A/N: Hey there, guys! So, first off, I owe all of you a massive apology for not updating in what feels like forever. Besides being busy on the holidays, there's two other reasons why I haven't updated: one, I've had quite a rough semester, and two, writer's block. Anyway, here's chapter 10! I hope you guys enjoy it! I also want you guys know that I'm gonna be staring my summer class in a few weeks, which also means slower updates. I figured I'd give you guys a heads up now rather than leaving you all hanging again.

Also, if you guys want to check it out, I have a story coming out soon and the trailer for it is on my profile. It's a WWE fic and the pairing is Seth Rollins/OC. I've also made a few tribute videos for the fic as well, which are on my channel, and the name of my channel is Starfire Tamaran. Oh, and if you can, please comment on them. It would really mean a lot to me. :D

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Upon hearing Lash's voice, I whirled around to see him climbing in through my window. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it a bit romantic.

"Lash, what the hell are you doing here?!" I demanded, running over to him. Surprisingly, he wasn't wearing his signature stripes tonight. Instead, his party attire consisted of a black jumper and khakis. I had to admit, he looked hot.

"Heard there was a party going on, decided to come check it out," he said smugly. "But then it occurred to that I'd never snuck through your bedroom window before."

Oh God, the irony. I'm watching Scream and he decides to climb in through my window and start quoting Billy Loomis, I thought with an eye roll. "Oh really? Does that mean you just got done watching the TV edited version of the Exorcist at home too, Billy Loomis?"

"Have I ever told you how sexy your fiery personality is?" he winked at me, before shifting his body forward and swinging his legs over the windowsill.

"…. Douche."

"Thank you."

"Fuck you very much."

"Well, since we're in your room…."

"Ugh, is that all you think about?!" I exclaimed, exasperated.

He shook his head and a low chuckle escaped his lips. "No, actually. Because the only thing that's been on my mind lately is you."

"Why me?" I asked, folding my arms. "A lot of girls at Sky High are into bad boys. Which also means you could probably have any girl you wanted, and yet you automatically set your sights on me... Why?"

"Because chasing you is a lot more fun than having them just wait for me with open legs," Lash replied. "Armstrong, you've got this electrifying personality that well… drives me crazy, to sum it up. You're strong, you don't take anyone's shit, and at the same time, you're loyal and determined. Look, I'm not very good at this, but fuck it. What I'm trying to say is… I like you, Armstrong. I like you a lot. Aright, feel free to slap me, punch me, or throw me out the window now."

To say that his confession made me feel all mushy inside would be an understatement. It was then that I realized I wanted him in my life. "I-I… I really like you too, Lash," I murmured.

The second those words left my mouth, Lash leant down and pressed his lips against mine, pushing me slightly so that my back was against the wall. I opened my mouth and willingly let his tongue slide in and plunge against mine.

"I want you," he whispered against my lips before pressing his own against mine once more.

He's telling me he wants me, and I don't waste another minute debating how the hell our relationship just went from PG-13 to NC-17 in less than ten seconds. An electric shock surged through my body as our tongues met again. I kissed him as passionately and heatedly as I could and he eagerly returned the feeling. All the passion and hunger coursed through me as I gazed into his eyes.

"Taryn," he murmurs huskily, before kissing me again. That's the first time he's ever called me by my first name, but at the moment, I had no complaints whatsoever.

I pulled away to pull his shirt over his head. My hands roamed down his stomach and his arms, tracing every curve of his muscles. He lifted my shirt up over my head and wrapped his arms around me. Closing my eyes, I moaned as he laid me down on my bed and hungrily kissed down my neck.

He paid special attention to my stomach as he continued to descend down my body. I was practically shaking with anticipation. The intensity was building and I couldn't think straight anymore. I was losing my mind as he tugged at the top of my shorts. I lifted my hips just enough to help him slide them off. My heart was pounding a mile per minute and I could feel the ecstasy rushing through my veins.

"WHEN I COUNT TO THREE, I WANT EVERYONE OUT OF THIS HOUSE!"

My eyes shot open, and the ecstasy that was rushing through my veins just a few seconds ago was now replaced by sheer panic. I looked up at Lash – who looked just as scared shitless as I did – and started breathing heavily.

Seizing him by the shoulders, I quickly tossed him off me, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and looked him dead in the eye. "If you want to avoid getting put in the morgue, then get in the damn closet and don't make a fucking peep!" I whispered urgently. With a nod, he pulled his shirt back on and practically sprinted into the closet.

I quickly took my hair down and tried to cover my neck with it (because God knows Lash most likely left his mark in more than just one spot), and silently thanked myself for deciding not to cut it before school started.

"Taryn?" more panic rose in my chest as Uncle Steve knocked on my door. "You still awake? I'd like to speak with you."

"Uhhh, come in!" I choked out, before pulling my shorts back on, plopping down onto my bed and trying to look as unsuspecting as possible… and failing miserably at it.

The door opened and there stood Uncle Steve –or, should I say, The Commander- walked in and sat down on my bed. "Have you been up here all night?" he asked.

I nodded, still trying to keep my cool. "Yeah, I have. You know me, I don't really do parties."

He chuckled. "Yeah, you kind of made that point clear when we threw you a party when you were eleven and Will threw cake in your face and you retaliated by trying to set him on fire."

I felt my cheeks heat up as the memory of that day replayed in my head. "Thanks for reminding me of how much of a hothead I am, Uncle Steve."

He raised his hands in defense and shook his head. "I don't think you're a hothead at all, Taryn. Sure, you've had moments where you've lost your cool, but that doesn't make you a bad person. Now, I know you don't like being compared to your parents, but trust me when I say that you're nothing like them. You've grown into such a strong, beautiful girl, a girl that your aunt and I are very proud of. You've also got what it takes to be an amazing hero, Taryn."

I smiled a bit and whispered, "You really think so?"

Uncle Steve nodded again. "I know so," he replied, patting my knee couple times before getting up and heading towards the door. "Now, about this Lash," he began, turning around again. "Look, I'll admit, I was a little out of line for being so hard on him like that, and I guess it's still not easy for me to accept the fact that you're growing up so fast… What I'm trying to say is: I can tell you have… feelings for him, and if you want to date him… Go for it. However, if he takes advantage of you in any way, I won't hesitate to put him six feet under."

"Duly noted," I muttered. "Goodnight, Uncle Steve."

"Goodnight."

Once he closed the door, I immediately blew out a sigh in relief while Lash sauntered out of my closet, and he had that smirk on his face… again.

"Not a word, pinhead," I snapped, holding up my hand in his direction.

He dragged his fingers across his cheek, making it look like he was wiping away a tear and mockingly said, "That was so touching, you two should really get an award just for that moment."

I playfully hit him in the chest, smirked and said, "You know what? Just for that remark, I'm not gonna finish what we started earlier." Plopping down on the bed, I grabbed the remote and pressed 'play.' The scene where Billy and Sydney started making out on her bed (or in Billy's case "doing a little on top of the clothes stuff") began to play.

That was when I felt Lash's lips on my neck again and his hands moving up my shirt. I gasped as he trailed one of his fingers between the valley of my breasts. This boy was officially going to be the death of me.

"L-Lash," I murmured, trying to keep myself from moaning as his fingers continued to roam my body. "Not now, we'll get caught… and I highly doubt you want to die because you couldn't control yourself."

He lightly bit my ear and murmured, "Fine, I'll stop… for now, but you can rest assured that I intend on continuing this."

"I'm counting on it, Stretch." I laughed, wiggling out of his arms and getting up. "Well, since we're watching a movie, I think it's only fair that we have some popcorn and drinks. Wait right here, but if you hear someone knocking again… Hide."


After I fetched us some popcorn and a couple cans of Coke, I jogged back upstairs and opened my door, almost dropping everything in my hands when I saw who else was now in my room.

"Taryn, what on earth is HE doing here?!" Will demanded, crossing his arms.

"He came to see me," I replied, crossing my arms. "And quite frankly, I could really care less how much you don't approve. Especially since you've got bigger problems to worry about right now."

"Yeah," Lash interrupted, stepping back into my closet. "I'll just let you two talk this out." He shut the door and I turned to Will.

"Speaking, of problems," he began, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, don't flip out, but Layla's mad at me, and I also dumped Gwen. Apparently Gwen told her that she was holding me back and said that I needed to decide whether I wanted to hang with her and the rest of the popular kids, or with a bunch of 'losers.'"

"What a bitch," I scowled, shaking my head. "So, what are you gonna do?"

Will sighed. "Well, there's only one thing I can do now, and that's try to make things right with Layla and everyone else. I'm gonna go call her."

"Good luck!" I called after him as he walked out of the room.

"Thanks!"

I turned around and laid down on my bed again, allowing a yawn to escape my lips. That's when Lash walked out of the closet and grinned at me once he saw how tired I was.

"Never noticed how cute you look when you're tired," he said, casually lying down next to me and pulling the covers over us. "You sure you don't want a bedtime story before you pass the fuck out?"

"I'd rather not hear an R-rated story before I catch some Z's, but thanks for the offer," I muttered, scooching closer to him and shutting my eyes. "Nighty night, Stretch."

He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and chuckled softly. "Sweet dreams, Taryn," he murmured.