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delinquentlove is a liar.

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HIS LOVELY DELIQNEUNT CHAPTER EXCEPRTS

NOT FOR USE OF SALE.

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Good boy. Bad girl.

Hes Hollywoods Golden Boy.

Shes a first class delinquent.

They both seek Freedom. Peace.

Noahs got everything to lose.

Blake has nothing at all.

And they both want each other.

But with her past catching up to her

homicideand darkness surrounding it, will he allow his

present, bright and full of future to be

affected for one girl?

If its one thing theyre both going to learn,

Love lies the most.

COPYRIGHT 2013 / HILDA THERESE

(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)


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Prologue

Noah

Congratulations Noah. Mr. Clementine said, shaking my hand.Were glad to have you on board.

I let it go and gave him an award winning smile. No, thank you!

This will be such a wonderful opportunity.We left the room with my Stevenmy agent, still talking about the

things I have to do. We had just signed me off with a one year deal as thenew face of Abercrombie and Fitch. It was a great opportunity. As soon aswe got the call I immediately got excited. This would be a new project that

didnt involve too much off my timeplus, it wouldnt clash with senior

year.You see, my name is NoahNoah Hunt. Originally, Id devoted

my life to my career. It was my dreamto be big, recognized everywhere,to get all the perks of being famous. Hollywood called me their very own

golden boy. My parents, my siblingsthey loved what Id become andwhat Id reached. They were proud of me. Girls everywhere wanted me

and to be truthfully honest, I liked that.Ignore what everyone else says. Being famous is all that. Being

famous is the thrill of your lifeexcept for when being famous takes over

your life.I loved acting. I was honestly thankful for what Id reachedwhat

Id become. But the thing is, the tabloids, the fact that every move youmake is followed and judgedit gets tiring. It gets hard and life becomeshard and blurry. There were super freaky times in my life when Id shut

my eyes and see flashingthe cameras, I mean. Id have nightmares ofthe tabloids, the next lies that the media would create about me.

It was terrifying.But this deal I made with A&F would change my careerfor at

least a year. I was holding things off because of the overwhelming

excitement I would face. Senior year. Instead of facing the craziness ofwaking up to my face and seeing more lies I would wake up to drama. Id

wake up in my home town, see my family and be with them every day.

You miss that, you know. You also often miss true friendship andtrue relationships.

In the media, to take publicity youre told to perform crazy actsthat sometimes, it would seem as if you were selling yourself to the devil.

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because we look good together, or I need to help boost publicity. It wasntthe fact that I wanted a girlfriendit was the fact that I just want a girl to

call before I go to bed that wasntmy mother.

I was looking for all the perks in high school. The perks and thedramas. This was something I was definitely looking forward to.

Blake

Dont get sent back here this time Blake! Johnny grinned with a

toothy smile. I would miss this guy.Naw, Johnny! You know youll miss me! I said, leaning in for a

hug.Johnny, the guard whod watched me for the sixteen months

lightly pushed me away, saying that it was against policy to make that

kind of contact with the lock-ups like me.Carl, my personal jail-guard huffed behind me, his baton pushing

on my spinal cord, practically asking me to leave as soon as possible. Iglared at him but he only scoffed. His job was to lead me out of thefacilityimmediately and as fast as possible. I was lucky I was even

getting out this timeafter the prank I pulled with those no good sons ofbitches.

This was last time Id be in these halls. I promised myself that Iwould now be goodnot make friends and keep to myself. The key wasto isolate myself completely so as to never get in trouble. After all, it

wasnt my fault I was heremy parole officer didnt believe me of coursebut I was always at the wrong placewith the wrong people, at the wrong

time.

Sighing, I looked back. I was confined to this placeMelvilleGirls Detention Center, for sixteen months and until two weeks ago I was

going to be thrown out of this place and have no place to live. That is untilDr. Hunt, the court psychologist appointed to me found my family. I dont

know whether to be happy or sad that I was going to be reunited tofamilyto someone Id never, ever met in my life.

I slumped my shoulders and readied myself for the cruel world. I

was sure this wouldnt end well. What delinquent would want to go to anew school after being kicked out of one? What delinquent wanted to be

told what to do? Not me.That was how everyone saw me anyway. A ruthless delinquent.

Good for nothing.I would try though. To prove them wrong. To prove I was better

than this. Not only for my future but also to honor my parents. They meant

the world to memy old life meant the world to me. I guess Id just haveto settle for this.


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Chapter One

Noah

Every girl within a two mile radius was followingstalking,

really, me. It was like the paparazzi but they came around me likemosquitos, buzzing and buzzing and biting me in the ass. It was freakingannoying.

I thought it would be easy as I came up with a sort of disguise,

apparently it wasnt a disguise enough. I wore my Red Sox baseball capand a white oxford shirt with pants. I didnt bother putting gel in my hair

because this was an ordinary day, with ordinary people.As soon as I got out of the car I was bombarded with girls. I dont

know how they knew it was me because I took my dads Volvofamily

car, right? Try to look as inconspicuous as possible. But they found me!There were girls dressed up in cheerleading outfits, dresses and heels and

a few girls with booksthat had my face on it. It was insane! Thankfully,my best friends Dylan and Jake came over and fended the girls away.

Until they found me again during recess.

I hid in the mens room until third period but I saw a girl juststaring at me when I went to wash my hands. Yes, she had straight blonde

hair and stunning blue eyes. Truth be told, I would have liked herbutshe was inside the mens room holding a book with my face in it. Theworst thing waswhen she unfolded her arms, revealing her t-shirt, my

face was plastered on it. Needless to say that was a scary ass encounterand I ran like hell.

By third period there were talks of a new student who came from a

Juvenile Detention. I admit I was a littlescared, of the thought. I mean, Iknew how lucky I was to grow up a rich house with loving parents. Ive

read the scripts for movies who had people come from Juvietheywerent pretty and freaked me out just a little. Judging from the various

comments in my Biology class, they were pretty freaked out too.Yeah, I heard the ladies up front say that he was in Juvie almost

his whole life! a cheerleader said. She was grinning with her other cake-

faced buddies.Damnwhoever said that cliques no longer existed in high school

better take a look at the bigger picture. The popular kids hung out with thepopular kids, smart kids hung out with the smart kids, the geeks hung out

with the geeks and there were only a handful of people who hung out withboth and they worked damned hard to be both smart and popular.

The other girlTracy, according to Jake was giggling. I heard

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and drove it over a cliff! Tracy began to fan herself. I bet hes going tobe hot.

Sexy. The other blonde agreed, head bobbing up and down.

I scoffed. Whoever created this bad-boy image for himself wouldbe pretty bad-ass if he already had girls talking about him. Not that Icared. I still got various looks from the girls around melust. And fromthe boysjealousy.

I was lucky to already have Jake and Dylan as my friends,especially if high school put you in various groups by itself. Jake was one

of those in between guys who was both smart and popular. Wed beenfriends since we were ten until Mom got a job in Beverly Hills. We kept intouch and he still stayed friends with me, even when I started on stardom.

Whos this guy theyre talking about? I ask him.He immediately grinned. His names Blake Deveraux or

something. The girls go mad for juvie-boys! They get kicked out in lessthan a week though. This schools really good and they dont tolerate badpress so theyll have their fun with him then hell be kicked out. They

dont last. The Juvie kids never do.So why are they so excited? I ask, hoping these girls werent as

shallow and stupid as they seemed.Because they want a toy to play with. Sure they always go for the

athletes in the end but they dont mind being seen with the leather-

jacketed guy who rides a motorcycle. Jake shrugged, running his handsthrough his dark hair. Doesnt matter anywaychange topics. Hows

your day been, bro? I saw the girls chase you in the Mens!

You saw that and you didnt save me?! I mock-glared, frowning.He found this funny obviously and I joined him laughing until the

teacher called us to our attention by smacking half a dozen books on hisdesk. It made a thick thud sound and we all put our eyes on him. I didnt

get introduced by the other teachers in my previous classes-thank whoeverfor that! But seriously, Mr. Romanov looked at me with his beady eyesand sly smile like he was about to come get melike a vulture to its prey.

I shuddered at the thought when someone came knocking on thedoor. They came inside and then looked back into the hallwaythe person

who came inside was the PrincipalMr. Withers. He used his forefingerto motion whoever was outside to come in.

Obviously they wouldnt budge. Immediately I thought of BlakeDeverauxthe delinquent boy. I admit I sat straight upas did everyonein the class. Okay, so Blake Deveraux was in our class.

Suddenly, the principal sighed and stared at us all. He eyed me fora moment and gave me a you can do it son! smile before turning to the


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adopt, didnt want to do one of those surrogacy things and always wanteda child of her own and because she felt bad for meshe said I was better

than nothing at all.

My first weeks when I got to Chicago, all she and I did wasshopping, shopping and more shopping. She made me get my hair donebut thankfully, she allowed me to keep the color. I liked my hair the way itwasit was a natural shade of burgundy and exactly like my mothers.

According to the court, I was on a standard probation.Occasionally I would be checked on to see if I was doing my school work,

being good to my Aunt. I hadapparently. But now my probation officer,Lenny Donovan, would check on my school instead of home. They werenervous with my attitude because Id finally gotten into the school Aunt

Linda wanted me to get into. The posh, rich school. Might I just add that Iwas fine with going to the public school?

When I sat in my seat I could still feel people gazing at me. I didntlike how I dressedI would have gone with jeans and a t-shirt. I admit Iloved the dresswhat girl didnt like pretty things? But stillAunt Linda

wouldnt let me get out of the house with what I wore.Youre beautiful, Blake and you need to show it off! No more

time wearing those ugly things! she said, and I knew she meant myconverse.

I like them! Theyre easy to walk on so please, please let me keep

them on! I begged. As much as I would have done my own thing andplayed by my own rules I wouldnt go against what she wanted when she

was giving me food and shelter. Any normal relative would leave me out

on the streets.Anyway, after all the begging, she finally gave in. As long as I

wore the dress. It was a simple white dress that usually, only rich peoplecould afford. Abercrombie and Fitch stuff. The dress went about mid-

thigh, flowed comfortably and being in my converse still made it easy forme to walk.

I looked up and faced a boy. He had golden blonde hair with

shades of brown on it; he had a stunning smile with dimples, straight whiteteeth and a straight nose. He was a pretty-boy. What? I asked, making

myself sound snappy.In truth, his attention was quite flattering. He looked reluctant to

talk to me and I instantly regret being rude to him. I muttered sorry andhis gorgeous smile returned. He looked familiarbut then again howwould I know? Being in Juvie isolated you.

Im Noah. he whispered huskily. I heard someone snicker butdidnt bother checking out who it was. His green-grey eyes were sparkling


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with mischief, reminding me slightly of the Caribbean Sea, his tanoutlined his biceps and I could almost imagine what lay underneath his t-

shirt.

But he was just another boy. And my lustful insides wanted him!Blake. I said softly. What the hell? Softly?I know. He looked behind him and whispered something to his

friend and easily, the dark haired boy beside him laughed and patted his

shoulder. Im partnering up with you. Jakes already got Mel but shesaway today so I sat by him. Im new too.

Oh? I wouldnt have guessedhe wasnt singled out like I was.But then againI had to be talked to for two whole hours about pointlessshit that didnt even matter to me.

Alright. I agreed. If I was going to pass then this boy was offlimitsno matter how unearthly he looked.

SoBlake. Whered you come from?Im sure youve heard. I tried not to roll my eyes.Not really. I was expecting,

I easily cut him off. A guy? he nodded. Yeah, my mom was ajokester in the making.

Was?Shes dead.Ohsorry.

Dont be. You didnt kill her, did you? I asked, raising a brow athim, almost trying to joke about the situation. Its not something I liked to

talk about.

He surprised me by looking concerned and surprised. What? hegasped. Sheshe was murdered?

Yep I said, popping the p. Cancer killed her. I lied. He didntneed to know my life story.

He looked relieved then shook his head and closed his eyes thentook a deep breathwhat the hell? He took in my weird expression andraised a brow in curiosity.

What?Do you have Turrets or like ADHD? I asked, tilting my head

slightly. What was with his weirdness?He laughed. God, that husky laugh was sexy! No, why do you

ask?I dont knowaa girl I knew, she used to dothatwhenever she

thought she was about to say fuck or shit or some cuss. It was true

Marissa Davenport who would forever be in Juvie unless she actually setherself straight. She had turrets and did this head thing where she took


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breaths, closed her eyes and shook her headshe said it was a silentprayer so that she wouldnt say anything.

I dont have Turrets, or ADHD. He laughed.

Im glad you find me amusing.Aw, well we have to play nice. he said, smirking at me, as if

insinuating something. His eyes narrowed at my body and I growledbefore his eyes returned to mine.

Pretty-boy, you better mean play nice as in well do our classwork in peace and quietly and not play nice with your little friend

downstairs. You better think twice before you think Im just another girlyour pretty face can throw around once youve had your fun but I swear tofucking god, you touch me and Ill cut your balls off. I said, annoyed.

He looked taken aback and gave me a sad smile. Pretty-boy?It seemed the right nickname. I could go for something crueler

, I began but then he laughed and motioned for me to stop. No, pretty-boy is cute. Like you. Hmm, what shall I call you

then? I admit my body tingled when he said I was cute. But all guys like

him were the same! He looked like he just wanted his fun.He was off limits and I was noteasy.

Blake, because its my name and I dont do nicknames.What about cutie-pie? he must have laughed at my shocked face

but then he kept going, Sweetheart, Darling, Honey, Dear? he shook his

head. No, well work on nicknames.I said youll call me Blake, pretty boy! Those nicknames had

torture written over them. If he wasnt so pretty then hed be on his ass on

the floor by now for playing nickname games with me.Then why dont you call me Noah? Two syllables instead of

three? Easier right? he seemed reluctant as he said the words. Maybepretty boy did like to be called pretty.

I rolled my eyes Boys. I would never understand them Because Idont know you.

He looked surprised. Y-you dont know me? What do you live

under a rock or something?No. Why would I? As much as he was familiar it made absolutely

no sense for him to ask a question like that. Do you want me to punchyou in the face? I avert the question from knowing him.

He smiled. No. Id rather not ruin my pretty face for you right?Definitely not, pretty boy. Now focus on the work.He winked. Ill talk to you later? he asked, actually sounding as

if he wanted to talk to me later. Hmm, this felt like it wasnt goinganywhere good.


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Well see.We shall,princess.

Its Blake. I said, clenching my jaws hard.

RightPrincess.


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Chapter Two

Blake

The boys were staring at me when I changed into my sports clothes. I had gym sixth period thank god for that! All the girls weregroaning as this huge coach that reminded me very much of Edna, the

Head of Cafeteria at Melville Detention Center. I didnt even catch hernamewith short, curly blonde hair, a button nose and cheeks too big for

her face yelled at us to HURRY IT UP, CUPCAKES.

I ignored what she called me and fought the urge not to punch the

brown haired cheerleader who kept staring at me with a face full ofdisgust. I mean seriously? How rude could you be? Didnt your damned

parents teach you it was rude to stare?

I felt more comfortable when I made my way out of the girls

change rooms and out of that A&F dress. I liked it, it was pretty but itwasnt my style; nothing that allowed guys to peer up my dress was mystyle and the idiots had done that exactly.

What was worst was that the shorts I was wearinga gift from my

aunt was also A&F. It was fitted like leggings and just above the mid-thigh sections of my legs. They were practically booty shorts!

We were going to play Dodge-ball, I had to hold the eye rolling for

later. Just my lucky. First day and Im already going to batter a few heads

in.

Hey cupcake. An arrogant voice called.

I turned and plastered on the sweetest smile. I hated my sweetest

smile. But if I had to play Noahs game for him to piss the hell off then Iwill.

Noah. I called back.

Hed been stalking me allday. And it was only my first day. What

sick joke was he trying to pull? A bet with his friends? At third period Ifinally realized who Noah was. Hollywoods Golden Boy according to amagazine I took from the cheerleaders. I decided to ask him when hed

spoken to me again about the truth of it and he gave me the stupidestsmirk.

You dontknow any of my movies? he asked. flirtatiously.

I obviously have taste. I said. This seemed to shut him up.

Whatever the case was, Noah Hunt seemed like the biggest, sexiestplayer Id landed my eyes on. I couldnt deny I found him lust-worthy buthe was off limits and so was I. I could always look though.

The crappy thing about Noah was, according to the gossip I heardin the girls bathroom, was hed called dibs on me. Unfortunately, I knew


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how all that worked. How guys could easily stake their claims on girls bysaying the words. I scoffed internally. Lets see them try to put their hands

on me.

Though boys were off limits to me, I could look and flirt. StupidNoah kept fending him off with the glares and the whole bro. code thing!What I didnt understand was how and why theyd listen to him when it

was only his first day! Stupid freaking actor status!

Just cause he was a tight-ass, rich hickdid he think he could

stake claims on me?

I think not. No oneI repeatno one, stakes claims on Blake

Deveraux.

He smiles at me with such sincerity that if I had a beating heartI

would run up, throw my arms around his neck and kiss him hardly. But

this isnt the case.

Miss me since lunch? I asked, batting my eyes at him. Im aware

of the glares being sent from the other side of the courtdamnedcheerleaders. They were so close to being Blake-Chow.

Of course, sweetheart. He teases. He hasnt stopped with the

nicknames. Ever since our Biology class he followed me around like a lost

puppy. Seriously! To class, to the cafeteria. I would have ripped my hairoff out of sheer annoyance. But it pissed off the cheerleaders and thatwould be about as much fun as I could have.

And I just love to piss of those peroxide headed, rich-daddybitches. They already tried to get me. When I went to the bathroom, they

tried to lock me in. Stupid bitches didnt consider that there was a windowto climb on. Sure, I sort of ripped my dress a littlebut the smirk that

came out of the head-cheerleaders face when Noah came to sit by me atlunch was so priceless! She thought shed had him but as soon as he sawmeBAM! He comes rushing forward.

My god thinking about it makes me want to laugh all over again!

I didnt see why he was so damned interested in me. Maybe he hada fetish for bad girls? Well I could surely be as bad as he wanted to.

If he kept calling me those damned names I could even go to thelengths of castrating him.

Whatever, pretty-boy. Ive got to go. Girls go to separate sports,

right?He shrugged. We could always skip. I meandont you just hate

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Youre asking me out? I asked with mock disbelief. I wouldhave laughed if he didnt look so shy but somehowNoah Hunts shyness

added more sexy to him.

Wellyeah. he admitted.

Down Boy!

Look, pretty-boy. I dont date, I dont do lunch, dinner, supper,tea, whatever else you folks do around here. You seem like a genuinely

nice guy and Id hate for you to be the one to play my game. I told himhonestly. Okayso I lied. I wasnt going to play any games but shit! He

was consistent and I needed to make him think the worst of me. If hehadnt already

He didnt seem like the type of guy to look for an easy lay.

His sexiness was making me feelvulnerable. I mean, wow boy!

Talk about Abercrombie and Fitch material! But stillsomething aboutNoah Hunt made me want to feelmushy.

And I hated mushy. Im not like other girls obviously. Where othergirls would be in denial about their feelings Id say it like it was and when

I started to feelmushy, Id pack up and get the hell out. This obviouslywasnt the case for nowI had to stay and be good and try and get to

university.

I was playing nice with all these morons. They better back the hell

off and let me get my way or else theyd all be Blake-Chow.

He looked at me with pure confusion and again I could feel my

non-existent heart beating fast. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

Why the hell didnt I push him away? He smiled at me sadly and weirdlyenough, I felt like the worst kind of person for being a liar.

But liars didnt hurt. They were fake, unreal. And therefore

nothing could reach and hurt them.

Shutting my eyes, I decided to just go off with the girls and play

Dodge-ball.

Id take my frustration out on those other girls.

Noah

Damn she was sexy! Those shorts were so tight on her that I would

have wanted her then and there. But I actually wanted to get to knowBlakeshe was cute and unlike all the other girls who kept on coming at

me, pressing their jugglers at my face.

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She sat furthest away from me at lunch and tried to avoid me at allcosts. Somehow, I couldnt help but act cocky and flirtatious around her.

It pissed Miranda, the head cheerleader, off. In the locker rooms I

heard how Miranda and her girls followed Blake into the Ladies Room tolock her in. I nearly laughed at the stupidity of it. Blake wasnt stupid.Now I knew why Blake had the hugest grin on her face when she sat down

and Miranda had suddenly become clingy.

She attracted attention unwillingly. Whether or not it was her

status as a delinquent or the fact that she was hot as hell, I didnt care. Theboys knew I called dibs on her and I knew I wanted more. I had the status,

something that was already pissing me off and she could make me normal.

I liked normal.

But I felt a little like an asshole on their behalf. Throughout Lunch

they simply stared and stared at her. Didnt their parents teach themproper manners or something? All they did was stare and they werentphased by how rude it was!

Fast-forward to sixth period and I asked her to skip. Like an idiot.We could always skip. I meandont you just hate gym? All girls do so

theres no need for you to stay. We couldyou knowhang out?

Shit. I actually sound deranged as I repeated myself in my head.

Why couldnt I just ask her out like a guy to a girl and not sound like I justwanted to take her out and get in her pants?

Blake paused before smiling. Youre asking me out? she said,obviously with mock disbelief. Somehow, her mocking me only made me

want her more. She seemed to study my face for quite some time.Welly-yeah. Why the hell did I stutter? Noah Hunt! Stuttering.

How attractive.

I continued to stare at her, waiting for her when I realized she was

just looking at me. Maybe she was trying to work out if I was the good

guy or the bad guy. Thats what girls did right? Damngirls were sodamn hard to understand! Youd think waiting around for sixteen yearswould help you learn a thing or two about girls. But no. There was still

more learning up ahead.

She was hot, seemed datable and the type of girl that could settle

despite her status as a freaking delinquent. Whos to say that those werent

lies? She could have done something as small as jaywalking to get in thatplace.

Look, pretty-boy. I dont date, I dont do lunch, dinner, supper,

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nice guy and Id hate for you to be the one to play my game. She soundedso honest. So sincere. Her eyes were telling me a whole other story.

She wanted me. She so wanted me. But something stopped her

whatever it was. Even if her words sort of stung me a littleI would giveanything to rewind, see her back in her white dress like this morningavision in the making. Blake Deveraux.

The sincerity in her words told it all though: Blake Deveraux hadfeelings.

She talked about a game. I thought and thought for a while. It

wouldnt matter right? Neither of us would get hurt? Blake was strong. Iwas strong plusthis wouldnt end up being some sort of trainwreckright?

It wouldnt. I promise myselfand her, that.

I would have grinned but I wanted to hold my ground. Game on,princess. Game on.

I kissed her in the cheek and gave her my sexy Trust-me-Ill-see-you-again look. I would play this gameI would break Blakes front and

I would win her heart and see how it played out.

Game on, Blake Deveraux. Game on.


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Chapter 3

Blake

After school I went straight home. I was still gett ing used to calling ithome since the closest I had to home was the cell I shared with some girl

called Emily. Em was pretty nice but she had BPD and nearly stabbed herteacher out of anger. I wasnt scared of her thoughshe was scared of me.

Only because I kept returning and returning.

On my driveyes, drive home I could barely contain my

thoughts. Apollo High was sorich? Snobby would have been the correctterm. No one had approached me yet so I was okay with being alone.

Eating in lunch with everyone staring at me was a little unsettling.

I found myself thinking about Noah when I parked my car up the

driveway. The house I stayed in with my aunt was fairly massiveI mean,all the houses here were extravagant but my aunts house was a little

easier to stay in. I didnt have to think about working because she saidshed pay for anything. This didnt helpI felt like I was a poor case.

Next thing I know I heard a deep voice. A familiar, deep and sexy

voice to be exact. I looked up to see Noahs sparkling eyes looking right at

me. His hair was mussed and messy yet he made it look sosexy. Damn.I tried to hold back biting my lip. He seemed to like the affect he had onme.

Following me, are you? I said teasingly.

He looked shocked. Then smiled. Wowhe had dimples. How the

hell didnt I notice those? They were my weakness! You live here? heasked.

I pointed at the house. My aunts place.

He pointed at the bigger house next to my aunts with a flamingo inthe front yard. Mine.

Crap. So he was consistent and lived next door to me. That had

disaster written all over it.

I needed to act like I didnt care. Waitwhat am I thinking? I

dontcare. I dont care at all. I nodded. See you then.

He held my wrist back and I felt shocks of fireworks where he

touched me. Wow. God that was uncomfortable! My inner voice decided

this would be the time that she would converse with me.Haha! You totally liked that!

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Why do you think youre arguing with an imaginary voice in yourhead if you didnt care? You werent like this when you were with any of

the other guys.

The other guys arent like Noah. But this is besides the point.Noah is off limits.

And youve known Noah for how long?

I clenched my fists. Shut up.

Sorry? Noah asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

Shit. Did I just say that aloud? What did I say?

You told me to shut up.

Oh. Well dont worry. Againsee you pretty boy. I said sternly,

not wanting to extend the awkwardness I felt inside.

WaitI was wondering, would you like to go to dinner?

Im having some of that tonight. I said.Yeah, I was being smart and honestly, being a bother to him. It was

best that he steered clear away from me. If Blake Deveraux had a type it

would be a guy who was as far away from the spotlight as possible.

And that was most definitely not Noah Hunt.

You know what I mean.

Look, I already told you. I dont want to play this gamenot withyou at least.

Why not me? he asked, eyes locking with mine.

Immediately, I averted my gaze from his, putting my hands in the

air feeling exasperated. Wow! First he stalks me, making me feeling like

he actually wanted to converse with me and now look! Hes got mefeeling tingly and mushy. No. I would not do this.

Because, pretty boy truth be told, I know this will only end badly.

Im not getting into that.

I dont care. He said, pouting like a four year old.

But I do. Youre not my type.

In ten seconds flat he had me up against my car, pinning both my

wrists with his arms. The feeling of his chest pressed against mine mademy breathing hitch slightly, the thin fabrics of our clothing was the onlything separating our bodies from coming to the contact that it wanted to;

God the things I wanted to do to him. His breath didnt smell like tobaccolike the other guys Id kissed; Noah smelt like mint and soda.

He eyed me so intensely that I knew he was trying to figure meout. I was getting the heebie-jeebies.

I heard an Ahem. And instantly we both jumped away from each

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werent for the fact that the man who stood before me was very, veryfamiliar.

I gulped quietly. Dr. Hunt?

You know my dad?

You know my son? They both asked in unison.

Waitback up. My jaw dropped and I realized maybe this was

why Noah looked kind of familiar. He had the same blue eyes as Dr Hunt,the same nose and about the same hair color. He was like a carbon copy of

the doctorbut way, way sexier.

Oh shit. Not. Freaking. Again!

Are you alright, Blake?

Of course, Doc. Just curios to why you didnt say you had kids,

let alone this apparently famous son of yours. I said tilting my head

towards Noah.He seemed shocked still, that I knew his father and I wished that he

didnt find out aboutmy problems. I mean, just cause I didnt caredoesnt mean I liked the drama. God! I hate, HATE high school. With apassion.

Thinking, Blake? Doc asked. Well he was used to my thinking

expressionthis was something I didnt want to share with Noah.

I shook my head. Gotta go, Doc. Things to do, stuff tostuff.

Wow. That was so lame it wasnt even funny. I felt something on myeyeslike a flash or something, light in my eyes. I winced and looked atmy feet. Ow! Something tried to blind me. I growled a curse and Noah put

his hand on my shoulder.I was about to shrug it off when I felt it againthe same blinding

in my eye. I backed away from him and knew that I looked mad becauseDoc looked about ready to sedate me. Not that hed ever sedated me

before. I looked up and saw a man on a tree. He was balding with glassesand had beady eyes. He didnt know that Id seen him yet so I casually

walked towards the end of the street. I waited and knew that Doc andNoah were just waiting to see what I was doing and why.

I turned around and beckoned Noah to come towards me, he

looked confused but came. I put my hands around him and felt him take a

sharp breath. He wasnt expecting this. Of course I loved the feel of him,

his skin was so rugged but smooth. So manly but still showed the fact thathe was nothing but a boy. I felt so safe as he returned my gesture. I leaned

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Again, the flash shot at my eyes once again. I winced at the painand felt Noah stiffen. I could hear that he was about to ask me what was

wrong but then I leaned towards his ear.

You said you were famous?

Uhwhy?

Answer the damned question, pretty boy.

Ier, dont want to sound up myself but I guess, yes, I am.

Good enough for me.

I pushed away from him causing the balding man to stiffen himself

and hide more in the branches of the tree he was up at. I shook my headwalking towards my garden bed and picked up a small grey stone. I wasgood at aiming. Em taught me how to throw rocks at the Patrol Guards

eyes during lunch time at Melville and Id never miss my perfect aim.

So I never missed my aim. Ever.I didnt want to hurt the man too badly so I decided to angle it

right. Moving far away from Noah, I leaned on my car and decided it wastime to place my plan into action. My hand swung back and I threw therock at the camera-guys forehead, causing him to lose balance.

You can say Noah and Doc were a lot shocked at my weird

behavior. They looked from me to the guy who had a Nikon strapped onhis body. Ha-ha. I planned to let him fall without breaking bonesdislocating them however

Fuck! You little bitch! You could have broken my fuckingcamera! he screamed.

Wow. I cocked an eyebrow. This bastard sure has a way withwords. I walked towards him with a sweet smile and Doc called my namewarningly: Blake.

I looked up and found his kind eyes telling me no. I smiled and

nodded. Noah seemed to realize the exchange between his father and I but

said nothing. I wont do anything that will land me back in that hell hole.I promise. But it seems like Baldy here has a dislocated arm, is that rightBaldy?

Its Jeff! he shouted. He screamed aloud when he moved hisarm. The stupid bastard could have had his camera broken but chose his

arm instead. It was his fault anyway, hiding in trees. Taking photos of

people.And youre what, the paparazzi that follows pretty-boy here

around? I said, cocking my head towards Noah.

Noah was still quiet. Baldy looked pleased that I was catching on. I

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cheeks burn but I decided to ignore it. There were pictures of Noah and Ifrom afar and some closed-up. The look we gave each other was

incredulous. He gazed at me with such lustand I did the same.

Oh shit. Great pictures you have here, Baldy.

Its JEFF! he corrected again.

Youre quite the charmer arent you? I laughed evilly. I wasntgoing to hurt himmuch. What I would do would help this nosy freak

anyway. Hold your arm out.

Why should I!? he asked, sounding slightly panicked.

I let out an exasperated sigh and walked over to him. Wow! He

was actually scaredof me! Why were people so scared of me? Ifrowned. I ripped his other hand off him, causing him to yelp in pain.Then I took his dislocated arm and snapped it back into the right place. He

let out a girlish squeal, and then finally, after realizing what I was doingmuttered an ungrateful thanks.

I smiled at my handiwork. Causing pain then helping it to go away.See? I could be like Mother Freaking Theresa. I decided to piss him off

more. If you dont mind, Im going to hold on to these for a while. Imean, god! Pretty-boy you have no idea how good these are. They could

be catalogued as Abercrombie and Fitch! I winked as I left to go home. Ireally couldnt wait to just sleep. This day was too much! See ya Doc.

Noah

Wow.

She took down the paparazzi and almost got me going in less thana minute. When she told me to come over to her looking all sweet an

provocative, I was a littleif not a lottaken back. I wondered why shewas coming on to me when my dad was right there but I felt slightlyblinded by the smile she was giving me.

She ceased to amaze. Most girls would be fawning over me simply

for the fifteen minutes of fame but not Blake. As much as I felt relieved atthat but the fact that she didnt want the fame, I knew it only meant thatshe didnt want to be acquainted to me.

She was just one girl. One of many but it disappointed me that she

didnt like me. God, youre getting so thick-headed Hunt!

Why did I have to find a girl who would be so unwilling to be withme? She didnt want to start something that she knew would only end intears. I wasnt asking to be chained to her but she was so completelyadamant on not being with me. Blake wanted someone who could play her

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Girls like her werent my usual type. And a guy like me had atypea girl who was willing to be in a relationship with me not for my

name. But somehow a certain burgundy-haired girl seemed to catch my

attention.It was damned unnerving!

She was gorgeous, snarky and obviously dangerous. I liked that. I

knew her for a little while and I was sure that Id come to like hermoreif shed let me.

Dammit. The first girl that catches my attention and she wants

nothing to do with me.

I was sneering down at Jeff Ramonmy worst nightmare and the

guy who always gave me bad pressstill muttering curses about her beingsuch a bitch. With narrowed eyes, I lifted him to his feet and pushed him

against the tree. A smirk outlined his features.

Well, well, well. It seems like theres finally a girl who refuses to

fall into the Hunt-Fever.

God, I hate this guy.

What are you doing, Ramon? I spat angrily. I got a restraining

order!

Like thatll stop me. His smirk widened. Shes a pretty charm

isnt she. Not one of your blind followers. It was hilarious to watch hergive you the pass.

Youre a menace.

And youre just another pretty-boy who will soon have dirt

enough to place on the first page of the Daily Press News. Youll be gonesoon, Noah Hunt. By the way whos your little girlfriend? I didnt catch

her last name. he asked, his eyes sparkling at the sign of fresh meat.

This asshole really had it in for me!

I was about to spit out another remark when my dads voice

stopped me from doing so.

Mr. Ramon, I advise you to leave our premises before we call the

police on you for breaking your restraining order. Dads voice was icecold and sent a shiver through my spine.

Jeff Ramon sneered at my father before looking down at my hands

which were wound on his polo. Its fine, Dr. Hunt. He smirks, pushing

me away.Dad held at me, a hand firmly on my shoulder.

Ramon took his keys out and got into a car that conveniently, wasparked on the opposite side of the road, directly across from my child

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Blake. That was her name was it? he asks, more to my fatherthen to me. A patient of yours from what I recall in her words. I might

pay her history a little visit.

Watching his beat up old Toyota disappear from my sight, I shiftedmy eyes to my dad who was staring at me expectantly, as If looking foranswers.

Just ask Dad. I cant read minds. I sighed, feeling exhausted.

Its a small world, No. You seem to already be well acquainted

with Blake. Do you mind me asking how since its both your first day?

To be honest dad, she was hot, I pursued her and she rejected me. But I couldnt say that to my dad, instead I rolled my eyes, Im friendly,

old man.

He smirks. I hate it when he does that! It seems as if hes planning

something and it scares the shit out of me! If you say so, No. If you sayso.

- - - - -The thought of Blake being next door launched a plan in my mind.

I meant that maybe I could get closer to her. I wasnt desperate but I

wasnt going down without a fight.

That sounded better in my head.

I ran back down the stairs nearly tripping on my own feet and sawmy mom making dinner. I was glad I was home. It was times like this that

I was reminded of just how much I was as normal as everyone else. And itfelt great. Mom looked a mess, her hair was everywhere and she looked

about ready to throw the recipe book she held in one hand out the window.Hey there momma dearest. I kissed her cheek and sat over a

stool overlooking the kitchen. SoI was thinking, did you know we havenew neighbours?

My mother laughed and nodded. Blake Deveraux. Your fathers

umpatient? Okayer, thats not very nice. Your dads friend. Mom

nods to herself, Yeah, Blake Deveraux, your dads friend is next door.She eyed me ruefully. Sweetheart if you want her over you better not beplaying around. I taught you better than that.

Mom. I sighed, Im a good boy.

She rolls her eyes. Dont think I dont read about the things you

do on the line, Noah.On the line? my brows furrowed in confusion. You mean

online?

Its the same gibberish, kiddo. Keep up with the program. She

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have asked. Your daddy already filled me in on what she did to thatasshole Ramon this afternoon.

I rolled my eyes. I should have remembered that they never keep

secrets from each other. Can we invite them to dinner? At some point?

She smirks. DAMMIT HOW DO HER AND DAD DO THAT?!

I already have.

Dammit. That smirk on her face is so freaking scary that Im

beginning to think this wasnt such a good idea after all.


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Chapter Three

Blake

My aunt told me we were having dinner. At Noahs. Tonight.Okay. Just no.

Do we have to? I whined, not telling her why I didnt. I know Noahs agood guyI think. Hes famous and completely drool-worthy. But I wasntabout to jump into that pool without first testing out the temperature of the water.

If I went tonight it would go against the rejection I offered him early on.His ego would boost and judging from how little I knew himhis ego wouldnt

just boost. It would sky-freaking-rocket.

Blake, she sighed, Its just dinner. Elijah Hunt was your Psychiatrist.He helped you out a lot. Dont you think it would be lovely to mingle? sheasked nonchalantly. Besides, he has a nice son. You wouldnt know him buthes known as the Golden Boy. Oh, if I were young Id give that a shot!

Too much information. This woman wasnt even paying attention to me!Auntie L, Im tired. School wore me out and I havent been around people whowerent going to attack me with needles or straitjackets sine Juvie. Plus, I haveno interest in that pretty-golden-boy.

She sighed, Dont be absurd, Blake. They never put you on astraitjacket.

I pouted. They couldve. You never know.She rolled her eyes. But they didnt. Now put on something pretty and

come down stairs in about thirty minutes. We have some company before wehead out.

Company? I raised a brow.Company. Youll find out later.

Helpful.

I was making my way down the stairs when I heard hushed whispers.One thing Id always learned was not to eavesdrop. But two names rung insidemy head that told me I neededto stay.

She cant be kept in the dark forever, Linda. A disapproving malevoice said. Shell be eighteen soon and theyll think thatshe has the informationtheyre looking for.

But she doesnt! Aunt Linda hissed, shes just a child. She we nt tohigh school today, met a boy and did her homework when she came home. Lether be normal.

That girl will never be normal. Years of Juvenile Detention does that toyou. The man sighed. She needs to find out soon. Her life is on the line. Lettingher become normal in your sense will get her killed.

Like hell it will.I gulped. Were they talking about me?

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No. I refuse to talk to you who is me.Idiot.Blake! Aunt Lindas voice called. Come down here, I need you to

meet someone!I nodded to myself, took deep breaths and made my way to the sitting

room. All the lights were turned on and Aunt Linda was sitting in all her pristineglory opposite to a big, burly, white-haired man.

Who are you? I asked. He was wearing suit and the fact that he wastalking about my life being on the line made me scarcely nervous. Are you fromthe SIS?

He raised a thick brow. Im sure youre asking if Im from the CIA? SISis a secret organization from James Bonds MI6.

Drat. Whatever. So are you?Well not really. Im more of an affiliate. My name is Agent Smart but

you can call me Marcus. I was part of the CIA but now Im part of a more secret

organization that Id rather not disclose to you for security purposes. I scoffed, Im really going to understand a word that came out of your

mouth?He chuckles and looks over to my aunt and back to me. Youre every

bit as smart as Isabelle was.You knewmy mom? I almost choked on my words.She was an amazing woman.Yeah. Was. So why are you here?I just came to let you know that SIS are currently investigating the death

of your parents Richard and Isabelle Deveraux. A yellow folder was on thecoffee table and Marcus picked it up and gave it to me. Enclosed are the fil esfrom your parents homicide. Those are what were look into and we need you to

sign some forms to allow us to further investigate as you are next of kin.I gulped, taking the folder shakily and hugging it to my chest. Why me?

Isnt my aunt the next ofkin?No, he shakes his head. you are. Besides, by signing some of the

forms that will arrive tomorrow youre signing to the attest to the fact that by thetime you reach the age of eighteen years old you will be able to claim your trust-fund and whatever your parents have left for you.

I nod. I just have to sign right? So you can investigate? I dont need tomake some kind of testament or link myself to this case?

Dear god no! he sounded stupefied. But, by signing the documentsyou are allowing the investigation of their homicides and, he clears his throat,You are allowing a day and a night guard to watch you for the time that the

investigation is being carried out.My eyes widened at his words. Hell no! I shouted, No to that! Yes toeverything else but no to that! Im not a child anymore. My parents might haveallowed me to do that but I can take care of myself.

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Noah

Blake was avoiding eye contact with everyone at the table. Occasionally,

when my four year old sister Libby would ask her about herself shed answerpolitely, offering Libby a genuine smile, though her eyes were distant andfaraway.

She didnt even give me a second look when she came inside the house.She wasnt snarky, snappy or overly sweet. She was justblank.

No, if you stare long enough her face is going to melt off. Eviesnickered by me. Evie was fourteen and going through some kind of emotional-angst-ridden teen phase. All shed do was whine and lock he rself up in her roomlike a spoilt child.

Shed been giving me all these comments towards Blake, all teasing andall to my expense the whole thirty-eight minutes of dinner. And yeah, I wascounting.

I rolled my eyes. If you dont stop being an annoying littlepiglet, Imgoing to pour water on you andyoullbe the one whose face will melt.

She scowled at my use of her old nickname. She had an obsession forWinnie the Poohs Piglet and ever since, my father called her it.

I was only thankful that he didnt stop.Piglet why dont you eat some meat? Dad asked Evie from the head of

the table.If youve forgotten, Dad, Evie emphasized the dad, Im a

vegetarian.Whats a vegetarian, Blakey? I heard Libby ask Blake.Blake smiled at her sweetly, It means you dont eat meat, honey.Libby looked thoughtful for a moment, But Evelyn always eats

Mommys meatloaf at night.Oh god. If I wasnt laughing for the fact that Libby always called Evie

Evelyn then I would laugh for the fact that the little piglet couldnt hold onbeing a vegetarian!

Olivia! Evie stood up, her hands banging on the table.Piglet, sit down. Were not judging you. Though my dads words were

honest I could hear the amusement in them.Ugh! Evie pushed away from her plate and went up the stairs,

muttering some words about Stupid nicknameand stupid meat.Did I do something bad, Blakey? Libby asked, confused.No, you didnt. Blake giggled, but I think it was a secret that Evelyn

wanted to keep.

Oh. Should I say sorry?Blake smiled, Maybe later okay?Libby nodded and began eating once again. She was shoving food down

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Libby nodded and my mom, who seemed to be watching Blake the

whole time had a ghost of a smile on her face. Youre very good with children,Blake.

Blake smiled, I used to babysit my foster moms real kids when theywent out. I guess Im attached to them.

My mother smiled and returned to eating, not questioning Blake abouther past and surprisingly, Blake looked shocked herself.

As soon as we were all finished with dinner, my mother began to clearthe table and Blake decided to help. My mom gave her a thankful nod and they

both left the room, Libby in tow of Blake.I saw Smart when I was checking for blowflies out my porch this

afternoon, Linda. My father said, eyeing Blakes aunt disapproving ly.He just came for a visit.

Hmm. Dad nodded, I hope thats all it is for the sake of all thatsgood.

Blake

Are you liking Stonebrook? Noahs mom, Maggie, asked with a smileas she began to take the dessert out of the fridge.

Its lovely. Different from where I last came from. First reason being itdidnt have metal detectors, fences wired with electricity and guards watchingyour every move.

Oh, not to mention the food was edible.Maggie smiled affectionately. I hope you dont mind me asking but are

you interested in my son? I witnessed him not being able to take his eyes off youat dinner.

I would have blushed but that was something I grew to control. Noahsa good egg. I smiled, I shouldnt mingle with him, with me being the way Iam.

Her eyebrows furrowed in what seemed like frustration. Im not tryingto push you into a relationship with my boy but dont you think calling yourselfout to be a bad person is a bit presumptuous?

I smiled crookedly, Im not a good person, Maggie.Youre lying to yourself, Blake. And contrary to what you believe,

opening up isnt as bad as youd think.

h1is lovely delinquent

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