The First Step
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,600
Reviews:
13
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Currently Reading:
0
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The Second Step
A/N: Wow I got reviews…*blushes*
Mark: This chapter is for you since you took the time to review and became the first one to.
Cynthia: No. I only write under FlameArchanist although most of my stories are fanfiction.
Truth44: Your wish is my command.
The Second Step
It took another week before Trent was able to corner his grey eyed challenge. Viper had just made a dash out of her last class. Hurriedly she stuffed various school supplies into her orange backpack. Her worried gaze studied the sky as she zipped her bag securely.
Dark clouds loomed over the school and almost inaudible rumblings heralded the approach of what looked to be a very heavy rainfall. Quickly Viper donned her black trench coat with the corset decorations on the back running all the way to her feet. She had her head down and was intent on walking home before the storm started. A sleek black convertible pulled along side her.
“Need a ride?” Viper’s head shot up at the sound of the voice. She peered into the car and noticed exactly who the driver was. A head full of dark brown hair and a strong jaw caught her eye first. When her eyes made their way to the actual face her curious gaze turned hard and her eyes narrowed.
“I would rather not.” She straightened up and continued her fast paced stride. Undaunted the car crawled beside her. Viper could not help but hope that Trent would encounter a parked car before he had time to swerve away. ‘Of course if he did hit another car he would somehow make it be as if he was the victim. I can see it now ‘When Parked Cars Attack.’
“You know you don’t have to get drenched for me to look at you. I like how you look dry too.” Trent’s mouth turned upwards in a supposedly charming grin. Viper declined to answer him. A drop of rain landed on the ground before her. It was quickly followed by hundreds of its fellow drips.
“Just get in. I promise not to do anything.” Viper glanced around her before quickly ducking into the car. As untrustworthy she knew Trent to be, it was better to face him than her mother if she showed up completely soaked. With misgivings abound Viper settled herself into the bucket seat. She just missed the conniving look on Trent’s face while she was dealing with her seatbelt.
The radio was turned up slightly and one of the new popular bands came on over the frequency. Viper tried to hide her grimace. She hated boy bands with a passion. She draped her arms around her bag and held it to her body. Trent mistook the gesture and turned the heater up. Luckily she had not gotten too wet and dried almost immediately. Viper pulled a hair band off her wrist and pulled back her black hair into a high, messy ponytail. Her bangs refused to stay up and they slid down to cover the sides of her face.
“So where to?” The brunette could barely contain the predatory look that strained to break over his face. His eyes traveled over her body noting her tense posture and how she refused to look directly at him.
“Home. Just go down this street and turn right when you hit Orange.” Trent pulled away from the curb that he had been skirting and merged into the light traffic.
“Do you want to get some dinner before I take you home?”
“No.”
“A movie?”
“I just want to go home. Thanks.”
“How about…”
“No.”
Trent had been tempted to continue this delightful conversation when Viper spoke up of her own volition.
“It is the house the second from the corner.” Trent dutifully glanced at the modest house before blissfully driving right past it.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” She was alarmed and reached for her door’s handle. A soft thunking sound told her that he had engaged his power locks. A twinge of fear ran up her spine. ‘Maybe getting drenched was a better idea after all.’
“We are going to dinner of course.” He turned on his blinker and turned left towards the commercial part of town. He could feel her death glare on his profile. Trent could not stop the smirk from twisting his lips.
“This is kidnapping.” Viper’s tone suggested towards a most painful experience if he refused to take her back.
“You are well developed for a kid.” Trent leered.
“You are sick.” Disgust clearly colored her statement. Pale fingers clutched at the black handle. Viper’s whole body radiated paranoia.
“Look I just want to have dinner with you. I promise I won’t do anything.” Unbeknownst to Viper his fingers crossed themselves as he reassured her. She swiped her long bangs out of her face.
“Fine. But you are going to take me home right afterwards.” Viper rummaged around in her backpack before pulling out a slim cell phone. She pressed the buttons so rapidly Trent had no chance to decipher her number. She waited a few rings and the machine picked up. After a quick explanation of where she would be Viper snapped the phone shut and dropped it back into her garish bag.
“I know just the place to go.”
“Oh really. Do they have cute waitresses?” Viper raised her eyebrow as Trent laughed.
“As a matter of fact they do.” Trent envisioned Viper in one of the little café’s uniforms. A corner of his mouth lifted and his pants got just a slight bit tighter than usual. This was the second step.
Mark: This chapter is for you since you took the time to review and became the first one to.
Cynthia: No. I only write under FlameArchanist although most of my stories are fanfiction.
Truth44: Your wish is my command.
The Second Step
It took another week before Trent was able to corner his grey eyed challenge. Viper had just made a dash out of her last class. Hurriedly she stuffed various school supplies into her orange backpack. Her worried gaze studied the sky as she zipped her bag securely.
Dark clouds loomed over the school and almost inaudible rumblings heralded the approach of what looked to be a very heavy rainfall. Quickly Viper donned her black trench coat with the corset decorations on the back running all the way to her feet. She had her head down and was intent on walking home before the storm started. A sleek black convertible pulled along side her.
“Need a ride?” Viper’s head shot up at the sound of the voice. She peered into the car and noticed exactly who the driver was. A head full of dark brown hair and a strong jaw caught her eye first. When her eyes made their way to the actual face her curious gaze turned hard and her eyes narrowed.
“I would rather not.” She straightened up and continued her fast paced stride. Undaunted the car crawled beside her. Viper could not help but hope that Trent would encounter a parked car before he had time to swerve away. ‘Of course if he did hit another car he would somehow make it be as if he was the victim. I can see it now ‘When Parked Cars Attack.’
“You know you don’t have to get drenched for me to look at you. I like how you look dry too.” Trent’s mouth turned upwards in a supposedly charming grin. Viper declined to answer him. A drop of rain landed on the ground before her. It was quickly followed by hundreds of its fellow drips.
“Just get in. I promise not to do anything.” Viper glanced around her before quickly ducking into the car. As untrustworthy she knew Trent to be, it was better to face him than her mother if she showed up completely soaked. With misgivings abound Viper settled herself into the bucket seat. She just missed the conniving look on Trent’s face while she was dealing with her seatbelt.
The radio was turned up slightly and one of the new popular bands came on over the frequency. Viper tried to hide her grimace. She hated boy bands with a passion. She draped her arms around her bag and held it to her body. Trent mistook the gesture and turned the heater up. Luckily she had not gotten too wet and dried almost immediately. Viper pulled a hair band off her wrist and pulled back her black hair into a high, messy ponytail. Her bangs refused to stay up and they slid down to cover the sides of her face.
“So where to?” The brunette could barely contain the predatory look that strained to break over his face. His eyes traveled over her body noting her tense posture and how she refused to look directly at him.
“Home. Just go down this street and turn right when you hit Orange.” Trent pulled away from the curb that he had been skirting and merged into the light traffic.
“Do you want to get some dinner before I take you home?”
“No.”
“A movie?”
“I just want to go home. Thanks.”
“How about…”
“No.”
Trent had been tempted to continue this delightful conversation when Viper spoke up of her own volition.
“It is the house the second from the corner.” Trent dutifully glanced at the modest house before blissfully driving right past it.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” She was alarmed and reached for her door’s handle. A soft thunking sound told her that he had engaged his power locks. A twinge of fear ran up her spine. ‘Maybe getting drenched was a better idea after all.’
“We are going to dinner of course.” He turned on his blinker and turned left towards the commercial part of town. He could feel her death glare on his profile. Trent could not stop the smirk from twisting his lips.
“This is kidnapping.” Viper’s tone suggested towards a most painful experience if he refused to take her back.
“You are well developed for a kid.” Trent leered.
“You are sick.” Disgust clearly colored her statement. Pale fingers clutched at the black handle. Viper’s whole body radiated paranoia.
“Look I just want to have dinner with you. I promise I won’t do anything.” Unbeknownst to Viper his fingers crossed themselves as he reassured her. She swiped her long bangs out of her face.
“Fine. But you are going to take me home right afterwards.” Viper rummaged around in her backpack before pulling out a slim cell phone. She pressed the buttons so rapidly Trent had no chance to decipher her number. She waited a few rings and the machine picked up. After a quick explanation of where she would be Viper snapped the phone shut and dropped it back into her garish bag.
“I know just the place to go.”
“Oh really. Do they have cute waitresses?” Viper raised her eyebrow as Trent laughed.
“As a matter of fact they do.” Trent envisioned Viper in one of the little café’s uniforms. A corner of his mouth lifted and his pants got just a slight bit tighter than usual. This was the second step.