The Ballerina and The Bad Boy.

Crosses and Roses.

We arrive in Washington at 9. As soon I walk in my front door I notice suitcases by the door. Dallas slowly walks in from the kitchen. I groan, roll my eyes and make my way upstairs.

I don't even bother to unpack. I grab my car keys and head down stairs. "Lonnie?"I hear Dallas call from the kitchen.

"What?" I snap.

"I'm head out for a business trip" he checks his tie in the hall mirror.

"You said that last time" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Where you going now? Paris? Rio? Hawaii? I know all those suitcases aren't all yours." I walk closer over to him.

He just sighs and hangs his head. "Lonnie.. If you want to come with us, you can."

I throw my head back and let out a bitter laugh. "You actually think I want to go with you and professor umbridge?"

"Why do you call her that?" He snapped.

"Because she fucking shows up out of nowhere and thinks she can control and run this fucking house. Whatever, have a fucking fantastic time with your fucking fantastic wife living your perfect life" I yell then storm out. I walk over to my car, the closer I get I can smell cigarette smoke. I notice a guy leaning against my car. I already know who it is by his tattoos. Mason.

"Hey" I simply say and lean against my car beside him.

He throws the cigarette down, stomps on it and sighs. "What I said the other day about hanging out with people like you. I didn't-"

"Shut up. I'm over it. I get it, I really do and I don't mean it in a self pity way" I cut him off and laugh. I can tell he relaxes a little.

"So.. How was the funeral?" He carefully says.

"It was.... Nice" I shrug.

"Yeah, I get it. You know, you're probably the strongest person I know" he rubs the back if his neck.

"I'm not strong, I'm just... Keeping it together. Life goes on, you know? My mom wouldn't want people sulking and crying over her when none of them even took the time of day to check on her when she was alive. I surely know she wouldn't want me crying around, she always said 'life goes on'" I took in a deep breath.

"What's what I mean, if I were you I'd lose my shit" he said.

I think something clicked when he said that because he didn't say anything else. He just stared into woods. It was silent, a comfortable silent. I stared at his perfect face. His hazel eyes show so pain and anger. His pink full lips pressed into a tight line. His brown hair that was a little too long showing some curls. The tattoos on his arms were exposed, one tattoo stood out to me. In the middle forearm was a cross with roses draped across it and at the bottom had something written in Roman numeral.

Headlights suddenly brought Mason and I out of our trance. I looked and noticed it was Dallas and professor umbridge. The slowly pull up beside Mason and me. I groan and he chuckles.

"Honey, it cold you better put on a jacket" Ass rolls down her window.

"I think I'm fine" I roll my eyes.

"Oh... I was talking to this cutie pie" she winked at Mason.

Are you fucking serious? Dallas is right there. Dallas. Her. Husband.

"Don't you got a fucking plane to catch, professor umbridge?" I yelled.

"Don't talk to your mother in that manner" she smirked.

I could literally feel my blood boil. I felt my chest tighten with so much anger.

"YOU ARE NOT MY FUCKING MOTHER, YOU STUPID DIRTY OLD SLUT" I yell. I started to walk up to the window ready to slam her head into the dashboard. I felt hands grip around my arms and pull me back.

"I'm seriously getting that swear jar, missy!" Ass pointed at me and narrowed her eyes.

"And I'll fucking smash it on your god damn head" I yelled, I felt Masons' arms come around my waist and pull me closer to him.

"We'll talk about this behavior later!" Dallas yelled then drove off.

"Jesus fuck.. Are you always this violent?" Mason chuckled still holding me.

"No.. Yes.. I don't fucking know. That stupid bitch gets under my skin and she knows it" I rested my head on his chest.

"And I thought I had anger problems" he chuckled.

I scoff. "So where were you going?" He asks.

"Oh you know.. Just going to randomly lean against my neighbor's car and wait for them to come out so I can look like a stalker." I shrugged.

"I know you like me but I think this stalker thing is a little out of hand" he smirks.

I scoffed and tried to get out of his hold but his grip tighten. I struggled then I finally got out. I started to walk away then I felt his hand pull me back by my arm. He pushed my against my car and just stared into my eyes. I could feel his breath on my nose, his lips only centimetres away from mine. I could not let this happen. He was a player. He hurt girls and I was not going to be one of them. I pushed him away and started walk away. I suddenly felt arms wrap around my waist and pick me up. He carried me back to my car and slammed me against it.

He wasted no time, he pressed his lips to mine. I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling his closer. I felt this tongue run along my bottom lip, I opened and let him dance with my tongue. He gently placed kisses along my neck.

God.. This feels so good yet so wrong. His touch yet alone was a drug. I never felt this good. He was a drug and I loved this high he gave me.

"God.. You taste so good" he kissed me again.

Suddenly, I was brought back to reality. My high was over.

"Mason.. Stop" I pushed him away. He locked eyes with mine while we caught our breath.

I didn't know I breathing so hard. I think I need a bag. Yeah, no.

"I'm sorry I ne-" He cut my off by pressing his lips to mine and wrapping one of his arms around the back of my neck pulling me closer.

Once again, I was lost in the kiss to realize that what I was going was wrong. So wrong. He just wants one thing. He's going to hurt me. But I control if he gets to hurt me right?

I pushed him away again. "I.. I can't do this. I'm sorry. This isn't right" I walked away quickly, hoping he doesn't grab me back.

I heard him call my name a few times but I ignored it. As soon as I got to the door I checked my phone. I had a few miss calls and one text message.

Butthole (Thomas): WHO THE FUCK IS ASH?

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I know.. Its sort of slow and boring. Anyways, thanks for being amazing:) also I'm debating if I should change Marcellus' name.

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