When we arrived at his car, a black classic ford mustang because he wasn't already a walking cliché, he opened the passenger door. But I wasn't going to get in without giving him a hard time. I crossed my arms and just looked at him with a blank stare.

"I'm not getting in." I snarled at him causing him to sigh and shake his head. Her rubbed the back of his neck while watching me from head to toe.

"Please, get in the car Isabella." He asked nicely, much to my surprise.

"No."

"Please, I'm not going to beg." He mumbled under his breath while tugging at his black messy hair making it even more messy. That's the thing about Lukas, on the outside he is what every girl wants, on the inside not so much. He is moody, rude, controlling and I only have known him for a couple of hours.

"I said no." Still keeping my arms crossed in front of my chest that was still, by his doing, drenched. When a cold gust of wind blew over my skin I shivered.

"Get in the car, you are cold." He suggested while putting his hands on my shoulders before rubbing his them up and down my arms to warm me up but instead of swooning for this grand gesture I took a step back, making his hands fall to his sides. He looked frustrated but as much as he frowned his brows, his lips wore a smirk.

"Well, you are the reason I'm cold, you asshole!" I snapped.

"You are one sassy princess." He said and all of a sudden I felt an arm under my legs and one in my back and before I knew it I was swept off my feet, literally. I could feel his strong arms lifting me up and his muscles tense around me as he sat me down in the passenger seat before leaning in and buckling up my seatbelt. "Be warned, I don't do begging. Yet, I always get what I want." He whispered in my ear. The tip of his nose touched my cheek and for some reason I wasn't cold anymore. He pulled away before slamming the door and walking over to the other side of the car. As he walked in front of the car I noticed yet another tattoo. It was a compass on the inside of his arm in I found myself staring at it and following it along with Lukas until he sat down behind the steering wheel. Our gazes met when he turned to me. His grey eyes looked soft and his demeaner was completely calm. I was seeing a different Lukas than I had at the party. He looked at my arms which were still crossed over my chest trying to cover my exposed bra. When he saw me looking down, hiding my shame, he put his lips in a straight line and reached over to the back seat. He got a grey hoodie from the back and put it in my lap, still holding his hand on the fabric. "Here, to cover yourself up, I kind of can see your bra."

"I bet you enjoy the show." I mumbled under my breath before clenching my jaw shut.

"Just take the hoodie Bella." He whispered looking at me with disappointment in his eyes. There was something about him I couldn't read. He wasn't angry anymore, he wasn't rude, he was actually kind of nice.

"It's still your fault!" I raised my voice before yanking the hoodie from his hand and quickly pulling it over my head while he started the car. I finally felt less exposed and the hoodie was soft against my skin, it even smelled like him and I didn't know why I was enjoying that so much.

"Isabella, I'm really sorry." He said over the roaring engine looking at me wearing his hoodie which caused him to smile.

"For what exactly? You did so much to me tonight..." I hissed while pulling up my shoulders and staring straight ahead.

"Everything. Spilling the drink and most of all what I whispered to you...When I saw you run off I realized I went too far. I'm sorry." I felt his eyes more on me than on the road but I kept looking away from him.

"You think! You think you went too far? Lukas you said the worst possible thing." I yelled at him facing him directly.

"I know." He said, regret dripping off his voice.

"I never even said I was a virgin." I yelled shaking my head in anger.

"You're not?" He said surprised and I saw him raising his brows.

"I lost it when I was 15." I whispered under my breath while looking out of the passenger window.

"Fifteen, well, well, who knew She had it in her." He chuckled but I wasn't laughing.Mister Asshole was back.

"I was roofied at a party." I blurted out unknowingly before putting my hand in front of my mouth as if that was going to stop the words from spilling out.

"What?" He looked at me worried and quickly pulled over to the side of the road. His hands gripped around the wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white.

"Nothing." I said before pressing my lips together.

"Did someone put something in your drink?" He looked tense and worried but most of all angry. His hand was still clenched around the wheel and his other hand was balling a fist.

"That's what the police thought when they found Rohypnol in my blood. I just don't remember taking a drink from someone especially not from him." I said looking at his tense face. I wished I hadn't said anything. I never told anyone, not even my parents. They wouldn't even care.

"You remember who... You know..." Yeah I know what you mean, I don't want to say it out loud either.

"I remember everything...I just couldn't move or speak." I confessed and he closed his eyes for a moment while putting his head back. I could see how the muscles in his jaw tensed causing his cheekbones to become more visible. "Because he had my consent, or something like that, on video, he got away with it." All of a sudden Lukas hit the steering wheel with the side of his fist and I flinched.

"How can you give consent when you-" He yelled while tugging at his hair.

"I know, it's fucked up." I sighed.

"I'm so fucking sorry." He said reaching out to take my hand. As if it was a natural thing to do our fingers intertwined and he rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb. All we could do was stare at our hands.

"I like your finger tattoos." I said, trying to change the subject into something else, anything else. He looked up and his eyes met mine before smiling.

"You do? I wouldn't have taken you for someone who would like tattoos." He smiled making his plump lips curve in the most beautiful way, while his thumb was still caressing my hand.

"You always assume the wrong thing about me." I smile at him.

"Looks like it."

"Can you take me home now?" I reminded him we were still stationed next to the road instead of driving towards my apartment. He smiled and gently let go of my hand before turning the key in the ignition and taking off with a roaring engine.

A couple of minutes later my cellphone chimed and I took it out of my bag. As soon as I saw the text I had the biggest smile on my face.

: Hi, it's Drew. I hope you don't mind, I asked Mia for your number. Tomorrow at twelve, coffee at the campus café? I'm looking forward to that date you promised me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you leave with that dickhead Lukas.

"Who is it?" Lukas asked with a cold and severe voice while I was typing a reply to Drew.

Call it a date

"That's none of your business." I laughed but Lukas didn't take it very well.

"It's him isn't it! Is it Drew?" Lukas raised his voice and so the mood in the car went from friendly to hostile.

"So what if it's Drew?!" I yelled facing towards a very angry guy driving a very old car while my phone chimed again.

"It's him. That son of a bitch. Give me your phone!" he said while trying to take my phone from my hands.

"What the hell Lukas!" I yelled as he yanked the phone from my hands and shut it off. Why, why does he hate Drew so much. He threw the phone in my lap almost making it fall to the floor but luckily I caught it just in time.

"You need to listen to me Isabella. Stay away from Drew!" He raised his voice again and his hand held onto the wheel a little bit too tight.

"Not going to happen." I hissed. "Besides why should I?"

"Bella, just do as I say!"

"No, I don't have to listen to you. Not when you won't even explain why I should stay away from him." Lukas growled and bit his bottom lip at my words.

"Drew and I have history. We fought over a girl and she choose him. When I saw you with him I was just so angry, I wanted to beat the crap out of him. I was also angry at you for falling for his charms, I thought you were different than all the other girls, so I was disappointed. Mostly angry, that's why I was so mean to you Isabella. I wanted to hurt someone and you were and easy target." He threw his hand up in the air before rubbing his neck. "And the way you were dancing together... It... It disgusted me that he had his hands all over you like that."

"Why would you care?" I shook my head. I just didn't understand what his point was.

"Listen, Drew has a reputation for sleeping with girls and then dumping them the day after."

"Newsflash! That's kind of your reputation too Lukas!"

"If he doesn't get what he wants, he can be forceful and I don't want to comfort another girl Drew tried to assault. That's why I didn't want you to go home with him. Just trust me Bella." He said and he tried to take my hand again but I pulled away before he could reach me. The disappointment on his face when I pulled my hand away almost made me feel sorry but then I reminded myself of what Drew told me about his sister and Lukas's revenge. I looked out of the window frustrated and saw we had arrived at my apartment which made me let out a sign of relieve.

"If you have a problem with Drew so be it, but you don't have to tell lies about him because you don't like me hanging out with him. He has been nice to me the entire night and you... you have been an asshole, so I tend to pick Drew's side in this matter. I don't trust you Lukas!" I yelled while he parked the car in the parking lot. I needed to get out of this car as fast as I could. I opened the door but before I was halfway up Lukas grabbed my hand and pulled me back in.

"Isabella please, stay away from him. Promise me! Promise you'll stay away?" He rambled while holding my hand tightly. He didn't do begging but this sure looked like it. The look on his face was soft and worried but his eyes fiery and angry. He had so much build up anger I was almost getting scared.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I huffed and pulled my hand from his before getting out of the car and slamming the door. On my way to my apartment I heard Lukas curse to himself. When he was done throwing his little tantrum he took off.

I put my key in the lock and opened the door to my apartment. I was finally home and I let by back fall against my matrass thinking about what had happened on my fourth night at college. It was a complete disaster. I met some nice and some less nice people, I made out with Drew and got a ride home from Asshole Lukas. Tomorrow will be better I promised myself, which reminded me I got a text before Lukas yanked the phone out of my hands. I took my phone and put it back on, only to show me a very cute message from a very cute guy.

: Goodnight beautiful, see you TMW.

I was laying in my bed looking at a text from one guy while snuggling against the hoodie of another but who was telling me the truth?