Midnight

"Scarlett, hurry up." My mother hisses back at me, as my short 7 year old legs struggle to keep up with her in this brutally cold weather. Shes basically dragging my by my wrist, her hold like steel, and painfully wrenching my arm.

"Mom, mom, where are we going?" Even at 7 I called my mother mom. She has expressed in many ways her hatred for the term mother in general but especially "Mommy" so she tolerated "mom."

"Just shut up and keep up, girl." She retorts angrily. I say nothing more, knowing better than to argue as we walk a few more blocks down the freezing streets of New York City. I look around, confused because we are no were near where we live, in the poor streets of The Bronx. Instead we are in a very rich seeming area. I don't have time to think any more about it when he stop abruptly. I look up at a huge building. New York Buildings are big, but this is enormous. My mother bends, down her pretty but, mean face close to mine. "Scarlett, you are going to walk into this building, you are going to tell the man at the desk that you have come to see Dimitri Ilosyvic, you are going to tell him that you are his daughter. Do you understand?" She says sternly.

I nod and ask hesitantly, "Mom when will I see you again."

"Soon. Go inside." She says before leaving me alone in front of this unknown place, and walking back the way we came.

I watch her leave and walk inside the building feeling the wonderful heat, melting the snow stuck to my coat. I walk straight up to the desk, and sniffle looking up at the man behind the desk, "Excuse me, Mister, I'm looking for Dimitri Illosyvich. He's my father." I wipe my nose and the man behind the desks eyes get real wide as he stares down at me. I tilt my head, "Mister please, can you help me?" I sneeze and rub my nose again. He stands and crosses to me, giving me his coat and looks down at me.

"Wear this, to keep you warm, and follow me miss." We walk to a nearby elevator and he presses the button. the doors open and inside it nice and shiny, and clean. He goes to press the button and I look up at him.

"Can I press the button, please?" He looks down surprised, for some reason and nods,

"The penthouse." He says, I guess i look confused cause he points to the biggest button with a long word on it.

I look up at it and sigh, "Oh. I cant reach that, sir." I tell him sadly. He crouches in front of me much like my mother did a couple minutes ago but nothing but kindness in his face. He holds out his hands, in a 'May I?' manner. I nod once and he picks me up and I press the button he pointed to earlier. it lights up gold and he sets me down. As we zoom upward in the long elevator ride, I turn and look at him. "Scarlett Sardothien, and you are?" I ask him wonderingly. He looks surprised again as if no one has ever asked him such a simple question in his life.

"Its a pleasure to meet you, Miss Sardothien, My name is Henry Boudoix." He says with a little bow. I smile at him, "The pleasure is mine, Mr.Boudoix."

The doors to the elevator open and Henry steps out, and I follow. There is a short hallway, with paintings and art. We walk to the end, to a door. It has strange markings in it and Henry knocks. No one answer and he knocks again a little louder. I wonder why no ones answering when I realize its awfully late. Henry knocks a third time and the door opens and a man steps into view, tall and angry. I shrink back hiding behind Henry.

"Who the hell is knocking on my door at this infernal hour," The tall handsome man bellows, looking mad. He sees Henry and glares, "Henry what is the meaning of this?" he demands. Henry gives another little bow and apologizes.

"I am terribly sorry, sir, but you see this little girl, was all alone, and claims she is your daughter." Henry says eyes cast down, as the tall man glares, seeming taller and more terrifying."

"What are you talking about, there is no girl and even if the were-" He breaks off as I step into view, chin up defiantly and sticking out a hand.

"My name is Scarlett Sardothien, you must be Dimitri Ilosyvich." I tell him watching him cautiously. He looks at me eyes bugged out like he swallowed a spider.

"Come inside," He says after a while, "We must talk. You too Henry."

He opens the door wider and all three of us go in.

The inside is huge. I cant even think of a word to really describe it besides big and beautiful. Everything is black and white and is so clean and shiny. It all looks new, and for very rich people. Henry and I follow the man into, i think, a living room. The living room alone is larger than the old run down apartment mom and I live it, in The Bronx. He gestures for us to have a seat on one of the white couches and Henry looks uncomfortable but sits. I remain standing and watching the man. He looks young maybe 30, like mom. Even in his silk pj's he looks powerful, like a king in his palace. His pretty blue eyes narrow on me his mouth in a flat, hard line. We examine each other, as if we were gonna fight until he finally said, "Sit."

I shook my head no, "Ill get it dirty, sir. my coat is soaked."

he waves his hand and says again, "Sit, If it gets dirty, it doesn't matter." I reluctantly sit on the couch, and try not to touch too much of the couch. I grimace at the thought of what mother would do if she saw me like this. To settle my mind, I cross my legs, like mom does sometimes, she says its lady like.

He sits across from us in a big chair, meant for one person. It looks like a throne for a king.

He is the king, I think, and this is his castle.

"You claim you're my daughter," He says glaring at me, and its everything I can not to shrink backwards. I hold my head up and look him in his eyes,

"Yes." I say simply.

"Who told you this?" He asks, I sometimes saw crime scene show on the T.V., when mom remember to come home and pay the bills. The had stuff called, 'Interrogations' to question people. I feel like I'm being interrogated.

"My mother." I told him, and before he could ask i added, "Her name is Katherine Sardothien."

His forehead wrinkles, as if he is thinking hard about something, and he rises. "I need a drink." He says and disappears around the corner.

I sit still but soon become bored. I reach forward and get the t.v. remote with lots of buttons. I press the on button and start clicking random buttons.

The news pops up with a headline in all blocky letters, "YOUNG WOMAN PRONOUNCED DEAD AT 8TH AND MAIN ST." Young woman, hit by a black sedan, while jay walking across the street. Police have identified her as, Katherine Sardothein, age 25. Police have not been contacted-" I stare blankly at the screen and blink a couple times. I read it again, as if there is a mistake but there is none.

My mother is dead.

The man walks back in with a bottle and 2 glasses of a dark brown colored drink. He looks at me and Henry and our faces, "What happened?"

I turn and look up at him, face and eyes blank with shock, "My mother is dead."

Dimitri's POV

"My mother is dead." This little girl with beautiful intelligent eyes, looks me in my eyes, something not even a grown man would dare do, and tells me her mother is dead.

After, I might say, a wild claim that she is also my daughter, and her mother told her that.

I felt a headache brewing just thinking about the headlines if this got out. I went and got a bottle of brandy, and made a quick phone call to my private investigator to look up everything there is on Katherine Sardothein. All the information had no recognition to me, and i deducted that this was just a staged act, to try to get money from me.

It actually might have worked, in all honesty. This child, looked a bit like me, but not much. Blue eyes, black hair, and exotic. She was beautiful, which is an odd thing to say of a child, especially of a young age, but there was no other term to describe her. She was very polite and intelligent, surprisingly considering her appearance. All sticks and bones, she was painfully thin, the rags that were probably at one time clothes, hung off her, several sizes too big. For some odd reason, the fact that she looked so fragile, and innocent, made my heart tug in sympathy, from when I was a poor child running around in the streets of Romania, in nothing but rags, my belly always hungry. I shook my head at my ridiculous thoughts and focused on the child words.

"Is that why you came here because your mother died?" I ask her snidely. Inside i wince, from being so rude to this small child. Her eyes look wide and shocked.

"No, sir, w-we came here together. S-She told me to go inside and ask for you, and to tell you that you are my father," she says in a small voice, "And then she left, saying i'd see her soon. I- I think she just wanted money from you. We are very poor, and the landlord was gonna kick us out if we didn't give him the money we owe him. I guess i kinda look like you, but not really." She adds, as if stating that its snowing outside. "But, I turned on the Television and the news lady said that my mother was hit by a car." She finishes looking up at me. "I guess now {'m supposed to go to a orphanage now? My mother always said shed take me there if I was bad. She said its for parents who don't want their kids. But shes gone now so i guess I should go there."

I suddenly feel very angry, at this woman I have never met for telling a small child something like this. I blink in astonishment at this child, who makes my heart ache with sympathy. I decide right then and there she is mine, she is my child now. I mean I will need someone to take over the industry one day, too. I bend down in front of the child and place my hands on her shoulders, looking her in her eyes. "I would like you to stay here, with me, if you would like." I tell her sincerely, "You could have anything you want." I add as if to sway her.

She tilts her head in a bird like way, as if thinking. "Would you be my father? I don't have one." She asks me sounding honestly curious.

I blink, hearing the term out loud but nod hesitantly, "If you would like, but you could call me dad." I tell her surprising myself.

"Can I call you daddy?" She asks me curiously.

"I would like that." I tell her honestly. "What do you say, will you stay here with me?" She steps forward and hugs me around the neck.

"I will, Daddy" she says into my neck.

"Fiica, my daughter." I answer into her hair.

10 years later

Ring, ring, ring.

The bell signaling that you're fucked, cause your not in class, is ringing again. I roll my eyes at the people, basically running, to the class they should already be in. I honestly don't care, so I walk purposely slow.

I don't give a damn about this school so why would I bother trying?

My class is just around the corner, Government. I f*****g hate it. First all the rich snot nosed b*****s are in there, talking about how much their daddy's spent on their plastic b***s and noses. I want to break that fake nose just to make them spend another couple grand. That and in government all Mr.Buttle (Mr.Butthole as I like to call him) Talks non stop about the richest men in the world, politics, and company, My father being one of those.

I sigh inwardly as I round the corner and walk into the room. 24 pairs of eyes zero in on me. I walk in chin up glaring at anyone who dares to look in my eyes. Only the Queen B***h does so. Not even her brainwashed minions do. She sniffs like she smelled something nasty and I roll my eyes.

Basic Barbie B***h.

I go sit down in the very back row, in the corner. There are only 3 seats back here that are vacant. I switch between them occasionally just because of boredom. Anyone close to me automatically scoots their desks forward a few inches. I keep the bored look on my face but smirk inwardly.

Little sheep, so afraid of the wolf?

The little b***h raises her hand, princess style, and arches her back pushing her fake b***s out so that Butthole notices. He immediatly calls on her, "Yes, Miss.Blake?"

"Mr.Buttle, Scarlett just interrupted class by being late, Shouldn't she apologize to all of us?" Yeah, She really just wants me to apologize to her, ha. She asks in her nasally voice, batting her lashes at him and looking at me smug.

I want to wipe that smug look off her face.

He looks at the fake b***h and turns to me, nodding. "Yes, that's true, Miss Sardothien, will you stand up, please, and apologize for interrupting the class?"

I smile sharply, and the few people near me cringe. I stand and put on my backpack, that has my biker stuff in it, not even any school work. I stride to the front of the class, my combat boots heavy on the marble floors of St Angelicas Private School, And go to the front of the class, directly in front of The Queen B***h herself...

And punch her in her nose. The fake plastic one that, 'Daddy bought me for my 16th birthday' She shrieks in horror, and pain,  as If I stabbed her and covered her bleeding nose with her hand and looked at me in pain and hatred. I smirk down at her, "Sorry I didn't punch you harder, B***h."

Her eyes bug out like she wanted to slap me. I hope she does, cause I will f**k all her s**t up. "You'll pay for this, Sardothien." she hisses her nose sounding stuffed up, no doubt from blood.

I grin bending down and pushing my face in hers, "No I wont, Daddy will. And you can snitch to whoever you want, cause honestly? I don't give a flying rats a*s. You know why? Because no matter how much money you flaunt, none of its yours. It's all your Daddies money, you spoiled little s**t." I tilt my head when she looks at me, gaping like a fish. "Nothing to say, B***h? Well I do, I am The Head B***h around here, so you better stay the f**k away from me, or I'll break your new nose the hard way." I look down at her visible cleavage, "Maybe I'll pop one of those fake tits while I'm at it. I wonder, will they pop like a water balloon, or a regular balloon?" I snap my sharp perfectly straight white teeth at her with a wolfish grin as I straighten looking her in her eyes, and scan her eyes. She looks like she's about to s**t her pants, and turn to the class, "And you can all go f**k yourselves." I flip all of them the bird x2 and turn to Mr.Butthole whose cowering near his desk. "Have a horrible day!" I say turning and going into the hallway, ready to book it before security gets down here after all that noise.

I stride down the hall quickly before someone calls the headmistress, and as I round the corner, I bump into something hard. Hands go around my waist, warm, large hands, a slow reaction later, I take a step back fists raised, growling. I look up at the person I bumped into and pause. The chest I bumped into belonged to a male model, no a God. 6 ft to my 5'2" he was tall, muscled, and lean. He was wearing timberland, which surprised me cause most guys at this richie, rich school wore loafers, or expensive leather shoes. He was wearing faded blue jeans, but obviously designer, and a white tee-shirt, and leather jacket. I looked up at his tan face and saw a mega watt smile, teeth perfect and white, strong chin, and nose, and, oh his eyes. Storm gray, and smiling, with a hint of amusement. His hair was tousled and chestnut brown, like he just got out of bed.

I instantly dislike him. He still looks like every guy at this horrible school.

"Hey, Sorry that was my fault." He says, not sounding at all sorry. I narrow my eyes, glaring at him. "You can put those down," He add nodding toward my raised fists.

"I'd rather not." I tell him, sharply. He raises a brow and his smile gets wider, amused.

"Well, can you at least help me out?" He asks. Probably wants a kiss, or a f**k in the bathroom.

"No." I say flatly trying to move around him. He blocks me again and i blow out a breath frustrated. "Move out of my way, or you'll be eating your teeth." I tell him, menacingly.

He laughs and I am stunned. Who is this man? I narrow my eyes. "Come on, Help the newbie out. I just have to get to Mr.Buttle's class." I burst out laughing and he looks at me, surprised and confused.

"Yeah, now I really can't help you." I smirk and point to the door I just came from. "There is his class, but I wouldn't walk in there if I were you." he looks at me still confused and opens his mouth but just then I see 2 security guards running towards us.

S**t. They found me. If I wasn't talking to this alteta, prince, I'd be gone by now.

I salute the alteta, "Well its been fun bonding but," I say sarcastically, "I gotta go now." I look behind him at the rapidly gaining security guards, and he turns to look and turns to face where I was seconds before but I''m already gone. I sprint down the hallway going to the emergency exit stairs and slide down the railings, hopping floors until I reach the first floor. I look up to see they are still pursuing me and grin, "See you later, suckers." And push through the door, hearing the fire alarm blare behind me before sprinting to my black custom Ducatti Monster S4, throwing my leg over, not even bothering to pull my helmet on, and gun it, popping a wheelie as I speed out of the parking lot, and down the busy New York road, weaving in and out of traffic.

Adrian Delacroix POV

This school looks just like all the others, Rich and fancy, for guys with no balls, and girls who are snotty and annoying.

I sigh and continue walking down the marble hallways of the private school, looking for Mr.Buttle's classrom.

What kind of name is Mr.Buttle anyways? It sounds like butthole.

I round the corner and bump into a girl, and immediately my hands connect with her waist to steady her. Woah. She steps back quickly and glares up at me with beautiful blue eyes. Honestly they aren't even blue. They are like blue and black. Like midnight. Eyes are the first thing I notice about a girl, I look down at her short form. Combat boots, no doubt steel toed. Black skinny jeans, but not to impress, it seems like they are meant for a motorcycle. A black vee necked tee-shirt, and a leather jacket. She looks good, not like one of these annoying fake wannabes that are no doubt all over the place here. But when I reach her face, all my breath is knocked out of me. I feel like I got hit by a truck.

Her face is stunning, Gorgeous. Her hair is long and a little curly, untamed, wild looking, a dark black that all color seems to fade away. Her eyes sharp, and exotic, make up free. Her lashes long, and obviously natural framing her sad dangerous looking eyes. Her nose, small and dainty, but slightly crooked, like its been- broken? How odd. She has small cupid bow lips, with a little scar on her upper lip. Right now those adorable, kissable lips are in a snarl, her pearly white teeth bared, like a rabid dog.

"Hey, sorry that was my fault." I hear myself say. I notice her hands are raised and in little fists. How adorable, this little fighter. I raise a brow, trying not to laugh, because she honestly looks like she would punch me in my face if I did. "You can put those down." I tell her, smiling.

She glares at me and says, "I'd rather not." In a way that confirms my thoughts that if I say the wrong thing, I will be punched in the face. I smiles even more.

"Well can you at least help me out?" I ask, cause I really want to talk to this girl more, shes amazing, unlike any girl I've met before.

She looks at me beautiful eyes narrowed and angry. What did I say? "No." She answers flatly and tries to go around me. I intercept her, blocking her way to leave. "Move out of my way, or you'll be eating your teeth." She tells me, seriously. I laugh because I know its true but the way she says it is adorably menacing.

"Come on, Help the newbie out. I just have to get to Mr.Buttle's class." I ask again, and her entire face changes, lighting up with pure humor as a melodic laugh bursts out. Now its my turn to be confused.

"Yeah, now I really can't help you." she says smirking and points to a door close by. "There is his class, but I wouldn't walk in there if I were you." I look at her still confused and open my mouth to ask why, when she looks behind me.

She salutes me grinning and says sarcastically, "Well its been fun bonding but," she pauses "I gotta go now." She looks behind me again, and I turn to see 2 guards running at us. I turn to her to at least ask her name, but shes gone. The guards run past me and down the hall i just came from.

Odd girl. I think shaking my head, still laughing.

I walk down the hall towards the class she pointed at, and walk in.

The teachers huddling near his desk, frightened. A blond wannabe princess, is talking on the phone with "Daddy", covering her nose, with a bleeding hand, will two other look alikes are comforting her. Everyone else is texting, and whispering. The fire alarm blares just as everyone notices me in the doorway, and the girl talking to "Daddy" Pulls her hand away from her nose, and I see its obviously broken and bleeding, her mouth in a small 'O' of surprise. I chuckle, knowing that the mysterious hallway girl, had to be the cause of all of this. "Sorry, I think I'm in the wrong class," I say and shut the door, walking down the hallway, laughing.

This is gonna be different.

Scarlett's POV

When I get back to school the next day, everyone moves away from me, at least 5ft. I almost smile every time they do.

I need to punch people in the face everyday, cause this is awesome.

I hate people. I don't know why but I just don't like them. Probably cause everything is overly dramatic,complicated, and I honestly don't feel like listening to other people talk. Its just boring, pretending to understand, and like what their talking about.

Yesterday after the broken nose ordeal, I went home and slept for a while, till dad got home. He just asked me if I thought she deserved it, and I said yes. He asked me if I hit her good, I grinned and said yup. He started laughing, and said he was proud of me, for not taking her s**t. As a kid he always tried to reprimand me, but it never really worked. He could never stay mad at me. Same with now. I guess its because I'm like him. I don't take s**t from anyone.

Life is a game. Either you're a player, or the water boy. B***h, please. I'm the coach.

So when the headmistress called him, and threatened with suspension, and expulsion, Dad just insinuated that he would donated a reasonable sum to the art department? She asked how much is reasonable? He straight up said $10,000. I almost laughed when I heard her choked response. I could just imagine her sitting at her desk with her hag face painted with surprise.

So now I was back in hell, on my way to Mr.Buttles class. I almost smiled thinking about it. When I reached the doorway I stopped lazily looking at the class. They all looked like deer caught in headlights. The Queen B***h saw me and immediately glared, covering her nose with her hand. I purposefully walked right next to her and as I walked back to my seat i whispered, "Look at me again, and your car might not work when schools out, B***h." She audibly gasped and looked away. I smirked and moved back to my seat, ploping down on the chair, slinging my bag to the side and slouched, putting in my earphones, and playing my music, till i thought my eardrums would burst.

Well that is, I was enjoying my music, till God guy from the hallway showed up.

He walks into the room and everyone stops what they're doing. I roll my eyes, Sheep. Mr.Butthole takes his script and tells him to sit down. He looks around and spots me, I guess, cause he grins. He strides right by the rich b***h and sits in the empty seat next to me. I tilt my head back not even acknowledging him and close my eyes. I can feel her glaring at me.

The 'You're fucked bell' rings again, and Mr.Butthole starts talking. The guy says something to me and I shift, away from him. He pokes me, and I make a fist.

Ever heard of, "I'm f*****g sleeping?"

Finally, before he can poke me again, I turn to him and ask him, "What.Do.You.Want."

He raises a brow, and answers, "I can hear your music."

Really? You poked me for that, you a*****e?

"You're welcome. Enjoy." I tell him, rolling my eyes.

"Thanks for the advice yesterday," He says grinning, "I took it."

"Well, I don't know why I gave it. I mean pretty boys like you have a thing for drama, I mean they always go for the white knight routine." I say without thinking, Um what the f**k. Why would I say that?

He grins, "You called me pretty." He says, irritating me.

"It wasn't a compliment." I retort.

"Well, mysterious hallway girl, I never got a chance to ask what your name is. You were too busy, running from security guards, and setting off fire alarms." He says with a laugh.

I snort, "Why did you want to know my name?" I inquire.

"Because your interesting, midnight." He answers simply.

I raise a brow, "Midnight? Whats yours, alteta, prince." I ask instead.

"I'm no prince," He answers avoiding the question.

"Funny, cause you look like one." I tell him, and indeed he does, Jeans and Tims again today, but with a black cotton shirt. "Whats your name?" I repeat.

"Adrian. Adrian Delacroix." He finally answers, "Whats yours?" He asks again, just as the bell rings.

"Scarlett Sardothein."

I make it through my classes all the way till lunch, without punching anyone in the nose.

But of course someone just had to piss me off.

I was outside leaning on a tree by the basketball courts, watching the players, mentally correcting their errors, when i hear from somewhere behind me, a familiar nasally voice saying, "That b***h, She just had her fake dad pay off the headmistress. That's why she isn't in trouble. Then she tried to threaten me today in class, ha, like she'd actually do it. She knows my daddy would sue hers. Not that, that's her real dad. She's just a poor, gold digger. Shes probably sleeping with him."

An orange basketball comes hurtling through the air towards me and I grab it, midair and stalk towards the f*****g b***h. I hear groans and guys saying, "Hey that's our ball." But I ignore them. I walk to the b***h and her trio and glare at her, as she looks down at me, surprised and scared before putting on the, "Im in charge b***h" mask. She turns her nose up, "Ewww whats that smell? Oh its you, doesn't your daddy buy you shampoo, and conditioners? No, You and your fake daddy are probably poor now, since he bribed the headmistress into letting you even stay here." She wrinkles her nose and looks at me disgusted. "He's not even your real dad, you're just a dirty gold digger, you probably just want his money. I think your sleeping with him, so he pays you. I think-"

"You stupid f*****g c**t, no one cares what the f**k you think. You're just an annoying little daddies girl who thinks that you can get whatever you want. Daddies never there for you so he just gives you his credit card. Sorry, b***h, but not even money can make you pretty, cause your still f****n ugly. I told you never to look at me again this morning, you stupid f*****g b***h so guess what? Your gonna be eating through a straw when I'm done with you." I raise the basketball, enjoying the look of terror in her and her minions faces when, strong arms go around my waist pulling me back. I'm so surprised, I drop the ball.

"Come on, Midnight, lets go." I hiss at the nickname. Him. Adrian. I struggle for him to let me go, but he doesn't.

"Put me down!" I hiss through my teeth.

"No, Cause your not calm." He answers simply.

"Put me down, or your gonna feel your balls in your throat." I threaten, just before he scoops my up, wedding style, tightening his grip on my legs.

"No need for that, midnight. I'm trying to save you anyways. Lets get out of here." I start bucking.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." I growl, He probably expects me to drop down and kiss his boots. Well sorry, you're s**t outta luck.

"Not even for a burger? My treat." He asks, and I'm surprised. I look around and see everyone watching us, and him carrying me.

"Fine. But I can walk." I tell him, as he raises a brow.

"You wont rearrange that girls face if i put you down?" He asks me, amused.

"Not at this moment, no." I tell him reluctantly. He puts me down and I try to move away from him, but his arm goes around my waist, holding me to him like steel. "Let me go." I snarl, and he grins.

"I said I'd put you down, not let you go." He answers seriously, but his eyes twinkle with amusement.

I punch him in his side.

He let goes and rubs where I punched him. "Ow, Midnight, that hurt."

I snort, "Well it wasn't supposed to feel good."

We stop in front of an Audi R8, all black matte, and Idamn near orgasm from the sexiness  of the car.

"Of course this is your car." I mutter, rolling my eyes. He walks to the passengers side and opens the door for me. I outright laugh, "You're funny. Give me the keys, I;m driving."

He grins and asks, "How do I know you'll give them back, and wont leave me here."

Smart boy. I toss him my keys. And he catches them, without blinking. "There, trade for trade. Now hand em over." He tosses him to m;e and i catch them, one handed going to the drivers seat. I slide into the low car and almost groan. Black leather interior, stick shift, and comfortable. I love it.

"Can you even drive a stick?" He asks smirking.

I smirk back, "Watch me." And gun it, hearing the engine roar. "Come on, get in p***y, before the security comes." He slams the door, just as I slam it in reverse, backing up quickly, and hitting the gas. We both are jerked back in our seats and I grin whooping. I drive quickly towards the exit, and seeing the b*****s with their ugly pink Porsche, I brake and hop out of the car.

"Where are you going?" Adrian shouts, and i turn to him hissing,

"Shut up. Hold on." I move to the front of her car, and pull a small kit from out of my jacket pocket. I carry it everywhere, my 12th birthday gift from dad. It has lock picking tools, and travel size car tools for small jobs, I also grab a potato from my backpack. I shove it into the muffler, and stuff my black bandanna in it too. I flip out a small Flathead and fiddle with the hood, till i find the trigger, and pop open the hood. I put that away and bend down, pulling out the starter and pocketing it too. B***h, you should've listened to me.

I slam the hood down, lift my arm and throw the starter as faer as I can watching it disappear in the courtyard. and run back to the car, sliding into the seat, and hitting the gas, slamming the door close too.

"What was that, midnight." I turn and grinned.

"B***h should have listened to me, cause shes gonna have a bad week." I told him, pulling out of the parking lot. "Never piss me off." I add grinning.

"Yea. Ive noticed." He answers laughing.

Adrians POV:

It was lunch and all my classes sucked, probably because Midnight wasn't in any of them. I went outside for some fresh air, and to look for her. I tucked my hands in my pockets, scanning the courtyard when I saw her. She had a bright orange basketball, and was screaming at broken nose. Broken nose looked like she was about to piss herself, and I wanted to laugh, until Midnight raised the ball.

"Your gonna be eating through a straw when I'm done with you." Is all I hear before I pick her up from behind. She was so surprised she dropped the ball.

Scarlett, you feisty wildcat, what have you gotten yourself into now?

"Come on, Midnight, lets go." I tell her, holding her tightly. She hisses and starts struggling so I tighten my grip.

"Put me down!" She hisses.

"No, Cause your not calm." I answer simply, trying not to laugh at broken nose's expression.

"Put me down, or your gonna feel your balls in your throat." she threatens, Jeez this girl is amazing. She won't give up without a fight. To avoid being kicked in the balls, I scoop her up, wedding style, tightening my grip on her legs, so she cant kick me. Please don't headbutt me Midnight. I think hopefully.

"No need for that, Scarlett. I'm trying to save you anyways. Lets get out of here." I tell her, smirking. She starts bucking wildly, and its all I can to keep her from getting lose. Damn shes strong. I wonder if she does sports or something.

"Im not going anywhere with you." She growls angrily, What did I say? I seem to piss her off whenever I talk to her.

"Not even for a burger? My treat." I ask, wanting to get out of here, and talk to her, alone and she looks surprised, What did she expect? Me to ask for a f**k? I'm not like that.

She looks around and finally says,"Fine. But I can walk." And I break out into a smile, but raise a brow, questioningly.

"You wont rearrange my face if i put you down?" I ask her, trying not to laugh.

"Not at this moment, no." She answers reluctantly, pouting. Her lower lip sticks out a little, and Its so adorable, I just want to kiss her, but Instead I set her down, putting my arm around her waist, holding her to me. "Let me go." She snarls, ferociously and I grin. I notice everyone is staring at us, and my smile widens, as I tighten my grip. Mine.

"I said I'd put you down, not let you go." I answer seriously, but amused.

She punches my in my ribs, with those tiny fists of fury. And it hurt. Holy s**t. Shes got fire in there.

I let go and rubs where she punched me. "Ow, Midnight, that hurt."

She snorts, mocking me, "Well it wasn't supposed to feel good."

We stop in front of my car, and she pauses looking at it. She knows cars well, and appreciates them.

"Of course this is your car." She mutters, rolling her eyes. I walk to the passengers side and open the door for her.

And she laughs in my face. "You're funny. Give me the keys, I'm driving."

I grin, I should have known. Most girls would be delighted that I'm a gentleman, but Midnight's not most girls. Shes different. So I ask her, "How do I know you'll give them back, and wont leave me here." 

I was half joking, but also serious. You never know with her. She tosses me her keys, and I catch them. "There, trade for trade. Now hand em over." I toss them to her, not thinking, but she plucks them out of the air, one handed. Skills, points for her. She goes to the drivers side, and slides in.

"Can you even drive a stick?" I ask jokingly.

She smirks back, "Watch me." And guns it, revving the engine, till it purrs. "Come on, get in p***y, before the security comes." I slam the door, just as she slams it in reverse, backing up quickly, and hitting the gas. We both are jerked back in our seats and she grins, whooping. she drive quickly towards the exit, but suddenly stops, in front of an ugly a*s pink Porsche.

"Where are you going?" I shout and she turns to me with a finger to her lips.

"Shut up. Hold on." She pulls something out of her bag wrapped in cloth and shoves it into the muffler. She goes to the front of the car, and pulls out a, mini tool kit? And starts fiddling with the hood. After a moment, the hood pops open, and she smiles deviously. She pockets the tools, and pulls something out before tossing it far into the fields.. was that a potato.. and a spark plug..?.

Mysterious girl, I wonder what else I don't know about her.

"What was that, Midnight." I ask her curious, and chuckling.

"B***h should have listened to me, cause shes gonna have a bad week." She tells me, pulling out of the parking lot. "Never piss me off." She adds and I just laugh.

"Yea. I've noticed."

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[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing tale. I would break-up the story into chapters. Would get more reader. Few of us will read the long story. I do. I like the beginning. You set-up the character with skill. You create life, situation and interesting story. I liked the way you used the description. Making the characters come alive to the reader. Thank you for sharing the outstanding story.
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