Heya peoples! So, I decided to take a break from my other fanfics for a bit. Here is a fanfiction I wrote while listening to the song Leader of the pack by The Shangri-Las.

read. rate .review. be jolly and eat sticky rice!

I sat behind the bleachers outside while the rest of my gym mates ran around playing soccer. I'm currently hiding from that skeeze-bag Joseph Morelli. He's been asking me out for over three months now, not taking the big fat NO WAY's I've been throwing at him. My best friend, Mary Lou, told me she heard that he had gone out with Joyce Barnhardt for about 2 days before he went after me. Joyce is known for her... loose morals. Go figure Joe would try to fix his reputation by going out with goodie-goodie Plum. That's me. My name is Stephanie Plum. I am 17, I have crazy, curly brown hair and bright blue eyes, currently 5'5 and still growing. I am in my senior year of highschool and am a straight A student who does no wrong. Not that I get the chance. My mother would have my head on a platter the minute it happened; burg gossip vine and all.

I picked at my black converse high tops and cursed our gym uniforms. Stupid tight grey t-shirt and black short-shorts, not to mention the ridiculous knee high socks. I just want to put on my jeans and t-shirt. These uniforms are made for girls like Joyce; thin with long legs and a bigger chest. I'm not heavy but I sure as hell am not dainty. I have an okay body, I just have plenty of curve. Mary Lou had pulled my hair into a braid for class, not that it mattered. I was getting twitchy. I suddenly realized I hadn't had a tasty cake in almost three days!

I heard a fit of laughter at the other end of the bleachers. I stood and slowly made my way over to the sound. I was greeted by a group of...boys? No. Men. I had seen them around. They weren't "bad" kids, they just got pinned by the jocks a lot. I was going to just walk back over to my corner but I saw one of them with a box of tasty cakes, scolding the others.

"You can't eat this shit. It will kill you." I couldn't see him. His back was turned, but he was tall and broad shouldered. His sleek, black hair that was pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck. He stalked towards a trash can and before I could stop myself...

"STOP!" I yelled, and suddenly clapped a hand over my mouth. The group of guys all looked at me in shock. Oh, Crap. "I mean... you can't just throw them away." I said looking at my feet. I heard laughter and then big black boots stood toe to toe with mine. My nose was filled with the most amazing scent, clean and manly and HOT! I looked up, my eyes meeting a grey covered stomach and then pecs and then mocha skin and then... holy crap! I was standing in front of a god. He had classic Latin good looks; dark hair, dark eyes, straight nose, full lips.

"Is that so?" he asked in a dark, smooth voice. And boy did it sound like there was a promise in there somewhere.

"...uh..." I couldn't speak. I immediately blushed and wished for some distance, or to hide my face in his chest. Suddenly I heard a call from behind me that was all too familiar.

"Plum? Is that you?" Joe called getting closer. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to see him, but I couldn't just run. I looked around wide eyed for options. My chin was grabbed by warm fingers and my face was tilted so that I was looking into the dark eyes of Mister Tasty Cake. His eyes were warm and suddenly his lips were on mine. I melted against him immediately. His lips were warm and firm and hungry. His hand wound into my hair, the other around my waist. My arms snaked up around his neck. My chest was tight against his and I was filled with want. I wanted more of this stranger. So, I asked for more by opening my lips slightly. He responded immediately by plunging his tongue inside. He searched every crevice, found every curve. I moaned into him and my hands trailed into his hair, stroking the thick locks. I wanted to cling to him tighter but realized we couldn't be any closer.

"Plum?" Joe asked incredulously. I pulled away to breathe. It sounded more like a sigh. I turned but Tasty Cake kept his arm around my waist and began kissing my neck softly. I went weak kneed when he nipped.

"Can I help you Morelli? I am obviously busy." I said knowing my lips were red and puffy and that my breathing was erratic and my cheeks pink. I tried to sound snippy but it came out a little too breathy.

"Holy shit, Steph! What are you doing?" He asked in his thick Jersey accent.

"I thought it was kind of obvious." I moaned as my neck was nipped again. My hand went back into his hair as I leaned into his chest.

"But..."

"Jesus Joe. I'm busy and I have made it very clear that WE are NEVER going to happen. Go back to Joyce and leave me the hell alone." I snapped.

He turned red and huffed away. Suddenly the kisses stopped and I whimpered. Crap, I actually whimpered. I turned towards my helper.

"Umm... Thanks for that. I should... class. Yeah, class." I turned tail and ran back to class, tripping once because of my weak knees.

Holy crap. That actually just happened. Holy crap! Joe will tell everyone... MY MOTHER IS GOING TO KILL ME!

hope you liked it! This is my first BABE fanfic. Be on the look out for more.