since the library makes her have sneezing fits from the dust and she has a bitch for a roommate"

I roll my eyes at Madge's comment and finish off my spaghetti with one last forkful. Peeta's piercing blues eyes never leave my face the whole time, making me uncomfortable.

"You know I should be hurt, you ruined my shirt with your blood and you don't even remember," I mutter nonchalantly.

"I ruin a lot of shirts with my bodily fluids," he smirks, popping another fry in his mouth.

"I think I just puked a little in my mouth"

He laughs at my comment but returns to stare at me.

"Hello again my little Mockingjay," he murmurs seductively.

"I don't belong to you in anyway so don't use possessive pronouns, stop using a diminutive nouns, I'm average size and as far as I remember Mockingjay isn't my name," I say, anger reaching the edges of my voice.

"Then what is your name?"

I open up my fruit salad cup and stab at the strawberries, my favourite fruit then pop them in my mouth.

"Fine, Mockingjay it is."

I turn to Madge and see that she's trying to contain a smile by biting her lip, in return I throw her a scowl.

"Are we still going out tonight for dinner?" I ask trying to change the subject.

"Oh god, I forgot! I already promised Gale that we'd stay together tonight," Madge says apologetically making me shake my head and roll my eyes.

"My name is Peeta Mellark"

"I know," I snort, eating the grapes next.

"Oh you do?" He flashes me a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow.

"Kinda hard to forget when your nearly deafened by the sound of it"

"That's happens to me but usually I have a woman's legs wrapped around me"

"Okay now I definitely puked in my mouth," I murmur.

"What colour are your eyes? Grey? Green? Blue? They are the most beautiful mix of colours I've ever seen"

Dammit. He doesn't miss a beat!

I let my thick brown hair fall around my face, creating a curtain between me and him. I didn't like they way his intense blue eyed gaze made me feel, or they way it me blush. I'm not like those girls he screws over and I will not be freaking treated like one.

"Nope, nuhuh," Madge clicks her tongue in disapproval and we all turn to look at her. "Keep away from her Peeta, she's off limits. I'll even soak her in holy water if it that keeps your damn dick away from her!"

"Babe, you just basically painted a bullseye on Katniss," Gale exasperates while Peeta laughs. "Now that you told him he can't have her, he won't stop"

"Well, he's not her type anyway"

"Uh, I'm everyone's type!" Peeta gasps, pretending to be hurt. "Anyway, it's been great to see you again Mockingjay, Madgie, Gale"

He pushes himself from the table and walks off, lifting a cigarette to his lips. He stops at the door and walks back to our table. Peeta leans over and whispers something in Madge's ear, making her giggle.

"Peet, get your herpes ridden ass away from my girl!" Gale shouts throwing some fries in his direction.

"Woah bro, chill man, chill," Peeta laughs, backing away with his hands held up in surrender.

"Oh boy," Madge's chuckled after Peeta leaves, "you're in trouble"

"Me? What did I do?" I ask her tipping the fruit cup and drinking the juice at the bottom.

"You have been requested to show at Mellark's lair"

"Great joke"

"I'm serious, he said when I come over tonight, to bring you with me"

"Great," Gale huffs, "Katniss, I like you a lot, so please take my warning, do not go. You're a smart girl, you know how Peet is by what little you've seen of him. It's not worth it plus I don't want me and Madge to be picking side when you end up broken hearted because I really like her and I don't-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there because, I was never planning on going and because I have no intention what so ever to do anything with Peeta other than talk and maybe not even that," I cut in, making sure he knows where I stand.

"Really?" Gale lifts his eyebrow in doubt.

"Really, and Madge is right, Peeta isn't my type" I smile at him, trying to calm his nerves.

"When you getworried-" she puts a finger between his eyebrows, -"you get a tiny V right here. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen"

He smiles at her like she is his world the kisses her softly on the lips. I take that as my cue to leave.

"I gotta go to class," I mutter trying not to ruin their moment and run to class, trying to avoid getting wet as much as possible.

Darker grey spots form on my grey sweater but other than that, I make it to class more or less dry. I find my seat, smack in the middle of the classroom and pull out my laptop, ready to start typing away as soon as the professor comes in. I'm absent mindlessly tracing the keys on my laptop when someone sits next to me, making me jump slightly.

"You're coming tonight right?" Peeta smirks running a hand through his messy dark blonde hair, obviously trying to seduce me. However, the only thing I do is scowl.

"Why are you here?"

"The same thing as you"

"Your not even in this class"

"On the contrary, Mockingjay, I am, it's just I sit all the way in the back," he says using his thumb to point behind his back.

If looks could kill, I would be a one hundred year old corpse with the death glares that the group of girl gathered in the back of the classroom are throwing me.

"I'm not going," I shrug and open up a new document on my computer.

"Why?"

"'Cause I don't want to" He leans in so close that I can feel his breathing against my face. "What did I do for you to despise me so much?"

After a moment of scowling, I sigh and my shoulders deflate.

"Nothing"

"Good then you'll be coming tonight," he smiles crookedly and leans back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

"I'm not going to have sex with you," I mutter as professor Coin walks in and the class quiets down.

"I'm not expecting you to"

"I only want to be your friend, so no funny business, got it?" I whisper making sure I put a lot of emphasis on the word friend.

"Okay then, Mockingjay," he winks at me then turns his attention to the front of the classroom.

I roll my eyes but the twitch at the corners of my mouth betray me. During the length of class, Peeta kept switching his attention from my laptop screen to Coin then back to my screen. As much as Coin's lecture is interesting, I can't concentrate on a word she says. Not when I can feel the warmth of Peeta's body radiating from him, or when I can see, from the corner of my eye, how his biceps nearly rip the thin material of his t-shirt. I was about to tell him to quit making so much noise by tapping on the desk, when Coin dismissed us. I slammed my laptop shut, stuffed it in my bag and raced outside in wrap speed and when I almost convinced he lost my trail, Peeta strides right along side me. He's about to say something when a tall, busty brunette walks by, biting her lip and looking lustfully at Peeta.

"I'll see you at my place tonight, Mockingjay," he says while checking out the girl then turning around and walking after her.

I watch the two and shake my head in disgust. Peeta says something and she laughs like she's high on laughing gas and runs a hand down his chest. He covers her hand with his and then leans in and whispers something and she blushes then nods and he walks off, leaving her giggling and blushing. I sigh. Poor girl.

Sighing, and feeling a tiny bit of pity for that poor deluded girl, I turn a corner on my way to my dorm. Madge and my biology study partner turned friend, Johanna, a standing near the doors to the dormitory, waiting for me. Madge and Jo are what you'd call polar opposite, where Madge is open and sweet, Johanna is secretive and sarcastic. Madge's straight, long blonde hair contrasts with Johanna's brown layered bob but despite their obvious differences, they get along like two peas in a pod.

"If I would've know you were so desperate for dick, I would've set you up with someone, no need to go after Peeta Mellark," Johanna jokes with a quirk of her eyebrow.

"Y'know, your just making it worse, like Gale says what Peeta can't have, he wants," Madge says honestly, rearranging the books in her arms.

"So basically your telling me to sleep with him?"

"It would definitely save you the headache," she shrugs then laughs.

"Well then, I guess I'm halfway there since I basically agreed to going to his place tonight with you"

Madge and Johanna exchange looks of pure shock.

"Your actually gonna go?" Johanna asks slowly.

"We agreed that I wasn't there for sex and that he would stop flirting so, just friends," I reply with a smile, walking past them and up to my dorm room.

I drop my bag on my desk chair and flop in the bed. There are two ways tonight could go. Either Peeta finds me appealing and goes back on his word and flirts with me, or he finds me boring and treats me like a friend and a friend only. To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure which option I felt most comfortable with.

A few hours later, Madge comes knocking on my door, ready to take me to Gale and Peeta's place.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Madge looks at me wide eyed and gaping.

"My favourite, comfortable clothes!" I grin down at my outfit.

I've thrown on my Philly Flyers hockey jersey, some black leggings and my oldest pair of chucks. My hair is in a messy braid and I've taken out my contacts and put on my big square, black leopard glasses on.

"Go change Katniss, I'll wait for you," Madge says trying to walk into my dorm.

I slam my hand on the door frame blocking her entrance.

"Nope, I'm going like this, I'm not trying to impress anyone so let's go"

I pull the door shut behind and walk down the hall of the dorms.

"And she said she wasn't trying to impress anyone," Madge mutters behind me.

I choose to ignore it.

It's a flawless plan. If I show up to his place, looking like a slob and just 'one of the guys', Peeta will lose interest in me and if he really just wants to be friends then perfect, job done.

"Your little scheme isn't going to work," Madge exhales as we walk towards Gale's apartment, "he's gonna see right through it and then you can bet your ass that he will chase you even more"

I shrug and follow her up the stairs.

"We'll see"

Before Madge can even begin to knock, Gale swings the door open and steps out to take her into a huge bear hug and kiss her lips. He picks her up the takes her straight to his room, leaving me stunned and awkward outside the door. I step inside the apartment and sit on the nearest recliner, playing with the tip of my braid.

"About time you showed up," Peeta says, sitting in front on the sofa opposite me.

"Yeah, I tried to start my history paper that Coin gave us but I just couldn't bring myself to type anymore after the second paragraph"

"I can help you"

"Yeah, okay," I snort.

"What? Just because I'm covered in tattoos and fight for money doesn't mean I can't get A's in nearly all my classes?" He smirks, lifting an eyebrow.

"Your kidding," I laugh not believe a single word from his mouth.

"It's actually true, this bastard is pretty smart, which pisses me off so much since I'm thick as fucking bricks," Gale groans when him and Madge come out of his room.

"See? So, do you want my help or not?"

"It's fine, thanks for your generous offer but I'll do it by myself," I cross my legs and notice that he hasn't reacted to my appearance, he just seems pretty comfortable. "But if your such a genius, then why didn't you get a scholarship?"

"I did, but not a full one. Plus I have books, food and rent to pay so I fight"

"Couldn't you find some other way to earn money? Something less violent?"

"Easy pay," he says with a shrug. "Getting beaten up doesn't sound very easy," I laugh, shifting position on the recliner.

"It's pretty simple, they punch you dodge. You study their moves then find their weakness and you attack"

"Maybe I should start fighting, it sounds so easy"

"They'd have to go through me first," he says, his face completely serious then he finally looks at my outfit and smiles. "I like what your wearing, even if the Flyers are a shitty team, most girls don't come here like that"

"The Flyers are were family team so shut up and also, I'm not trying to impress you or make you like my outfit. I feel comfortable in this so I'm wearing it to a friends house" I shrug and tug on my jersey, trying to cover up my legs as much as possible, when my stomach makes a feral growl. My cheeks burn red and Peeta laughs, standing up and offering his hand.

"Come on let's eat"

"I'm not dressed to eat out..."

I look down at my clothes now embarrassed.

"You look fine," he says still with his hand extended towards me.

I stand up by myself and look at Madge and Gale who are tangled in an embrace.

"You guys coming?"

"Um, actually we were going to spend some time together alone but if you want me to come...?" Just by the way she said that, I know it's the last thing she wants.

"No, no it's fine, I'll-"

Before I can finish my sentence, Peeta grabs my hand unexpectedly and drags out of the apartment and down to the parking lot. He stops near a shiny black motorcycle and smiles broadly at me.

"Isn't she a beauty? Harley-Davidson Softail Breakout"

"Um, that's nice but can we use Gale's truck or something? I'm not too comfortable with motorcycles," I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest.

"No way," he says, throwing one leg over the huge vehicle then looks at me and smirks. "Even though that pout is damn cute, stop being such a girl, I'll go slow okay?"

I punch his arm, scowling then sit behind him, clutching the sides of the seat like a life line. Peeta holds my wrists and brings them to his chest, making me feel his heartbeat and a deep rumble as he chuckles when I try to pull away.

"It's better if you hold onto me, Mockingjay!" He shouts over the roar of the engine and speeds off.

The whole ride I remain with my eyes clenched shut and squeal every time he makes a sharp turn or zig zags between cars to avoid traffic. When we arrive at the place Peeta is taking me to eat, I almost throw myself of the bike and kiss the floor. I hold onto a streetlight and wait for my legs to no longer feel like rubber, all the while, Peeta laughs, wiping tears from his eyes.

"It's not funny!" I shout, shoving his chest when he comes near me. "You jerk! You said you'd go slow!"

"I'm sorry... But... You face! It's priceless! You look like you've seen a ghost!" He says in between fits of laughter, making me even more pissed off.

"No, not a ghost, my damn death!" I growl before storming off into a diner called Greasy Sae's.

"I'm sorry, Mockingjay, I didn't mean for you to get scared or angry, I won't do it again" Peeta tries to put his hand over my shaky ones, however my scowl makes him change his mind.

We give our order to the waitress, who in my opinion needs to stop batting her eyelashes so much, and stay silent. My mood going from bad to worse, until Peeta clears his throat and looks at me with those sky blue eyes.

"So you're from Philadelphia?" Peeta eyes still trained on my face.

"Yeah how'd you know?"

"You said the Flyers were a family team so I guessed. What made you come all the way here?"

I shrug.

"Why do you hate me?"

My head snaps up and I see genuine hurt in his eyes.

"I-I don't hate you?"

"But you don't exactly like me," he chuckles sadly.

"I don't like being treated like an object just because I have a... Y'know," I whisper, feeling my ears catching fire.

"Know what?" he whispers back.

"A-a you know what Peeta!" He furrows his brows and looks at me quizzically.

"Urgh! A v-vagina..." I growl through my teeth, keeping my eyes on the table, knowing my face is the same bright red.

When I look at Peeta, he makes a weird noise at the back of his throat, then he hauls with laughter, banging his fist on the table.

"Okay... We are... Officially friends... I don't care what you say, little bird" He says in between fits of laughter.

"Good, my plan worked then," I smile, playing with the salt on the table. "I came here for a fresh start. What about you?"

"I actually live an hour or so from here. My dad would chop my balls off before ever letting me move away any further," her mumbles as our food is set on the table.

This time I laugh.

"And she laughs!" Peeta gasps, making me laugh harder. "On the contrary to what you may believe, I still listen to my dad and respect him"

"Oh, he has a heart!" I imitate him by gasping.

"Ha, ha. Do you listen to your parents or are you a rebel at heart?" He asks taking a bite of his bacon burger.

"My dad died and my mum left me but does listening to my uncle and my younger sister count?" I joke, trying to push away the lump that still forms in my throat with the thought of them.

"I'm-" he tries to apologise but I shrug it off.

"He died when I was ten, I'm okay," I lie.

"My mum died when I was five," he says, drinking his beer. "Anyway, I have four brothers, Posy, Vick, Liam and Brendan."

"So that's where you learnt how to fight..." I joke tapping my chin.

"That and-" Peeta explanation got blocked when a bunch of guys at the back of the diner, all of them from the football team, burst out laughing. Peeta clenches his jaw and fists, as he narrows his eyes at them.

"What?" I ask, blushing, yet again.

"Don't worry, they aren't laughing at you, they're laughing at me"

"Why?" I stuff some fries in my mouth before my stomach eats itself.

"This is my first time taking a girl out"

"What!" I choke on my fries.

However, coming to think of it, I've never seen Peeta with any girl other than at college. Maybe this actually is his first time taking a girl out.

"But you're not-"

The team laughs louder and someone wolf whistles, my blush only deepens.

"One second," he says before standing up.

The noise of chairs scraping the floor fills the diner as the football team push each other and hurry to get away before Peeta can lay his hands on them. Peeta mutters something under his breathe then sits back down and smiles at me.

"So, you were saying?"

"Um, your not taking a girl out. You're eating with a friend, two different things"

"I get it, your not going to sleep with me!" he laughs before taking another healthy bite of his burger.

"Nope, never"

"Never say never," he smirks.

"Let's agree to disagree okay?" I roll my eyes and we carry on talking for the rest of the night.

Author's note: If you guys didn't see it on the summary, this is based off this awesome book I read by Jaime McGuire called Beautiful Disaster. I know I should be finishing the other fanfics that I've started but man, this one was calling me in my sleep...