I'm the first to pull away, because let's be honest this is getting hot and heavy pretty fast. I know it's New York City and well I've seen worse things on the street, but I'm not that kind of person. I wiggle out of his grip and he carefully sets me down on the sidewalk. Both of us are breathing heavily unable to catch out breaths. My lips feel like they've had an allergic reaction they are so swollen. I'm suddenly feeling nervous around him, and I'm not exactly sure what to think.

"Yeah, so I'm just gunna go home now and uh... yeah," I say slowly easing my way around him.

I'm walking sort of backwards sort of not. I take long slow strides and he's just watching me with an amused look on his face.

"Um... don't you need your jacket? You look a bit chilly," he says eying my chest.

When he says shit like that I want to slap him, but I hold back because I'm too flustered to think straight.

"Right, my jacket oh and my best friend. I need to get my jacket and best friend," I say starting to walk towards the club.

I walk past him repeating the words, jacket and best friend over and over. I don't hear him following me which is a good thing.

"So um... I'll call you?" he yells in my direction.

I shake my head, not looking back.

"I'll write you note?"

I stop and crane my neck just enough to see his face. I give a nod and start walking back towards the club. I'm not quite ready to give up his old fashioned way of contacting me, it's different and I kind of like it. Without another word I step forward and walk back into the club. Nicole is frantically talking to Henry. I hear her say my name as I slide into the bar stool next to hers. Henry eyes me, and then her eyes follow.

"Why are your lips swollen?" she questions her eyes brow wiggling with excitement.

"An allergy to um... alcohol?" I tease.

Henry gives me the look a father would give his daughter for returning after curfew. I'm still kind of dazed, but slowly coming out of it.

"Right," he says.

"So was it Brendon?" she asks looking over my shoulder.

From behind without touching me a hand places a bar napkin down folded up like a note. By the time I turn around he's walking away.

"Oh my god it was Jace!" she yells causing a few people at the bar including Henry to turn around.

"It was that good?" she questions.

"Mmm," I say putting my hand over the napkin.

"I think your drunk and I should take you home now," she tells me.

"You know what, I think I'm drunk too. In the morning I'll totally regret that," I say.

"Right young lady, you should be ashamed," she says pointing her finger with a smirk.

Henry looks over at us and rolls his eyes.

"I'm uh... taking this one home she's too drunk to function," Nicole says to Henry.

"Right," he says drawing out the word. "See you two troublemakers at home."

Nicole literally pushes me so fast that I almost forget my coat for the second time that night. The minute we get outside she looks over at me and says, "Girl you better spill!"

****

Stumbling over my words the whole way home I manage to tell her what happened. She's just as shocked as I am and that's when she asks the question; how good was the kiss? Where do I even begin? I know I can't actually enjoy that especially if I want to continue with my plan. Holy shit so many decisions to make, that's why the minute we walk through the door I literally pass out on my bed without getting undressed first.

It's way too early when I wake up, but I realize that I never took my shoes off and they were hurting my feet. I slip them off and then hide under the covers. Something itches my chest and when I reach down I feel the napkin note that Jace had given me. I still hadn't had a chance to read it, I was too busy explaining myself to Nicole; who loved every second of my story.

I pull the napkin out, not even sure how he folded it so neatly. I carefully pull it apart so that I don't rip it. It's written in black marker and the bottom has a check yes or no box. How romantic, I think rolling my eyes.

Would you go on another non-date with me?

I sit up and grab a marker off my desk nearly falling in the process. I check off the yes box almost immediately, what the hell is wrong with me?

***

I'm honestly a little nervous, I sent Henry off with the response and now I'm pacing in the middle of the store. Customers have been looking at me all day like I'm crazy, and I'm totally acting like a crazy girl in love. Which by the way is not the case, I'm nervous because I'm going to follow through with my plan, no matter how insane it sounds. I've already caught his attention, which was phase one. The next part all I have to do is make him fall hard and fast, so I can get this over quick. Although making out with him isn't so bad.I've been worried about Charlene, she left early with bags under her eyes and I'm pretty sure she's up to something, I'm just not sure what. I'm just hoping that I can fix this for her.

"Dear, if you pace anymore you'll start to leave marks in the floor. What's troubling you?" she questions.

We just closed up the store for the night and I'm about to go home and relax. Tonight the club is hosting a private event, so Nicole and I have decided on a movie and ice cream night. Our girl nights are seriously the best, and I've been looking forward to it all day.

"Would you ever seek revenge on someone for hurting someone you love?" I question out of nowhere.

"What kind of revenge?" she asks.

Aunt Marjorie has been sort of a stand in mom for me. My parents are both still very much alive, but they kind of look at me as a disappointment. My sister took the spotlight in everything she did; literally she was perfect at all of it. The one thing we did together was dance, both of us enjoyed it me more than her, but she was perfect at it so of course she just had to dance to prove that she was better. My sister and I are twins and well we both landed an audition for Juilliard. Knowing I'd do better than her in the audition the night before the audition she "accidentally" left her field hockey equipment in the hallway and I fell down the stairs. My ankle's been pretty messed up since. After that we pretty much stopped speaking, and my parents were angry with me for blaming her so I shut them out too.

I'd been close with Aunt Marjorie long before that, she always tried to convince my parents to let me live with them, but my mother refused. I was so happy when I moved to the city because she took me into her world with open arms, and I've been much happier.

"Not like dangerous revenge like wanting to kills someone, but like wanting to hurt them so bad so that they can feel the same pain the other person felt" I say. "Just to teach them that they shouldn't mess with others feelings," I say.

"Are you planning on getting revenge on the stalker?" she questions.

I shake my head, "No it's not really for me, it's Nicole," I lie.

"Oh, well... I think stooping down to their level is childish, but if it makes her feel better..."

"So it wouldn't make someone feel better?" I ask.

"It depends on the person, and if I were to take out revenge on someone they would have really had to do something bad," she says. "Are you sure you're not trying to ..."

"No, it has nothing to do with that. I just want to make sure Nicole doesn't get hurt," I say.

"Well you tell Nicole that she has to be careful, because in the end she could be the one who ends up hurt," she tells me.

I throw my jacket over my shoulders as Aunt Marjorie finishes counting out the till.

"Thank you for your advice," I say. "I'll make sure to relay it to Nicole."

"Alright sweetie, you just be careful; okay?"

I nod.

"You can get going, Uncle James will be here in half an hour to get me," she says.

"Okay, thanks again for listening," I tell her.

"You know I'm always here," she tells me.

With that I head out the door and into the cool February night. I start walking towards the apartment when I hear someone quietly clear their throats. The light shines down and even with the dark hoodie I know exactly who it is. I want to yell at him for stalking me for real this time, but I'm also kind of enjoying the fact that he's here.

"What are you doing? Do you want to get caught?" I yell quietly looking around.

"Chill, I made sure it was clear before I came," he says.

"Clear? My Uncle will be back soon to get my Aunt. You can't just show up here, you know that," I say.

"I know, I just had to find out where you wanted to go on our non-date?" he questions.

I laugh, "Oh is that really all you want?" I question.

He raised a brow and wiggled them like a weirdo. I roll my eyes and shake my head, he's being ridiculous.

"Oh don't lie, you've been thinking about..."

Headlights flash as my Uncle's mid-life crisis car pulls up. I push Jace towards the alley.

"I knew you wanted some...." I smack him upside the head as we round the corner.

I peak back just to make sure he didn't see us. He doesn't even look around just heads straight into the store. I breathe a sigh of relief and push him against the brick wall behind him.

"Dude, you almost got caught. Didn't I tell you he'd...," I'm cut off by his lips on mine.

I want to protest, but my body doesn't allow it. I grab the fabric of his shirt through the unzipped leather jacket and pull him into me. He moans into my mouth softly as his tongue licks my lips.

"Let me finish my..."

"You talk too much," he laughs.

"I only talk this much when I'm nervous," I admit.

"I make you nervous, huh?" he questions licking his lips as his eyes linger on mine.

"You're a jackass you do know that right?" I question a smirk playing on my face.

"So I've been told," he says.

"So why don't you just not be?" I ask.

He studies me for a moment, most likely thinking about what to say; either that or picturing me naked. It takes him a good minute of staring at me before he answers.

"I don't do nice," he says.

"Either do I," I say sending him a warning.

"You can't tell me that you haven't been thinking about our kiss?" he questions.

"I haven't been thinking about it," I lie, but he can see right through me. Truth is I've been thinking about it a lot since it happened.

"I don't want a boyfriend," I nearly whisper as his lips linger against my neck. He plants soft kisses all along the right side.

"I don't want a girlfriend," he says as his mouth meets mine.

"What is this then?" I question him between kisses.

"Fun?" he says it like a question.

"Fun huh? I can do fun," I tell him.

"Okay so relationship status is fun," he says.

"I'm cool with that," I say.

"Me too," he adds his lips trailing lower.

"So where are we going on this non-date? I ask.

"I picked the diner for our last non-date, so it's your turn," he says.

"Hmmm," I say half moaning.

"Can you blade?" I question.

"Like a knife?" he asks.

"No dumbass like rollerblade?" I ask.

"Did we go back in time to the nineties?" he jokes.

"You didn't answer my question," I say pretending to be annoyed.

"I can," he says. "Not," he adds.

I laugh, "You can't rollerblade? What about roller skate?" I question him.

He shakes his head, "Anything with roller or skate in the word I don't do," he says.

"What if I said I could teach you," I say.

"Do I have to wear dorky pads like I'm five?" he questions.

"Helmet strongly suggested, other pads I guess you could get away with not," I tell him.

"I don't have my own though," he says.

"I've got two pairs," I say.

Aside from dancing I'd spent a lot of time at the skate parks by my house. My mom hated it. I'd come home with bloody knees, hands, arms; and a gash on my forehead in fact the scar is still there.

"Okay, so rollerblading it is," he says. "Should I dress in spandex or something?" he asks.

"Please don't," I laugh.

"Okay then, I need to get back to work," he says.

"Wait, you're supposed to be at work but you're here with me?" I ask.

He nods, "I'm on my break," he says.

"And you chose to spend it with me rather than eat? How did you even know what time I'd...." I trail off. "Henry?" I ask.

"I cannot unveil where I get my info from," he whispers in my ear causing shivers down my whole body.

"Well you can tell your new found friend that he shouldn't have done that," I whisper.

"And why's that?" he lips are now on the left side of my neck and he's sucking softly.

I let out a ragged breath, and moan lightly.

"Because I told you why, do you have a death wish? My Uncle will..."

"I know call the cops," he says in a weird voice like he's trying to imitate me.

I smack him in the shoulder and he chuckles lightly.

"So tomorrow works right?" he questions.

"Yeah, meet me outside the club around noon, supposed to be a gorgeous day our first taste of spring," I say happily.

"Oh I'll give you something to tas..."

I cover his mouth with my hand not wanting him to finish that sentence. I know the next few words would have to do with tasting something attached to his body. His tongue darts out and I feel the wetness of it on my hand.

"You're gross," I tease.

"Thanks. I should really get back before Frank realizes, I'm like an hour overdue from break," he says.

I shake my head and smile at him.

"Yeah you should..." I whisper.

He starts to walk away, but then turns, "But I'm going to leave you with this," he whispers pulling me in with his hands on my hips.

He gets this crazy look in his eye when he's about to kiss me. I'm sure he gives all the girls he kisses this look. He leans down and presses hard against me and I'm not minding one bit. So fun is what we are calling this, I think I can do fun; for now.