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Amy and I walked towards the club. We were incredibly excited. Amy had just turned 16 and not only had she driven us here in her brand new car but we were totally free tonight! We were going to this really cool club that all of the juniors and seniors at our school went to. We got all dressed up and if I do say so myself we looked pretty hot. I was wearing a silver t-shirt dress that was covered in sequins and skin tight with a pair of black peep-toe high heels. Amy was wearing one of her crazy concoctions but she could pull it off and looked just as cute. I was hoping that I'd get my first kiss tonight, I was three months away from being 16 and I had yet to be kissed, or even go on a date.

I felt Amy nudge me in the side and I looked up. Coming towards us was a group of guys. They looked our way and smiled and as I made eye contact with the one at the head I felt myself pitch forward. I couldn't believe that I had tripped, I was so embarrassed, couldn't I catch a break just once? My heel had gotten stuck in a crack and broke but instead of my face landing in the street like I had expected, strong arms caught me. I looked up into the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen. Alek Petrov, the king of the school and the subject of every girl's dreams. He pulled me up to my feet making sure I had my balance before he let me go. "Careful there, wouldn't want to ruin what was perfect." He said looking me over. I smiled, ducking my head as I murmured some kind of thank you and then awkwardly ran off with Amy. Let me tell you it's really hard to know that the hottest guy I've ever seen is watching me as I hobble off to the club with my friend missing a four inch heel. I heard the group of guys laugh and turned to watch them. Alek was still watching me and he waved slightly, just wiggling his fingers at me, before turning to go with the rest of his group. I smiled back and nodded my head before turning around and following Amy inside. She of course pulled me right to the bathroom where it was quiet enough to talk.

"Alek just caught you! And he complimented you!" Amy squealed inside. I nodded and smiled excitedly.

"I know, but I'm sure he was just trying to make me feel better, I did look like an idiot out there."

"I wish my heel had broken so he could catch me." She said.

"Hmm, but what do I do with the said heel?" Amy bent over wrenching my foot out from under me and slipped my shoe off. She whacked the heel on the edge of the sink and I watched as my favorite pair of heels became my favorite pair of flats. She handed the shoe to me and smiled proudly.

"I'm not going to let your shoe problems ruin my 16th birthday." She said. I slipped the shoe back on my foot and looked down at my feet. They weren't perfect, not as comfortable but they would do. Amy grabbed my arm and pulled me out to the dance floor. She wormed her way to the middle, dragging me with her. It was warmer here than it was on the edge and everyone was closer to each other. We danced all night enjoying every moment of our freedom. My mom thought we were just doing our normal tres amigos thing, and Amy's dads thought the same thing. No one knew that Amy and I were actually clubbing. It felt kind of good. I was never the bad girl, anything but actually. My mom always knew what was going on in my life, always knew where I was, what I was doing, even what I was thinking. That's fine I love my mom and I'm glad we share that kind of bond but, now, knowing that no one knows where I am or what I'm doing is filling me with the adrenaline that is keeping me going right now. I felt a guy's hands slide onto my hips as he sidled up to me. I turned around and realized he was really cute. I smiled and I danced with him for a couple of songs. No matter how hard I tried though I could get those chocolate brown eyes out of my head, the ones that had looked so deeply into mine in only a matter of seconds. I couldn't get the feeling of his hands on my arms to go away either. Alek Petrov, the sexy brit, basketball star, dreamy sex god and completely out of my reach. Why did I have to set my heart on something so unattainable? Why couldn't I have fallen for a guy who was more, well, in my league?

The next day at school was rough. We'd stayed out way to late and Amy and I were both crazy tired. I almost fell asleep in homeroom. Not that homeroom isn't boring but it's only fifteen minutes of the day. I knew that today was going to be very long. I was so tired that I could hardly see through my lashes that were slowly and slowly getting closer together as my eye lids that felt like two ton bricks closed –even while walking down the hall- but my feet and legs were killing me. The heel/flats might have looked cute and even gotten the job done but they were the least comfortable slabs of plastic to dance on until 3 in the morning. I was walking down the hall now, half asleep and lamenting every step when a very large someone bumped into my shoulder. Before I knew it my bag was slipping off my shoulder and spilling everywhere. I looked down and the spilled personal contents of my converse bag and sank to my knees to pick it up. Longest day ever, I could just feel it. The hall was clearing thankfully making it easier to grab things that had gone skidding across the lovely grey linoleum floor of the hall. I had just crawled over to get one of the said items when I saw a pair of black combat boots untied at the top with jeans stuffed into them standing right in front of me. "This yours?" The voice belonging to the boots asked. I followed the perfectly muscled legs up to the face admiring every inch in between. Alek crouched down and held out a little silver makeup bag. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I realized what he was holding. It was not makeup in that little silver Clinique bag. I quickly took it from him and shoved my cleverly disguised tampon bag back in my purse. I nodded vigorously continuing to shove things in my bag as my cheeks got progressively redder. He continued to gather things and hand them to me. I could see him smirking as he did so which only made me more embarrassed. When everything was back in my bag he helped me to my feet and I mumbled something that I hope resembled a thank you and sped away down the hall. It wasn't until I got to my locker that I realized he had followed me. He leaned against the lockers next to mine his arms folded loosely over his taught chest and tighter shirt. I looked over at him out of the corner of my eye and saw him smirk at me and then he turned so that he was facing me. "King, right?" he asked. I nodded and continued to fiddle around in my locker. "How did your clubbing experience go last night?" He asked.

"Good." I squeaked, mentally face palming myself for my voice cracking.

"You looked really good last night, today too." He said looking me over once. I smiled and looked down, flushing again I'm sure. He waited for a minute before continuing. "I'll see you around, King." He told me. "You seem to need my help a lot anyway." He laughed lightly as he said it, but something about the way he said it wasn't insulting. He wasn't trying to make fun of me, just make conversation. I watched him as he left wishing I could come up with something to say back, something that would make me seem witty and smart but nothing was coming to my head except for how damn good he looked in those jeans.

School was finally over after what felt like a life time and, to my relief or maybe not, there were no more run ins with Alek. I saw him a few times like at lunch when I walked by the table he was sitting at and saw him smile at me. I waved back but made sure it was small and unnoticeable to anyone but him, after all I didn't want to make it seem like I was as head over heels for him as I really was. I could be just a charity case for him, or a dare- it wouldn't be the first time that the popular crowd had pulled in an unsuspecting and naïve underdog in a game. Other than that, I was still the nonexistent Chloe King. I was still incredibly tired when I got to work that afternoon but after grabbing myself a venti caramel macchiato I was at least awake enough to deal with Lana and fold clothes. It was uneventful for the most part and only a few customers came in. I spent most of my time tagging new clothes that had come in and putting them away. I was putting a stack of printed tees, unfortunately they were on the top shelf. I was on the top stair of a stepping stool and leaning to the side trying to get the flimsy tee shirts to go up on the shelf without looking crappy and balancing on one foot when I heard Lana yell at me. "Chloe!" This startled me and in turning to look at my boss I lost my balance and started to fall. Unfortunately all of the shirts that were in my hand and the ones that were on the shelf already fell with me as I skillfully knocked them off the shelf. Instead of the hard floor of the store though I found myself wrapped tightly in one arm and instead of some twenty odd shirts landing on my head I saw another hand shoving them back up onto the shelf. I looked up over my shoulder and saw Alek smirking down at me. I suddenly became very aware of his arm under my breasts and tried to stand up but my booted foot tried to grab footing on a shirt and slipped out from under me causing me to slip down even further in his hold. He finished pushing the shirts back up onto the shelf and then reached down, quickly turning me around in his arms so I was facing him and placing me on my feet as well. "I told you, you needed me." He said.

"Well, aren't you just a regular white knight." I told him pushing my hair behind my ear. I smiled internally at what I had said.

He took a step towards me and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "More of a grey knight, less guilt when I get laid." I instantly blushed and looked down. "Don't worry, you're too innocent for me." He said stepping away. That angered me slightly. I looked up and took a step towards him. My lips were only inches from his.

"I'm not as innocent as you think, Petrov" I told him. He placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up off the ground placing me on the step stool.

"I bet you aren't, but I don't have time to find out today. It will have to wait." He said before leaving. He disappeared quite quickly and I didn't understand what had happened. He had been taunting me and then when I played back he ran away. It was Alek Petrov, he had been around, at least that was the rumor. Now that I think about it though, I'd never actually seen him kiss anyone. Maybe he was a private person, maybe he didn't date girls from our school, or maybe it was all just an act. The last was hard to believe- but maybe he was just as innocent as I was.

My assumption was proved wrong over the coming week. There was no way that a guy with moves like Alek was innocent. He knew every move in the book, written every line of it too, I'm sure. He was the subject of every girl's dreams for a reason. I'd seen him around school with a couple of girls always very close when he spoke and he always had that smirk on his face, that smirk that gave him that boyish innocence but let any girl know that he knew exactly what she thinking about at that exact moment. He wasn't as innocent as I was, so what. That didn't matter. I could play at a game just as well as he could. Well, maybe not as good. After all I was invisible to most of the school and there was no way I was going to hook up with one of the guys who actually did acknowledge my existence. They would not make Alek jealous, they wouldn't even make him notice. I looked down at the jeans and t-shirt I was wearing and wished I had dressed up a little today. I turned around and buried my head in my locker trying to not pay attention to the spectacle down the hall. Alek was talking to a cheer leader. Sierra was leaning against the lockers one foot braced against the metal wall behind her. Alek's hand was placed to the left of her head as he leaned toward her. His legs straddled her one that was bent and he was only a few inches from the giggling cheerleader. I knew I was talking to myself mimicking the conversation I knew was happening. "Oh, Alek, you are just so hot I just want to bang you all night long" I said in a falsetto that of course didn't resemble Sierra's deep and sensual voice but made me feel better.

"I didn't know you felt so passionate about me, King." I froze when I heard that accented comment. It was a lot closer than it should have been. I pulled my head out of my locker and looked over my shoulder. Alek was standing right there, that adorably aggravating smirk across his face.

"I- I- I wasn't speaking about me." I told him. "I was mocking Sierra."

"Oh really?" he said raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, I was mocking."

"She didn't say anything of the kind."

"Not with her words." I grumbled turning back to my locker.

"Don't worry, King, if you want me to yourself all you have to do is say so. You're pretty; I can't say I'm not attracted to you." He looped a finger through my belt loop and tugged lightly. I looked down at his hand attached to my jeans and then looked up at him.

"I don't want-" I had to swallow my throat was starting to close up, "you, Alek Petrov" I looked him up and down once. "I want a guy who would be faithful to me; you are too big a flirt."

"Are you suggesting that I whore around?" He asked, smiling. He pulled me into him and my hip hit against him.

"N-no. That's not what I said." I stuttered. I could feel every part of his body against mine and I didn't like what it was doing to me. "I just meant- meant" he continued to pull on me, "meant that I I'd want someone that wanted me only."

"Who says I don't?" He asked his lips barely brushing mine as he spoke.

"You flirt with everything that moves." I told him stepping away. I went back to my locker. I thought I saw a moment of relief flash through his eyes but I couldn't be sure.

"Any other girl would have kissed me, you're different King I like that." He took a step back like he was going to leave. "I don't flirt with everything that moves, and just to prove it I won't go out on a date with anyone until you agree to go out with me." He said.

"What about the homecoming dance? You already asked Bethany." I reminded him.

"I'll break it off. I'll go alone- unless you wanted to-" He let it hang.

"No. I'm good." I said closing my locker.

"I'll see you there though, right?" I started to shake my head. "I'll put your name on the ticket list. You aren't going to let me spend my money and then not come are you?" He asked. Again I started to shake my head but he took a step forward, he placed a hand on my stomach. "Good, I'll see you there." As he walked past me he ran his fingers across the top of my pants where a small sliver of skin was showing between my shirt and pants. I shivered but Alek was already down the hall.

I shook my head and took a deep breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened. My life had been so simple, I'd dreamed for a hot guy to notice me- now I wasn't so sure I wanted this. I was only 15, I could wait. I didn't know a guy would be this much work. Then again he was really hot… I better get a dress for the dance.

I hope you guys really like this new story, as always I have a new twist to it that you haven't seen before and I hope that you will love it. Please give me lots of reviews and let me know! Maybe 10 reviews?