White had never had a single vacation in her life, none at all. Ever since her father died on a plane coming back from a business trip, her mother never felt the need to leave the peaceful town of Nuvema. Her father had died when she was only three, now twenty-one, White was ready to actually do something with her life.

No one knows about her devilish travel plans, not even her mother. Well, of course she wouldn't know! The woman would flip out and keep her locked up in her room like a princess in a tower, minus the mile length hair.

Everyone in her small little neighborhood thought she was just walking the three long miles up to Accumula Town to meet up with Cheren, her childhood friend. He would then drive them to Icirrus City to attend Dragonspiral Tower University. Little did anyone know, White was trekking the whole trip there.

And she was going to take the longest route possible.

All on foot (maybe a bus ride or two).

Everyone needs some adventure in their life, no? She was just grabbing the bull by the horns and grasping a little too tightly.

Letting out a well needed sigh, White clutched the straps to her black backpack and stared out at the environment before her. She was walking along a dirt path that lay next to the highway; cars zoomed by, casually making small dust clouds. Each driver would turn their torso to get a good look at the lonely hitchhiker, none of them stopping to offer a ride, of course.

Why would they?

Isn't picking up a hitchhiker illegal or something? Oh well, she didn't want, no, need a ride anyway.

Accumula Town was only a few minutes ahead; there were bound to be some rest stops. Any town along the busy highway would, unless people weren't in the mood to make some serious money.

Just before the brown haired girl could get carried away into her thoughts of eating, relieving her bladder, and maybe even hitching a ride in some public transportation, an Accumula Town sign came into view, signaling that the actual town was right ahead.

White practically began to skip gleefully once she passed the sign, past the looming trees, and came to the warm sight of the small highway town. The dirt path that she had been walking on now turned into evenly cut grass (which kind of helped cushion her feet since she had just been walking on rocks and dirt).

It took a short period of time, only two minutes, to walk into the small place that barely made the cut to be called a town. Very few homes were stationed in the town, (it mostly consisted of greasy restaurants, small gas stations, and a hotel) it wasn't really a place fit for raising a family, though many people were still out and about.

The faint humming feeling between White's thighs was growing slowly, signaling that she would soon need to scope out a bathroom, but that could wait until after she got something to munch on.

That anxious feeling to satisfy her bodies need floated throughout her once again, causing her to hurriedly prance to one of the gas stations in the town, preferably the once with the cheapest price for gas.

A low gas price means low prices for other merchandise, right?

Too bad, so sad. Even if the prices on some measly snacks weren't two cents cheaper than the opposing store she wasn't going to up and leave. Plus, the young girl already had her hands on a box of protein bars, saltine crackers, a white chocolate candy bar (everyone deserves a nice treat), and a good sized water bottle.

Sauntering over to the counter, White placed her four items down, casually smiling at the old worker. After returning the smile he scanned each item, the machine beeping after item.

"That'll be $11.36 please." The man said quietly, smiling still to reassure her that he wasn't some cranky old goon.

Removing the backpack from her shoulders, she set it on the counter in front of her so she could access the pockets easily. Unzipping the smallest one, she fished around only to pull out a bright blue credit card. Smiling back at the man she handed the card over to his grasp.

White had her whole money situation planned out, quite well if you ask her. Four credit cards were in her possession, each tucked away in a different place on her form. Two of them resided in different sections of her backpack, one was in the back pocket of her short shorts, and the last one was tucked away comfortably (yes, comfortably) in her bra.

A girl's gotta do what a girls gotta do!

Though, credit cards weren't the only thing that she had. White also has around $300 scattered around her as well. If needed be, she could always strut into the nearest bank and pull out some more, hopefully that won't be the case. She had to save some of her well earned cash for school, after all.

Getting back to her well planned plan, White hides her money all over her body so in case some idiot steals her pack (maybe even her shorts [creeps these days!]) she won't be totally useless. Let's face it, no one's safe anymore, guys will take advantage of a young girl walking along the highway any day, at least she took a self defense class three months prior.

"Thank you," She responded warmly, her blue orbs shining with delight as the man handed her her things. "I'm truly going to need all of this!"

The polite clerk chuckled under his breath. "Oh really? You taking a long trip?"

White was always one to make conversation with anyone who obliged, her bubbly personality would soon get the best of her.

"Yessir! I'm getting my butt up to Icirrus City."

Mildly surprised, the man's eyes widened. "Icirrus City you say? Why are you heading all the way up there?"

"Dragonspiral Tower University,"

Raising his hand to interrupt her, he chuckled. "Ahh, congratulations for getting into such a high ranking school! You must be quite the cookie to make it into that brainiac school."

"You could say that," She giggled, blushing at the implied compliment. "Well thank-"

Before the brunette could even finish her sentence she was rudely pushed forward into the counter, the forceful nudge made her drop her bags, spilling the recently bought contents onto the floor. Not only did her current position give the old man a nice look at her chest, but it also gave the man behind her (who fell onto the floor after he tripped and smacked into her) a fantastic view of her butt (as any male on planet Earth would say).

Well isn't that just fantastic.

Trying to ignore the old coot that was practically drinking in her cleavage, a blushing White turned her head to look over her shoulder at the person who was scuffling behind her. Said boy was trying his best to pick up her scattered things while stealing glances at her behind, which only caused her to blush the darkest shade of red her body could manage.

After a few more seconds of being frozen in embarrassment, White finally found the strength to move. Immediately, she propped herself back onto her feet, pulling the neckline of her shirt up, and huffing in annoyance. "I hope you enjoyed the show," She hissed at the man behind the counter. "And you," She hissed again, turning around to face the man who caused all of this. "I hope the view of my butt enlightened you, because this whole scene pissed the shit out of me!"

"I'm terribly sorry," He replied, not looking at her as he picked up her scattered things. "Accidents happen."

Huffing once again, she crossed her arms over her chest in an annoyed manner.

"On the plus side, it's not like it was anything special to really look at."

Oh hell no.

Not only did White's mouth practically fall open at his rude comment, her fists clenched so tightly she could practically hear the skin rip over her knuckles.

"Don't throw a hissy fit because I didn't gape at your butt." He mumbled. "Though, by the line of drool dripping out of this mans mouth, your chest must be a sight to see."

She was utterly speechless, did anyone have any manners anymore?

Once every item was back in the plastic bag, the boy placed his hands on the ground behind him and swiftly pushed himself to his feet, handing her the bag once he was standing. Dusting of his dark black jeans, he finally lifted his head.

He was breathtaking.

Minty green hair framed his creamy face, the tendrils flowing perfectly down the sides. It was cut short enough to pass his ears while the back covered his neck. People would call it an 'Emo haircut' but the lush green color made it seem otherwise. He was tall, insanely tall, he was flat out tall! Well, compared to the 5'4 girl, he probably had a good foot on her.

His attire consisted of black pants, a black undershirt, and a white shirt over it, buttoned up enough so you could see his well muscled chest. The collar was upturned to also help frame his gorgeous face. A black stud was pierced through the bottom right corner of his lip, only making him look 10x's hotter than he already was. Black and white studded cuffs hung loosely on both wrists, his left one was accompanied by a few gold bands, and a simple black band fit snugly on his right thumb.

He was far from unattractive.

It shouldn't be surprising that a few imprudent girls were practically swimming in their own drool from behind the chip aisle.

Next were his eyes, beautiful orbs the color of green-ish teal. They were on the border line of being considered blue or green. The beautiful orbs clashed perfectly with his minty green hair, only forcing the colors to pop out even more. They were the color that any person would dream of having. Heck, they even looked beautiful when he was glaring smugly at her.

Wait, glaring?

Oh shit, stared too long.

"You best wipe your mouth or else you'll start drooling like the old bag behind you."

Clutching the bag he handed her before, White glared back at him. What gives this guy the right to be such a prick? Not only was he openly insulting her and the clerk, but he was acting as if it were nothing!

Bastard.

"You know, I'm usually a nice person, but I really kind of wish that when you tripped, you really kinda sort of fell into the pits of hell. That's where jack asses like you belong."

Thinking that nothing could really piss her off anymore, this dick found a way to do it.

He freaking smirked at her.

Quickly swiping his tongue over his bottom lip and (super hot looking) stud, his smirk widened. His eyes gleamed impishly, shining with mischief.

He was enjoying this?

"Feisty. You know, your personality practically oozes off of you. You know what that means?"

He somehow had her cornered against the counter, his strong arms on either side, trapping the blushing girl. He enjoyed the little grunt she made as her only reply, refusing to say anything. Well, she didn't want to talk, eh? How about torturing her a little more then?

Ever so slowly, he brought his face down so their cheeks were almost touching. Being the 'jackass' he is, he blew out a cool breath against her ear, enjoying the shiver she made in response.

"It means that you might be quite enjoyable in the sack."

"Ok, ok! I've had enough of this," The old man behind them intervened, bless him. "Leave the lady be and get out of my shop!"

Breathing huskily against the hollow of her throat, the green haired boy grinned, pulling his frame away from her petite one. All he could do was chuckle when she let out a heavy breath, signaling to him that he definitely intimidated her.

Good.

"Whatever you say," He mumbled as he strode out the door, throwing White a dark grin before walking out of view.

Letting out a relived sigh, White turned back to the old man, thanking him for sticking up for her (not for ogling over her chest), and left the gas station, ready to embark on her hike. Finally, she can be back on the road that leads to her well awaited future!

The burning in her bladder said otherwise.

As fast as she could, she scuttled to the nearest restaurant (she really didn't want to see the perverted man anymore) and ran straight to the bathroom, getting a few looks from the customers all the while.

Especially a certain green haired boy who was sipping his coffee nonchalantly.

~X~

"What would you like to order?" A shy voice mumbled in a manner that the speaker probably thought was cute.

How wrong she was, little brat sounded annoying in his ears.

"Coffee. Black."

His reply was numb, bland, hopefully getting the point across that he wasn't interested.

"Sure thing!" She chimed, adding a giggle to boost her 'cuteness'.

Releasing the air in his lungs, he drummed his fingers against the marble table. All thoughts of his earlier encounter with that blue eyed brunette bitch kept popping into his mind. No matter how hard he tried to think of something else, she just kept swimming back into the depths of his thoughts.

Bitch.

What gives her the right to be his main concern? Nothing. She was an annoying little twat that got all whiney when two men looked at her curves.

Big flipping whoop.

Men look at girls. Big deal. Isn't that why girls feel the need to dress themselves up in appropriate attire (if low cut tops, skin tight jeans, hell maybe even a thong count as appropriate)? Don't they need to feel looked at, or whatever. Hell, how was he supposed to know?

He's the looker, not the look-ey.

So there's really no reason for her to get so pissed about him taking a sneak peek at her ass, now is there? She should feel proud that he even looked at it! Any of the other girls who were currently gawking over him now would be.

Hell, he was used to this kind of treatment by now. He was always getting looked at, drooled over, whispered about, and even touched inappropriately by some of the braver girls. Though, they regretted doing that very soon afterwards.

Then a soft, trying to be cute voice woke him out of his reverie.

"Sorry for the wait," She giggled, placing the mug in front of him. "Made a fresh pot just for you!"

Grunting his thanks, he gave the blushing waitress a glare and grunted once more when she finally left him in peace. Though she gave him a snort of disgust once he rejected her, apparently she was too good for him.

Self righteous bitch.

Though he shouldn't have said anything just yet, not until he heard a familiar voice flutter through his ears, the voice of the very girl who told him to 'trip and fall into the depths of hell'.

Lifting his eyes from the white mug, he found the familiar sight of the brunette rushing through tables and waitresses to the bathroom. She would mutter simple 'excuse me's and 'sorry' to basically everyone that passed.

Polite little…

"Are you finished sir? Or would you like to place another order?"

"No."

He replied, his smooth voice meeting the ears of the waitress who only five minutes ago was huffing and puffing. When she tried to reply again, he gave her his signature glare, leaving her to fume again.

Once he got over the cruel thoughts on how he could shut that girl up, his favorite little specimen walked out of the bathroom, a smile across her features.

Disgusting.

How can she be so happy looking, all she did was take a piss, or maybe she changed her overly tight tampon, but that's beside the point. It purely pissed him off that she was so freaking happy, smiling like no shit went down just a while ago. God, did he just want to get up and tear that prissy little smile off of her face.

His eyes followed her as she walked out of the little pub, walked along the street, and then steered off towards the highway.

So she's hitchhiking, eh?

That's the only plausible reason she's walking along the side of the busiest highway in Unova, especially in the direction that she's heading. The only things along that road are trees and cheap motels for thirty-seven long miles. Well, until you hit Striaton City.

Why in the world is she heading up there?

Didn't the old coot in the Gas Station say something about her going to Dragonspiral Tower University? That's a three day travel by car and possibly a month long by foot, what the hell is wrong with this chick?

So, he just had to find out.

Leaving a ten dollar bill on the table (that should shut the waitress up, she gets a nine dollar tip over one lousy cup of coffee), he stood from his seat, and headed out to his precious Forest Green 2011 Ford Super Duty, possibly the only thing he'll ever love in this world.

A freaking truck.

Lame.

Growling, he slammed his keys into the ignition, moaned as the car roared to life, and hightailed his ass out of the parking lot (ignoring the high pitched squealing of and old woman telling him to slow down).

Cruising down the street and on to the onramp, he sped up significantly (moaning once again as the truck purred in response) to merge onto the highway. Thank god no cars were around him, changing lanes bugged the shit out of him.

Five minutes was all it took to see the brunette strutting along the dirt path next to the not so busy highway. Her hair swayed from side to side with each step, her hips doing the same. Licking his lips at the sight of it, he casually slowed down to pull up next to her.

Rolling down the darkened passenger window, he let his suave, dark voice rumble. Enjoying the sight of the slight tremble of her shoulders once the sound met her creamy ears.

"Do you happen to need a ride?"