Bad plan.

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Authors note: this chapter is going to be written from Karl's point of view. Thank Kat for the idea! And rewind it a bit, just so we know what's going on in Karl's head, you know back to that kiss.

"I think I might know what it is." I said to her, taking a step towards her. God, she was beautiful, and the best part is she had no idea. Her eyes were locked on mine, I could see her mind racing, trying to figure out some smart comeback. "It's the kiss, isn't it?"
Renee nodded a silent reply to me, her at a loss for words, I snaked my arm behind her back and pulled her tight against my chest. Her hand resting against me. I could never get tired of her, it was absolute torture when we weren't talking.
Slowly I leaned forward, gently pressing my lips against hers, god they were incredibly soft. Slowly I felt her body relax into mine her lips began to move with me, my heart flipping in my chest. I've been wanting to kiss this girl since I met her at the cast party. The girl that clung to me for dear life but never let anyone see her fear.
     Slowly I broke the kiss, looking down at her, smirking. There were very few times anyone could get her to shut up, always there with some witty comeback. But seeing her like this, her face relaxed, almost questioning, it was simply amazing. She was amazing.
   "See nothing to be nervous of." I told her loosening my hold on her.
"I think I'll always be nervous kissing you." She breathed, my pulse raced at her words.
    "Really? And why is that Renee?" I asked her, for a split moment it was like time slowed down. Nothing else in room mattered, that was till she realized what she had said.
I could see it her face, her mouth forming a small o, her eyes blinked a couple to times. I could feel her entire body begin tighten. Damn it girl, don't do this to me. Not again.
    "I... have to go." She said slowly, as she pulled herself from my arms. She turned and bolted towards the door and as much as I wanted to run after her, I knew better.
     As hot and cold as she was with how she felt I knew one thing to be certain, Renee was just Renee. I knew her anxiety was what was causing her erratic behavior, even if it did hurt to see her run from me like that I had to remind myself not to take it personally. I picked up her cell phone and placed it in her gym bag, pondering how long it was going take her to realize she had left everything in her hastily retreat.
     My phone started ringing from the table where I had placed it, lifting it I pressed the except button.
    "Hey Karl, how are things going over at the gym?" Chris's voice asked, after all coming here and talking to her had been his idea.
    "Well, she kinda bolted." I told him, rubbing the back of my head looking at the door.
     "What do you mean she bolted?" He asked, his voice echoing lightly, he must have me on blue tooth. I could hear the sounds of a muffled engine in the back ground.
     "Turns out she was nervous over the kissing scene." I told him, leaning up against to table, staring at the door. She must of found away to get in her car.
     "And?" He asked, I took a breath, looking up at the ceiling.
     "So I kissed her." I replied, I knew doing that had been a gamble. Still, whether or not I kissed her now wasnt the issue, I'd still have to do it for the film. And I'd rather her react this way now than have her do it tomorrow.
    "Damn it." Chris chipped into the phone. "Okay, just stay there. Okay?"
    "Considering you're my ride, not like I'm going anywhere fast." I chuckled before hanging up the phone.
     I thought about the whole situation, after the night at the bar. Tom had insisted to me that Renee did intact like me, Rosalyn had told him so much. So I gave her some space, thinking maybe she just needed to calm down and think things through. Then I saw her on the tabloids with Chris and I turned into a giant ass to her.
     God I was such an idiot. That didn't matter any more, this was now, and as much I loved Chris. I knew he was just going to makes worse. Time for a different approach, I pulled up Justin Lin's number.
     "Hey Karl, what's up?" He asked as he answered the phone.
     "Look, I was wondering if I could ask you a favor. I know we're a bit ahead of schedule and you were hoping to wrap filming up early but is there anyway Renee and I could take tomorrow off?" I asked.
     "Is it for a good reason?" His tone changing.
      "Yes, trust me, okay?" I could hear a commotion going on outside.
      "We still have a few others things to film with out the two of you, so yeah. But I want both of you to resume filming after that." He clipped before hanging up.
    I sighed, hopefully this plan works and gets her to loosen up. I shoved myself off the table walking to the door, wondering what the hell was going on outside.
     "Come on, Ren, don't do this." Chris yelled over towards his rental.
I saw Renee, leaning back in the seat flipping him off. Her head was leaned back and her eyes were closed, all I could do was just stare. They seriously were just going to leave her in the car, in full sun, with the windows rolled up.
"What the hell?" I glared at Chris snagging the keys from his hand. "All three of you are just going to stand there and let her roast?"
"Trust me, we wouldn't be able to get her out of the car if we tried." Rosalyn responded rolling her eyes.
"Then why the hell bring her here?" I started walking to the car.
"So she can talk to you." Chris stated matter of factly.
"Yeah, and she's stubborn like mule, that's not going to work." I said, walking around the car. I could see the sweat dripping off of her as she bowed her head. Her breathing was even, I pulled the drivers side open. Heat poorer out of the car.
Dear lord it felt like a sauna in there, she lifted her eyes to me. Shock crossed her face for a brief moment as I sat down, putting the keys in the ignition.
"I say we leave 'em, see what kind of trouble we can get into." I turned the car on, unrolling all of the windows, the wind pulling the heat out slowly. I grinned over at her, seeing her face light up. "What do you say, kid?"
    "Sound like a bad plan, I love it." She stated, buckling up her seat as I did the same.
I waved out the window at Chris before reving the engine and pealing out, tires squealing in the process. Chris yelled as the front tires hit the street.