"Oh my God, Zara," he whispered, taking a good look at me. The insecurity managed to break through my amorousness. "I knew you were a beautiful woman, but damn, you're about to kill me with those curves." "I..." I wrapped my arms around chest, feebly trying to shield myself from his stare. Shame churned within my stomach. "I-Is that a bad thing?" "No, it's a very good thing." Gently, he pushes my arms away so I can't hide myself anymore. I sighed as his fingers drew little lines along the curves of my hips. "Almost makes we wish I was a race car driver so I could fully appreciate them."

Farrah Chambers: She's the good girl, a bit embarrassing, friendly, an animal lover, and clumsy. She's a bit sarcastic when she needs to be, but no one really bothers her. Her life, is good. Cameron Carter: He's the bad boy. He's wild, popular, good-looking, great with girls, and he's a total untamed bad-ass. He's the school's 'popular boy' and loves to embarrass people. No one dares bother him though- his life is good too. Farrah Chambers and Cameron Carter. These two have had run-ins and bump-into's every since they met. Life for them both suddenly gets a bit more embarrassing, a lot more crazy and shakes itself into confusion and questions. But there's one big question- can Farrah tame this bad boy? Will she even get the chance? © Copyright 2012 All rights reserved

THIS STORY IS NOW CALLED FIRE As Justin walked down the guided alleys of Canada's late summer nights. The sun had just set leaving the darkness to cover the streets. Justin played with his old fashioned lighter in his hand. The sparks were bouncing up and down as he played with the lighter switch watching the light warm blaze pop up and then down. His heels and footsteps echoed of the alley way floor. Justin walked down the alley until he reached the end. He reached his hand out to shake with the elder that he was supposed to see. They walked to the end of a abandoned street until they found the ' Fallen angels' gang base. With the rest of Justin's gang approaching Justin and his gang got the petrol and gasoline. They flicked there lighters up and threw it into the warehouse where an explosion was heard and the whole warehouse went up in flames. It light up red orange and yellow. Justin's lighter fell back onto the ground. He picked up his lighter which was burnt around the edges.The silver metal shimmered with black and orange burns. Justin flicked the lid back over the lighter base. " Now boys, likewise. This is why people don't play with fire." Justin's eyes were a shade of black as he strode of into the distance with his gullible but yet dangerous gang behind him. Justin suddenly turned. " Or us." He said with a slick and sly laugh and went back to walking. His eyes black and his heart furious. This was just the start for Justin and his gang. The flames. The fire burned and the blaze went up and the sirens were heard in the distance.Justin slowly turned around and laughed and so did the gang. Justin went up the alley way blacking into the distance still flicking with his lighter.And that was all you could see. The black skies and alley way with the glow of the red and orange. The flames were back and there was no way anyone could stop them. And I mean anyone.