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  I looked up from the table confused. "I thought you said it was your territory, the other night when we were at the gas station."

  Oliver sighed but I could see in his eyes he was amused. "That particular station is right on the border, it's a little hard to tell where the line is when there isn't exactly one spray painted on the ground, that and Jason thinks it's amusing to test my patience."

  "So my apartment is in Jason's territory?" I frowned. The thought of living in those apartments by myself didn't seem so great anymore.

  I shook my head and looked up at Oliver, only to find he wasn't there. Looking around the cafe I found him standing at the counter. After a few moments he came back to the table and sat a cup and a chocolate chip muffin in front of me. I thanked him and started eating.

  "So why was Jason in your territory the other night?"

  He was about to take a bite of his muffin ad stopped.

  "That is a good question. I haven't figured that out myself. He got pretty far in to go unnoticed too, but like I said he likes to test my patience."

  I nodded and continued eating the rest of my muffin.

  "If you don't mind me asking," I started. Oliver nodded as if to say ask.

  "What exactly do you guys do? Is it like on TV?"

  "Drugs and violence you mean?" Oliver replied with a laugh. I nodded.

  "Yeah, mostly for us it's not about drugs. It's about fight and racing, and most of all respect."

  "How do you get respect?" I asked feeling like an idiot. He smirked again and it was annoying me, I just wanted to smack it off his face.

  "By winning fights and races," he answered. "The more you win the higher up you get."

  "So you have won a lot, I'm guessing."

  "I have been in this life style for as long as I can remember. I'm the best fighter out there and the best racer. I surround myself with the best, as well. They're not as good as me, but they are close."

  "You are quite full of yourself, aren't you," I shook my head at him. How can someone be so self-centered?

  "I'm confident," he replied with a smug grin.

  I scoffed at that. "Confidence is one thing, having a big head is another. Oliver's leg brushed mine; I jumped causing him to chuckle. Gazing around the cafe I made sure no one was looking, before I rounded on Oliver.

  "You are my teacher!" I hissed.

  "Why don't we head to the school, it's almost time for class," he laughed like it was nothing. He is going to get me in some serious trouble if he keeps this up. Oliver stood and offered me his hand. Ignoring it I pushed him out of the way and headed for the door.

  I was 10 minutes early when I opened Oliver's classroom door. My Art history teacher had somewhere to go and let us off the hook.

  "Hey Ever!" Logan yelled as I pushed the door open. He hit me like a train, scooping me up and crushing me in a hug.

  "Can't breathe," I gasp. He let go instantly and I punched him as hard as I could in the stomach.

  "OWWW!" He cried doubling over. Ignoring his whining I turned to Oliver's desk. Jake was sitting on one corner, Alex sat in a chair next to him and Oliver was standing by the board with a marker in his hand, they were laughing at Logan's pain. Yeah those are some great friends.

  "Your early," Oliver smirked.

  "I got out of class early," I shrugged taking a seat at my usual desk.

  "Are you coming to the party tonight?" Alex asked, looking at Oliver more than me.

  "Party?" I asked curiously looking at Oliver too.

  "Yeah, the whole gang is going to the warehouse and we are going to Parrtteee!" Jake grinned pumping his fist in the air. Logan sank into the chair next to me frowning at me. I looked back at Oliver. He was not pursing his lips.

  "Do you want to go? He asked softly.

  "You’re asking me?" I asked shocked.

  "Yeah," he smirked. "I guess I am."

  I looked at Jake. "Is he sick? Cause he never asks me. He always orders me."

  The three laughed, while Oliver just stood there looking amused.

  "Would you rather me order you?"

  "No," I told him flatly. "I don't like being told what to do."

  Alex laughed leaning back in his chair. "Well hunny, you’re going to have to get use to that, cause Oliver likes to be the boss."

  I scoffed, "We'll see about that."

  Oliver's eyes lit up in amusement. "Yes we will won't we," he smirked.

  Chapter Six

  It was almost eight and I was tapping my foot impatiently waiting for Oliver to pick me up. An older couple gave me a disgruntled look as they passed me into the apartment building. I must have looked weird dressed in my black halter shirt and black skirt with knee high boots. That and I was pacing back and forth annoyed.

  "Oliver, told me seven-thirty, not eight," I muttered angrily. It was raining and cold, so I was huddled under the canopy of the entrance way. A roaring of an engine caught my attention.

  Jet's sleek blue sports car pulled up to the curb jerking to a halt. The door pushed open, and I ran out from under my protective covering and dove head first into the car.

  "Nice," Alex laughed.

  "Where's Oliver? And, I thought this was Jet's car?" I blurted out.

  Alex faked a hurt expression. "You'd rather have Jet or Oliver over me?"

  I sighed, "Alex, I didn't say that. I was just asking."

  I know," he grinned pulling out on the highway. "I'm just messing with you. Oliver is at the warehouse setting stuff up. He is the boss after all. Those guys would be running around like chickens with their heads cut off if he wasn't there. And, I borrowed Jet's car since Logan is using Oliver's to pick people up."

  "Aww..." I nodded.

  Alex looked over at me. "You look gorgeous."

  I blushed slightly. "Well, thank you," I smiled then took in his attire. Black baggy pants and a black band tee.

  "You look....the same," I faltered. He burst out laughing; it startled me how loud it was.

  "Yeah, I'm not the kind to get all dressed up. Besides, by the end of the night I won't be wearing anything," he winked. I fake gagged.

  "So I'm not going to be the only girl there?"

  Alex scoffed, "If you were we'd be prying guys off you all night..." he paused looking at me again. “On second thought....we still might be."

  My cheeks went aflame instantly.

  "Didn't Kimmy tell you she was going to be there?" Alex asked, his eyebrows pulling together.

  "Oh yeah, I forgot."

  Alex smirked a moment, then his face went blank again. Hmm....random much.

  We passed the college and headed pass the beach turn off to the docking area. Warehouses lined the dark street. There were hardly any lights and it was dead silent as we drove deeper into the warehouse district, I could hear a faint beat of music.

  Pulling into a back alley, Alex parked the car. There were quite a few cars lined up already.

  "How many people are here?" I asked getting out of the car. A soft thumping noise radiated from the building but aside from that it was eerily quiet.

  "Fifty or more," Alex shrugged. My eyes almost popped out at that. Looking at the building I wondered if that many people could fit in there? Slinging his arm over my shoulders Alex led me to a back door and knocked three times. A slot in the door opened and from that little hole music blasted into the alley.

  "Open up," Alex ordered. The slot slide shut and the door flung open. My heart skipped a beat as the pulse of the music vibrated through me. Alex pulled me into the doorway and a big burly bouncer looking guy shut the door behind us.

  As we headed down the hall the music got louder and was almost deafening. It caused my heart to flutter erratically and my body was itching to move to the rhythm. Entering the main room there was quite a bit of people there already but the large room wasn't full yet.

  "Oliver's at the DJ booth," Alex yelled over the music, pointing to the left side of the room where eight huge speakers sat, with a table in the center with a
laptop and turntables on it. My eyes landed on Oliver, who was talking to the DJ. My eyes traveling over his bare arms, the muscles flexing as he lifted his hand to move his silky black hair out of his eyes. He wore a tight black muscle shirt and baggy black pants with chains hanging from them, three spiked belts hung loosely around his waist.

  "Stop drooling, Ever," Alex laughed elbowing me in the side. I snapped out of my trance and smacked Alex.

  "I'm not!" I yelled at him. Without looking back at Alex I pushed my way through the crowd toward Oliver. He had stopped talking to the DJ and was now looking over the crowd. As I got closer his eyes locked on me. Moving forward, he hopped off the stage landing in front of me. People scattered to get out of his way.

  I was shocked when he pulled me close to him. "Hey," he muttered into my ear.

  "Err...hi," I replied awkwardly trying to keep my eyes off him.

  He chuckled, "You look beautiful." His lips grazed my ear and I resisted the shutter that coursed through my body. I turned my head and looked into the crowd, my face burning. A few people nearby were staring at us making me self-conscience.

  "Come on," he told me wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me through the crowd. People parted like water as Oliver lead me to a make shift bar where Jake and Tyler were making drinks for people.

  "Ever!" Jake exclaimed grinning.

  "Hey Jake, hey Tyler," I gave a small wave. Tyler kind of waved back and went back making drinks.

  "You seen Logan?" Oliver asked Jake. Jake shook his head.

  "He was supposed to be picking up Robby and John, but that was like a while ago."

  Oliver pursed his lips. "Try his cell, John's place is close to South side. You know how Jason is."

  Jake nodded pulling his cell out of his pocket and moving away from the bar. Jet popped out of nowhere to take his place.

  "Hey there, Ever," he smiled. "You guys want a drink?"

  "White Russian," Oliver told him looking at the crowd again like he was looking for someone in particular. Jet made Oliver's drink and looked at me.

  "Sweet-tart-" I started.

  "Lollipop," Jet finished laughing hysterically. "I should have known."

  Oliver looked down at me smirking.

  "What?! It's good!" I laughed. Jet made my drink sticking a cherry on top. Oliver had downed his White Russian and Jet was making him another. We stood talking to Jet watching him make drinks and flip bottles in the air. Tyler would roll his eyes and after a while they were trying to outdo the other. I was more than halfway through my second drink when an excited voice hit my ears.

  "Ever!" Kimmy yelled over the noise. She came bounding to my side and threw her arms around me almost spilling my drink.

  "Kimmy!" I yelled back with the same enthusiasm. She looked at the drink in my hand and made a face. She looked at Oliver.

  "Watch her or you'll lose her. You think she's clumsy sober you haven't seen her drunk," Kimmy told him making a face. My gaze went passed Kimmy to Alex whose arms were wrapped around her waist.

  "Hey!" Jet scolded. "Hands off my baby sister," he said jokingly throwing a lime at Alex's head.

  "Let's dance," Oliver whispered in my ear.

  "We're going to dance. See you later," I told Kimmy as Oliver led me away.

  "This should be interesting," I heard Kimmy say before I was engulfed in the crowd.

  Every inch of the room was full now. People were grinding and hopping around. The ones who seemed too drunk to dance either swayed side to side or bobbed there head up and down. We reached the center of the dance floor and even with so many people they went out of their way to stay out of ours. Not a single person touched Oliver and I as we passed.

  Oliver stopped turning to face me; he pulled me close wrapping his arms around my waist. His hips moving with mine to the beat of the music.

  "Just ignore them," he whispered to me as I glanced at all the people watching us. Normally I wouldn't mind the attention but for some reason I felt self-conscience. Oliver twirled me around and pulled me to him, my back against his chest. Shutting my eyes I let the music take my body, I fell into sync with Oliver.

  "That's my girl," Oliver groaned in my ear seductively. His girl? Did he really think of me as his? Oliver and I danced for a while; every now and then Jet would pop up and shove a shot of something in my hand.

  Sweat was clinging to my brow and I was panting as Oliver spun me around and into his chest. The song ended and another had stared but I was stuck in a trance it seemed staring up into his eyes. Our noses were almost touching. His warm breath tickled my lips. The smell of liquor was strong. I held my breath as he leaned down gently touching his nose to mine.

  His lips inches away and it was driving me crazy. He was so close. I begged him to move just an inch more and our lips would touch in what would be the most amazing kiss I could image. Instead, Oliver ruined the moment.

  "I thought it was against the rules to kiss your teacher," he said turning up the edge of his perfect lips into that devilish smirk I hated so. I pulled away scolding myself for almost kissing him.

  "You right it is," I replied promptly. He frowned. I turned sharply from him and pushed through the crowd. I found the bar again. Jet was serving some people so I turned to Tyler. My head was already swimming with the alcohol in my veins but it wasn't enough.

  "The strongest you got," I told Tyler. He nodded looking a little uncomfortable. I guess he could sense something was wrong. He sat a shot glass on the glossy counter top. Grabbing it I drank it in one gulp.

  "Where is the bathroom?" I asked. Tyler pointed back toward the hallway. I pushed through the crowd once more and entered the hallway. Looking up and down I couldn't find the bathroom.

  "Can I help you babe?" The burly guy who was standing next to the exit asked.

  "Bathroom?" I questioned.

  "Upstairs," he replied pointing to a staircase behind me. "Second door on the right," he called after me.

  The second floor was very dimly lit, but I found the bathroom. Once I was done I reached for the door handle and seemed to be seeing three of them. After a moment I found the right one and opened it. Oliver was standing there. He was swaying a bit....or maybe it was me.

  I grabbed the collar of his shirt and shoved him back against the wall. Our lips found each other’s instantly. My mind was fuzzy and there was a part of me saying this wasn't right. However, it was a very small part. Grabbing a handful of his hair I deepened the kiss sliding my tongue in his mouth.

  He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me down the hall not breaking the kiss. Pushing open a door he stumbled in a few steps and we ended up in a heap in the floor. His hips pushed into my pelvis and I tugged his shirt over his head. His lips left mine for a moment then came back and he began kissing my throat and shoulder.

  Everywhere he kissed sent tingles through me. I ran my hands over his perfect abs grabbing my wrists he pinned them down on either side of my head. After that everything went blank.

  I woke suddenly with a door being flung open. I sat straight up and cringed. Every inch of my body hurt like hell. The feeling of hot coals in my stomach and up my throat made my eyes water.

  "Oliver! Get up now!" Alex ordered. Oliver sat straight up and cringed as I had. He held his head in his hands. I looked at him a moment then looked around the room, then down at myself and screamed.

  What...?" he asked confused. He looked up at me. His eyes widened.

  "Ever?" he exclaimed in total shock. I was in shock myself to find I was topless and my lacy red bra was showing. I snatched up my shirt and covered myself quickly.

  "Oliver, we need you. Logan's hurt," Alex said in total panic. My blood ran cold. Oliver sobered up quickly. He snatched his shirt off the floor and jumped up. I jumped up too, right on Alex and Oliver's heels.

  "Where is he?" Oliver barked out in a hard tone.

  "Down stairs in an office," Alex answered quickly. Oliver stopped once we got to the bottom of the stairs a
nd turned to me.

  "Take her home, Alex," Oliver ordered. I shook my head.

  "I'm not going anywhere," I told him firmly.

  "This is not a time to argue with me, Ever. Go home," he snarled. I cringed at the intensity in his voice.

  "No," I told him. He opened his mouth to yell again.

  "The more you sit arguing with me the more Logan needs you! Stop telling me what to do and help him!" I ordered forcefully. Oliver gritted his teeth and turned on his heels and marched down the hall. One of the doorways was open and he stepped inside. Alex and I right behind him.

  Logan lay on a pile of boxes bleeding profusely from a gash over his eye. He was groaning and withering in pain. His once cute face purple and bloody. His shirt was ripped off and his chest and arms were blackish blue and purple.

  Oliver went to him quickly and looked him over, then turned to me.

  "Ever, bathroom, first-aid kit."

  I gave him a flat look but didn't argue seeing as how Logan needed help.

  On the way up stairs, I thought about what had happened. What had Oliver and I done? We couldn't have had sex. There's no way...could we. I frowned deeply at that thought. If we had I would know. A girl knows when she is no longer a virgin. I pushed the thought away and grabbed the first-aid kit. Logan needs help right now. Hurrying back down stairs I handed the first-aid kit to Oliver.

  "Someone take her home," Oliver said tensely.

  "No Oliver, I told you I'm not going anywhere. I care about Logan too," I frowned. Oliver gave me another hard look; it was so intense it made me want to cry.

  "Come on, Ever," Jake told me pulling out the door and down the hall. I didn't argue. My shoulders sagged as he guided me out the back door to Oliver's car. I climbed into the passenger seat and glared out the window willing myself not to cry. The ride started out silent.

  "Do you want to talk about it?" Jake asked softly.

  My eyes instantly teared up and I shook my head not looking at him. Jake frowned his eye brows pulling together.

  "Did something happen with you and Oliver?

  I hiccupped, not being able to hold it in any longer tears streamed down my cheeks.