Maisie had met with Victor on many occasions. The two often hung out in his room, sharing small talk and laughing at practically nothing.

She held his head in one of her hands, being gentle as she angled it in the light. A fight had broken out at school because Victor had been 'too friendly' with someone's girlfriend.

He hadn't been flirting but had been talking to the girl, making her laugh and smile after she had been crying.

"It's a pretty bad hit." She commented, running her cold thumb over the bruise. Victor moved his head away from her thumb. "Sorry." She whispered.

"Hey, I look like a bad boy now."

Maisie laughed softly at him, a smile lifted on her lips.

Victor smiled at her reaction. He liked her smile, it was the type of smile that could light up the world. If a smile could save the world, he believed hers would.

"The leather and rings gave that away already. Plus it should be your knuckles that are bruised." She told him, picking up one of his hands and holding it between them. Maisie turned Victors hands, watching the light reflect of the silver metal. "My bad boy."

Victor nodded. "Would that be a turn on for you?" Watching as her eyes had moved from looking at his silver rings and at his hands.

Maisie pulled her hands from him, looking at him in shock. Her nose had screwed up as she stared at him. 

Victor laughed at her reaction. "Sorry, but I will take that as a yes."

"Vickie!" The girl let out, shaking her head. "You're so gross."

Thinking of Victors question, she couldn't help but think how her answer was totally a yes right now. She had began to realise her thoughts were strolling away to things so sinful.

She gulped turning her attention to the present and on him. Maybe that hadn't helped as she met his eyes. Her breathing pattern had changed along with her heart beat.

Victor tilted his head. Hold her head on his hand as he now inspected her. He narrowed his eyes as he brought her face close to his. The two were now staring into each others eyes — very intensely.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked. "Not that would be a bad thing, I may be a whore but I'm not judgemental."

Maisie pulled her lips into a awkward smile. "I've had sex." She said a little to quickly. Victor raised a brow at her. "I was half asleep to be fair, it was really bad and very hard to stay awake."

Victor nodded. "Interesting." He whispered, pulling her head closer to his.

"I consented, sweet boy, juts incredibly dull."

"Looking for something rough?" He whispered.

Their noses brushed against one another's, making Maisie's heart pick up its speed.

Victor wasn't nervous around girls. He had his way (with consent) with girls his age a lot — like a few times a week. Yet his heart raced with Maisie, and his pulse seemed to pick up when he was around her.

She was a beautiful girl. The type of girl that should be protected from boys like him. Victor both wanted to protect her from him (and people alike) and wanted to have her scream his name, forget how to breath and be a mess under him. It was a shame his parents and sister were home.

Victor was the kind of boy that had never had a girlfriend— not a single one in his life time. Yet, if he was to ever have date someone he hoped it would be her.

Maisie had had boyfriends before, but none of them had affected her like he did. Her boyfriends use to walk all over her and inevitably left her upset. He gave her butterflies — little flutters of nerves in her stomach. She knew better though. Maisie knew her uncle Chad had butterflies for her uncle Patrick, but that led to her biological uncle being in pain. But she didn't just feel little flutters of nerves, she also felt safe around him.

Victor ran his tongue over his lips, dragging Maisie's attention to said lips.

She was in a trance, and had leaned further in.

Their lips were so close to touching. Their breaths mixed, fanning both of their faces. This was so wrong (and totally out of the ordinary for one of them) but so right.

The two felt drawn to each other, as if the world was settling down now they had met. Heaven and Hell had settled in their presence.

Victor's lips nearly touched hers. Oh, so nearly. But Violet Harmon had slammed his bedroom door open. The two jumped back from each other, snapping their heads over to Violet.

"I should go." Maisie managed to mutter out, getting out of her chair before anyone could disagree and left the room, giving Violet a smile before disappearing down the corridor.

"Serious, Victor, she's a nice girl." Violet told her brother, leaning against her doorframe as she crossed her arms. "Don't hurt her, you'll regret it."

Victor ran a hand down his face — cringing as he placed pressure on his bruise. "I'm not going to hurt her."

"Sorry, bad-boy-next-door, is little-miss-perfect changing you."

"No, I would still manage to break her heart, I break everyone's hearts. Also, that was weak nickname."

"Alright, calm down Effy Stonem."

"Sorry, which one of us was 'born backwards'?"

Violet screwed her face up at the words — she really regretted saying she related to Effy when she said that. But she had been trying to be a edgy teenager.