DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO THE LOVELY AND TALENTED BECCA FITZPATRICK

THIS CHAPTER REUNITES PATCH AND NORA ONCE AGAIN...CHANGES ARE ON THE HORIZON AND NEW PLAYERS ARE JOINING THE STORY IN THIS ONE. THERE ARE A LOT OF SONG LYRICS IN THIS ONE TOWARDS THE END. I ADD THEM TO HELP CREATE THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE SITUATION, BECAUSE THEY INSPIRED ME FOR THE SECTION I'M WRITING AT THE TIME AND HELPS SUPPORT THE ARTISTS I ENJOY. I LISTEN TO ALMOST EVERY GENERA OF MUSIC AND A LOT OF THINGS I WRITE ARE INSPIRED BY THE MUSIC I'M LISTENING TO. IF YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS STORY YOU MIGHT WANT TO TAKE A PEAK AT MY NEW ONE 'DAMAGED', THERE ARE A LOT OF SIMILARITIES AND A LOT OF DIFFERENCES. IT'S THE SECOND STORY I'VE DONE AND IT IS PRETTY COMPLETE SO IT WILL BE POSTED LIKELY FASTER THAN CHAPTERS IN THIS ONE SINCE THIS ONE ISN'T ROUGH DRAFTED OR ANYTHING. THIS FANFIC IS COMING TO YOU STRAIGHT OUT OF MY HEAD TO MY KEYBOARD TO THIS SITE AS I WRITE SO IT'S SLOWER. I TEND TO WRITE MORE THAN ONE STORY AT A TIME SO I DON'T GET STUCK, IT KEEPS THINGS FRESH FOR ME. ANYWAYS, ENOUGH RAMBLING ON WITH THE STORY! IT'S THAT TIME OF THE YEAR, PROM AND PATCH HAS SOME ISSUES CONCERNING NORA, A DRESS AND A CERTAIN NEW STUDENT... :) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! PLZZZZ

CHAPTER 15

PROM

PATCH

"Angel?" I answered my cell on the first ring after Nora's name popped up on the screen.

"I have a question for you."

"Hello to you to." I laughed. "Shoot."

"So you know how it's springtime..."

"Yes I did, Captain Obvious, but thank-you for the delayed heads up." I smirked into the phone.

"Can you get a couple of days away?" Nora ignored by jibe.

"Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well..."

"Spit it out Grey."

"Fine. I need a date." Now that wasn't what I expected.

"I'm not your type. I only go for desperate girls." I teased, remembering our conversation on my birthday weekend at dinner.

"I am desperate, why else do you think I would ask you?"

"Because I'm the hottest thing to fall from heaven."

"I think you hit your head when you fell if that's what you believe." Nora laughed.

"Ouch, your wounding me."

"No I did not."

"You did, I bet I even have scars to prove it!" I teased her.

"Oh yeah? Let me touch them, I want to see."

"You're just looking for any excuse to get your greedy little hands on my hot body. I didn't know you were into the kinky stuff...scars? Really, Nora, I'd never have guessed." I laughed, I could just picture the way she was rolling her eyes as she snickered.

"Oh brother, how is it every time I talk to you you manage to get more and more full of yourself? And scars...I don't know about that."

"You're just jealous because you're not full of me."

"...And that's when I pull the plug on this conversation and get back to my original question..."

"Which was? You never did give me a straight answer."

"You didn't give me chance!"

"I am now so spit it out."

"Fine. I need a date for Prom."

"You're going to Prom? Since when?" Nora hated school dances, something about bad vibes in gymnasiums. She had a dream one time about falling off the rafters and they've creeped her out ever since.

"I told Vee I'd go and Marcie went and put my freaking name on the ballot and had all of her little foot soldiers vote so I HAVE to go. She finds every possible way she can to make my skin crawl. Hey Patch, hold on a minute I have another call."

"You better not keep me waiting." I warned her. I was almost about to hang up when she came back on the line.

"Patch, you still there."

"No." I rolled my eyes.

"Good. You're off the hook."

"What do you mean I'm off the hook?"

"I have a date for the dance now." Now my attention was captivated.

"Who exactly is this date with and do I know him?" My interest was officially piqued. Who was this guy wanting to take my angel to prom? I didn't know there were any guys interested in her. I don't mean like that, she's gorgeous, who wouldn't be interested, but I mean anyone pursuing her or that she would agree to go with. I'm her best friend, I should know all of this stuff.

"His name is Elliot, he's new to our school, he's a transfer from Kinghorn Prep in Portland."

"The rich kids private school?" I didn't like this kid already.

"Yes, but he was there on a scholarship."

"What does this guy look like?"

"He's got blue eyes, stylish shaggy blond hair that kind of sweeps across his forehead. He looks like he works out a lot and he wears designer clothes and he's charming, but formal with an outgoing personality that doesn't exactly fade into the background."

"Sounds like you like this guy." I hated him already and I could tell there was more she wasn't telling me. She sure knew a lot about him, how long had she known him and better yet was he worthy of such a...detailed description?

"I don't really know him. Him and his friend bought Vee and I breakfast one morning..."

"And?" I knew there was more.

"He helped me in gym. We were playing soft-ball and Marcie was pitching, you know how awful I am. I can't believe he even picked me as his first pick, poor guy didn't know any better."

Poor guy my ass. Guys like me invented moves like that, I bet he stepped in nice and close, put his arms around her wrapping his hands flush over hers then told her to 'relax and pivot her hips'- it's all in the hips'. "It's all in the hips." I muttered, irritated by her naivete that I usually found completely adorable.

"That's what he said!" Yep, I officially hate this Elliot. I don't know why, I've never personally met the guy and Nora's not my property, but she is my best friend and I take my job of looking out for her seriously and any guy using smooth moves like that who's formal and "charming" is up to no good. It takes a player to know a player and that guy was a player or worse. I was sooo going to that dance, I just wasn't telling Nora.

"Maybe you'll get to meet him sometime. He seems nice, he gave Marcie the cold shoulder even after she flirted with him which is unheard of. Most guys fall on their knees begging and starving for any crumb of attention she might toss at them."

That much was true, and while I appreciated that he'd choose Nora over Marcie I wasn't at all comfortable with this guy. "When are you going shopping for your dress?" All girls need a new one, especially for prom and I fully intended on approving. I told myself it was the responsible best friend/guardian thing to do and that's why I was going to do it...but that may not be the complete and total truth, not that I'm willing to delve into what other motivations I might have lurking in the back of my mind...

"This weekend. Marcie invited me and our parents are making me go with her. Their letting me go to the Silk Garden shop though so I'm sucking it up. I never get to shop at stores like that, Marcie get's the money and I get the anorexic piggy bank." She sighed.

"I wanted to talk to you this weekend so what time do you think you'll go?" I planned on talking alright...face to face.

I left the Ranch early Saturday morning to make it back to Coldwater Creek in time to meet Nora at the store. I know it was a little overbearing, a tad past over-protective, but something didn't set right with me, plus it would be great to see Nora again I really missed her.

When I got to the dress shop I saw Marcie first, watching for a second I grinned. Nora must be in the dressing room. Perfect, I could sneak in there and avoid Marcie. I despised that bitch.

I let myself in fully expecting Nora to freak out but she was lost in some fantasy I'd give a thousand or more dollars to know because she didn't notice and she had the most beautiful smile on her face I'd ever seen. Whatever she was picturing made her VERY happy, I hoped it wasn't the new guy. She looked gorgeous in the dress she was trying on. It was an all-over green and navy tartan print and a ruche skirt, the only reason I knew all of that was the many long winded conversations I'd had to sit through at the beach and other outings between Vee and Nora. Vee was somewhat of a shopping addict. Anyhow, the dress made her long legs stand out and her full breast looked...Stop right there! She's your best friend not some girl you're trying to lay.

"I could get you to smile like that, and without the sales tax." I interrupted her dream before my body got too carried away.

I saw her face light up and my smile got bigger as she threw her arms around my neck and squealed my name, but I didn't miss the way she gave me a once over in my snug white tee and jeans as I smiled down at her when she finally pulled back to look at me.

"I could make all kinds of perverted jokes right now." She shot back.

"I could tell you how much I like you in that dress." I meant it, she looked good.

"How did you get in?"

"I move in mysterious ways."

"God moves in mysterious way. You move like lightning—here one moment, gone the next. How long have you been standing there?" I could see her starting to blush, she must have just gotten changed and was envisioning me seeing her in her bra and panties. Would she wear a thong or boy shorts? What color? My mind started to click through possibilities and I almost wished I hadn't waited those first few minutes scoping it out so long before breaking in... I gave her a dangerous smile and she gasped.

"I'm teasing, Nora. I would have knocked, but I didn't want to linger outside with Marcie there. So this is all for..." I motioned to her dress.

"We're just friends." She said firmly, but a little too quickly to not get my suspicions on red alert. Why was this bothering me so damn much?

I tipped her chin up so she would meet my eyes. "Keep it that way. Enjoy your shopping, I should go see Rixon while I'm in town. I'll catch up with you later." I unhooked my aviator sunglasses and slid them on. "Oh and tell Elliot Saunders if he lays a hand on you I'll shoot him myself." With that I left as fast as I came without anyone noticing I'd been there.

That night I had another one of those dreams, the first one I'd had since the year before when I was plagued with thoughts of Nora in.. not so 'just friends' situations... I was back in the dressing room at the Silk Garden only this time I had my fingers hooked in the belt loops of her jeans and her fingers were raking through my hair, our mouths were a whisper apart, our breath mingling.

"I see you got the red dress instead." I heard my dream self whisper.

"Marcie bought it, I wanted the one you saw me try on." Nora gave a little pout. "I think I'm going to look like Jessica Rabbit, minus the D-cups. It's probably a little snug, Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing me. It has a steep slit up the thigh."

My smile deepened at that.

"Try it on." I told her.

She disappeared into her closet and moments later reappeared in the dress.

"Zip it up?" She asked, turning around.

It moved over her every curve like liquid and the slit fell open halfway up her long slender thigh, exposing a good deal of endless leg. She had swept her hair up off her swan like neck, I was practically drooling.

I gave her a slow assessment with my eyes. There was no way in hell she was going unsupervised to that party. My dream self was rock hard and I wouldn't doubt if my real self wasn't having the same reaction. I needed to get laid. Sooner than later I tried to tell myself when I saw Nora's lips crash to mine in a kiss that was quickly building in intensity. Thinking back on the dream it was surreal, I could almost feel her silky lips on my mine and the swollen feeling of being thoroughly kissed. God, not again! I groaned as my fully awake traitorous body took notice instantly of the memory.

Later that day I casually asked Nora which dress she had gotten, a sudden flash of deja vu hit me when she said Marcie had gone behind her back and bought the red dress that was hanging on the dressing room hook when I broke in the stall. Great. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose as my body cheered and my brain screamed NOOOO!

A month later I found myself at the most expensive hotel in Coldwater Creek dressed in a black suit with a silver tie asking for directions to where the dance was being held there. How convenient that it would be held at a hotel I growled to myself in silent irritation. What the hell was wrong with these people? Didn't they understand that holding this event here at a hotel could cost my angel her virginity? Forget that it could work out great for me when I found a girl to whisk away for a little bit of playtime fun.

I located the room it was being held in and observed the crowded dance floor before scanning the tables for any signs of Nora or someone fitting the description of 'Elliot'. I was starting to think I'd somehow missed her when she walked in on the arm of a tall blonde. So that was Saunders. He maybe built but he was no match for me. I quickly ducked out of sight, wanting to observe them together before I stepped in.

Suddenly I felt somebody tap me on the shoulder, turning around I saw a blond with fine straight hair that tumbled past her elbows and was parted at the crown of her oval-shaped face, her skin was pale and flawless and she had sea blue eyes and a lush mouth. Her figure was willowy, but elegant. She was very pretty, not Nora, but pretty.

"Hi, I'm Dabria, I don't think I've met you before." She held out her hand like she expected me to kiss the back of it like I was some gentleman from the eighteen hundreds. No thanks. "Nice to meet you Dabria." I wanted to be polite not scare her away since getting laid was a goal long past due, but I didn't want to lead her on thinking I was interested in something I most definitely wasn't.

"I don't attend Coldwater Creek I'm just here to see a friend." I flashed her a smile which she responded to immediately. Yup, worked every time, Dabria was already putty in my hands.

"You wouldn't have seen me there anyways, I graduated four years ago. I'm here with a friend."

"I used to go here so I know most of the kids, who's your friend?" I tried making light conversation while keeping a discreet eye on Nora.

"Rixon."

"You've got to be kidding me, what are the odds of that." I said more to myself than to her. "How do you know Rixon?"

"We go waaaay back, he's almost like family only not, if that makes any sense." She laughed and flicked her hair looking nervous for the first time since she tapped me before she collected herself. "How well do you know him?"

"He's a very close friend. One of the few people I trust."

"So you're here to see him?" Something in her voice made me glance over at her, she was staring at the area where Nora was talking to Vee and I got an eery flash and then it was gone. Her eyes were distant and cold, whatever or whoever she was looking at was not making her happy.

"No, not really." I left my answer brief and vague on purpose. I didn't know her and I didn't need anyone meddling in my business.

We visited for a little while until I saw Scott making his way towards Nora. What the hell was this? I didn't like Elliot or trust him and I sure as hell didn't like or trust Scott. I stopped paying attention to what Debbie was saying...that was her name, right? To be honest I didn't really care, I should have, she was almost angelic, but she was no match for Nora's beauty. Why all the sudden was I comparing every girl I met to my best friend? I shook my head trying to clear it of my tangled thoughts.

My vision sharpened and I zoned in on every little body movement as Scott approached Nora, wanting to read their non-verbal language body language. At first Nora looked ready to hit Scott and Elliot narrowed his eyes at him, obviously he considered Scott competition. Then Elliot's phone rang, he answered it and spoke really briefly before making a few nervous glances at Nora and hung up. I saw him touch her arm and whisper something in her ear which she nodded to, looking worried before nudging him away with her hand as if shoving him out the door. What was that all about? Was he leaving her at the Prom all alone? I didn't have too much time to ponder that before I saw Nora give Scott a smile, but still it was a tight smile as she started to follow him out towards the dance floor which told me it was time to make my presence known.

"I have to go." I told whats-her-name and started to walk away, but she called after me.

"I didn't even get your name."

"You can call me Patch." I flashed her a here and gone smile that spoke of all kinds of trouble with a capital T. "I mean it, call me." I walked back to her knowing I had her hook line and sinker as I reached in my suit pocket and grabbed my black pen before writing my cell number on her arm and with another flash of a smile I was gone. She'd be calling by tomorrow afternoon if not before.

I reached Nora and Scott just as he was starting to pull her into his arms and the first notes began to play. I grabbed his arm and spun him around. Nora jumped at my sudden appearance and Scott's face turned cold.

"What do you want, Cipriano? You don't go here anymore." He sneered.

I ignored the last part and answered the first.

"Put so much as one tiny wrinkle on her dress, let your hand or lips stray so much as one degree off and I'll be your every worst nightmare come true." My voice was as black as my eyes with warning and hatred. This punk hurt my Angel and that was unforgivable in my book.

"What's it to you? It's not like you're dating her, you act like a jealous boyfriend, big brother and over-protective father." He glared daggers at me as if that would have any affect.

"I don't have to date her to protect her and try it and you'll find out what it means to me." Scott was a big guy, tough as nails and still no match for me. I knew how to fight and I packed more than a ferocious punch. He may talk a good game and be able to knock other people out with one punch, but I'd figured out last time he knew better than to fight me, at least he did when he was sober. He wouldn't have time to strike before it was lights out in a fight against me.

NORA

I had been surprised when Scott had come over to apologize though I wasn't ready to make up just yet. He'd never be more than a friend now, if even that. What shocked the hell out of me though was Patch grabbing his arm and threatening him in a menacing voice that sent chills down my spine. If anyone had the capability and willingness to make good on a promise like that it was Patch. He didn't mess around and when it came to me...well he REALLY didn't mess around. I still couldn't believe he was here, he hadn't said anything and I'd told him I had a date. I was more than a little confused.

"That's it, I'm out. Sorry Nora, I owe you a dance but I'm not sticking around to be harassed by your body-guard or whoever/whatever he is to you. I don't know what's going on between you two, but I'm not wasting anymore of my time." With that Scott stormed off.

"Good riddance, half-breed." Patch muttered darkly under his breath.

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Half-breed?"

"Long story for another time."

"What are you doing here? Besides scaring off my only dance partner?" Not that I minded, I wasn't comfortable with the thought of dancing with Scott, but I hadn't wanted to stand around by myself while Vee was dancing with Rixon until Marcie swooped in to make my life a living hell. If she or her posse spotted me alone that is exactly what she would do. She looked for any and every opportunity, she lived for it.

"I'm here to dance with you."

"Uh huh." No way would he drive that far to attend a school dance that stood for everything he was against without a better reason than that.

"I wanted to make sure you were going to be okay and I did want to dance with you, not to mention I hadn't seen you in this dress yet." He winked at me and gave me a kiss on the head. "You look stunning, Angel."

I blushed a deep red, the warmth spreading through my entire body and it wasn't entirely unpleasant if you know what I mean. "Thank-you. You're not looking so bad yourself, Cipriano." I nudged him playfully with my elbow as my smile grew.

"Would you like to dance?" His dark eyes sparkled with mischief under the colored lights.

"That is the point of a dance isn't it." I teased as he led me back through the throng of students. "After all, you drove all this way." I winked at him and he laughed.

A slow song started and Patch pulled me close in his arms and I had to sigh at the security I found in there as we started moving to the gentle rhythm of the music.

So Mo-Ride

[Hook:]
Take off those heels, lay on my bed
Whisper dirty secrets while I'm pulling on your hair
Poison in our veins, but we don't even care
Candles dripping on your body, baby this ain't truth or dare
Everybody wonders where we've run off to
My body on your body, baby sticking like some glue
Naughty, let's get naughty, girl it's only one or two
The fever's fucking running, feel the heat between us two![Chorus:]
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride
I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you baby
On you lady, all night, all, all night!
I'm gon' take care of your body,
I'll be gentle, don't you scream
It's getting hotter, make it softer,
Feel your chest on top of me.
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride
I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you baby
On you lady, all night, all night!
I'm gon' make you feel that loving,
Getting weak all in your knees.
Kiss your body from the tip-top,
All the way down to your feet!Oh, oh, oh, and we can go slow, slow,
Yeah we can go slow, oh, oh, oh
Lay on your back, you like it right there
Don't have to say it twice
Love, there's nothing here to fear
Taking it back, back to where it's clear
Rolling on and on, sounds of love are in the air!

I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride
I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you baby
On you lady, all night, all, all night!
I'm gon' take care of your body,
I'll be gentle, don't you scream
It's getting hotter, make it softer,
Feel your chest on top of me.
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride
I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you baby
On you lady, all night, all night!
I'm gon' make you feel that loving,
Getting weak all in your knees.
Kiss your body from the tip-top,
All the way down to your feet!Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeahThe sun's coming up, oh
You're on my side, oh
I rub your thigh, oh
You look in my eyes, oh
And I just see the sky (see the sky)
I'm so high but I ain't smoked yet,
I'm just coming down from this!

I closed my eyes and got lost in the solid feeling of Patch's body pressed to mine. Taking a deep breath I inhaled his delicious scent, he smelled of earth, mint and something spicy and distinctly Patch. Soon enough the song ended and another began, this one a little faster.

Good Kisser-Usher

[Refrain:]
See, I told her
The devil is a lie
Them other girls can't compete with mine
You do it so good, you fuck my mind
You pull it out, then you open fire
You make me wanna tap out and retire
Your pretty lips leave me so inspired[Pre-chorus 1:]
I think that she a winner
She could be a keeper[Chorus:]
'Cause she's such a good kisser
Got lipstick on my leg
Oh, baby
She's such a good kisser
Imma rain on this parade
Oh, baby

When the song began Patch had spun me out and pulled my back firmly to the front of his body where I could feel every muscle ripple with his every move. He nuzzled his chin gently against my hair moving it out-of-the-way so his lips were almost on my neck and I could feel the heat of his breath. I had to bite back a moan and stop myself from pushing back into him as the lyrics played out and I remembered the heat of his kiss the year before. He could do sinful things with his mouth against my lips. When that song ended Patch spun me out again and turned me to face him as the first bars of 'I Like It by Enrique Iglesias ft Pitbull rang out and a big smile lit up both our faces as the energy in the room sparked and the wicked gleam in Patch's eyes made me laugh.

"God I love that sound." He said when he pulled me in briefly before twirling me.

"This song?"

"No silly, your laugh."

"Oh." I blushed. I always felt so good with him.

The following song was a little more rock and I forgot all about the fact that somewhere in the room was my enemy, my half-sister Marcie. Somehow no matter where we were when I was with Patch he was all that existed.

"Bad Girlfriend"

My Girlfriend's a dick magnet My Girlfriend's gotta have it
She's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots, Tip the man he'll
Ring the bell, get her drunk she'll scream like hell.
Dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town.
Grab her ass, actin' tough. Mess with her, she'll fuck you up.
No one really knows if she's drunk or if she's stoned, but she's
Comin' back to my place tonight!

[Chorus:]
She likes to shake her ass she grinds it to the beat
She likes to pull my hair when I make her grind her teeth
I like to strip her down she's naughty to the end
You know what she is, no doubt about it
She's a bad, bad girlfriend!

Red thong, Party's on, Love this song, sing along.
Come together, leave alone, see you later back at home
No one really knows if she's drunk or is she's stoned
But she's coming back to my place tonight. I say
No one really knows just how far she's gonna go,
But I'm gonna find out later tonight

The song Lil' Freak poured through the speakers next and Patch turned me guiding my hips against his and I could feel his body wide awake and responding to mine. This time I heard him growl soft and deep against the shell of my ear as his hands gripped my hips tighter pulling me back into him and I couldn't help but grind against his bulge as my body sought some much needed friction and I couldn't hold back the low moan that slid across my lips.

"Lil' Freak"
(Usher feat. Nicki Minaj)

Aye girl yeah you da business
So what the business?
Don't be shy
I'm just talkin' to you girl
Aye ma, yo where yo man at?
I know you got that
Cause you too fine to be single out here girl
Yo buddy done fucked up
I'll swoop this girl up
and what I'm bout to do
He'll feel I did him wrong
Cause I'm bout go have a ménage
With this lady and some freaks at the bar
who like fuckin' with a star
I told her

If you fuckin' with me
Really fuckin' with me
You go get some girls and
Bring em to me
If you fuckin' with me
Really fuckin' with me
You'll let her put her hands in your pants
Be my little freak
Be my little freak
Be my little freak
Let her put her hands in your pants
Be my little freak
If you fuckin' with me
Really fuckin' with me
Let her put her hands in your pants
Be my little freak

…...

[Nicki Minaj:]
Excuse me little mama
But you could say I'm on duty
I'm lookin' for a cutie
A real big o' ghetto booty
I really like your kitty kat
And if you let me touch her
I know you're not a bluffer
I'll take you to go see Usher
I keep a couple hoes
Like Santa I keep a vixen
Got that dasher, dancer, prancer
Dixen, comet, cupid, Donner, BLITZEN!
I'm hotter than 100 degrees
A lotta bread, no sesame seeds
If I'm in yo city
I'm signin them tig ol bitties
I'm plottin on how I can take Cassie away from Diddy
The girls want a Minaj
Yeah they wetta than a Rainmen
Usher buzz me in,
EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND!If you fuckin' with me
Really fuckin' with me
You go get some girls and
Bring em to me
If you fuckin' with me
Really fuckin' with me
You'll let her put her hands in your pants
Be my little freak
Be my little freak
Be my little freak
Let her put her hands in your pants
Be my little freak
If you fuckin' with me
Really fuckin' with me
Let her put her hands in your pants
Be my little freak

"We need to get out of here. Now." I heard him whispered in a deep husky voice dripping in seduction. Fuck. My. Life. I nodded as he briskly led me off the floor through the packed room and out the door to the main part of the hotel. For a minute I thought I saw a blond that had been with Vee and Rixon earlier in the evening watching us and giving me a look made of ice and steel, but when I blinked she was gone so I brushed it off, too distracted by the buzzing bee's swarming through my whole circulatory system courtesy of Patch.

When we were out in the lights away from the throbbing beat, teenage hormones and lyrics meant to energize and...Patch dropped my hand and started pacing furiously before punching the wall.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, I had to get out of there before I did something we'd both regret."

For a minute his words stung. Would having sex with me be so bad? Then reality hit me of what he meant. I was all he really had, he was all I had, without each other we'd be totally alone, was sex worth enough to risk that? No.

"Please say something. Did I already screw this up? I can't lose you, Angel. I'm so sorry. I don't know what the fuck is getting into me, I haven't been with anyone for almost a year, my body is overwhelmed with the build up of..."

"You, the famous Patch Cipriano, haven't had sex in a year?!" I gasped, my heart skipping a beat, my playboy hadn't gotten any in twelve months?! No wonder he was so aroused, it wasn't me it was just his out of control testosterone!" I closed my eyes for a minute fighting back the swirl of emotions running through me, hurt, understanding, lust, relief we hadn't thrown out seventeen years of friendship for something that...Damn but it would feel so good, my body pulsed with need. "I get it, it's fine I was just as much at fault I wasn't exactly not responding." I looked at him and after a brief look of insecurity his normal mask of flirt and danger was back in place.

"Well I can't blame you, look at me!" He chuckled and I rolled my eyes but I had to laugh. He really was the cockiest asshole I'd ever met.

"Careful Cipriano, you and your ego won't fit through the door and you'll be stuck here living in the hotel." I smirked.

"Let's get out of here." He grabbed my arm.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he led me outside into the night.

"I'm thinking breakfast." His eyes danced in the starlight as the moon cast light and shadows against his gorgeous face. He was so handsome in the early hours of dawn it hurt to look at him.

"Sounds good to me." I smiled. "I get the impression I didn't really have a choice anyhow."

"You didn't, but you're okay with that because you love me." He flashed me one of his genuine smiles he reserves only for me looking so happy and relaxed as he pulled me to him and slid his arm around my waist pulling me close again.

"Yeah I do." I sighed, closing my eyes for just a second, face tilted to the sky taking a steadying breath as he guided my feet to his jeep. Maybe more than is good for me...

THERE SHE IS, WHAT DO YOU THINK GUYS? IT'S JUST A TEASE I KNOW NO REAL LEMONS...YET... POOR PATCH, NO ACTION FOR A YEAR! :O

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