Chapter 3
"An eye for an eye would make the whole world blind."
~Mahatma Gandhi~
**Noelle's POV**
"I think I've figured out a way for you to meet Tyson" Chris said darkly-not hiding his enjoyment about the idea of getting revenge on Tyson.
"Really? That's great, because I've had trouble getting any information on Tyson. It's like he's a ghost."
"I heard through a mutual friend that he'd be going to the pep rally tonight. Do you think you can make it?"
"I was planning on going anyways. This is huge-it'll be his first impression of me so I'll need to dress the part."
"Would you like to go with me?"
I looked up at Chris in surprise. I'd noticed how his gaze lingered on my body, but I had hoped it was just an innocent infatuation. I couldn't afford to have a relationship with a client. I smiled apologetically before answering "It wouldn't do us any good if he got suspicious when he saw us together."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Okay, so I'll call you when I get back from the pep rally. Do you have a picture of him? It would be useful if I knew what he looked like."
Chris grinned at me before pulling out his wallet. He handed me a small picture, which I examined curiously. I quickly picked out Tyson, who was laughing with Chris in the picture. They looked like best friends.
I noted with cool indifference that Tyson looked like a womanizer. How appropriate. His hair was so blond it looked white, forming a halo around his head. His eyes were dark-but warm with laughter in the picture. The contours of his face were hard, but so soft as they curved. He was a contradiction in himself. His shirt hugged his muscles, making it hard to see him as anything other then, well, a man.
"Pretty" I murmured as I peered up at Chris, who was eating up my reaction. His expression was impassive, but his voice was light.
"Don't let his looks fool you, Noelle. He's a monster."
"Yes, and I'll deeply enjoy any pain I inflict on him."
Chris nodded in approval, but didn't say anything more.
"I'd better get going. I want to be looking damningly gorgeous when he sees me." I gave Chris a small pat of assurance before leaving him with his thoughts. This was going to be one long night.
I scanned the bleachers for Tyson, but with no luck. I had chosen to wear a tight T-shirt and matching shorts that hugged my ass-both mimicking the colors of the school emblem. It was a pep rally, after all. I had painted intricate designs on my face (also school colors). I looked strangely exotic, I thought smugly. The males around me had certainly noticed, much to the dismay of their dates.
A blur of white hair caught my eye and I smiled when I recognized the man from the picture. Tyson.
I made my way down the bleachers until I was on the same level as him. I already had an excuse formulated in my head, so I didn't even hesitate when I walked up to him.
"I hear that you know how to pleasure a girl" I whispered in his ear. He turned around slowly, until our eyes met. Oh shit. I felt warmth grow between my legs, but quickly dismissed the sensation. This wasn't the time, place, or person.
He looked surprised to see me, or maybe he was just surprised at my bold statement. He quickly regained his composure and returned my flirty smile with his own cocky one. "I know a thing or two."
His voice was deep and husky. It did things to my heart rate. I didn't let any of it show as I quietly studied him. "Prove it."
His smile widened. He was definitely enjoying himself. The bastard.
"Give me the time and place, sweetheart." He smirked. He wasn't buying my act. Was I losing my touch?
"How about right now? Right here on the bleachers."
"Sounds kinky-I'd love to." To my horror, he quickly discarded his shirt. His eyes met mine as he began unbuttoning his pants. Are you serious! "What's wrong? I thought you wanted to-"
I sighed. I wasn't willing to have sex with him in front of the entire school for the sake of the case. It wasn't worth it. Even if his chest looked damnably kissable..."Fine, not here. Somewhere else-" But it was too late. I'd lost any power I'd had over him.
"Oh, forget it. I dunno why you came over here, but it's obvious that I'm not getting any action from you." He lazily buttoned his pants and pulled his shirt back on. It felt like a slap to the face. Never (never!) had I been dismissed like that. Men had always been twisted around my finger. They were easily manipulated with suggestions of sex and pleasure. Tyson was strangely immune to me and my advances towards him. It felt like the whole conversation had been meant to humor me and nothing more.
There was no way that I was going out like that. I took his head and pulled down until we were at eye level. The air between us became so heavy that I was sure I would feel it if I stuck my hand out.
"I'll fuck whoever the hell I want-and nothing you say will change that. If I wanted you, I'd have you right now." My breathing increased when he didn't say anything right away. He held my gaze, as if trying to figure me out.
"So you don't want me right now?" Tyson asked curiously, light touching his eyes as if he found something deeply amusing.
"No, I don't. You're not really my type."
Tyson chuckled. The friction between our bodies as he laughed startled me. The warm feeling was replaced with a scalding hot one. I tried to dismiss it, but Tyson must've seen something on my face that gave me away.
"Whatever you say, babe"
I released him and walked away. It was all I was capable of doing. I hated Tyson. I lusted over Tyson. I'd only just met him and already I was questioning what I was doing. I had a hard time picturing him molesting an eight year-old. Yet he had. The Tyson I'd just met was a lie. I hadn't seen his true colors.
The lust I felt towards him was manageable. I could set that aside and do what I was hired to do-ruin his life. I'd need to be weary of him, though. If I weren't careful, that lust would control my every thought. It would rule over ever decision I made. I would need to deal with it before it had a chance to grow. I 'would' beat Tyson.
I nearly screamed when I felt someone grab my shoulders and twist me around. Tyson didn't let me go as he stared into the depths of my eyes. "You never told me your name" He said simply.
This was it. My chance at gaining control over him. I laughed. "Does it matter?"
He frowned. 'Stalemate' I thought with a smug smile.
"I want to know your name" He said again-this time intense. My body reacted. I tried to suppress the shiver that suddenly chilled my body.
"It's Noelle" I answered. So much for my plan of getting control.
"Fine" He walked back towards the bleachers and the moment was over, leaving me to question my sanity. Had I just imagined that?
"Fuck" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed to go make out with someone. What I was feeling towards Tyson felt raw and intense. I knew that was because I had no love life to speak of. I was always going out and making people's lives hell-which didn't leave much love, time, or energy for a boyfriend. My line of work was very taxing on my energy.
I walked over to my car and drove home. I planned a steamy, hot shower-no, a bubble bath. I sped up a bit at that idea. What I really wanted was to get as far away from Tyson as possible. I needed to work out my feelings before I planned to meet him again. The next time I saw him, I'd be prepared. I wouldn't falter under his smoldering gaze or his melodious voice. I'd become an ice queen, immune to his flirting. I just prayed that I wouldn't be his next victim.
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