"What?" I look at him in disbelief, my eyes wide and my body going completely still. He can't be serious.

He smiles and nods, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "Just one kiss, everyday. It's all I ask."

He is being serious.

"You're insane! I'm not kissing you, let alone everyday!" I scream at him and move forward, poking his chest angrily. This only seems to piss him off, since he grabs my hand and pulls me towards him until I'm flush against his chest.

"It doesn't have to be an actual kiss, Cupcake. Just like on my cheek or something, doesn't have to be on my lips." He rolls his eyes and pushes me away again, then the stupid smirk reappears, "Unless, of course, you want to do it that way. I'm all for it." He winks and leans back against the rack, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"No way!" By now my cheeks are completely red and flushed. I'm not even sure if it's from the fact that I'm mad or the fact of how embarrassing this all really is . . .

His smirk fades and he gives me a hard scowl, "Fine, then I'm sure you won't mind me showing everyone your underwear, would you?" I glance down at the ground, my eyes starting to tear up.

"So what, you're going to blackmail me? Is this what this is?" My words were meant to come out strong but only came out shaky and scared. Like a nervous little kitten. My gosh, someone just kill me now, please?

"Uh, yeah. That's exactly what this is. Look, it's just one kiss. Everyday. Isn't that hard to accomplish!" He sighs in frustration and starts rubbing his forehead, acting as if I'm the one being difficult here. Yeah right, buddy. As if.

Even so, it's not like I have a choice. It's either that or show the whole school what underwear I fancied as a growing teenager, lord knows how well that will go down.

I groan in complete and utter defeat, looking up at him with tired eyes. "Just one kiss?"

He looks back up at me, something like hopefulness shining in his eyes. Nodding he pushes off the side of the rack and slowly walks towards me and takes my hands in his, "Just one."

I nod slowly, "Fine," I glare down at his stupid hands, basically sealing a deal with the devil himself. No, not the devil himself. That's just putting what he is nicely.

He smiles and brings my hands up to his lips, gently planting a kiss on my knuckles. I flush bright red, ripping my hands away from his.

"See you later, Cupcake." With that, he walks out of the little room, leaving me confused and bright red. I don't even know what to think right now. 

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Zander's P.O.V.

Her doe-like eyes stare up at me with confusion, her cheeks a scarlet red. She's making it hard for me to want to stay away. I hate it.

I turn my smile into a smirk, moving away from her. "See you later, Cupcake." With that, I walk out of the little room and head down the hall. I'm actually really surprised she agreed, I mean, I wasn't expecting it to go that smoothly.

I take a glance at the wall clock hanging along the wall, and almost sprinting when I read the time. 3:45, I'm going to be late. I rush outside to get on my bike, starting it up and taking off so fast I thought I was going to tip over and die.

Sarah runs through my mind, how her soft hands felt in mine, almost like they fit perfectly.

It needs to stop.

She's too sweet, too nice. I can't get involved, hell I don't even know why I did what I did. Stealing her underwear then blackmailing her was about one of the dumbest things I could have done, yet it felt so right at the time. So right to have her there, have her willing to be beside me. Like she actually cared, like she actually wanted to be there. It's too much, I can't . . .

I pull into my drive way, turning off my bike and putting down the bike rest. I can't do this to her, she doesn't deserve it.

I run a hand over my face, tiredly glancing towards the front door. The car is still here, which means Dad is home. Great, just what I needed at this time. I shake my head and get off my bike, heading towards the door.

I shouldn't have blackmailed her, I shouldn't have even talked to her.

"Fuck!" I slam my fist on the wall, the loud bang sounding out through the run-down neighborhood. I hear movement inside the house, probably dad stumbling around. I roll my eyes and step away from the place I call home. Typical, he's always stumbling around like a brain-dead idiot.

I hear the door start to unlatch so I move further away until I'm hidden behind the side of the house. Dad drunkenly pokes his head out, his eyes straining to focus but too hammered to even see properly. I hear him sigh and then he shrugs, closing the door and venturing back to whatever it was he was doing before. I walk around back, where my bedroom window is.

Our house is a simple two-story, run down shabby place. Dad bought it a few years back when we moved here. It was really all we could afford at the time.

I move towards the large oak tree, fortunately planted close enough to the house that one of its branches goes right up to my window. The perfect way to escape, the old man hasn't even thought of it.

I jump up and grip onto one of the branches, swinging myself up to the base. I glance up at my window and sigh, I don't feel like going in right now. I find my usual spot on the trunk of the tree and take out my phone. Most kids have iPhones or androids by now, but all I have is a crappy flip phone, but it works for me. I don't need Facebook or Instagram, no. I just need to be able to call someone when needed. It's a simple life, really.

I flip it open and go to my photos section, opening the one of Sarah's adorable kitten underwear. Seriously, this girl is so sweet that I think I might get sugar shock or something stupid like that. I feel my lips twitch slightly and before I know it, I'm smiling down at my phone thinking about her.

She may know about the underwear, but what she doesn't know of is the picture I took of her passed out in the car. What? Sue me! I couldn't help but take the picture, okay? She looked hilariously cute passed out with her mouth hanging open and her hair covering half her face.

I hear a crash from inside the house and my fathers string of curses, reality crashing back down on me like a tidal wave.

I can't do this, so why am I still going through with the plan?

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Sarah's P.O.V.

Should I call?

No no, don't call.

Just - just call already!

No! No don't call, it's a bad idea.

I groan and start dialing her number, then quickly hit the end call button.

This is the fifth time I've done this. I really hope these don't pop up as missed calls on her phone, that would be embarrassing.

Okay, okay. Just call her, it's what a good friend would do. She can help you!

I bite my lip and nod, then stop when I realize I'm actually nodding to the conversation going on in my head. I groan again and rub a hand down my face. I swear, one of these days, I'm going to need to be checked into a mental hospital.

I hit the dial button for the final time and wait for Gina to pick up. After about three rings she finally answers.

"Hey, S! What's up?"

I take a deep breath and prepare to tell her everything that happened.

"Well, um. I have a lot to tell you."

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That's it! Hope you all enjoy this chapter and please leave a vote or comment!!

Motivation for today was: Write this by the end of the day so my lovely best friend won't come over and slap me. Love you, pineapple! (Btw it's 11:53 p.m. So you can't slap me!)

Stay snappy!

~Molly