//...Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes.. .// Night changes-One direction.

*Bella*

Iverson drives us to the unknown, knuckles white from the tight grip he has on the steering, face sans any emotion.

Nervously I tap and stare at my right hand middle finger on my thigh, looking around at the fast blurring buildings and cars wasn't helping the tight clench in my lower abdomen.

He wasn't the only one that had been speechless since he descended that stage back at 'When The Sunset'.  My phone had hung uselessly in my hand the moment he opened his mouth to sing, long forgotten was the recording I wanted to make.

I wasn't the only one that'd been mesmerised by the power in his voice either.

When he'd announced he'd be singing 'Where do broken hearts go', I had secretly smiled at his wrong choice. If I didn't know how to sing, I wouldn't start with a five-man song.

"Oh-uh." Jerome had said beside me as I held my phone up, ready to capture his embarrassment. My smile had only gotten wider when he missed his first cue to sing.

And then 'counted all my mistake and there's only one.' he started and blew us all away.

His voice was nothing like I've heard before, I kid you not. His voice demanded you stop whatever the fuck you're doing and listen. His voice was smooth and rough, raw and defined, raspy at best and vibrated off of the speakers in honey coated waves.

His voice makes you high, emotional and dare I even say horny. I know I was.

Opened mouthed, I exchange a look with Jerome before looking around the room. Everyone, I mean everyone had their focus on him and I'm sure it wasn't because they were all fans of one direction.

Iverson misunderstood the awed look on both mine and Jerome's faces and stopped singing. For a man, as he stood there that moment, he looked just about to burst in tears.

"What's the hold?" someone drunkenly yelled and another whistled. Iverson looked between Jerome and me with wide eyes. Slowly I held a fist up as if to open my palm for him to stop like he had asked me to, but instead I gave him a thumb up.

The question "Are you sure?"  was clear on his face and I nodded. He relaxed and started the song all over again, his eyes solely on me, his voice speaking a language that excited my libido.

'counted all my mistake and there's only one, standing out from the list of the things I've done, all the rest of my crimes don't come close, to the look on your face when I let you go...'

"Is it just me or does the song seem like a message to you?"  Jerome asked. I had swallowed and rubbed my yet again sweating palms on my jeans.

"That's just you." I lied.

Iverson swerve off the main road unto a rough unfamiliar path, doing a quick survey of the surroundings I realise we are headed for the woods.

"Uhm," I start, looking at the empty road behind us. "I guess I should start telling you how good you were back there so you won't kill me?"

"Don't f?cking lie to me." he grits out without looking at me. "You made me do that and now you gonna pay."

"What?" I squeal and my heart picks a race. "You were incredible out there! People clapped, didn't you see or hear?"

He slows down and look at me with a frown.

"I swear I'm not lying," I blabber on.  "you were really good. I believe Jerome was going to tell you the same thing if you'd stopped to listen and not walked out like a zombie ."

"I know Blue, I was only playing with you." he says, stopping the car altogether. "Wow, you didn't really think I was going to hurt you, did you?"

"No," I half lie this time. I'm not exactly sure why I'd almost panic, I know he's not capable of hurting me. Well at least not physically. "I just wanted you to know you were amazing."

He sigh, close his eyes and press his head firmly on his seat's headrest. "Thanks. I just can't believe I never tried that before because someone said I couldn't."

"Who?"

"Someone whose opinion shouldn't matter anymore." he simply reply and then we sit like that in absolute silence. Me taking advantage of his closed eyes to have a fill of his handsome facial features. Jaw so sharp it could slice a cucumber, his eyelashes enviably long and full they appear to fan his cheeks. I resist the urge to reach out and smoothen the crease between his brows.

"You're going to make me blush if you keep staring like that." he says without opening his eyes and I do the blushing for him.

Quickly looking away I say.  "Don't flatter yourself, I'm just trying to guess what's going through your mind."

"Screaming."

"What?"

"I'm thinking of screaming. Has it ever happened to you? Like you just want to scream at the top of your lungs for no particular reason?" he ask with his eyes still close.

"A few times monthly." I chuckle.

"How about now?" he finally opens his eyes to look at me.

"What?"

"Let's scream together now."

"Now? Are you serious?"

"Come on." hastily he undo his seatbelt and I follow suit. He left his door wide open and walk farther away from the car so I do the same.  We walk to an edge to realise we are on a cliff and below, on the opposite side is a ledge waterfall, surrounded by greens that complimented the otherwise dry looking area.

"Wow," I comment at the sight.

"Perfect." Iverson agrees. "Ready?"

"What do you want to scream?" I ask with a chuckle.

"Just scream. On three?" I nod and waited for the count down.

"Arrrrrggggghhhhhhh!" we both scream into the wild.

I stop when I was spent and laugh at him as he goes on and on then add a satisfied 'Ha' when he was done.

"Better?" I ask.

"Slightly." he smiles.

We return to the car but instead of getting in, he produce a thin black blanket with a lighthouse design in the middle. I watch as he lay it on top of the car and set a small picnic of Garrett popcorn and Dr. Pepper from the brown paper bags he got from the supermarket on our way to the restaurant.

"Watch the sunset with me babe?" he says. I huff and sag my shoulders in fake exasperation.

"You ask too much of me." before I register what he was doing he'd drop his hands to my hips and heave me up the car, making me let out an un-lady like screech. He laughs as he walks to the other side and jerk himself up in one swift motion.

"Impressive," I say. "Do you still play basketball?"
Soon as the question was out I wish I could pick it and shove it back down my throat, the past isn't exactly a place I want to visit now. Not when the time out with him has gone better than I expected.

His eyes snaps to mine in surprise and for a moment he looks like he was seeing me for the first time. Then he shakes his head. Wordlessly he picks a can drink and open it.

"I haven't as much as touch a ball since high school." he says, handing me the opened drink.

I'll be damned if I want to know why, he doesn't look like he wants to talk about it either and I quickly press the drink to my lips before they betray me. We settled for trivia things instead, constantly steering them back on track when they try to slip right into the past.

I'm reminded how easy it was and still is to get carried away talking with Iverson. How little he says and how attentive he listens.

I found out that the lone arrow tattoo on his arm is with a microphone cord as it rear and he got it for the same reason he had never tried singing to anyone or much less in public. And he also got it at a time he got his heart broken.

As much as I wanted to know all that detail! I had to let it go in order to avoid talking about Jasmine.

At the back of my mind though, I wondered when and how she broke his heart and where the hell she is now.

Time slipped right through our fingers and we barely noticed the sunset. Eventually and sadly, we had to call it a day.

"You know I don't need help getting down right? It's not like I'm on a Kilimanjaro." I say as Iverson stand below to help me down.

He chuckles, that sound that so help me God I'm starting to remember how fond of it I was.

"I know. Just being a really gentleman, I got you up there in the first place, it's my duty to get you down" He says and I scoff, and just to show him I don't need his help I drag my ass away from where he stands, I move closer to the edge.

Iverson moves right in front of me just as I take a leap and I end bumping my jaw on his shoulder before landing on my feet.

The collision was unexpected it makes us both stagger a little but he holds me firmly to his body.

"Blue, are you alright?" He coos. Or so it feels. One of his hands on my hip and the other at the back of neck, making me look up to into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, did it hurt?" I asks. My hands resting on his biceps, my eyes trailing dangerously to his lips. I couldn't help wondering what they'll will taste like. Sure would be the caramel macadamia popcorn we just finished.

Images of me smashing my lips against his flashes through my eyes, I blink rapidly, then force myself to hear what those moving lips are saying.

"Did what hurt?" He asks quietly.

"Uhm..your..shoulder?" I try to tear my gaze away from his lips but my eyes won't cooperate with my brain.

How many time had I gone to bed with the thought of kissing him? Countless!

And now those lips are just mere breath away from mine, all I have to do is lean in a bit more and voila!

Urgh!! Move away. The sensible parts of my brain screams but my feet are firmly rooted. His hold on my hip tighten a fraction but I feel it through my layers of clothes like a mild taser.

My eyes flutter to his, the intensified blues that meet mine set goosebumps free on my skin like no man's business.

"Blue," he breaths. At least he was breathing, I wasn't. What even is air? How does it work? He leans down towards me and my eyelids begin to close as I wait in anticipation for my first kiss and the fireworks the romantic novels I've read promised.

"Ugh." he groans and let me go all at once. He spins around and walk straight back to the driver's side. Embarrassment, confusion and disappointment crawls up my neck in heat.

Stupid girl. I should have known, this isn't a fairytale and Iverson isn't my knight in shiny armour. I don't even know what's worse, that I had wanted him to kiss me and shown him, or that I had thought he'd want to kiss me.

Heavily, I take my seat and wait for him to collect the things on the car before joining me. I smile brightly as he starts the car and play a One direction song, forcing myself to sing jubilantly along to appear indifferent and unaffected.
He eyes me, laughs at me, then ruin my façade when he picks on the chorus and sing with me. That jerk.

"I never knew you were a directioner." I yell over the music.

"I'm not." he says, reducing the volume.

"And the sky is green." I reply sarcastically with an eye roll.

"No seriously, I'm not. I only listen to them because of you." 

"What?"

"They were all you talk about then." he smiles and I frown, puzzled.

"I remembered you were particularly crazy about that horrible song 'what makes you beautiful' and of course the boys, Harry did this, Niall said that, or Louis made Liam do this, even Zayn's hair. I wanted to be able to relate with your enthusiasm and excitement, so I picked them up."

"Oh." What am I even suppose to say to that? This guy is strange and just full of surprises. Listen to him and you'd think he has a thing for me. This right here was what I fell for back then. Boy, was I dead wrong?

"Well, you know their songs that aren't even singles. I think that pretty much classify you a huge fan."

"I'll go with 'just' a fan thank you." he says and I laugh. "So have you decided who you like more now? Back then you couldn't choose."

"Ha, I still can't. I'm a slut for all of them. I mean, I've taken turn in liking each of them but now I'll take them all with some peanut butter."

Iverson throws his head back and laugh. "Let's play a game then. Say, kiss, fuck and marry?"

"Ugh, I hate that game." I snort. "It gets harder each time I play but today, I think I'll kiss Louis, f?ck Liam and marry Niall." I grin and he raises an eyebrow as he tries to contain his laughs. "Ask me again in an hour and I'll give you a different answer."

"Why is Niall lucky today?"

"Well, he is conservative, you know he's remained drama free for five years? I find that intriguing, like how he does it. And those happens to be two of my favorite things."

"Conservative and intriguing in a sentence makes it... complicated." he laughs. "So what attracted you to me back then in high school? I was never a complex, maybe I wasn't pretty open, but I was open nonetheless."

"And who said I was attracted to you?" I ask. All humor gone from my face and his soon follow, We do always find our way to the past don't we?

But this time at least I get to right a wrong. The mistake I made back then telling him I was attracted to him, giving him a weapon to use against me.

"You said so yourself." He says. His posture going from relaxed to tense in a matter of seconds.

"I lied." I tell him without missing a beat. The sudden tension in the car disprove that we are the same people laughing loudly only moments ago. Luckily for me, we are almost home.

"You lied." he repeat to himself. "Glad you finally admit that. I know you lied alright? It was stupid of me to even bring that up. But I must say, you were very good at it, you fucking lied about a lot of things." He says through clenched teeth, his knuckles gone white on the steering again.

"Since you knew, why is it bothering you so much? You don't lie I suppose? Have fun with your sainthood then." I jibe, I think we both know who the liar is here. "Just, let's not fight okay, I had a good time today and it's the longest we've gotten along so don't ruin it."

He scoffs."Remember those time, four years ago? I thought we got along then too, turned out to be shit. I thought I knew you. God, the things we told each other..."

"Things we told each other?" I laugh humourlessly, my body heating up in equal anger. "Which ones exactly? Do you mean the ones that were later used against me? The ones you printed out for Jasmine to stick on my locker on daily basis? Or maybe you're referring to the bundle of lies you told me."

"What the hell are you talking about? I never lied to you." he argues, lying shamelessly through his teeth again.

"I seem to remember differently, all the shits you fed me about how you and Jasmine weren't getting along and how you were going to break up with her? Didn't we all see how that played out?"

"Well, I'm glad I didn't leave her for you, I would have been gravely disappointed. Jasmine was good and you weren't worth shit." He scoff and there goes my heart, straight to the pit of my stomach.

That's why he didn't kiss you, a voice discovers in me.

I'm a disappointment? I'm not worth shit?

"Wow." I breath out. My brain lock in it's place, I have no comeback to that except. "I really hate you, you know that right?"

He shakes his head. "I couldn't careless how a pretentious bitch feels about me to be honest." He says dismissively.

How did I end up in the same car with him again? "You are a Jerk." I tell him and he shakes his head again.

"I've been called far worse. Most recent being Scumbag if memory serves me well."

A tear roll down my cheek out of nowhere. "You know what? I'm glad you didn't leave her too. You two vipers fits each other perfectly." I say, eyes fixed on him as I shake my head repeatedly, trying to speak over the lump in my throat.

Humiliating me comes to Iverson and Jasmine naturally, how did I have even think of forgetting that for a second?

Tears roll freely down my cheeks as everything I went through then came rushing back and I feel like a naive, stupid 17years old again.

He parks the car in front of our building and spare me a glance. His expression instantly changing as he takes in my teary face.

His instant remorse look could win an Oscar. "Blue.."

"Don't call me that." I yell. "I didn't deserve to be caught in the web you and your precious Jasmine weaved, but it was my mistake for contacting you and I've learnt from it. You've taken more from me than you deserve and it ends now. Please by all means, stay with Daniel for as long as you want but I'm begging you, if you have any human bone in your body, keep away from me henceforth. Think of me as that toxic you do not want to contaminate you and stay the hell away from me Iverson. "

"I..." He starts to say but I'm already out of his car.

"Blue!" I heard him call as I slam his door after me and run for the safety of the house. Thankfully the house is just as we left it, Daniel isn't back.

I make a beeline for my room and lock myself inside, even though I know he doesn't care enough to come after me. I'm not worth shit after all.