3. Heating Rage

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Dania had only been in my car for five minutes and already she was going through my stack of CD's trying to find something to listen to. All of my music was good but for some reason she wasn't in the mood for anything tonight.

"So what did you get Clark for his birthday?" I asked to distract her from rummaging through anymore of my stuff.

"I found this superman tie and I knew I had to get if for him."

We had this inside joke were we called Clark Superman/Clark Kent. When he dresses up in a suit and wears his thick glasses he could totally pass as the super hero.

"What did you get him?" Dania stopped scattering my things and began fiddling with her phone.

"I saw this cute girl at Target and I got her number for him."

Dania torn her eyes away from her phone and stared at me. "Really?"

I laughed. "No, but you know he'd love it if I did."

"True."

Clark was a ladies man. He wasn't shy. He had no trouble talking to women but that might be from the attention he was already getting from them. He was a cute kind of corky but totally hot guy.

We rounded the corner to his house and saw the whole street crowded with cars. It seemed like no one wanted to miss out on a Compton celebration. A lot of his cousins were standing outside on the porch. It was a lovely night; the weather was amazing. My heart was over the moon when I didn't see Chris but I couldn't get too excited. He was probably inside.

I was pretty good friends with all his girl cousins because they were honestly really easy to get along with. We hugged and entered the packed house. It was decorated with random blue streamers and balloons. I maneuvered my way through the crowd and went straight for the kitchen. The tables were filled with colorful foods and drinks; there was enough to feed the whole town. Yup, the Compton's sure knew how to throw a party.

I poured myself a glass of red punch and turned to scan the room. My eyes caught a tall dark figure toward the back who was conspicuously talking to a group. His black hair was a little more messy than usual but it only added to his undeniably alluring bad boy image. His muscular tan arms glowed in comparison to his blue V-neck shirt.

My stomach quenched when his green eyes suddenly found mine. I almost threw my neck out twisting my head so fast. I bit my lip to keep from cursing. Why did he have to be here? Wait, cause Chris was Clark's cousin, I told myself like I was a dumb. I felt a terrible disaster coming on in the near future.

"Laura! You came," I heard an enthusiastic Clark say from behind me.

"Of course I did." I caged him in a bear hug. "Happy Birthday, Superman."

He smirked, his signature Compton grin. "Thanks. So food and drinks are in the kitchen; help yourself."

I raised my cup. "I already did."

"Good. Now don't leave so soon. We have a few games happening in a couple minutes."

I nodded and he left to greet other people. I guess everyone else was here a bit early but I was like what; one hour late. Who comes early to a party?

I found the table covered with wrapped presents and decided to put my gift there too before I forgot. Sarah stopped me just as I kind of tripped over someone's big foot.

"Laura!" She flung her tiny arms around my neck and it was enough to steady me. "Thank you so much again for helping me out the other day."

I wrapped my arms around her too and tugged her tighter. "It's all good Sarah. I'm glad I could help."

"You're the best, you know that?"

It was true and I definitely knew it. "I'm the MOH. I have to be the best."

She rolled her eyes.

"Hey I'll see you around. I got to get rid of this." I held up the envelope that contained Clark's gift.

"Okay."

I began shoving through people again and after a hard struggle got to the table. Man, there were so many boxes of various shapes and sizes. I never had that many gifts on my birthday. I placed the envelope on the empty corner. I was sure he would find it eventually.

I was heading in the direction Dania was at when I heard my name being called by a deep manly voice. I twisted my heels and found Tommy looking right at me. He was also a Compton with the same handsome genes as the rest.

His playful blues eyes were sparkling with mischief. He was always the troublemaker of the bunch and sometimes he would drag me into his little endeavors. Tommy raised his finger at me and motioned for me to go to them. He was talking to Chris and Aaron.

I gulped and deeply considered about pretending I didn't hear him. I really didn't want to face Chris anytime soon especially after our little cake tasting adventure. I was still pissed.

"Laura," he said again a little louder so it was heard over the music.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. Damn, I swallowed my indifference and made my way towards them. Aaron's welcoming smile did make me feel better about approaching the douche bag. Chris gave me the once over before tilting his head and taking a sip from his cup.

Tommy's smile grew wide by the time I reached him. "Hey Laura, how are you doing?"

I drifted my gaze up towards Chris' towering body. He was barely acknowledging my presence.

"I've been in better company."

I watched Chris' eyes drop down to my level. I smirked before redirecting my stare towards Tommy and Aaron. "How are you fellas doing?"

"We're a little troubled," Tommy said in a velvet voice that he only used when he wanted to seduce someone.

I raised my brow. "Oh really, and why's that?"

"You see," he patted Aaron's back. "Aaron here has a bit of a girl issue."

I covered my mouth to suppress a chuckle. "Oh no."

Tommy nodded. "And we kinda need a woman's advice."

"And that is where I come in," I glanced up at Aaron who was showing no emotion. Was he embarrassed? This was too cute. I think he was.

"Exactly. You see Aaron has a crush on this girl but he doesn't know what to do about it because he doesn't know if she feels the same way."

I wrapped my long hair in between my fingers. "And he doesn't want to make an ass of himself if she doesn't like him."

Aaron eyes' finally focused on my words and he nodded.

"Do I know this girl?" I was curious no doubt to know which lucky girl caught the eye of Aaron Compton.

"Oh that's really not important." Tommy spoke up trying to get me to drop that subject. I guess he didn't want me know.

"Well Aaron you're handsome, smart, funny, and a complete gentleman. This girl would be insane not to like you back. Just tell her how you feel." That was the best advice I would give to anyone.

"This woman is also older than him."

Wow. I did not peg him as the type to go for a sugar momma. But hey I would go cougar for him. "I still think you should tell her."

Aaron's soft eyes were searching mine as if he thought I'd take back my advice.

"Aaron," Chris finally spoke up and I groaned. It was better when I forgot he was even here. "This girl is a complete waste of time. And to be honest, you could do way better."

I frowned and turned to scowl Chris. Now I really wanted to know who this girl was. "He can't just drop it without trying."

Chris narrowed his eyes at me, probably trying to intimidate me. I was way past cowering down from his crazed harsh stare. He did not scare me in the slightest.

"Yes he can."

"If they are happy together, why is it any of your business? Age is just a number and besides Aaron is a big boy he can make his own decisions without you crushing them down before they have a chance."

Chris was burning a hole in the back of my head once I turned to get Aaron's attention. He was such a heartless jerk. Didn't he want to see his cousin happy?

"Do whatever you think is worth doing Aaron."

With that I took a step back and faded into the crowd to put as much distance between me and Chris as possible.

The party was pretty fun once the games began. Everyone got involved and I tried my hardest not to notice Chris every time he somehow found his way in front of me. We didn't look at each other, not even when we played twister.

When the sun was finally gone everyone started to huddle inside the living room. That was when the best game was played. Clark sat in the middle of the room, everyone else was standing around him in a circle.

"Alright, so the point of the game is to tell one secret you know about the birthday boy, and then describe one person in this room so that we can guess who they are. When that person is discovered they are next in playing the game and telling everyone a new secret about the birthday boy," Tommy explained the gist of the game.

"Everyone understand?"

I had only played this game once or twice and I had to admit it was pretty fun. Basically it was your chance to embarrass the birthday boy.

Tommy began. "Clark likes to sleep with a night light on."

I could hear a few giggles and Clark's cheeks blushed a shade of pink.

"I'm sure I'm not the only one," he tried to defend himself.

"No but you're the only guy," Dania shouted and that was when I joined in on the laughter.

"Okay, okay," Tommy had to hush the crowd. "Now I am six feet tall, I wear jeans when I sleep, and my dad owns a bakery."

He was describing someone in the room and the only person whose parents owned a bakery was Evan. Evan continued the game which lasted a pretty decent time. It was incredible how many secrets about Clark people could come up with.

"When Clark was seven he stole his sister's skirt and wore it around the house," Chris said making sure everyone heard him.

Clark's jaw dropped and I was sure he wanted to die from the embarrassment his family was putting him through.

Chris continued before Clark could say anything. "I am an annoying brown-noser," his eyes landed on the person next to me, "who likes to use sarcasm to make fun of people because it makes me feel better about myself."

My throat went dry. He wouldn't? His eyes shot to me and I knew he wasn't finished.

"And my last name is Brown."

Everyone in the room jerked their heads in my direction. I was the only one with that last name. I wish my eyes had laser powers because my death stare was doing no harm to Chris. That ass seriously just went there. I honestly didn't think he would take such a low blow. Man was I wrong; well two can play that game.

"Clark's favorite movie is 'The Vow'," I declared and surprisingly Clark didn't try to comment. He was still probably a little shocked over what Chris just said about me.

"I am an a-hole that only talks to my family because no one else can stand my arrogance. I'm insensitive and numb. I try to hide it but I truly have no feelings. I'm empty and afraid of people finding out." I emphasized each word as I stared into his haunting evergreen eyes.

"I am none other than the unmistakable Chris freakin Compton."

The tension in the room was growing with each second. Chris took a step closer; like that would do him any good. I bet he wanted to strangle me. I stood my ground and tried to control my rage.

"Clark sniffs his armpits before he walks out of the bathroom." All eyes were on us. Everyone was waiting for Chris' next words; no one dared stop the game.

"I am a two faced manipulative little girl that finds pleasure in others humiliation. The only reason people talk to me is because they feel sorry for me. I am nothing. I am a pathetic excuse for a friend."

That stung more than I thought it would. Why did his words have to cut so deep? I promised myself that I wouldn't let him have that kind of power over me but here I am. His dark eyes were filled with hate and to be honest I didn't even know why.

I noticed everyone's frozen expressions. No one knew what to say or do.

I spun on my heels before anything else could come crashing down on me. No one said anything as I dodged my way through the clustered bodies. I held in that one tear that wanted to escape as I slammed open the back door. It was entirely pitch black outside but the glowing moon made it easier for me to see.

I needed air; I needed space. My hands began to shake as I played it over in my mind. This was unbelievable. I hated him. I hated him so much. Once far enough away from the house and curious ears I screamed. The release of my frustration and humiliation let me think with a clear head. Why was this happening to me? Why did I care? What he said was definitely not true.

But then why did it hurt so much. No, no, no push it to the back of your head Laura. Let it go. He was rude and selfish and insensitive. Everything he said about me was truly describing himself.

He knows nothing about me.

I stormed off a little further till I reached the edge of the small lake. It was quiet and calm; exactly what I needed at the moment. The still water was glistening from the moon and I tried to replicate its serene equilibrium. My face was boiling hot from embarrassment and anger but the light breezes felt like heaven against my skin. It was a lot colder out here than I expected.

I needed to gather my nerves. This was not how I planned on spending my night. I took deep, long breaths but the fire of anger was rumbling inside me. I wanted to go back there and claw his face for being so nasty. Why did he hate me so much? Did he think of everyone that way or was it just me?

Oh God why do I care? In the end he was still a jerk and I didn't think any amount of therapy would change that.

I was so engrossed with my private conversation and watching the small water patterns moving back and forth that I hadn't heard anyone approach me from behind.

"You'll catch a cold out here," his low voice sent new shrills of fury throughout my body.

I clenched my fists together to keep from attacking him. "Don't act like you care."

"I don't."

Oh God give me patience, give me patience. Why the heck was he out here? I came to get away from him and now he wouldn't leave me alone. Damn him. Damn Chris freakin Compton.

"What are you doing here Chris?" I asked through clinched teeth.

All I heard was the sound of crickets and nothing from his mouth. What? Nothing to say now? "What the hell is your problem?" I shouted but didn't bother to turn and face him because I knew that would only provoke me.

"I don't know what you are talking about," his smooth voice was slicing through my soul like a razor dipped in poison.

"You're such a snake. All you know how to do is deceive people with your flawless exterior but inside you is a rotten, hateful soul."

His chilling laugh made the hairs on my back stand. "Is that how you see me?"

"Yes. Was that image not descriptive enough? Cause I can easily add on to it." A breeze hit me like sharp ice. Damn it was cold out here. I wanted to go back inside but I knew I would have to walk past that thing and at this moment it was not an option.

"You're the one to judge." He spat back. "You throw insulting sarcasm on people you think are too weak to do anything about it."

My face suddenly began to burn from boiling blood. My anger took charge and I pivoted to face the asshole. I was not expecting him to be standing so freaking close. He was literally three inches from my face. I was already hot from being pissed but now I had the warmth radiating off his body giving me a mini heat stroke.

Why was he so damn close? Was he planning on choking me to death? He even looked a little shocked. I guess he wasn't expecting me to turn around. I bet he was used to people taking his crap. Nope; not I.

For some odd reason my feet were stuck; I couldn't move. His green rapturing orbs were holding me prisoner. I couldn't snap out of it. His brows creased a bit like he was contemplating his next move on a chessboard.

I had no idea he had this kind of effortless effect on me. God, I felt like such a stupid schoolgirl falling for the douchebag jock. But he was so pretty and... The longer I stood under his hypnotic gaze the harder it was for me to breathe.

I got to move before I pass out. I took a step back but that was the moment Chris decided to crush his lips against mine.

I froze. What the hell?

One of his hands somehow found its way around the back of my neck and forced me to lean closer. His harsh demanding lips were devouring mine with no shame or care. This kiss was dark, rough, and above all heated with rage and ignited by hate.

My lips began to move on their own will, pressing against his commanding flow. The fire I felt building up between us felt good after spending so much time out in the cold. I wanted more. I traced my right hand up his button up shirt and pressed my palm against his chest. He was so warm.

Chris' other hand ran along my thigh to my hip where he slightly lifted the hem of my shirt and trailed his fingertips against my skin. His touch was hot and I felt like my skin was burning. He forced me backwards where my back hit a large tree. He was in no way gentle with the impact and I knew my back would most likely be hurting the next morning.

Chris never pulled away and once he heard my painful groan he bit down on my bottom lip. He bit so hard I even started to taste blood. I refused to let him take control. My hands swiftly wrapped around his neck and I curled his hair between my fingers. I was forgetting how cold it was out here since I now had Chris' entire chest pressed hard against my own. There was no space separating us.

His crude yet soft lips smoldered mine and he hardly let me pull away to even breathe. I felt his short nails dig into my hip and I whimpered giving him a slight advance to bite my bottom lip again.

I clinched his hair and tugged it hard before making my own move to bite his plump bottom lip. He instantly opened and our tongues collided. Chris dominated, conquering whatever was left inside of me. I should have stopped but for some reason I couldn't.

I felt venom emanating off his body with each vicious caress. It felt so dangerous to be in his tight and incredibly strong arms. But I was like a moth to a flame with no chance of escape. I just couldn't pull away even if he did let me.

Our lips finally parted and our panting filled my ears. I was scared to open my eyes. He was already staring down at me, his expression unreadable. His eyes were dark with lust and something else I wasn't quite sure. I felt like the beast had finally satisfied his thirst.

I blinked a few times as reality came flooding back to me like a train hitting a wall. What the hell just happened? Did Chris...Did I...Did we just...no, no, no. It had to be some kind of sick dream. My hands slowly unraveled themselves from his hair while our eyes remained locked on each other. I guess we were both trying to make some sense of it.

This couldn't be happening. We hated each other; there was no doubt about that. So how in the hell did it lead to this? That kiss definitely did not spring up from gentle, affectionate feelings. It was an act that happened through our rage and hatred for each other, nothing more. This was insane. I couldn't utter a word. What was there to say? What was I supposed to do? My hands dropped like dead weight and I pushed passed him. I was entirely certain he was drawing a blank in that impulsive head of his for a change.

I rushed inside the house, thankful no one saw our little incident. Sarah and Dania easily spotted me and I knew

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