"Damn...not again." Karen murmured in the group of people crouded around Ricky. Who was currently beating up another student. "I've gotta do something.." she thought taking her pencil off her ear. Then lifting it up and throwing it at him, wincing as she bairly missed him. "Crap.." she whispered stepping back.

"Who threw that?" Ricky hissed as the pencil clattered to the floor. He lowered the fist he was about to smash into the other kid's face and approached the people standing in the direction the pencil had come from. Whispers ran through the crowd and students backed away from him. Someone pointed at Karen. "Was it you?" Ricky hissed, taking a step towards Karen, giving her his most intimidating glare.

Karen stared up at him. "...I-I was trying to stop you." she said staring up at him. Stumbling back, she swallowed softly. "I'm sorry..." she whispered turning around to run away.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ricky grabbed her arm, turning her back around to face him. Whispers ran through the crowd of students again. "He's gonna beat up a girl?"

Ricky had never really talked to Karen, even though they were in the same grade and some of the same classes. She hadn't even registered on his radar until today. "You have a nice face, I'm sure you don't want it to get hurt, right?"

Karen shook her head. "N-No I don't want to get hurt...but you're." she looked up at him with dark brown eyes. "...You're out of control."

"I was just putting a kid in his place," Ricky responded, tearing his gaze away from her eyes. "He deserved what he got." He shoved her away, releasing his grip on her arm. "If you've got a problem with me, then find me after school and we can have a nice talk."

Karen hit the wall slightly. "...Fine I will."  she said glaring at him.

"Great." Ricky smirked at her, turning away. "I'm look forward to it." The day passed quickly and uneventfully after that, and once they were dismissed, he waited outside the front of school, leaning casually against the wall of the building.

Karen walked out of the school with her books in her arms, and her bag on her shoulder. "I'll cetch up with you guys later." she said turning the corner putting her stuff down under a bush. "...Now then." she whispered walking around the corner again. "Richard Drynn?"

Ricky flinched at the sound of his full name, the name he absolutely hated. "If you value your pretty face," he hissed, hand clenching into a fist at his side, "then you won't call me that ever again."

"There you are." she said crossing her arms. "I'm here to just talk.." she whispered softly sitting down against the wall. "No threatening me...or I'll leave."

"Okay then, what do you want to talk about?" Ricky unclenched his fist, sitting down beside her. "By the way, you should work on your aim. You're not very good at pencil throwing. Look." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pencil, throwing it at a group of kids walking by. It smacked one of the kids in the head, which made Ricky laugh. "See? That's how you do it. Right on the head."

"Idiot." Karen said turning his head towards her. "Listen to me." she said letting go of him. "You're out of control, people are getting hurt because of you." she scooted away from him. "That's all I wanted to say."

Ricky sighed, staring at her for a long moment. He reached down and grabbed a dandelion that was growing in the grass. "Why do you defend people so much? All they can ever do is hurt you." He peeled the dandelion apart, tearing it into little pieces. "Anyway..." He turned his attention back to Karen. He had been too busy glaring at her before to notice, but now his eyes dropped to her chest, widening slightly. "Nice rack," he declared loudly, clamping a hand over his mouth as he realized what he had said.

Idiot...

Karen flushed. "E-Excuse me." she said scooting away from him. "Idiot!" she shouted as she slapped him across the face. Flinching, she quickly got to her feet. "I'm going home...goodbye." she said as she took off running. "I slapped him...!"

"Alright, she threw the first punch, now I get to go after her." Ricky grinned, sprinting after her. He wasn't a particularly great runner, but he could close the distance between them since he was taller and his strides were longer. "Kaaaren, nobody hits me and gets away with it!" He lunged at her, grabbing her around the waist in a weird kind of flying tackle which set both of them off-balance, tumbling to the ground with Ricky landing on top of Karen. "Gotcha."

Karen stared up at him. "Get off.." she said sternly. "You shouldn't of stared at my chest like that." she said blushing. "G-Get off of me." she said pushing him up.

"Well it's not like I could help it," Ricky muttered, taking another glance at her chest again. "It's kind of noticable. Can I poke it?"

What the hell am I saying? That's got to be the dumbest thing I've ever said in my life... Stupid girl... She never should've thrown that damned pencil at me in the first place...

"N-No you can't." Karen said pushing him to the side. "Leave me alone, okay?" she said as she began to get up.

Ricky impulsively grabbed her arm and pulled her back, not really knowing why he did it. "Wait... Uh..." For some reason, he really didn't want her to leave. Looking away, he muttered, "Look... I'm sorry, okay?"

Karen looked at him dumbfound. "What?...you're sorry?" she sounded shocked, before tilting her head down. "It's...fine just...I need to go."

"Where are you going?" Ricky asked immediately, loosening his grip around her arm. "Do you want me to take you there? I can give you a ride if you want..."

What the hell are you babbling about, Ricky... You're making a fool of yourself.
  
"No it's alright." Karen said looking back at him, a small smile on her face as she spoke. "I'm meet Al there, he said he wanted to do something with me today."

"Al...?" Ricky whispered, anger rising suddenly in his chest. "Oh... I see..." His voice sounded hollow as he stared at the ground. "Have fun, I guess." He was definitely going to follow her and watch her, as creepy as it sounded. He wanted to keep an eye on her.

"Yeah..I'll see you tomorrow at school alright?" she said waving at him. "Remember what I said." she said running off. After five minutes of running, she got down to the old shed. "Al, you here?" she asked looking around.

"Over here, Karen!" Al said comming out of no where kissing her. She blushed and pulled away. "Al...what's up...what did you want?"

"I wanted to know...if you'd...do it with me...please?" Al asked pushing her down. "A-Al...I...I don't want to just yet."

"But..." he pinned her. "I'm ready."

"I'm not..!" she said pushing him slightly up. "Stop it." 

"No!" he hissed pinning her down harder. "Shut up...and take this.."

He had followed her the whole way there, and it took Ricky a moment to process the scene unfolding before him. She had said "stop," and that was all the convincing Ricky needed to run at them and shove Al away, kicking him right in the crotch. "Good luck screwing her with a crippled dick, moron," Ricky hissed, kicking him there a second time for good measure. "When a woman says no, she means no. Now get the hell out of here."

Al glared at Ricky. "Bastard." he hissed turning and running out.

"Ricky..." Karen whispered hugging her chest. "He was about to..." she curled up into a little ball. "Ricky...Why did he...am I...that..."

Ricky stood awkwardly beside her. He had never dealt well with girls, so he moved towards her and hesitantly put an arm around her shoulders for support, wondering if it was the right thing to do. "Er..." How to deal with an upset girl... What am I supposed to say... Uh... "You're safe now, alright? If he shows his face again I'll kick his ass ten times harder, okay

Karen looked up at him, her brown eyes watering. "...I..." she held her head tilting it down towards his chest. "I'm sorry, Ricky." she said pulling away. "...A-Alright..." she whispered standing up wobbling, but fell back down. "My shirt...he took it." she said just realizing it. "...Crap."


"Uh..." Ricky looked away, taking off his own shirt and offering it to her, unable to keep his eyes totally away. "H-Here, you can...have mine." He shivered slightly, but it wasn't too cold. He offered a hand to help her up. "Want me to walk you home?"

Karen looked over at him, before putting the shirt on. "Thank you Ricky." she whispered softly standing up as she took his hand.

"Yeah, um...you're welcome, I guess." Ricky stared down at their hands before looking away. "So...where do you live?" He really wanted to find that Al guy and beat the crap out of him, but his top priority was getting Karen home safely.

Not like I CARE or anything... She's just a dumb girl, right?

"This way..." Karen said softly as she began walking. "I can walk from here." she said from the corner. "It's two houses down!" she said waving lightly. "Thank you...again." she said turning away. "I'll give you this shirt back tomorrow, okay?"

"Kay." Ricky stood awkwardly for a moment before turning to leave. He felt like there was something else he should've done, but he didn't want to make an idiot out of himself. "Wait!" he cried as he spun around, taking a few steps towards her. For some reason, he really didn't want to leave her. "Are you...sure there isn't something you need?"

I should find that bastard, kick his ass, and get her shirt back... Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Karen stoped and looked back at him, shaking her head. "No, I'm okay.." she said smiling up at him. "...Thank you, Ricky."

"Right." Ricky dropped his gaze to the ground. "I'll...see you tomorrow, I guess. Please be careful." He turned away, glancing to his left, and then his right. 

Now I have to go look for that idiot and beat the crap out of him... I wonder where the hell he went...

The following day at school, Karen walked into the school. Standing in place as she saw a group of people surounding Ricky and his latest victum. "Now what...is going on?" she walked over then stoped noticing he was beating up Al. "R-Ricky.."

"What's the matter, Al?" Ricky hissed, landing a punch on Al's jaw, making a sickening cracking noise. "Don't like it? That's funny - I don't remember you listening when she said no... You dirty..." Ricky flung Al across the width of the hall, into the wall of metal lockers. "...rapist." His gaze flicked to the crowd gathered around him and his eyes met Karen's. "Karen..." he murmured, taking a step in her direction. "This is the last one... I'm not going to hurt anyone anymore, alright? But him..." Ricky shot Al a dirty look. "This bastard...he deserves it..."

Karen took a step back from him, then she shook her head and turned to run. "...So much hurting.." she murmured turning the corner. Stoping to cetch her breath. "..." she slid against the wall.

"No, wait..." Ricky whispered, turning back to Al and kicking him one final time. "This is your fault..." he hissed before turning and running after her. "Karen, wait!" He turned the corner and stared down at her with sad eyes. "Karen, look... I'm sorry, but...how can you just let him get away with pulling a stunt like that!? He needed some kind of punishment! What if he got it in his head that it was okay to try something like that again?"

Karen slowly stood up. "I didn't want anyone to get hurt because of me.." she said softly steping away from. "...I'm going home."

"Wait, it's not your fault..." Ricky protested, grabbing her arm and turning her around to face him. He leaned in close, giving her his sincerest "I'm sorry" stare. "Sometimes I just can't control myself..." He cupped her cheek in his right hand, still holding her arm with his left. "To be perfectly honest, I can't stand the thought of him...doing things to you... I'm sorry I can't...help myself..." He was seized with the sudden urge to kiss her, and before his mind caught up with his heart, his lips were on hers and his arms were around her.

Wait, wait, stop...what the hell am I doing... I'll ruin everything... 

Karen's eyes widened, before pushing him away. "W-What are you...doing!?" she said stumbling back.

"I... I..." Ricky stumbled back, pressing a hand to his lips. "I didn't mean..." He grabbed her shoulders, staring down at her with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry, okay? Please don't run away, please don't leave me... I can't..." He brushed a strand of her hair out of her face. "I can't help it..."

Kren stared up at him. "..Ricky..." she whispered steping back. "...I'm going!" she said stumbling away from him.

"No, please!" Ricky threw his arms around her, holding her tightly. "I didn't mean to ruin everything again... I didn't mean to screw it all up..." He squeezed her tightly, not realizing his arms were right on her chest until it was too late.

Why does everything go wrong!? Why am I such a freaking moron!?"

Karen closed her mouth to stop herself from moaning, but a small sound came out of her mouth. "Ricky...let me go..!"

Ricky blinked and a small shiver ran down his spine as he heard Karen moan softly at his touch. He squeezed his arms against her harder, completely entranced. He held her tightly against him, his chest pressed to her back, hoping she couldn't feel his rapidly beating heart. "Do that again..." he whispered softly, totally spellbound

Karen moaned aloud. "Ricky!...stop it.." she whispered breathing deeply. "S-Stop..it!" she said pushing him away.

"Is there...someone you like?" Ricky asked, face slightly flushed as he grabbed onto her arms and pulling her closer. "Is...that why?"

"Ah..." Karen trembled before closing her eyes. "No...I-I don't...L-Let me go!" she said pushing him away again, stumbling. "Please...stop it."

Ricky's anger was rising slowly as he tried to calm himself down. "Look...just give me a reason before I get too angry..." He clenched his fist, praying that he wouldn't snap over something as trivial as a girl. "I don't want to hurt anyone else...do you?"

Karen's eyes widened. "You're...coming...on to strong." she whispered trembling. "Leave me alone.."

"I couldn't help it!" Ricky shouted, eyes tinted a faded red color. "I can't help anything I do, I can't ever control myself! Don't you realize that? Do you think I'm proud of anything I've done?" He took a step towards her, voice shaking with anger. "Do you think this disgusting condition has ever gotten me anything I've wanted? Do you think I wanted to ruin everything between us before it began?" He leaned close, screaming at himself inside, wishing he could just shut the hell up and stop before he really hurt her...

Karen leaned away. "Your eyes are scaring me." she said taking a step back. "L-Leave me alone..!"

"My eyes?" Ricky hissed as his eyes burned a deeper shade of red. "You think I can help having eyes like these, either? You think I can help this anger? Ever wonder why I always have to beat up the first kid to look at me funny?" A glowing red knife had formed in Ricky's hand before he could stop himself. "I can't help myself... Have you ever even bothered to get to know me?" He held the cold blade of the knife against her throat. "Have you ever even bothered to try to understand?"

Karen gasped and stared up at him. "Ricky...you're..." she felt tears coming to her eyes. "Stop it...stop it please..." she tried to step back.

"Right, because that's all you ever say to me!" Ricky held his knife to her throat, pressing it against her skin hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. "All you ever do is tell me to stop, because I never get what I want..." He pressed the knife harder against her, "ever..."

"Ow..." Karen was trembling as she hit the wall. "..Ricky..." she closed her eyes. "...Stop please..." she touched his arm. "You're going to kill me..."

"Sorry, sweetheart..." Ricky trailed the knife down her neck, slowly slicing the neckline of her shirt. "This is the punishment you get for refusing to indulge me a little..." He dragged the tip of the blade down her chest, opening a thin red line of blood as he sliced open her shirt. "If you cooperate..." His eyes were a deep shade of crimson as he dragged his tongue down her neck, savoring the taste of the blood on his tongue, "...then maybe I won't kill you."

Karen blushed. "R-Ricky..." she whispered softly pushing him away. "Stop i-it!!" she covered her chest. "I don't want this..." she touched her neck blushing.

"Of course you don't," Ricky said softly, the corner of his mouth curved up into a half-smile. "But I do."

No, I don't...

"And for once, I'm going to get what I want..." He flung her arms away from her chest, slashing both of them with deep, painful cuts. "Hands off, you're mine now." he had ripped open her shirt completely, and he flung it to the ground, staring at the blood trickling down her chest with hungry eyes. "All mine..." He lowered his tongue to her chest, licking the blood from her skin, tracing patterns on her stomach with his knife all the while.

Karen breathed deeply and moaned in pain. "Stop it...st-stop it...someone help me!!" she shouted out. "S-Someone..help me...!" she kicked him and then backed away. "It hurts...you..you...really hurt me."

Ricky winced as she kicked him. "Shut up," he hissed, holding the knife to her throat. "Shut up or I swear I'll kill you right now." He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forcefully to the broom closet located a few feet away. Closing the door behind them and still holding the knife to her throat, he whispered, "Now, are you going to be a nice little girl or am I going to have to kill you?"

She said it hurts... She said you hurt her... I...screwed up...

Ricky's hand twitched with indecision. "Help..."

Shut the hell up...

Karen stared at him. "Ricky...don't kill me...please." she closed her eyes. "Please..."

"I can't...help it..." Ricky hissed, clutching the knife so hard his knuckles turned white. "D-Do something...before he really kills you...please..." He dug the knife harder into her neck, whispering into her ear, "Sorry about that, sweetheart, I have a bit of a split personality... Something along those lines... But don't worry, I'll find a way to take care of that little problem..." He bit her neck, trailing his tongue over the blood that trickled out. "Soon I'll have you all to myself..." He snickered, and his hands roamed to her chest. "Right, Karen?"

God... Help... Somebody, help...

Karen closed her eyes. "No..stop it." she said pushing him away. "You're acting like Al!!" 

"Al." Ricky's eyes widened as he stepped away, trembling. "Al...that..."

Shut up, Ricky. You're awfully annoying.

"N-No, I can't do that to you..." Ricky whispered, hand shaking as he held the knife. "Not like him..."

Give it up. Give me the body.

No, you leave me alone.

I'm afraid not, Richard.

Just shut the hell up already... I don't care what I have to do, I'm going to make you go the hell away.

Ricky plunged the knife into his arm in an attempt to regain his awareness and break from his curse's hold. Blood trickled down his forearm and he gasped in pain, coming to his senses within seconds. "Karen..." he muttered, swaying slightly. "Karen... I feel...diz...zy..."

"R-Ricky!!" Karen pulled the knife out of his grip before helping him up. "...The nurse.." she whispered opening the door. "...Help!"

Ricky slowly opened his eyes, staring dizzily up at the ceiling. "What...unh..." Pain shot through his arm and he let out a cry of pain. "What...happened..." He sat up abruptly, sending needles of pain stabbing through every inch of his bandaged arm. "Where am I?"

Karen walked into the room. Every cut was covered with bandages. "Ricky." she said seeing that he was awake. "Are you alright?" she asked fixing her jacket around her chest.

"Oh, god..." Ricky groaned as he remembered what had happened. "I... Ugh, crap, Karen..." He clenched his fist, which caused his injured arm to throb with pain. "I'm sorry..."

Karen stared at him. "Ricky..." she said looking at him. "I didn't know you had a split personality.." 

"It's really more of a..." Ricky cut himself off, staring at the ceiling. "No, never mind." He shook his head. "Sorry."

"What?" Karen walked over to him. "Ricky...tell me?"

"Kind of...like a..." Ricky turned his tired eyes on her. "...curse..." He pulled the blankets over his head, hiding his face from her as he curled up on the infirmary bed. "I'm sorry...for hurting you."

"Ricky." Karen pulled the blanket off his head. "It's alright...." she said trembling in place.

"It's not..." Ricky covered his mouth with one hand, shaking his head. "I did...awful...awful things to you..." He looked up at her sadly. "I'm so sorry..." His voice broke, and he cleared his throat quickly, poorly covering up for it. He refused to get upset and look like a wimp in front of her.

Karen looked at him. "Ricky.." she timidly hugged him. "...It's okay."

Ricky froze for a moment, wondering what he should do. He hesitantly snaked his arms around her waist, returning her embrace. "...Okay. But...there's got to be something I can do to make it up to you."

Karen slowly pulled away. "No, it's okay...I forgive easily.."

Ricky had odd dreams that night; dreams about Karen, about their embrace, about things that made him wake up blushing and trembling in the middle of the night. Before he knew it, the next day had arrived and he was at school. He had first period bio with Karen, and took his seat, casting quick glances at her out of the corner of his eye but not knowing what to say.

Karen looked over at Ricky, and put a smile on her face slightly. Before turning her head away. "I should...avoid him."

"Oh, hey," Ricky muttered shyly as she smiled at him. "So...uh...what's up?" he offered, feeling rather awkward. Scenes from yesterday were flashing through his head, and he felt like a terrible person for letting his ugly side get the better of him. "Are you...feeling okay today?"

Karen nodded her head 'yes,' before standing up. "...I got to go to the restroom.." she said lying threw her teeth. "S-See you."

"Ah...yes...okay." Ricky looked away, waiting until she was out the door before turning invisible and walking silently after her. He didn't have any intention of watching her in the bathroom; he refused to sink that low, but he felt the need to follow her in the hall.

It doesn't matter that you're easily forgiving... I'll never be able to repent for what I've done to you...

Karen passed by the bathroom, walking to her locker. She got out her bag, and shut it. Standing in place, before running out of the school.

Ricky silently followed her, stepping in front of her and becoming visible. He stood with his arms crossed, fixing her with an inquisitive stare. "This doesn't look like 'going to the restroom' to me," he said, raising a brow. "What are you doing?"

Karen stoped as she ran right into him. "How...did you.." she stared up at him. "I'm going...to the restroom at home...?" she flinched. "...Sorry." she whispered walking passed him quickly.

"Why are you lying to me?" Ricky asked softly, grabbing her arm as she tried to walk by and pulling her to him. "Answer me?"

Karen stared up at him. "...I'm not l-lying to you..." she whispered breathing softly. Studdering was her weakness whenever she lied. "...O-Okay?" she whispered slowly pulling out of his grip, and running off. "Got to get home..."

Ricky gritted his teeth, clenching his fists at his sides. He knew she was lying, and he absolutely hated it. He jumped into the air and flew after her, summoning some ectoplasmic energy into his hand and throwing it at her, hitting her in the legs to knock her down. "I'm not stupid; I can tell when you're lying, Karen," he muttered, landing on the ground next to her. "So stop running away from me. Can't we just talk?"

"Ah-!" Karen hit the ground. She looked up at Ricky, then fixed her skirt sitting there for a second. Before backing up slightly. "I...I'm going home." she whispered softly standing up slowly. "I-I don't...want to talk." she said holding her right leg. "See...you tomorrow." she said limping away.

"No!" Ricky grabbed her by the arms, jerking her back to him. "Are you a masochist or something? Stop walking away from me, because it pisses me off." His eyes were narrowed in frustration, and it was hard to hold himself back from snapping and hitting her.

Karen winced as she dropped her bag to the ground. Staring up at him as he held her by the arms. "Ricky...Let go, please." she shook her head. "I hate pain." she closed her eyes. "L-Let me go."

"How many times do I have to say no?" Ricky hissed, clenching a fist. "I don't want to hurt you, but you never give me a choice." He leaned in, glaring at her. "You never..." He closed his hand around her neck, applying pressure for a second. "...ever give me a choice. You always act like this."

Karen closed one eye. "No stop it..." she closed both eyes. "We don't even go out!" she shouted out at him, pushing him away quickly. Before holding her neck. "Just leave me alone!!" she shouted at him, quickly grabing her bag. "Just leave me alone."

"That's it," Ricky hissed, bringing back his hand and slapping her across the face. "Why can't I just say I'm sorry? Why can't you just shut up and listen to me?" I like you, a lot, but I can't control myself, all I've done is hurt you. It's stupid to tell you, because you'll just turn me down and it'll hurt more. "Damn it..."

Karen hit the ground, holding her cheek. "...Ow..." she whispered as tears came to her eyes. "You...hit me." she whispered in a sobbing voice. "You're....an idiot!" she shouted at him before wincing. Holding her cheek. "...Leave me alone...I don't like you." she whispered.

Ricky's eyes narrowed in pain as he looked away, hissing, "You didn't have to say it..." Raising his voice, he shouted, "You didn't have to go and say it! I know you hate me, I know it, so why'd you..." His voice quivered as his fists clenched. I knew this would happen...

Karen slowly stood up. "It's...your own fault.." she whispered softly as she began to walk passed him. "...I didn't do anything, you should of let me go home...things would of been the same tomorrow." she painfully as she ran from him. Holding her cheek as she did so. She ran to her house, and quickly opened up her door, turning around and locking it as soon as she got in.

Ricky followed her, flying invisibly after her. He arrived at her house and flew up around the outside, staring forlornly through her window as he watched her. His mind suddely submerged itself in odd thoughts -- this was Karen's house, and he was picturing her in her room, getting dressed -- or, more importantly, getting undressed... Ricky blushed lightly, pressing a hand to his mouth. "That's...perverted..." he whispered to himself, wishing the mental images would go away.

Karen entered her room, not waiting. She started to take off her skirt. Throwing it to the dirty clothes, then began un-buttoning her shirt. Placing it next to her skirt. "..." looking at her nightclothes for a second. She began to get dressed.

"Oh my god..." Ricky whispered, staring wide-eyed at her. His hands twitched with longing, because he wanted so badly to touch her, and he felt horrified at what had happened to him -- since when had he thought of girls like...like... Ricky shook his head as his blush deepened. "Stop thinking about that..." he muttered to himself, losing his concentration and becoming visible again without realizing it. "Stop thinking disgusting things..."

Karen put on her shirt, and turned to her window. Gasping silently before screaming, "P-Pervert!!" she shouted closing her curtians. "What the h-hell are you doing!?" she asked trembling as she covered herself with a blanket. A innocent look on her face.

The blush darkened and spread out along Ricky's face. He phased through her window but kept his distance, staring at her with wide eyes. That look she was giving him ran a shiver down his spine, and then a terrifying thought occurred to him; he wanted her. "S-Sorry, I-I just wanted to make sure you got home safely... Uhm..." Ricky frowned in concentration; he wanted to say something, anything, and then he stuttered lamely, "Y-You're beautiful...you know..."

Smooth, Ricky, he told himself, A girl catches you shamelessly watching her undress, and all you can do is give a lame excuse and tell her she's beautiful. Very nice.

Karen blushed "Y-You...watch me un-dress then...tell me I'm beautiful?" she asked in a soft innocent voice as well. "...You're..weird...Ricky."

"Wh-What the hell!?" Ricky shrieked, clamping both hands over his crotch, which was getting extremely uncomfortable. His pants had suddenly gotten very, very tight in front, and all he could do was keep staring at her, and she was blushing and making that face and talking in that voice, and Ricky fought against himself with everything he had. She didn't like him; if he tried to make advances, it would be classified as rape. But, "Oh god..." He dropped his eyes to the floor, mumbling with his hands still over his crotch, "Th-That's not fair you know... I-If you keep that up, I'll..." He winced, cutting himself off midsentence as his train of thought fell off its tracks. "Damn it..."

Karen stepped back a step. "....!" she stared at him. Then quickly looked away. "G-Get out before you...do something." she whispered staring at him, an innocent look clearly still there. "Go...Ric-Ricky." 

Ricky moaned softly, stepping towards her and pushing her gently against the wall, a blush still lingering on his face. He leaned in close and stared at her through half-lidded eyes as he pressed his waist against hers and whispered, "Feel that? It's really bothering me, and I'd appreciate it if you could finish what you started..."

Karen gasped. "R-R-Ricky..." she shook her head pushing him away. "N-No...I won't have s-sex with you." she whispered blushing a dark red. "Get out, please."

Ricky shivered slightly as she said his name. "That blush looks really cute on you," he said softly, gently stroking her cheek. "Come on, how about just a little blowjob? Please?"

"N-No." she said firmly. "Get out, Ricky." she said trembling. "...Get out, now." she didn't want to lose it. Not yet at least. "Go away." she stepped away from him.

 Ricky blinked, trying to snap himself out of his lust-induced state. "Sorry, but..." He grabbed her hands and pulled her close against him, leaning down to her. "I can't help it... Look what you've done to me..." He sighed. "Guess I'll have to steal something else then..." He closed the gap between their lips as his head screamed no, no, no but his body filled up with pleasure. She doesn't want it, she doesn't want it... Each time he repeated it in his head, it hurt even more, but his body wouldn't let him break the kiss.

Karen let out a suprised muffle in there kiss as she tried to pull away. What is he doing...what is he doing?! she thought as she finally pulled away falling back onto her bed. "What...was that for!?"

"B-Because..." Ricky stammered as his body gave a little jerk at the sight of Karen on her bed. "...I like you." He suppressed a bitter little laugh of despair. "But it's like chasing after a ghost. I can't ever catch you, can't ever have you..." He put his hands down on either side of her, tilting his head slightly. "...right?"

Karen stared up at him. "Ricky..." she whispered trembling. "Stop."

"That's all you can say?" Ricky asked softly, eyes lit up with pain. "You aggravate me so much, because you're everything I want, and everthing I can't have." He gently touched her cheek where he had slapped her earlier. Removing his hand, he leaned down and softly kissed the light red mark he had left. "Everything I can't have...and then I lose my head and ruin everything."

Karen closed her eyes. "Don't do anything...please." she whispered with a sad innocent look on her face. "Please don't.."

Ricky would've cooperated--he really would've, except she was giving him that damned look again, and he wanted her so badly, and her words were beginning to tear him to pieces. He couldn't stay like this, and he knew he had to make a decision. Acting against his better judgment, he leaned in to steal another kiss, because it was soft and warm and it tasted like... Stop it! he screamed to himself, even as his hands found her waist and planted themselves against it, gently gripping the hem of her shirt. You've got to stop--this is assault, for god's sake...

Karen moaned in the kiss sadly and shook her head. Pushing him up to breath. Staring away from him, she shook her head. "Please I'm begging you Ricky...don't..." she whispered as he gripped her shirt. "Don't.."

Ricky closed his eyes, inhaling slowly. "I can't control myself," he forced out, gritting his teeth in concentration and frustration. "I...just...want you..." He glanced down at his hands, wincing at the sight of them on her. "There's nothing I can do about it..."

Karen bluhed a darker red. "...But...it's not fair....I never wanted to be touched." she closed her eyes. "When a girl says no...they mean n-no.."

"Well I never wanted to like you!" Ricky shot back, face tinted pink as he glared at the floor. "So it seems we're both kind of...stuck." He found his eyes wandering to her lips, and he wanted to taste them again so badly, but she was saying no... "Damn it, what am I supposed to do?"

Karen pushed him up and slowly pulled away from him. "...J-Just...calm down." she said hoping this would work.

Ricky's hands twitched, and he really wanted to touch her, so he glared at the floor, forcing himself not to look at her. "This...isn't what a guy is supposd to do when he likes a girl..." He let out a long sigh, pulling his hands away from her. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just, I've never liked anyone before, no one's ever liked me, and I can't control myself, and I don't know how to get someone to like me." He clenched his hands into fists, getting angry all of a sudden. "But I've screwed everything up."

"M-Maybe...if you back up...I'll give you...a chance." she said softly looking away, hoping she could stay to her word. "O-Okay?"

Ricky took it quite literally, and hastily backed away from her until his back hit the wall. "Y-Yeah." He glanced at her and then stared down at the floor, afraid to move and suddenly at a loss for words. Calm and collected, you're supposed to be calm and collected. Pull it together, for god's sake...

Karen slowly sat up. "N-Now...go on home...I-I'll see you tomorrow at school."

"Okay," Ricky replied, nodding enthusiastically. "Right. I'll...see you then." He turned to walk away, but glanced back at her. "Why're you stammering so much, anyway? You okay?"

"I-I'm...f-fine." she said softly looking away, fooling around with her shirt. "S-See you tomorrow..." she said closing her eyes.

"Uh...yeah." Ricky took a last glance at her before turning away. "Tomorrow..." He phased out through the wall of her house, doing a happy little spin in the air once he was out of sight. "I've got another chance!" he cried, throwing his arms around himself (and looking like a damn fool, he reminded himself). "Tomorrow..." he murmured to no one in particular, drifting slowly in the direction of his house. "I'll see you tomorrow..."

The following morning, Karen entered the school. Seeing people staring at her, she looked back at them with an awkward look. She then stoped seeing people around her start to get in her way. "Excuse me.." she said pushig passed them, but was grabbed by the arm. "L-Let go." she said pulling out of there grip, but was only pushed back against the lockers. "What's your problem?!" she asked glaring at the group of girls. But then her eyes widened as Al came between the girls. "Al...!" she said glaring at him, then was grabbed by the wrist. "Let go!..." she said as he pulled her along towards a closet. "Let go!..Someone help!" but no one answered her and looked away. "He-Help!!!"

"Damn thing..." Ricky muttered, fiddling with the combination lock on his locker. "Won't open..." He was about to kick his locker in hopes of it opening when he heard a scream coming from down the hallway. A girl's scream, a familiar voice, almost like... "Karen?" Without a second thought, he sprinted down the hall, eyes widening as he saw Al pulling her towards a closet. "Hey, let her go!" Ricky cried, fists clenched in anger. "Leave her alone!"

Karen didn't look over, before Al shoved her into a closet. Smirking, he ignored Ricky and entered the closet locking it behind him. "...Don't you dare touch me.." she said holding her hands up in defense. Making fists, she threw a punched but missed getting thrown against the wall. "A-Ah.." she said feeling her breath leave her mouth. "...Let me...g-go..." she said as he pushed her to the ground and took off her pants. "Don't..."

Ricky phased through the closet, grabbing Al's arms and jerking them away from Karen. "I said leave her the hell alone," he hissed, pulling back a fist and punching Al in the back of the head. "When a girl says no, she means no."

Al fell to the ground with a dull thud. "Ricky..." she whispered staring at him with tear filled eyes, a sad innocent look on her face. "...I don't know what to s-say..."

"Then don't say anything," Ricky murmured, leaning down to meet her eyes, although it was hard to see at all in the darkness of the closet. He leaned in and kissed her, careful and soft and hoping to god that he wouldn't screw it up again. He was starting gently, but his fingers twitched and he knew he'd have his hands on her very soon, and he scolded himself for being so stupid. Whatever. He threw everything he had into that kiss, because he told himself it was the last one he'd ever have from her, and it was long and soft and it tasted so sweet, and Ricky pulled away reluctantly, craving more. He was indulging in fantasies running through his head--the kind that, if she could see them, Ricky was sure Karen would slap him. He'd just knocked out the guy who'd been harassing her before, and Ricky didn't want to be a hypocrite, but he wanted it so badly, and his hand was acting of its own accord as it inched its way up to her chest. He murmured her name reverently, as if she was the most precious thing in the world, and he heard his own voice laced with lust and found himself nearly laughing at the thought of having sex in a closet at school. Not that she'd ever let him, he dismally reminded himself. That wasn't something for him to take from her. Then again, he remembered she wasn't wearing any pants, and, oh god, he thought to himself, was that his hand on her thigh? He really did have less control than he thought he did, and he was just digging himself deeper into the pit of disaster with each passing second.

Karen leaned back against the wall, shocked that he was kissing her. "What...are you doing?" she asked pulling away staring down at herself blushing. "...Ricky...your voice...n-no.." she said pushing him up. "You can't, remember?"

"Karen," Ricky whispered softly into her ear, pressing her gently against the wall. "What is it that you want?" His voice was barely above a whisper, so low that he could barely hear himself. He nipped gently on the edge of her ear, wondering why his body had just done that (it seemed silly, really) and whispered, "What...can I do for you?" as his hand crept between her legs.

Karen flinched visibly and stared at him. "I-I...want to wait...to get married.." she whispered closing her eyes wimpering softly. "N-No...don't nibble..."

"Do you have an objection to kissing?" Ricky murmured, finding her lips in the dark and kissing them gently. A little shudder of pleasure went through him as their lips touched, and his hand that was on her chest squeezed shut slightly.

Karen let out a suprised muffled moan as he kissed her, then squeezed her chest slightly. "Ah...n-no.." she whispered pulling out of the kiss, her voice full of pleasure.

"Seems to me that you like this, Karen," Ricky whispered hoarsely, voice thick with lust. "All that moaning you're doing..." He captured her lips again and then moved his mouth along her jawline, trailing heated kisses down to the base of her neck.

Karen picked up her breathing as he kissed the base of her neck. "...Not there.." she whispered breathlessly. "No-not...t-there..." she said trembling.

"Hnn?" Ricky half-asked, half-moaned against her skin. He raised his head and squinted in the dark to look at her. He mapped out her face with his lips, finding her mouth in a matter of seconds. "S'mth'ng th' matter?" he murmured, slurring his words into the kiss as both hands pressed gently against her chest.

Karen gasped quietly and blushed even more as he pressed both his hands on her chest. "...Stop..." she whispered touching his chest slightly. "Stop it, Ricky...please.." she quietly said closing her eyes tilting her head away from his.

Ricky sighed, averting his eyes but not taking his hands away from her. "Look... What do you want? You're head's saying no, but your body's saying yes." He ran his fingers down her chest and stomach. "So which is it, then?"

Karen grabbed his hand before it got any lower. "It's no." she said slowly standing up, reaching for the door knob. She swiftly got to the door knob, and unlocked it. "I'm sorry Ricky." she said softly as she opened the door and stepped out of the closet, and began walking.

"Wait!" Ricky walked out of the closet behind her, grabbing her arm. "Look, I'm sorry..." She already gave you a second chance, and now you've gone and screwed it up... "Dont walk away from me."

Karen looked back at him. "L-Let go...Ricky."

Ricky bit his lip until it started to bleed, loosening his hold on her arm but not quite letting go. "So that's it, is it..." He stared at the ground, looking troubled. "...Letting go?"

Karen nodded. "Y-Yes..." she said staring back at him, wiggling her way out of his grip. "...I'm sorry, I didn't want to...hurt you, Ricky."

Ricky just stood there, arm outstretched and mouth slightly open. "There's got to be someone else you like..." he murmured, gazing at the ground. "Who is it?"

"No one." Karen said softly. "I promise you that...I like no one." she closed her eyes. "Goodbye Ricky..."

"No." Ricky grabbed her hands and pulled her close, gazing at her through narrow eyes. "That's not how it's going to end." He pushed her against the wall, hands finding her chest and lips pressing against hers. "You can't walk away, 'cause I'm not done with you."

"W-What...?" Karen looked back at him. "Richard..Drynn.." she shuddered pushing his hands off of her chest. "No way...I told you no, and I'm keeping at that.." she slid away from the wall, quickly and swift.

"What did you call me?" Ricky hissed, narrowing his eyes at her and snatching her arm, shoving her back against the wall. "Don't ever call me by that name, understand?"

"Then stop treating me like some... sex toy." Karen said blushing. "I told you...no countless times, Ricky." she closed her eyes. "So just stop it."

"What am I supposed to do?" Ricky growled, keeping her pressed firmly against the wall. "All you're doing is pushing me away." He clenched his hand into a fist. "Don't you know what it feels like, being rejected by someone you... you..." He sighed exasperatedly, cutting himself off as he gently ran his hand along her cheek. "...Forget it." He dropped his hand, still keeping her pinned with his other. "You don't get it at all."

Karen looked up at him, before pushing him back. "You're...not doing this right." she said closing her eyes. "You never ever cared about what I said..." she looked up at him. "I-I don't like you."

Ricky winced as the words hit him like knives. He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again once he realized he had no idea what he wanted to say. Anger was boiling up in him again, and he bit his lip until a trickle of blood eased out from where his teeth had dug in. 'Never ever cared' and 'I don't like you' were echoing in his brain, and he clamped his hands to his forehead, grimacing in concentration as he struggled to quell his temper. Don't come out, don't hurt her, don't make any more dumb mistakes, just walk away... He whispered it softly to himself, as if saying the commands out loud would make them more real. "Don't come out, don't hurt her, don't do anything stupid, just leave..."

Karen stared up at him. "See." she was trembling. "I can't...like you." she closed her eyes slidding to the side. "So just leave me alone!"

Ricky cursed softly, squeezing his eyes shut. "Damn it..." he whispered, falling silent shortly after. He stopped struggling against himself, letting his hands fall from his face and looking at her through now crimson eyes, disposition completely changed. A smirk was plastered across his face as he piped up, "Hell-ooo, sexy. Don't think I've seen him this pissed off for a long, long time. And it's 'cause of a girl!" He giggled, cupping her chin in his hand and tilting her face slightly slideways, examining her face. "Gotta give him credit for picking a cute one, though. Good thing you turned him down, 'cause otherwise he might've been able to get rid of me."

Karen looked up at him. "E-Excuse...me?" she blushed. "Don't touch me, Ricky I'm serious."

"Confused?" Ricky smirked, staring at her with red eyes. "What, he never told you about his little condition?" He ran his hand down the side of her face, down her chest, finally coming to a stop at her waist. "Hmmm... Hey, I've got an idea." He grinned at her. "I feel really alive. Wanna do something fun?"

Karen steped away from him. "No. I don't." she said turning away. "I must go now." she said rather quickly.

"No, no, you can't leave now, cutie." Ricky wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her against himself. "I'll make it worth your while," he whispered against her neck, softly nipping the corner of her ear. "So just shhh..." He slid his hands up the front of her shirt, keeping her pinned to him with the strength in his arms. "Alright?"

"No.." Karen said blushing. "Let go. Please."