He practically dragged me through this long dark hallway and every time a tear slipped down my cheek I quickly wiped it away. I caught a few glimpses of other girls locked in cages and blood smeared here and there on the walls. What the hell was this place? "V-Vincenzo?" I whispered as we continued to walk down the hallway. "What." He said dryly. "W-Where are y-you taking me?" I said which caused him to stop dead in his tracks and he looked down at me. "Oh bambina, you've got a lot to learn." He said as he rubbed his thumbs my cheeks and before I knew it there was another cloth over my mouth and my eyes shut. The last thing I can remember is slowly falling into his arms. ****************** ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

Peyton has a reputation. She is notorious for pranks, her bad attitude, and her ability to make anything sound sarcastic. She is everything you don't want to be, but she has a secret. Peyton is a competitive dancer, and she doesn't want anyone to find out. That's where Elliot comes in. Misunderstood, Elliot doesn't have many friends. When he meets Peyton and finds out she dances, she has a lot to explain, and a reputation to keep. With all of those things going on in her life, Peyton never expected to fall in love. After all, how much more ironic can it than the bad girl doing ballet?