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Hidden Love Ch. 01

By: maxex5452



Wednesday

I was having a bad day. It was ridiculous. My body thermostat was on the fritz so I was freezing cold all day, my hair was ludicrous, I spilled chocolate milk all over my white shirt, I dropped my books in the hall while people kick them more down the hall as they go by, my mom was waiting at home to torture me, and my crush and me, . . . uh-huh! Wrong! It was such a horrible, horrible day, so I decided to go take a swim. I didn't care if I got caught, I wanted to swim!

"Mark!?!" I called down in the Janitor's room, wondering if he was down there. 

"What?" His hoarse amused voice answered back. 

I smiled. "I want to take a swim!" I whined, and knew he would give in. He was a friend of the family's and I also treated him good, and I helped him out whenever I could, so he owed me. 

"What?" He asked in disbelief. "You're not allowed!" 

"So? Please!?! I'm having a really bad day!" I couldn't stress that enough. 

"Well. . . . Alright." He caved as I knew he would.

"Yes!" I squealed in delight. I then followed him down the hall to go to the pool area. His keys jangled as he undid them at his belt and I couldn't supress the warm and delight inside me. "For once today, something is going my way!" I couldn't stop grinning. 

Mark unlocked the big steel heavy door and let me in. He turned on the lights and said, "I'm going to lock this door so no one can come in, so . . . enjoy!" He smiled and I jumped up and gave him a hug. He was my height, which was around 5' 5" and 5' 6", and round, so it made the hug easier. But I didn't jump on him to hard, he was 59 years old. 

"Thank you so much!" I said and gave him a smacking kiss on his cheek and let go. He now was grinning ear to ear. He then left and locked the door. 

As I heard him lock the door I played with the lights to get them just right. There! . . . It was the light that illuminated the pool. It seemed like it made the water glow. It looked so alluring, warm, and . . . I sighed with pleasure and knew I couldn't finish the thought. I didn't think too much about the thought of stripping and skinny dipping and did just that. 

I put my clothes on the stairs of the bleachers, ran and dove in the warm cool water bare naked. The water caressed my skin like a lover as I plunged. My whole mind and body seemed to sigh with relief. God, it felt so good, I thought as I kicked up to the surface. I don't ever want to get out, my mind thought. 

I sucked in sweet air and did a few laps up and down the pool and dived in a bit. It was such a pleasure to do this and I couldn't even describe the feeling just right. If there was any emotion that I could tack on the feeling, it would be pure bliss. 

I waded in the middle of the pool floating on my back as the whole room went dark. I blinked a few times trying to adjust to the darkness to see if anybody was there, but I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. 

A blackout? I asked myself and doubted it. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, my breathing was beginning to turn into gasps, and my imagination was also starting to get away from me. Shit, my cried. Did someone lock me in? Did I just see something move? Crap! . . . My mind cried as I ordered myself to calm down. 

Finally my breathing turned back to normal, but my heart still thudded loudly in my ears. I called out in the big empty room, "Hello?" I paused for an answer. 

Nothing.

"Anybody there?" My voice echoed in the big room and it kind of creep me out. I waited and it seemed like forever but I knew it was only a few minutes, not even. I breathed a sigh of relief when I convinced myself that I was still alone.

But just then I heard a splash behind me when I began to relax and tensed up again. "Hello?" By now, I was angry and irritated, not as much as scared. I then felt water lap up against me quickly and I knew somebody was in here with me. 

I was no longer alone like I thought I was. 

My first thought, I'm naked! The second was, That bastard! The next, What am I going to do? 

"Don't be afraid." A deep voice sounded nearby. 

"Yeah, don't be afraid . . ." I said warily. "Right!" Damn my sarcasm! I cursed myself. 

A dark warm chuckle sounded somewhere in the huge room.

"Why are you toying with me?" 

"Because I can." A low seductive voice, I noted but then I put my mind in check. Thinking of sex in a pool without any lights is not good! Especially for me. I don't need that in my mind! God! Especially someone I didn't know!

"Who are you?" I asked curiously. 

That bad-boy chuckle again. "And why would I tell you? Let me reassure you, you do know me. I at least I think you do." A little chuckle. "We do go to school together." 

His voice was getting nearer, maybe to my right, but I couldn't be sure. "Well that only leaves 300 people to go! So what weirdo are you?"

That low chuckle again! "Why do you ask these questions when you will get the answers in time?" 

That chuckle was sexy and all but it was really starting to annoy me. Especially when I couldn't see him. A guy was interested in me and I didn't even know what he looked like. "So why are you here?" 

"You already figured, I like you."

"And this is how you get my attention?" 

"Well, I did hear you were a sap for hard romance." I couldn't see it but I knew he was grinning. 

I grounded my teeth together in annoyance and cursed myself. I tried to think of another clever question while I inched my way to the edge of the pool. Even though I would love to stay in the water's coolness, this guy was dangerous and freaking me out in many ways. 

"So why did you stop swimming? I wanted to swim with you." This time he sounded closer. Dangerously close. 

I held my breath and sank into the water and swam to the edge. As soon as I felt the wall, I quickly pulled myself out and began to run for it. But before I could get into a good stride I was pulled into a hard muscular body and was thrown back into the pool. 

I tried to swim upward but our limps were in tangled with each other. And . . . . . whoa what was that? Is he naked? I accidently let my arm float there and . ... Yep, he was naked. 

My eyes widened in surprise as I started to get air. Wait a minute! He was kissing me! I gasped, turning away, and got a mouthful of chlorine water. I swam up, struggling to pull myself up to the surface. Once I broke the surface and sucked enough air, I nearly scream, "What the fuck!?! Get away from me! Get!" I tried to swim away when he gripped both of my arms in a tight grip. I then started to kick at him but he trapped them in between his legs. 

"I'll scream!" I threatened, but I didn't know how good it would do. Noting on how strong he was. My breasts were just barely touching his chest as if teasing both of us. I sucked in a breath from his intense presence and strength. But I guess he thought I was making good on my threat for that second he captured both of my wrists in one hand and the other covered my mouth. 

"Why do you think I would hurt you?" He paused. "I would never hurt a woman in my life." He said softly. "Now, I'm going to remove my hand, and if you scream, I'll have to knock you unconscious. Understand?"

Since I couldn't move or even struggle, I knew I couldn't do anything, I would just get hurt in the process. I nodded yes and he removed his hand from my mouth, but kept a tight grip on my waist. "I thought you said, you wouldn't hurt me? Knocking someone out, hurts." 

"Pressure points." He said mockingly. 

I sighed for I knew I was defeated. "Ass." I said while my body sagged with defeat. 

That low chuckle again. "I may be, but you have yet to learn." 

"If you're not going to hurt me, why don't you tell me your name?" I asked cleverly, hoping to surprise him. 

Nope, didn't work. "Ash . . . so you can guess who I am? I think not my clever girl. So how do you feel Casey?"

I reeled back in surprise from him knowing my name. It was such a shock that I felt numb all over. 

"A little surprised I see, but alright." He said warmly, but then a trace of concern lit his voice. "You are okay aren't you?" I made a sound to confirm his suspicions. "Good. Trust me, Casey, please? If you want a name call me Sylar." 

Sylar? Why did that name sound so familiar? "Okay. . . "I hesitated."I guess." I ignored the warmth that flashed through me as he said his name. Also trying to ignore my mind that was perverted for the last four years of high school. Because all it had thought right now was, How hot is this? and God, Fuck me now!, and I wonder how big he is? My mind wasn't helping any; it would just merely make matters worse. 

I trembled at the thoughts because they were exciting me, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around me. Thoughts! Damn the gods! Why does my mind have to be this way? 

"You cold?" He asked beside my ear, and it sent a tingle of warmth through my body to pool at my belly. 

Not at all! I felt hot all over from his touch, but will I tell him? Never! "Uhh . . . No ... I'm good. How 'bout that swim?" I needed to get out of his arms before I could do anything that I would regret later.

"How 'bout that swim?" He released me warily to see if I would escape but I didn't. I wanted to play! 

I giggled and shouted, "I'll race ya!", and then dove in the water and began to swim like crazy to the other end of the pool. As I neared the edge I did a flip turn and headed to the deep end. 

Besides the water rushing past my ears I heard him splashing behind me. I knew he was following. I swam faster, trying to suppress a grin and barely succeeded. I shouted in triumph as I gripped the deep end's edge, but then noticed heavy breathing beside me. 

"I beat you!" He gasped out. "Even though you had a head start!" 

My mouth gaped open, I couldn't believe him! He won? No freakin' way!?! I always beat . . . damn it to hell and back!

"Nice," He chuckled. 

"What?" I gasped. 

"You said, Damn it to hell and back." He chuckled again and I of course had to think it sexy and annoying. 

"Damn you!" I sighed and pulled myself out of the water using the blocks for help. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." I reassured him and steadied myself at the edge and dived in backwards. I always thought it fun. 

When I came up I heard him say, "Pretty." He paused. "Can you do a back flip?" 

"Unfortunately no. My brother tried to teach me once, but I gave up, along with a front flip." I pulled myself out again. "Bet you I can swim farther than you with no breath." I stated while grinning, nobody ever really passed this contest with me. 

"You're on." He challenged. He pulled himself out and waited.

"I'll go first." I then slowed my breathing, breathing deep to get enough air. I was ready. I jumped and stole a breath at the last possible second and swam. I pulled and pulled, and my lungs started to burn for air but I kept going. I felt the pool's wall, turned quickly and pushed some more. I then couldn't take it any longer! I needed air! I surfaced and breathed in deep, relishing the warm air filling my lungs. 

I then heard him dive in and waited. A few seconds later I felt the pull of water pass me, and I knew he would touch the wall, as I just done. He did and turned quickly as I had, and swam some more. I then started to get worried; I didn't want to lose again to this bastard! 

I then heard him surface ahead of me, and I hated him! "Not fair!" I growled at him. I frowned at my defeat and crossed my arms beneath my breasts and glared at him, even though I couldn't see him worth shit. But I felt his strong presence. 

I really don't know how, but I could tell he was grinning. "What, did you lose?" He asked carelessly. I sighed and gave him the silent treatment. He merely only chuckled and it made me angrier at him. And my body was betraying me once more, for once I heard him chuckle it splashed warmth into my already tense and feverish body. "You want to know what's not far?" He paused but I didn't reply. "You being in the same pool with me, naked." 

And before I knew it, I was in his arms and him kissing me. My hands pushed against his hard muscled chest in protest but got weaker as his tongue moved inside my mouth. It was begging to be touched and massaged. It was a delicious shock that I didn't want to stop.

My arms stopped their struggling and wrapped themselves around his neck to pull him closer so I could kiss him deeper. My tongue slowly started to duel with his and I heard him groan and warmth splashed into my whole body. My breasts tightened and ached as they were crushed against his chest, and of course my mind went crazy with need and desire. 

His knee pushed opened my legs and rubbed against my swollen aching sex. I heard a low animal sound and I realized that it was me. Dear God! how could this be happening? I asked my racing mind. 

The more his knee rubbed the more I didn't want him to stop. He stopped kissing me as my back leaned against the wall. He then was kissing down my jaw and neck, nipping here and there, while his left hand cupped my breast. His other had had crept down my back at some point, over my buttocks, and . . . one finger slipped inside me. 

I gasped out, surprised he would be so bold and such great sensations, started to fill me. Out . . . in . . ., out . . . in, ever so slowly, which just tortured me but I loved every minute of it. I closed my eyes trying to envision what was happening to me, but with light and couldn't. It would have never have happened with it. 

He started to nibble at my neck and I could barely stand it! His 5'o'clock shadow scratched at my neck and jaw lightly and I thought it was so terribly sexy. I played with guys like this before, but I never felt like this. This was extremely different than any of them. It seemed like I would explode with greatness and power. I couldn't get enough of it. I . . . I . . .

He slipped a second finger inside me, which made me cry out in his ear. Nearly moaning and groaning my head off. He then bit my neck, nearly drawing blood, and it sent me over the edge. With that bite, the sweet pleasure tightened throughout my body and bursted in a series of waves. I clutched at him, fearing he would leave me like this, and that I would fall. But he held me tight to him, which I just loved. 

When I caught my breath again, I asked, "Who are you?"

His lips were near mine, teasing them to kiss him. "Your dream man." He said softly and said no more, which was perfect. 

I wanted to ask him something, but I was too embarrassed. I closed my eyes again, willing myself to ask him what I wanted and yet not, I then heard myself say, "Whoever you are, I want you." So much emotion was held in that statement that I was terrified. I wanted him in every way. 

"Later." he growled, and caught my lips with his again. A moment later we were breathless and our hands exploring. Especially mine. His own certain antimony was aching for something. 

Something echoed in the huge room and he tensed. His mouth stopped trailing along my jaw; his hand stopped squeezing my ass gently. 

"What's wrong?" I sighed. 

"I better go." And with that, his strong arms released me. 

"No! . . . Who are you? Please don't!" I tried to figure out something that would make him stay, but couldn't think of any. "I don't even know your name!" 

His presence was fleeting and I didn't want him to leave. "Sylar!" He called back and was gone. I knew because I couldn't feel him anymore. His presence, his power, his touch . . . was gone. Something dark curled deep in the pit of my stomach, and I realized it was fear. Fear of never seeing him again. 

Well I never really saw him, actually. Damn it! I grounded my teeth together in frustration. Hoping I would never meet that bastard ever again! But my heart unconsciously wished it would. 

The big metal door to the pool opened with a creak and then blinding light flashed on in the big room. I raised my arm to shield out the light so I could see who my lover was. But all I saw was the principal. 

My eyes grew wide with shock and I sank down in the water to cover myself. Heat filled my face in humiliation and I wanted so much to be swallowed whole into the water, or something. Anything!

I was in deep shit!

Hidden Love Ch. 02



Two hours later I was already screamed at the principal and my parents. My mother was still yelling at me, while my father sat in the kitchen in stony silence. And of course I would see my little brother sneak a peek down the hallway and silently laugh at me. 

I rolled my eyes wishing I hadn't gotten caught, but I did. And I was so embarrassed that I wished that a black hole would suddenly appear below me and swallow me whole. Thinking of sucking, Sylar or whatever his name is, sucked on my lips, my neck . . . I gasped, and stopped my hand that was currently trying to make a grab at my neck. Oh, Thank God that I wore my black turtleneck today. Otherwise I would have been stinking with humiliation. 

"Furthermore, what made you think you had a right to go swim in a closed pool after school today?" My mother demanded.

This is so what I didn't want when I had gotten home today. But oh well, I just had to grin and bear it. Every day I get my ass chewed out for something. But this something would never go to rest, and I knew it.

"I don't know."  A bland reply, but if I told her the truth she would just have a field day with it. And will I tell anybody about Sylar? Never! They just wouldn't understand, but then again I didn't understand.

"'I don't know.' One of your famous sayings! What are you going to do about College? This is your last year of high school and you screwed it up by going skinny dipping in the school's pool? Once again, 'Nice Job!' You couldn't screw up your life any better." She paused to look at my father and the said, "Go to your room. I don't want to talk to you anymore, let alone see you!" She seethed. 

I got up and complied by going into my room like she told me to. Glowering, wishing that I hadn't got caught. It was all Sylar's fault. If he wasn't there I would have been out of there in time. I growled just thinking of it. 

I stripped off my turtleneck and checked to make sure there were no hickeys. But of course to my luck, there were two. One was where my shoulder met my neck and the other was on the left breast, next to my nipple. That one would be gone in a few days, but the other would stay for awhile since it was part bruise since he bit me so hard. But I don't mind, it did give me an orgasm. 

I smiled despite myself, and then put my mind in check. I got ready for bed since I wasn't going anywhere any time soon. 



Thursday

"Hey Casey, nice hickey!" Sam called out to me, snickering to himself. 

I turned around and gave him the finger and poked my tongue out. I held my trig and street law book in one arm and walked down to my locker in C-hall to drop my books off. I opened my locker to dump my books inside when Christina came up and leaned on the other lockers to stare at me. More like staring at my hickey.

"So what happened?" She asked, hearing the rumors most likely. 

"A long story." I mumbled and started to head to my next class.

"I got time." She offered and followed close to me.

I groaned and nearly gave. "So I almost had a one night stand!" And then I dragged my feet some more. I wanted this day to be over already, but it had just barely begun.

"What!?!" She stopped in shock for a second, and then quickly caught up with me. "To who?" She demanded.

"That's the thing. The lights were off and I couldn't see who!" I nearly growled.  "But he said his name was Sylar, but like I believe that for a second!"

"Why?"

"Because I already looked through the yearbooks! And nobody and I mean nobody is named Sylar! And he said that he came to this school!" I was still upset over the fact but like I could change that.

"You like him!" She whispered.

"I do not!"  I said to quickly. 

"What if it's his middle name?" She grinned mischievously. 

I bit my lip. It was a good possibility. "Well how the hell am I going to find him? Ask every boy their middle name is Sylar?" I blasted. I needed a swim, but I shot that idea down instantly. I didn't want to be embarrassed from my head to my toes, or have what happened to me again. I frowned at my thoughts.

"Sorry, just trying." She grumbled beside me. She clutched at her books to her chest like the book worm she was. Her reddish brown hair was swept away from her face from a scrunchie hair tie. Her chocolate eyes had a bleak light inside and I immediately felt sorry.

I sighed, and said, "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blasted you like that. It's just that I'm really under stress lately, and Ughhh!" The pain was coming back inside my head because I was thinking too much of my problems, and it just pissed me off more.

"It's okay. Friends?" She stopped and turned to me with her hand extended. I took her hand that she offered and shook. 

"Friends!" I agreed. "Hey maybe you can come over my place today and we can do something. I can't go anywhere for awhile, since I'm grounded."  I frowned at that but looked at her hopefully.

"I don't know. We'll see. But hey this is my stop. So I'll talk to you later?" 

"Yeah later." I said as I already knew the answer. She wouldn't be able to come over tonight. But then the thoughts of Sylar came sneaking back into my brain. I went to my next class English up ahead and tried to think of something else entirely, but of course it didn't work. I'd catch myself doodling his name and mine together, and I'd stop myself until I caught myself again. 

At one point after class, I heard his voice around me, so I turned to look to see him but I wasn't sure who it was I was looking for. But then his voice and breath warmed my ear when he whispered, "What's a matter Casey? Distracted?" And then that damn bad boy chuckle followed. I whirled around swiftly but I only saw students exiting and entering classrooms, and students going down the hall. 

"Damn you Sylar!" I ground out through my teeth. It was going to be a long day.

Friday

I was dumping my books in my locker, while Christina yapped at by my side when I heard that bad boy chuckle once more. I tensed instantly and looked behind me, but I only saw a stream of teenagers going past to hurry to their next class. I blew a sigh of relief and got my next class's books. 

Suddenly I felt him, his presence, his power, his everything. I gasped as he said in my ear, "You can try, but you will not recognize me." While he said this, I knew I was trapped against my locker that I couldn't turn and face him. His hand barely touched my back, but I still felt it. It seemed like he was petting me. But then he chuckled and he was gone. 

Before his presence could flee I turned quickly and tried to find him in the crowd. But of course to my luck I didn't find him. Just like he said. That bastard! I growled and I felt like I wanted to cry. 

I didn't even feel him anymore. 

Damn!

My body was tingling, my heart pounding, just because of him! Ugh! I hate him! "Damn you Sylar!" I yelled in the hall. I only got curious looks from people and barely, just barely, I could hear that damn sexy chuckle in the distance. Then he was gone! 

Christina looked at me and asked, "You okay?" 

"Yeah, just peachy!" I growled.

"What just happened?"

I explained in one word. "Sylar!" Another growl erupted from me just as I slammed my locker door closed.  Christina only waited in silence. I sighed. "Sylar came up behind me and said, 'You can try, but you will not recognize me.' What an asshole! I just want to . . ." Another damn growl, for I couldn't finish the sentence. 

Christina only laughed. Another growl and a grumble from me. "Yep, you like him!" She said more to herself then me. 

I stopped in my tracks and looked at her as if she was dumb. Her soft eyes held pure amusement. "I do not!" I demanded. 

"Yes you do." She said quietly and moved to continue on our walk.

"He's an immature jerk that wants to feel good about himself for making a woman want him so much! So that makes him a fucking total ass-hole jerk!" I was so frustrated and mad that I could imagine steam coming out of my ears. 

"No, he's just playing hard to get." She merely said.

"What!?!" That really made me stop and shake my head in wonderment. "Hard to get? Yeah right, my ass!" 

"He's done his homework." When I didn't respond she continued. "You're the one that always plays hard to get. And when the time comes to almost go all the way, you stop them and say you don't want to, or you're not satisfied." She paused in thought. "But what he did to you, just shows you that he does want you, but he doesn't want to get crushed like all the other men you dumped." 

"So he's going to wait me out until I can't stand it anymore and give in!" I couldn't believe it, but it did make sense. 

"Not quite, you didn't let me finish. So far, he's only showing you what you did to the other guys. But if I'm correct at of what I assumed happened that night, yeah he'll wait you out. And try to get more of you the next time." She looked at me warily.

"That bastard!" I breathed, trying to take this all in. 

"But I could be wrong." She conceded. "I don't know what really happened that night, remember? You didn't tell me, did you?" She looked at me carefully as if sizing me up. I squirmed under her soul-searching eyes. I swear she could see through anything. "I could be wrong, so don't worry over this." She then left me standing in the hall thinking about it as the bell rang for class. 

Wednesday

Gym class. Oh boy. Good thing I had done a favor for Mrs.Radley otherwise I wouldn't have been able to swim today. The rest of the class was out on the track running, as I swam my laps. This time I had my swim suit on and all the pool lights shining bright, so I didn't feel so naked and uncomfortable. 

Samantha and Sebastian were already out of the pool and taking their shower, so which left me alone in the pool. I shrugged it off, even though I felt a little sliver of unease run through me. I even kept checking around me to make sure I was alone every five minutes. 

On my last lap I checked my waterproof watch and saw I only had 15 min to get showered and dressed. "Shit!' I jumped out of the water and walked swiftly to the locker room. "Sam you still in here?" I didn't hear a thing when I grabbed my shower stuff and headed to the shower. She must have gone to lunch early, I thought. 

I stripped my bathing suit as the water I had turned on changed to hot. Once it did I lathered up my body and hair. Since lather was in my ear as I worked the soap into my hair I didn't hear someone enter the showers somewhere behind me. I rinsed my hair quickly trying to get all the soap out of it when I felt hands grip my arms and hold me close in strong arms. I tried to open my eyes but the soap sting made me keep them closed. Fingertips caressed my arms, as he said softly in my ear, "It's ok, it's just me."

I tensed immediately, but I didn't struggle for I knew he was strong. "What do you want Sylar?" I said between clenched teeth. I felt hot all over just by his touch, and when he spoke warm shivers raked me. 

"You're so soft, and so beautiful." He whispered. I then felt his lips slide down my ear to my neck, and kissed and gently bit me. The shock went through me like a lightning bolt. He chuckled as he heard my gasp. 

"Please don't." I pleaded softly as my control was slipping away. 

"Don't what?" He inquired gently, as his hot mouth left my neck to just barely touch my lips to tease me. 

"Don't hurt me." I wanted to kiss him so bad, but my mind screamed not too. I couldn't even see him. When I even tried to blink my eyes open, I'd only see blurry fuzzy shapes, and it stung like hell. 

"Why would I hurt you? I want you so bad, that I would do anything to have you in my arms." And with that his lips were on mine, silently demanding to open up to him. His finger ran over my soft nipple and it hardened instantly. 

I threw hell to the winds and opened my lips, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him, and I wanted him in every way. I felt safe in his arms, even though I've never seen his face. I even felt cherished and worshiped underneath his touch, and I've never felt this before with any other guys. Never.

He let my arms go once he sensed I wasn't going to struggle anymore and pulled me closer to his lean muscular body. I offered my mouth to him as my arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer. Just when things were really getting steamed up, he pulled away and said, "I don't want to hurt you." 

I rinsed my eyes out, and looked but he was gone again. "Son of a bitch!" Tears started to stream done my face in fury. After that I felt numb all over. I got out of the shower and dressed quickly. I only had 2 moments to run down the hall and get my lunch. I don't even know if I could get in line fast enough. 

Pizza was served for lunch that day; I didn't want to miss it. I threw open the door and ran. I got in line just as class let out. On any other day, I would have been proud of myself, but Sylar had changed that. At least I was sixth in line, that I wouldn't have to wait that long. 

When I got to my table it was still deserted. So I sat and started eating my pizza while I read one of my books, so I wouldn't have to think of him. Even though I'd have to set it down in a few minutes since my guy friends banded books from me if they were there. They set a rule a year back that I couldn't read while we were at lunch. They said that I was to quiet and everything. Idiots, but they were right; I needed to open up a bit.

Five minutes later, lost in the moment of the magic from the book, I was no longer alone at the table. In mid-sentence they yanked the book away from me. "Hey! I was reading that!" I yelled in protest.  

"No! Books are bad!" Matt yelled back, but only jokingly. He took my bookmark and put it where I had been reading and sat the book way from me. "Talk!" He mumbled around his pizza.

I rolled my eyes and started polishing off my own. 

"Hey what's that?" Shawn asked beside me, while gulping down his chocolate milk and pointing to a note that rested at my elbow. 

"I don't know." I said softly as I picked it up. On the front of it read my name. Hmmm . ... A note for me, I wonder who it could be? Another roll for the eyes as I felt my anger flare. 

I opened it and started to read it when Chris snatched it away from me. "No reading!" 

"Would you stop it? It's just a god damn note! Not a fucking book!" I yelled back, even though I barely let my anger get away from me. I was usually in control of myself, and my crew just stared at me hard from my outburst. "I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed lately." I apologized quickly as I snatched the note back. It read:

"Casey,  I'm sorry I can't tell you who I really          am, but I need to show you who I really am. Maybe next time, we'll actually talk. I'm sorry. I know you hate me right now, but you'll get over it. I got you a surprise. It's in your locker. I hope this works, truly I do.  Your dream man, Sylar"

When I finished reading it, I growled and crumpled it in my hand. "What?" Matt turned to me and asked. 

"Can you please come to my locker with me?" I asked tightly.

"What's wrong?" Matt looked worriedly at me. 

"Someone's been in my locker." I grumbled. He merely got up and we walked down c-hall. When we got to my locker, I told him my combination and he opened it for me. At first he didn't know what to expect, but definitely not this. 

He frowned at me as he reached in and a pulled out a boutique of full of blood red roses wrapped in black and red lace, with a book as well. I was shocked beyond belief; it totally caught me off guard. 

A smile spread across my face as I smelled the roses and took them in my arms, along with the book. A piece of paper fell, but I didn't notice. Matt picked it up, read it, and handed it to me. "Here, this goes with it."

I took it and he went back to lunch. I frowned at him, but then started to read the little note that came with this beautiful surprise. 

"Casey,  I'm truly sorry once again. I hope I make it up to you. I figured you'd love the roses and the romance novel. As I found, you love hard romance. And we will meet and talk again.  Love, Sylar

Again I wanted to grind my teeth together in frustration, but I smelled the roses instead. And of course it brought a smile to my face and I even felt a little better. I could even almost smell him in the dark red flowers. 

I looked at the book and saw it was called Dark Gold by Christine Feehan. It was a vampire romance. "Hmm . . . Not bad." I said to myself. 

I wanted to throw everything away, the roses, the book, my feelings, but I simply couldn't. It was so sweet, I couldn't.

"Damn him!" I cursed. I put it back in my locker, wishing I could hate him, but I couldn't. I kept trying to for the past week with no success. Hell, I think I like him more now, than ever! He's got balls, I got to give him that. And with that thought, I left the hall to return to lunch with a smile on my face. 

Later . . .

"What are you smiling about?" Adam asked me. It was Art Class, right after lunch, and I was still thinking of what Sylar had gotten for me. 

"Someone gave her roses." Morgan stated beside him. 

I blushed furiously and continued to paint, not saying anything. "Who?" Adam questioned. 

"She doesn't know, but I do know that it's that guy that gave her that hickey!" 

As Morgan said that, I brushed my fingertips against my throat where the hickey still lay. While I glared at her, my already pink cheeks turned into a red, and I tried to ignore her. 

"Ahhh . . . Casey. I know you're kind of like that, but like this?"  Adam questioned me more.

My cheeks glowed red and then I blasted, "Stop it both of you! So what I don't know who he is! Maybe I'm trying to figure that very thing out! Leave me alone!" At that I took my paints and painting out into the hallway and continued to paint. 

Adam and Morgan looked at each other in disbelief and wondered what was up with me. Morgan was only teasing. They knew I could be snappy but never like this.  



Hidden Love Ch. 03



Thursday

Sly turned to me and asked, "Do you know how do number 12?" 

I looked up and saw his bluish-green eyes twinkle at me and his smile flashing. He was the new guy here, along with his sister Marie. So they were still adjusting. 

"Huh?" I was distracted with Sylar again. He just couldn't stay out of my mind. 

"Number 12. Do you know how do it?" He asked again patiently. A strand of his dirty blonde hair hung in his eyes and he flicked it away with a gentle swing of his head. Yeah, he was attractive, in a nerd kind of a way. But he was good looking and muscular, but he always asked about math or science or something. 

"I actually didn't get that far yet." I admitted. 

"What number are you on?" 

"Four." I replied with a blush.

"Sheesh . . . What's on your mind?" He asked innocently.

"A guy named Sylar." I confessed. "Wait a minute. This isn't due 'til Monday. Why are you doing it now? We have an act 80 day tomorrow or something." I tried to change the subject.

"I'm planning something tomorrow; I want to get it done." He said simply and said no more about it. "So who's this Sylar?" 

"The guy that gave me this hickey, the guy that's nearly tearing my mind in two, the guy that's nearly breaking my heart!" I grumbled in my misery. 

"Ooch . . . and from what I'm hearing you don't even know what he looks like or anything." He commented.

I made a face and nodded in agreement. "Yep, that's it." I then wondered how to draw Sylar out. Out of the dark and into the light where I can see him and know who he is. Or something that could tell me anything or something about him. 

"Ochh. . ." He shook his head and turned away, but then he faced my way again, with his book and his homework. "This is how you do this problem . . ." He then showed me how. And for a moment, for just a second, I could hear Sylar in his voice.

Yeah right, Sylvester Peters as Sylar. That's a laugh. Or could it?

"Hey Sly? Is your middle name by any chance Sylar?" I asked just in case.

"No." He chuckled. "You thought about that to have you?"

And I wondered. I really wondered who the hell Sylar was. 

That Night . . .

I lay in bed that night, thinking about him. Who could he be? What was his next move? When was I going to talk to him again? I sighed and knew I wasn't going to get answers anytime soon, so I tried to sleep.

A half an hour later I awoke from a heavy doze. It was different tonight. I wasn't cold, it was nice and warm. I was in my normal pajamas, panties and a tank-top. Around this time of night I'd wake up and throw on a blanket, unless . . . 

I then registered the warm body next to me. I gasped trying to figure out what I should do. 

"Its alright . . . It's just me." The warm deep voice said, that only belonged to one man and one man alone. 

Sylar.

"What are you doing here!?!" I whispered furiously.

"Funny, I asked myself the very same thing. But the only answer that I could come up with is only one." He replied softly and calmly, and it irritated the hell out of me. 

"And what was that?" I demanded.

"To hold you in my arms as we sleep." And with that said, he drew me closer to his warmth, until my whole body was pressed up against his. 

My breath stopped, my heart pounded in my ears, and my mind went crazy. All these nights I fantasized this. I fantasized him coming to me and holding me, where I barely slept for I dreamed so much about it. God his arms felt so right around me, that I nearly caved.

"What about my parents?" I questioned.

"Sleeping." His voice was calm and soothing.

"My brother?" I was getting pissed, but his calmness was starting to rub off on me. All I wanted to do was curl into him and lay there with him forever.

"Sleeping." His warm breath ran over my neck, leaving goose bumps in its wake, tickling over my ear and my cheek. I grounded my teeth in frustration. "I'm sorry I put you in such grief, but you have to learn."

"Learn what?" I demanded. "Learn that I shouldn't have done what I did to those guys? That I shouldn't be such a tease or hard to get? I learned, I give!" Silence only answered me, only his steady breathing washing over me came. "I want you . . . what more do you want?" Just like the first time I said that, there was so much emotion in that statement that it terrified me. 

"You're everything I want in a man and more. It took me a good long time to figure that out, but I know now. If you want I'll beg. But the fact is, just by the encounter we had and other things you've been doing to me, I . . . I . . ." I didn't want to go on. I didn't want to get hurt. But I wanted more, so much more.

"I love you." I was breathless and I was so scared that my heart felt like it was clutched in a vise and my breath was pretty much gone.

That clearly startled him but he only drew me closer to him. "Soon babyluv, soon." He kissed my forehead and held me tight.

I turned around so that I faced him even though I couldn't see his face as usual, and wrapped my arms around his waist. I then started to cry, for it hurt already. Him rejecting me, it was my only nightmare. My dream man rejecting me. 

"Hey . . ." He soothed. "Just a little longer, that's all I ask for, and we'll be together." He wiped my tears away. "I just want you to learn who I am, instead of what other people see me as. This is who I am, not anybody else. I wanted you to know this person instead of the person who everybody thinks I am." He paused. "Understand?"

I nodded. In the darkened room I could only see his eyes. They were a bluish-green, like the sea after a storm. And they held all the tenderness and love in the world just for me. I smiled and he kissed me.

A comforting kiss and that's all I needed. But then he whispered, "I love you too Casey." My heart then leapt with joy. I fell asleep like that, with him in my arms and my heart soaring. I was in love with my dream man. 

Friday Morning

As I woke, I remembered what had happened last night, and that itself brought on a smile to my lips. I lay in my cocoon of warmth for a moment, thinking of last night, when my alarm went off.

I grunted and reached over to slam it off. I then registered he wasn't with me anymore. My arms went out, tangling in the sheets to find his big muscled body, but to no prevail. I sat up in my bed abruptly to search for him in the room but he wasn't there either. A disappointed sigh escaped my lips as I realized he wasn't there. 

"Damn you Sylar!" I had ended up saying that a lot lately.

I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the grogginess that lingered there and when I opened them again, I saw in the corner of my eye a piece of paper. 

Another damn note, I sighed again and picked it up, and started to read this one. 

"Casey,

I'm sorry I've been torturing you so, I just wanted you to know the real me, not the person that other people see me as, I can't stress that enough. Meet me tonight in the house 421 Dream Rd. Tonight we dine at 7:30

w/ love, Sylar

Oh my god! A date! A real date!!! I really get to see him! I . . . I . . . I love this man! I couldn't believe it. From the way he treated me and provoked me, I fell madly and deeply in love with him. Unbelievable. 

I then started to panic, What the hell was I going to wear!?!

Later That Day . . .

"What am I going to do? What am I going to wear?" I was really starting to freak. It was already 6:20 and it was a 15 minute walk from here. Shit, shit, and double shit!!! I growled.

I tried to think of what I was going to wear all morning, but the more I thought about it the less sure I was. So I decided to call in some help.

"Calm down!" Christina said among the pile of clothes that I had ripped out of my drawers earlier along with Marie. They adopted Marie in there group sometime this week and I realized she really was a good friend.

"Should I wear something sleek and sexy or something nice and pretty or . . . or . . . what?" I was about to burst into tears. I've been pacing my bedroom floor so much that day I was surprised that I haven't made a ditch yet. 

"Well from what I get in the note, it's not friendly, so don't wear something that you would like go to church in and definitely no jeans! But don't wear something to fancy either." She paused for a minute to think.

"Can I see the note?" Marie asked quietly. Christina handed it over without a word. Marie looked it over in silence. "Hey my father . . ."

Christina cut her off with, "I know!" 

"What?" Marie and I asked at the same time.

"Something flirty, not terribly sexy you know? You don't want to be a total tease with him, do ya?" She laughed and had a knowing smile on her face. She picked something up from the bed, dropped it, and then searched the pile. Once she found what she wanted she made a gratifying sound.

"Maybe this." She said quietly and held it up to me. She then handed it to me so she can search among the piles of clothes for something else. What she handed me was a black skirt with blue roses on it. It rested right above the knee with a little slit on the side to show off some leg. 

"Where did I see it?" Christina mumbled to herself, while throwing some clothes here and there behind her. "Ah-huh!!!" She must have found what she was looking for. She pulled out a v-neck halter out of the pile and I saw that the roses on my skirt matched the large one on the halter. They were almost the same hue. The halter had a slightly darker blue and white rose on the left breast. She held it up to me and smiled in satisfaction. 

"Go try it on." Marie urged me once she saw what it was. 

I bit my lip, hesitated, and then went when Christina started to shew me into the bathroom. "Wait! What about underwear?" 

Christina's smile turned only into a grin. "Thinking ahead aren't we?" 

"No . . . I just . . . umm thought . . ." I stammered in embarrassment. 

"Just in case." She finished for me. She grinned, probably reading my thoughts. 

I sighed. "Yes."

She chuckled lightly and then rummaged through my drawers again. A minute later she came back giving me a light blue lacy panty shorts and a strapless bra. I, of course had bought it at Victoria's secret a while back and never worn it yet.

"Christina!" I scorned.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"Get me the sky blue panties and I'll keep the bra." 

She sighed and took the scanty panties away and brought me the ones that I requested. "Thank you." I then slipped into the bathroom. A few moments later I stepped out to get their inspection on it. I looked in the full length mirror and saw it looked really good on me. It was perfect!!! My clothes were flirty and pretty, not the teasing temptress. 

"Yeah!!!" Christina cheered. "That's what I'm talking about!!!"

"Lookin' good!" Marie applauded. 

"What about shoes?" Christina quickly asked. I smiled and pointed over towards my closet door and there sat on the floor black high heels with rhinestones in them so they sparkled. "Nice." She approved and rummaged through my jewelry box. She pulled out my glittering dangling earrings, which would match my shoes, and handed them to me. 

I put them were they belonged in my ears, then I put my shoes on, and then I started to fuss with my hair. I took the long braids out that I put in this morning, and my hair tumbled into a wavy mass around me. 

"Now it's my turn of expertise." Marie said softly behind me, and pulled out a pointy comb and went to work. In the end my hair turned out great! It was simple, with curls, but very pretty. 

I was almost ready. I put on my make-up and after I was done, a beautiful face peered out at me in the mirror, that it startled me. 

"We're finished sugar. Look how pretty you look! You go girl!" She smiled in great approval. "I don't know what this man has done, but I think you all but fell in love with him!" 

I glowed pink and they started to get ready to leave. "Tomorrow, you call us and tell us what happened right?" Christina looked at me. 

"Yes, of course!" I turned to her and hugged her and Marie. "Thank you so much for helping me out you guys! I really appreciate it. I guess I'll talk to you guys tomorrow." I was so moved for them helping me that I was about to cry. 

"Now don't cry!" Christina warned. "You'll mess up that pretty face." She smiled and I did too. "Alright girl, I'll see you tomorrow." Christina then led Marie out the door and into her car. The door closed softly and I darted a glance at the kitchen's clock and saw it was 7:05. A few more minutes and I should be leaving as well.

My fingers drummed on the counter from impatience as I waited to be off. But the damn clock was going to damn slow. I sighed and walked back into my room, sat down on my bed and waited. I put some of my clothes away so my bed wouldn't be all piled up with it. I sat back down and waited again. Something was underneath my hand, I looked and saw that I forgot the scanty lingerie panties. A naughty grin spread across my lips and before I lost courage, I slipped the other panties off, and donned on the skimpy blue ones. It was then time to go. 

I walked out the door and started walking to the house. A few minutes later I came to it. The house was an old Victorian, beautifully restored. I climbed the steps while my heart pumped in my chest faster and faster. When I walked across the porch my high heels clicked and made myself known. I was uncertain suddenly, but I shook it off and knocked lightly on the door.

The door opened and I peered inside to see Sylar but there was nobody there. I blew out the breath that I was unconsciously holding and frowned. I stepped in, "Hello? Sylar?" No answer. "Hello?"

I stepped in farther to see and to my right was the dining room. The table was set and candles were lit. In the middle of the table sat blood red roses. I gasped at the beautiful sight and wondered where he could be. Farther in I went to look at the romantic scene unfolding. It nearly stole my breath away. Sylar went through all this trouble to do this for me, it was so sweet. 

Now I stood at the table gazing down on the sparkling silverware and the juicy strawberries that sat near at hand. I smiled and thought, We're going to have some fun, but I then put my mind back in check, for I knew I was supposed to behave. I grinned despite myself and picked up a strawberry, dipped it in some whip cream that lay not far behind. 

Wrapping my lips around the berry, I took a bite. It's sweet juices flooded my mouth and I found them absolutely delicious. Some juices and whip cream hid in the crook of my mouth and I peeked my tongue out to catch them. 

Suddenly, I felt him directly behind me. I gasped for I was a little shaken of his sudden presence. I started to turn, but then he spoke, "Don't." So I stopped and faced the table again. He then wrapped a blindfold around my eyes so that I couldn't see. I was a little disappointed, but hey, I at least get to talk to him and stuff. 

Sylar took my wrist in his hand and guided the rest of the whipped cream strawberry to his mouth. He ate what was left and plucked the stem out of my hand and it disappeared. His hands laid on my waist as he lowered his mouth down on to my neck, and kissed me lightly to make me tremble in his grasp. He then turned me around to face him. His rough hands took hold my soft ones and laid them on his face. 

I then figured, he wasn't going to let me see him with my eyes but with my hands. Interesting. I then moved my hands gently over his face, feeling his stubborn jaw and his soft mouth. His nose was straight and his brows weren't too thick like some other men's, and I thought, He's handsome to me, but can't wait until I really see him. 

He stilled my hands by placing his own on mine and slid them slowly to his mouth. He kissed each fingertip and then both my palms. "You look beautiful tonight." He said softly and made me smile. He placed his mouth to mine and kissed me lightly. His tongue raced across my lips and I opened my mouth eagerly for him. But before it got to intense, he stepped back.

Sylar then placed me in a chair at the table and said gruffly, "I'll be right back, I have to get the food." And left the room, and I waited patiently for him. 

A moment later he came back with something that smelled absolutely delicious, but I didn't recognize it at all. So I asked, "What is it?" 

He chuckled and replied, "Trust me, you'll like it." His chair squeaked as he sat down in it. His hand touched mine softly and put my hand on his and I knew he was going to feed me. He raised his hand to my lips and I took a bite cautiously. It was kind of crunchy, spicy, but really good. I still didn't know what it was though. "Mmm . . . that is good!" I whispered and took another bite. 

"I told you so." He chuckled and fed me some more. I found the delicious food, placed his hand on mine so he could guide me to his mouth. I found it with a grin and he opened his mouth to take it in. But before I could take my hand away he caught my fingertip in his teeth and warmth splashed inside me. He then let go with a chuckle, satisfied with my reaction. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked me.

"Yes please." I answered and realized that my mouth had gone dry. I heard him pour something in two glasses and wondered what it was, just like the food. He wrapped my fingers around the glass and raised it to my lips. I took a swallow and found it was cool red wine. "If you're trying to get me drunk, it won't work." I said in warned and amused tone.

"Why would I want to do that when I like my women to know what they are doing when I have my way with them?" He replied in a careless and amused tone as well. 

"Hmm . . . I don't know then." I replied and smiled. I then took another sip of my wine. I at least knew that he wasn't to drug me or anything. 

He chuckled and I felt something press against my lips again. It was a strawberry covered with whip cream. I took a bite, loving the taste, and licked my lips seductively, and took another bite, this time sucking on his fingers at the end of it. I heard him gasp and I withdrew from his finger. I couldn't help but smile. 

"Tisk, tisk, tisk . . ." he was warning me, about what I wondered. We then finished eating. I then heard him push his chair back and take the plates away. He came back a few times to take some other things off the table but I wasn't sure why he was doing this. 

A few moments later he came back in and sat down, we then sat in silence. It grew uncomfortable for me and I wondered what he was up to. "Sylar?" I asked tentatively. 

Suddenly I was scooped up from my chair and into his lap. "Well hello . . ." I said cautiously and giggled. 

"It's okay, I just want to hold you right now." He said softly. I nodded in understanding and lay my head against his shoulder. I squirmed a little to get more comfortable and knew my skirt rode higher on my thighs, but ignored it. His arms wrapped around me tight and I started to relax against him. I cherished his arms around me. They were warm, comforting and relaxed. God, I love this man, I thought to myself. 

A moment later he tipped my head back and kissed me. At first it was light and sweet, but then started to turn hotter and intense and I didn't care. This is what I wanted, god, I wanted it so bad. My whole body was on fire, desire burning through my veins with such force that it scared me but only turned me on the more. During this I think he sat me on the table, but I wasn't sure, I was that into the kiss and his touch.

He grunted, pushed away and left me. I felt the table under me and my cheeks flushed hot and I knew I was blushing furiously. Before I could even think what I was doing and stop it, he came back to me. His lean hard body pressed against mine as he kissed me once again with a hunger that startled me but only matched my own. 




Hidden Love Ch. 03



His hands spread my legs so he could step closer to me and I felt him; his warmth, his power, his strength, and his heavy arousal pressing up against his pants to my already wet panties. Even his masculine scent washed over me, just like the emotions that were ripping through me now; love, lust, and urgency, all coursing through my veins. 

I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me hungrily, as if he couldn't get enough of me. It wasn't anything like any of the other experiences with other guys. This was entirely different and I couldn't get enough. I wanted more, so much more!

He was kissing down my jaw while his hand untied my halter at my neck. It dropped and revealed the sexy bra that contained my breasts. He kissed me again, cupping my face with both hands so he could consume me. His hands pushed upwards on the blindfold, until itself slipped off. He then was toying with the clasps on my bra, until it also came off. 

I tore my lips away from his, my eyelids tightly closed, so I could gasp out, "The blindfold." 

"Forget it!" He grounded out. His voice was husky and so terribly sexy. "I wanted you to see me in the moonlight." He said then took my mouth again. His hands cautiously touched my breasts, when I laid my hands on his so he could fully touch me. His hands then gently caressed my breasts, teasing my nipples and rolling them in between his index finger and thumb, until they stood hard and erect, and I was whimpering with need.

His lips kissed down my jaw to my neck and playfully bit me. I, of course, gasp and shiver in his arms, loving the sensation. His head moved lower so his mouth could catch a nipple. I gasped as I felt his hot wet mouth fully on me, and I clutched him closer. 

My hands found the buttons on his shirt and tried to open it, but I was fumbling and it was so terribly frustrating that I was growling. He then half grunted and laughed and just tore off his shirt. Buttons snapped and went flying, but he didn't seem to care. My hands ran greedily up his chest, loving the feel of his muscles move underneath, then I gripped his shoulders so I could pull him down to me.

I now lay on the table as he kisses me and fondles my breast with one hand. His other hand rose higher and higher on my thigh, pushing my skirt up until it bunched at my hips. Fingertips slowly tugged down my panties until they were off and on the ground. 

Before I even knew it, he pushed two fingers into my damp heat. I gasped as the pleasure filled as he finger fucks me. I was nearly out of my mind, when his mouth reached my dripping opening. His fingers were replaced by his hot mouth, his tongue swirling inside me, licking and teasing my sensitive lips. His teeth raked my clit and then nibbled on it and all I could do was gasp and scream with pleasure. He worked his magic on me and I rose higher and higher on the cloud of pleasure. The sweet unbearable tension twisted deep inside me and exploded throughout my trembling body. He held me there, tightly against him until I could breathe again. And when I could, his mouth closed over mine. I could even taste myself on his lips. 

The moonlight shone through the windows and fell across our bodies. I could see the contours of muscles on his back and another wave of heat cascaded through me. His bluish-green eyes were darker than usual from passion as he looked at me. They were filled with desire and hunger that I would never fathom. 

"Sylar!" I whispered his name against his shoulder and bit him softly. He shuddered in response and groaned. My hands fumbled at his belt and pants, but I got them undone. I reached inside and gently touched him. 

He tensed instantly as I began to stroke him. He growled and leaned more into me as if seeking for my heat. He slowly took my hand as if regretting to, and but came closer to me. I pushed him back and he looked at me with a question in his eyes. I grinned and took his member in hand again. He groaned in protest but didn't stop me. He was so big, that I didn't want to take my hands of him. He was about 7 to 8 inches long, and thick.

His eyes closed with pleasure as I stroked him from root to tip. I leaned down and took him in my mouth, he gasped and shuddered from me doing this, and I didn't want to stop. I swirled my tongue around his head and he groaned out loud. I sucked him all the way down again, but this time zigzagging him with my teeth, he trembled and clutched at my hair. I did this a few more times, but finally he pulled me off of him with a ragged groan. 

I looked up at his shadowed face with concern when he said, "I'm going to cum if you don't stop." I grinned and was about to suck him back in my wet mouth when he gripped my hair and I couldn't reach him. "Tonight's your night. I want to pleasure you." He said softly to me and pulled me up. 

His mouth smashed down on mine and kissed me hard, and I only kissed him back. His hand played with my breast making my nipple hard once again. He leaned back into me and I felt his erection against my thigh. I was afraid of his size but I knew I could adjust. 

"Love me, if you love me." I said softly in his ear and kissed him once again. He shuddered and thrust hard into me and I screamed out from the pain. Damn it did it hurt. I didn't know it was going to be like this. I grounded my teeth together as I started to adjust to him. My nails digging in his back just from the pain.

His head came up from my shoulder and he stared at me hard. "Jesus Casey! I didn't know! Are you okay? I thought you were . . .?" He demanded and I knew he was only concerned. 

"No longer a virgin . . . I know. A lot of people thought that." I grunted. My nails dug harder as he throbbed inside me and it only brought delicious searing pain. And I wondered if he even felt them.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, still not moving but still inside and throbbing. 

"Maybe because it never came into the conversation." I gingerly. The pain still throbbed and I could barely stand it, that I started to squirm. 

"Casey . . ." he said tenderly and started to move slowly in my tight passage, "I'll make it good for you. I promise." The pain receded as he rocked inside me slowly and the sweet tension started to build up again as he nibbled on my ear. 

Once the pain had gone the pleasure started to fill me, making me rise in the land of bliss. Sylar slowly thrust harder, faster, and deeper inside of me, which made me moan and cry out all the more. The more harder and faster he drove inside me, I responded more to than just slow, I noticed. 

Sweat broke out on his skin as he tried to contain his control, but as I dug my nails into his back harder than I intended, it broke. He couldn't take it any longer. He thrust harder and deeper inside me like an animal and I clung to him, meeting his thrusts with one of my own. 

Faster, harder and deeper he pumped into me and I could only scream out his name over and over again. I climaxed over and over again, having multiple orgasms that I never had before. One last time he thrust inside me and shuddered as I arched my back one last time and we climaxed together, him groaning out my name and I screaming his. 

We lay in a heap of tangled limps on the dining room table as we caught our breaths. Once we did I whispered, "I love you." 

Sylar kissed me hard and possessively and said against my lips, "I love you too Casey." I sighed in relief and let him hold me, for I clung to him.

A few moments later he stood, grabbed our dropped clothes, gave them to me, picked me up in his arms and carried me up the stairs and apparently into his room. He didn't even break a sweat doing it that it amazed me. He laid me down on the bed, tossed the clothes out of my arms and joined me on the bed. Holding my leg up, he took off one high heel and then the other, kissing up one leg and the next. 

With my skirt still on, he started to get rid of that too, kissing the skin that was revealed to him. He pushed me down on the bed and wiggled the skirt off the rest of the way. He kissed up my legs again, up my almost flat stomach, kissing my breasts and pulling on my nipples just to get me to tremble and gasp again, and then up my neck where he bit lightly and then kissed my jaw, to my lips that were begging to be kissed. He broke the kiss, asking, "Stay with me?" 

He now lay on top of me, and I was trapped in between him and the bed, and I knew I couldn't think of a better place to be. His bluish-green eyes twinkled at me, and I smiled and said, "Always!" I wrapped my arms around him and he held me tight. "I love you!" I told him again, as my fingers played through his light dark hair. 

"I love you too." He whispered as he slowly moved inside me again, which drew a soft moan from me. He then began to make love to me again, and I knew I loved this man, and I loved him back.



Hidden Love Ch. 04



~~~Saturday Morning~~~

My eyes fluttered opened as I woke up from such a restful sleep, and I saw a wall. I turned on my side so I could finally see Sylar, a smile plastered on my lips, but I saw I was in my room. Confusion splashed into my brain, making me start to wonder if I just dreamed it all up, just like all the rest of the dreams.

Suddenly my phone on the bedside table shrilled into life just then, startling me out of my wits. I rolled my eyes and grabbed at it groggily. "Hello?" I asked into the white holding piece, impatiently, wanting to go back 2 sleep and dream of Sylar once more.

"So how did it go last night?" Christina's light cheery voice answered and it just made me wonder if I just fell asleep after they left last night. 

"Umm . . ." I started dumbly, as I sat up in bed and barely noted the twinge of pain in between my legs. 

"What? Did something go wrong? What happened! Tell me!!!" She demanded urgently. 

I took a deep breath, that seemed to last forever, and took the plunge. "I don't know if I fell asleep after you guys left or not. Cause I think I was dreaming the whole thing up. . ." And of course while I said this, all I could think of is Sylar's kisses, and his wet tongue touching my lips. Ugh! I got to stop thinking.

"Oh sugar . . ." she giggled wildly. "You left alright . . . I saw you walk in that house. Marie and I stayed behind to make sure you did. And you did, honey." My eyes widened in surprise, it did all happen!!! So you going to tell me what happened or what? Sounds like it got intense." With that said, I blushed pink. She didn't know the truth about it. I knew she was just joking, won't she be surprised. I giggled. "what? Tell me!" She demanded once more.

And I did and silence met me when I was finished. "Huh . . . I never expected that."

"Me neither."

"What are you going to do now?" she asked.

"I don't know. I know I'm going to try to figure out who he is, so I can love him totally and completely." 

"Good luck honey. You're going to need it." I sat there for a moment thinking, when Christina chirped in my ear, "Maybe we can trick him or trap him!" And of course my thoughts were leading to that very thing.

~~~That Night~~~

"So how are we going to trick him?" Marie asked tentatively.

Christina only grinned. "First we need to know what he's like." She then turned to me, "Tell us every thing! What he's like, what you know of him and so forth!" 

I blinked a few times from her bluntness, but started to think. I didn't even know how to begin. I looked around Marie's room for any clues that might stand out in my mind, but none came. I looked down at myself, in my pj's , which were a tank and sweat pants, and really thought about him.

"Okay . . . why don't we just start from the beginning? Just tell us, what happened! Like, when it first began . . . and everything!" She turned to Marie slightly and said, "I'm just dying to know what happened in the school's pool!" They both giggled at that, I only glared at them and smiled sheepishly. 

"Well . . . umm . . ." I started, "It's a long story." I giggled and told them everything, and I mean everything. When I finished they were holding each other's hands and stared at me in awe. "So he's sweet, considerable, stubborn . . . and he loves me." I giggled once more.

Christina blinked, sighed and finally said, "Wow, you really have fallen head over heels in love with him. Well, we got a lot of work to do!"

"Okay . . . well, let's work with his description." Marie reached behind her and grabbed her notebook underneath her cotton violet bed. She wrote something down on random sheet of paper as she asked, "What's his hair and eye color? Lean, muscular, short, tall, what?"

"Umm . . . light dark hair . . ." I giggled foolishly. "Bluish-green eyes, tall, lean and muscular, but not that muscular. Not like body-builder." I answered and she wrote some more notes down.

"But yet he could lift you and carry you up the stairs? Yeah . . . okay." Christina didn't believe me.

"What?" I asked innocently. 

"How much do you weigh?"

"A hundred and thirty-six pounds. Are you trying to say, I'm fat?" My eyes were wide with disbelief and teasing. I was about to throw a tan and light purple pillow at her when someone at the door knocked. 

"Come in!" Marie giggled out.

Sly opened the door the rest of the way and strode in. "so who's fat?" he asked with his brow quirking up. 

I rolled my eyes and glared evilly at Christina. "Nobody." I answered.

"Hey! Could you help us out?" Marie asked him quietly.

"Sure. What's up baby Marie?" He asked with a smile and plopped down between Marie and me.

"Well Casey has been having guy troubles and well . . . is trying to figure out who this guy is. But we can't figure out his identity. Help?" 

"So this is the Sylar problem?" He looked up at me, then down at the notes Marie wrote. "Light-dark hair? What does that mean?" He glanced around at us.

I answered, "Well, everytime I see him, he's in shadow, so . . . I don't really know." I looked down, embarrassed.

He sighed. "Hmm. . . what about this muscular stuff?" He looked up at me again, a question and a dare in his eyes. 

Wait a minute! A dare?

"Well, he was able to carry her up the stairs without breaking a sweat! So he has to be pretty damn muscular!" Christina said to him, while my eyes shot ice darts at her.

"So this is where the fatness came in?" He chuckled to himself. "Well, feel how strong I am." He flexed his arm and we all felt his bicep. All of us, of course, could tell he was strong. But how strong was the question. 

"This doesn't mean you can carry casey up the stairs and down!" Christina pointed out to him.

"You want to bet?" He challenged. 

"Without breaking a sweat! You're on!" Her eyes gleamed with malious glee.

"Whoa! Wait a minute! Why does it have to be me?" I shouted t defuse their plan, as Sly stood ready.

"Because it was you with Sylar, remember?" Christina laughed.

"Ugh!" With that, Sly helped me up from the bedroom floor.

"ready?" he asked sweetly.

"Ready when you are." My sentence rose to a sqeak as he picked me up. I glared at Christina and Marie over Sly's shoulder and I saw they were grinning from ear to ear. Sly then carried me down his house's stairs and carried me right back up again. I was amazed he was like Sylar, he didn't break a sweat. He dropped me on my feet in front of my jaw-opened friends. Now it was I who was grinning. 

I shrugged off a chill and realized that Sly had made me comfortable and relaxed in his arms. I never felt that before expect for Sylar. I then looked back at Sly and wondered.

"Girls!" Sly's and Marie's mom peeked her head out of the kitchen door yelled. "The pizzas are here!"

"Oh!" Christina and Marie both exclaimed and ran downstairs.

I waited up for Sly and asked, "So . . . were you born muscular or did you have to build it?" I was curious, and flirty. I couldn't help but smile.

He chuckled and answered, "It's on my father's side of the family. They're all tall and muscular. I really don't have to build it, because it's already there. But I do sometimes go to the gym to tone it." He explained as he walked down the stairs with me. 

"Huh . . . so what is your heritage?" I asked, my curiosity overwhelming. I always wondered, since his skin was a tan color at the beginning of Spring. I wasn't even thinking about Sylar anymore, I was to interested in Sly at the moment.

He merely chuckled again while we reached the ground floor. "Italian. But my real mother was Latina." He brushed his hair with his fingers with a sweep of his hand, and I saw the roots to his hair were nearly black.

"Real mother?"

"Yeah, my mother died when I was six years old and my dad got remarried when I was thirteen to Linda, which had Marie already." We just then sat down at the kitchen table and were reaching for a slice of pizza. 

"So, you and Marie are step . . ." I started.

But Marie finished it for me. "Yep! We at first didn't get along. But then one day at school, I was being bullied and actually got hurt. So Sly here," She looked at him with sisterly love in her eyes. "Once I told him, took care of it for me. We've been tight ever since."

"Huh . . ." Was all I could say while I thought it over. It was such a touching story about their past.

Then Sly put in with a wicked grin, his blue-green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Marie's not even a year younger than me!"

"And yet, you still call me 'Baby Marie'!" She said, clearly annoyed. He merely shrugged with his grin and ate his pizza. 

My mind then slowly started to think about Sylar again. It couldn't come up with a way to trick him or anything still. Even with Christina's and Marie's help. I sighed as I continued to eat my pizza. A put in my two cents when the conversation turned my way, but otherwise I was thinking how to trick him into submission.

Later on, we had situated ourselves in the living room. So we could watch a movie, when we were supposed to be figuring a way to trap Sylar. The movie was Queen of the Damned. And it only made me think of him! With all of his biting and . . . Ugh!!! I had to stop thinking!' Instead of thinking of him, I was going to try to watch the damn movie! But in the end I had fallen asleep.

In a doze, I felt like I was moving. I was warm and comfortable; that I looked up to my waker's face. I only saw shadow, except his eyes. They were familiar to me and I smiled, for they were a blue-green. A color I was beginning to love. "Oh Sylar!" I whispered and wrapped my arms about his neck. I breathed in his scent, his smell of Old Spice and roses. Moaning a little I snuggled closer to his warm hard chest.

"Casey . . ." He started, but I silenced him with a soft kiss. He didn't move for a second, but then he groaned and pulled me closer and kissed me back. His tongue tangled with mine, tasting my sweetness.

Moaning, I felt him move again. And saw he took me into a bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and gently eased onto the bed with me. He kissed down my jaw, lightly nibbling on my neck, enough to make me moan and squirm. While his hand rose to cup my breast.

Frustrated, he slipped his hand up under my tank top and squeezed my nipple. I gasped and then felt his hot wet mouth on the other nipple. I then realized he pushed my tank top over my breasts. I moaned softly and pushed his head hard to me.

His other hand trailed down my waist then, to my hip, to slowly push down my pajama pants, while I pulled off his shirt. He hissed as he found I wasn't wearing any panties. His head came back up to kiss me again, and to growl against my lips, "Naughty girl." His hand then cupped my hot wet core and all I could do was clutch at him and moan in his ear. 

A long slender finger slipped inside and I quivered in anticipation. Sliding in and out of me, it slowly dove me insane. Building my orgasm, until it was almost at it's peak. Gasping and moaning, he slipped another finger inside, teasing me from the inside out. Making me arch my back and moan out my pleasure. "Oh god . . . please . . . please Sylar . . . uhhh . . ." I managed to mumble words in moans. 

"Umm . . . say it. Tell me that you want it." He groaned and stopped his fingers all together.

I was panting, I couldn't get my words past my lips. He kissed me hard, pressing his fingers against the walls of my tight wet passage and growled out, "Say it!"

Moaning, I stuttered out, "Please take me higher . . ." I paused to lick my lips, wanting to say it. "Make me cum." 

Groaning he piston his fingers in and out of me, making me pant, moan and cry out. Suddenly my release came crashing upon me as his teeth sunk in between my neck and shoulder. My heart drummed in my chest, I could hear the blood pounding in my ears, everything tingle in pleasure. Screaming my pleasure, he covered my mouth with his own, swallowing my cries of passion. 

As I quieted he lay next to me. I clutched at him, locking my lips to his skin. I bit down hard, licking away the salty sweat, and sucking the delicious skin in my mouth. Swiftly, I straddled him, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, and freeing his hard manhood. Lowering myself onto him, he let out a low growl. 

"I love you . . ." I whispered against his ear and laid against his chest, unable to move for I was so comfortable. So content.

"I love you too Casey . . ." He whispered back with a groan. Smiling, I fell into a deep sleep.

~~~Sunday Morning~~~

With the sun's bright light shining through the window, I woke. I found myself in Marie's room, on her floor, in my sleeping bag. My head was still fuzzy with sleep, but I could have swore that I had slept with Sylar last night. I shook my head in disbelief and presumed it to be another dream. "Ugh!" I sat up and looked around for my two friends. "Christina? Marie?" I called out groggily.

"Yes?" Christina came right in, wearing her day clothes already. She always was a morning person where I was a night person. 

"When did you wake up?" I asked curiously. 

"A few moments ago with Marie." She then went over to Marie's vanity and looked at the labels and her makeup and stuff. "Marie's in the shower." She said off handedly, picking up eyeliner and starting to put it on.

"Oh . . ." I mumbled meekly, looking out the window and wondering what time it was. 

"Good morning Ladies! It's 10:44! Time to get moving!" Sly's voice booming in the hallway as he passed the door. "Why don't you come down and join us for breakfast?" He chuckled and went downstairs.

"Ugh!" I rolled my eyes and plopped back down on my sleeping bag. My hair billowed out softly, covering the pillow in a wavy brown mass around my head.

"What?" Christina turned and asked me.

"Me! Sylar! Everything!" I mumbled with my eyes closed.

Christina giggled, came over and sat next to me. She sighed, "Trust me Casey. Somehow, things will work out. One day, you'll figure out who he is, even if I have to beat it out of him. Okay?" She ended with a smile, amusement glinting heavily in her eyes. 

"Okay . . ." I responded, even though inside I still felt miserable. I sat back up, ready to change when Christina stopped me. 

"What's that?" She asked, moving my shirt away to look closer at my shoulder. 

"Huh?" I looked but it was to close to me to see. 

Digging in her purse, she found her compact and gave it to me. I looked into the tiny mirror, and to my dismay it was a bite mark. Slight hickey, slight bruise.

"Casey? Are you okay? You've gone pale!" Concerned she felt my forehead. "Sly! Marie?"

"I'm okay . . ." I said numbly. If Sylar can get me at my house and my friend's house, then I was in big trouble. He would be able to get me anywhere. "Did you hear anything unusual last night or seen anything?"

"No . . . not at all." She frowned. "He was here last night, wasn't he?"It was more a statement than question. 

"Yeah . . ." I swallowed down a lump in my throat.

"What? What's wrong!?!" Sly came flying in the room, his voice concerned and lethal. I didn't even hear him come up the stairs, he startled me. 

"Casey's sick." She lied easily.

He strode over, crouched down in front of me, and felt my head with his warm large hand. "A little warm." He mumbled, and pressed his fingertips against my wrist, finding my pulse instantly. He watched his watch as he felt it. After a moment passed, he looked up and mumbled, "Kind of fast . . ." He then looked into my brown eyes with his bluish-green ones and asked, "What's wrong?" with worry laced in his voice.

Taking a deep breath, I said, "I had a dream. It was just a scary nasty dream . . ." I shuddered, remembering his touch from last night. 

"You sure?" He asked quietly and I nodded. "Okay, well . . . just relax. Okay?" I nodded again. He stood, somewhat satisfied and left us. 

Looking at her, I questioned softly, "Why'd you lie?"

"I'm not sure . . . I was wondering if he was here or not. What if he's watching us right now?" Christina asked, clearly paranoid. She even looked around the room, expecting a pair of eyes watching her. 

"Who's here?" Marie said while walking in, while towel drying her dark short hair. She was already dressed in a simple light purple shirt with Capri's. 

"We'll tell you later . . ." Christina informed, her hand squeezing mine in reassurance.



Hidden Love Ch. 05



~~~Monday~~~

"What do you mean he was in my house?!?" Marie demanded. Nobody noticed her shrill voice in the cafeteria, waiting for class to start. In fact the cafeteria was in itself a dull roar with young students. Certain seniors in different classes were always stuck with the younger student body. Like them.

"He was in your house Saturday night." I said simply, not sure why he was. I just knew he was. The dream I thought I had, seemed to turn to reality. I felt so ashamed of myself and I didn't know what to do about it. 

"Whoa! Whoa! WHAO! This has got to stop!" She started and I knew she was pissed and I didn't blame her. I could see it in her hazel eyes; they looked like brown coals of fire. But that still didn't ease my own mind or how I felt about it. "As much as he won your heart and all, think about it!" She paused to let it sink in. But I could tell that both Christina and I drew a blank. "He's a criminal!" Marie exclaimed.

Christina's and I's brows rose in disbelief at this. Then Christina piped in thankfully, for this was making my head whirl, and almost sickly. "Wait a minute! He can't be! He's in high school! The school just doesn't let people just walk in here right of the streets!"

"Well fine! He's turning into quite the criminal!" She came up with right back. She then paused to make her point. "He broke in the school's pool! He harassed and sexually assaulted you! Breaking and entering and Trespassing!" Another pause to catch her breath, "Why do you think he wants you to know the real him before he even lets you see him?"

It all did make sense, and all it did was making me feel devastated and ashamed. Closing my eyes in mortification, I let my head sink into my arms and onto the table. Slowly the tears started to trickle down my red cheeks, even if I fought them, and drop down on the table. Making dime sized wet spots below me. The truth sank in deep and it felt like my heart was breaking into millions and millions of sharp glass pieces and were cutting where it should have been. 

"Marie! Stop it!" She scolded, seeing what her words did to me. 

"I'm sorry, but she needed to hear it. It may have been all fun and games at first, but reality bites. Nothing ever usually lasts." She said softly with a grim face, but I paid no heed. I heard her chair squawk in protest as she stood and left the table. It still didn't stop my tears though. 

~~~Later That Day~~~

Concentrating on anything, I simply couldn't do. My body and mind were in too much pain. My stomach was in knots, I wasn't hungry when I should have eaten. My body felt so numb to everything, I even had to force myself to move to the next class. All I could do was think of him. Sylar, the bastard that I loved.

Sighing, I kept on thinking about him. I shook my head to scatter my thoughts and saw Sly. I was in English Class and then thought of Sylar again. His light dark hair, his warm muscled body, his kindness and charm, his beautiful blue green eyes.

Sly then turned, saw me looking past him and into empty space and waved in front of my vision. I smiled meekly and waved lightly back. His bluish green eyes twinkled at me and something snapped inside me. 

Sly has those eyes, he has the strength, and he has that kindness. I then thought that Sly was Sylar. Even then name was kind of similar. I did think of it before. But went past my mind, because Sly was so shy and kind of dorky, but somehow he usually gets what he wants. Sylar doesn't want me to know who he is yet, because he said, 'Want you to know the real me first and not what everyone else thinks of him.' Nobody really likes Sly, thinks he's a dork. So they automatically put him in the loser crowd. Sylar doesn't want me to know that he's a loser! I grinned despite myself and yet what Marie said earlier, didn't fit in yet. 

Wait! Sly said he always had friends in low places. Like the janitors! I saw him talking to them before, even helping them on a few occasions. He could have gotten their keys or their permission to do his bidding!

But then this thought filtered in my mind, Now, how the hell did he get into my bedroom so easily that night? Oh duh! I could have hit myself in the head with that question! Even I know that!

Climb the tree beside the house and right into my bedroom! I've done that myself plenty of times! I chuckled inside, proud of my deduction. But what about when he carried me back from our romantic date? Hmmm . . . Oh! I told my parents I was sleeping over Christina's that night and they knew I was coming home early in the morning and they left the door open for me, when they went to work! But wait!?! My brother! Either he was sleeping or at a friend's house!

And for last night, Sly easily carried me up those stairs to prove Christina and Marie wrong. And when I fell asleep, he carried me up again to put me in bed with my friends, but I changed that by waking up. I made this whole thing a complete mess! Sylar didn't break into Marie's house! It was his house too! Oh damn! I'm good!

A Cheshire cat like grin slipped over my lips as I stared at who I thought was Sylar. All I had to do was confirm my suspicions and he was mine. I needed to kiss him, and I would know. 

"Hey Casey . . ." A warm hand clapped down on my shoulder, startling a squeak out of me. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Tom's charming shark like grin looked down at me, his muddy eyes taking in my whole body with one look that I didn't like at all. I never did. "You got a minute?" he asked while I felt his clammy sausage fingers dig into my shoulder. 

Just then the bell rang thankfully. "Sorry Tom! I'm in a hurry!" I quickly grabbed up my books and tried to catch up to an escaping Sly. His sweaty hand then latched onto my arm and I abruptly stopped and my books flew out of my grip from the force. 

"It's important Casey . . ." He assured me in an irritated voice. The blonde hunky quarter back then shook his head to get rid of his annoyance and grinned back at me once more. 

Glaring at him, I dropped down to one knee and started to pick up my books. He kneeled down in front of me to help me, or so it would seem. He only picked up my notebook full of stories and started to blabber about something that I didn't want to hear. "What is it Tom? I don't have time for this!" I nearly shouted in frustration at him.

"Well fine!" He acted all hurt when I knew for a fact he was just annoyed. He hated it, absolutely hated it when people interrupted him. "I'm Sylar!" he stated quickly and simply.

It was a blow to my mind and heart. "You can't be!" I simply stated. I didn't feel right. Nothing felt right in that moment. Not at all! He was an imposter! He was an asshole that just wanted in my pants! 

"But I am Casey . . . I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner . . . I wanted too . . . Just . . ." he trailed off, his beady eyes grinned his shark grin, even if his face was one that looked like it was comforting and was holding out it's open arms. 

I couldn't take it, I just wouldn't. I snatched my notebook out of his hand and ran out. I heard laughter behind me and wondered if it was a cruel joke, but the tears ran anyway.

~~~Tuesday~~~

I still didn't feel good, but I still went to school. I had to, otherwise my parents would get worried or something. I didn't care about anything else. I just didn't want my parents to know at all. Christina and Marie even called me last night, but I avoided their calls. I didn't want to talk about what I thought and what had happened in English. Every time I thought about it, it brought tears of outrage in my eyes. 

"Casey? What's wrong dear?" The Gym teacher, Mrs. Radley asked me with concern. We were walking out to the track outside, my body pretty much on auto pilot like it has been for the past few days.

"I don't feel very good." I simply said, which was an understatement, but I kept walking. 

Her small legs kept up with my long ones while she replied to me, "Why didn't you just tell me dear? Why don't you go sit on the bleachers till you feel better? Or do you feel like you need to go to the nurse?" She asked with her concern.

I smiled sweetly at her, but still questioned, "Are you sure?"

"Yes! Now go!" She urged me with a small smile. I nodded and slowly made my way towards the bleachers. I didn't want to argue with her. Especially the way I felt. Sitting on one side of the bleachers, I stayed clear from where the boy's gym class was being held. Coach Ryan was making them do their basic exercises right now. He would probably get them started on soccer today or something. But I didn't want to listen in.

I sat there with my head in my arms and tried to sleep. Because I was sure that I didn't get any last night as usual. Thinking about Sylar as usual I dozed off, exhausted. Sometime later, I was awoken with a start; I sat up only to see Tom, Larry and Jeff, the most popular, athletic, handsome, and plain stupid boys in school. Sighing, I sat straight preparing myself on how to deal with them and saw my class was still outside and doing some exercises. I didn't sleep for very long which made me frown. Glaring at them, I knew that one of them woke me somehow.

"What do you guys want?" I asked cautiously and suspiciously as I studied them. 

"Nothing." Larry answered with a pale grin.

"We just wanted to talk to you." Jeff spoke up with almost a real smile, which made me all the more suspicious. I started to move away when Larry grabbed me with his slimy fingers and sat me back down beneath them.

"About Sylar." Tom gently growled beneath his teeth. 

I knew my eyes were shooting sparks of my anger out at them but they seemed to not care at all. "As far as you guys are concerned, that none of you guy's business!" I snapped and ripped my shoulder out from underneath Larry's hand and tried to dash away from them. I knew that's what I needed to do. Get the hell away from them and now. But with them I had no real chance; they were the star foot ball players. Jeff's hairy strong tanned arms slipped around my waist and lifted me right off the bleachers. "Let go! Let go of me right now!" I demanded and struggled in his clutches. 

"Shh . . . shh. . ." He tried to soothe me, but I didn't want to shh. I wanted to be freed. 

A sudden slap across my cheek stopped my struggling while blood boiled in sudden fury. My eyes turned nearly black as I glared at all of them, except Jeff since he was behind me. 

"Listen Casey, you either come quietly with us or we can make your life absolutely miserable." Tom sweetly said to me and I knew instantly none of these three guys were Sylar. They never could be even if they pretended. Inside, I couldn't help but breathe in a sigh of relief. I didn't answer and that's all they needed from me. Glaring at them, I followed them, limply into the weight room. I knew they could just humiliation would work and they could do a shit load worse.

As I walked into the sweaty smelling room, the sun's warmth left my back and I knew in the back of my mind that they were going to do something bad. I just didn't know what. The room was deserted and it looked like a hell to me. Jeff then pushed me into an unknown room. As I stumbled, I looked back at them with daggers and sparks flying from my eyes. "So what do you want?!" I demanded quickly, trying to have strength, even if I was fearing the worse. 

Tom's shark grin flashed and he gave a nod to Larry. Larry left the room and closed the door, sealing Jeff and Tom inside with me. "Casey . . ." Tom started, "You've been a tease way to long. And finally this dick Sylar comes along and messes with your head. So you give him your virginity."

"What the hell does this have to do with?" I blurted, and wondered how the hell he knew all this. It started to really scare me, made my heart pound harder and faster from my fear.

"You Casey! You're going to be a tease no longer! I'm going to take what's mine!" he shouted, a little outraged by my interruption. Jeff merely stood by, smiling like a fool. I flinched slightly from his words and wondered what the hell he was talking about. 

Tom lunged at me, I tried to dodge it, but he gripped my hair, forcing my head back to meet his gaze. His shit brown eyes looked at me with lust and my stomach rolled with disgust. His arm snaked around me, pulling me closer to his muscled body. "I'm going to have what's mine!" he sneered and all I could do was gulp back in horror.

"On your knees!" he commanded and forced me down. He kept his hold in my messy long brown hair while he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His hot smooth cock sprung free from its hold and I saw that it was only half erect with a drop of pre-cum on its tip. "Suck it!" And forced my head near it as I felt Jeff come near me and hold me down.

Reeling back in horror, I thought I wouldn't do it! Couldn't do it! His grip tightened painfully in my hair and dragged me back to his member. "Please don't . . ." I started and my mouth was impaled by his rod. I gagged, trying to force it out of my mouth, but he held it there. He moaned in pleasure and I could feel it jerk and grow harder and thicker in my mouth.

Tears descended from my tightly closed eyes and I wondered when this torture would stop. His hips started to rock, making his member pull out and come back into my unwilling mouth. Jeff's hands rose up underneath my shirt and started to fondle my breasts, knowing I couldn't go anywhere since he was directly behind me with his arms wrapped around me. I could even feel his rough fingertips pinching and playing with my nipples harshly that I had to keep back from crying out in pain.

I started to cry harder, but my sobs were muffles by Tom's cock. His cock now fully erect, he wasn't as big as Sylar's, but enough to make me gag which brought fresh pain and my tear flow heavier. I thought of Sylar as this went on, wondering what would have happened if he caught me like this. Just the thought of it made my heart want to break. 

Jeff's hands left my tits, but left my shirt bunched above them so they were still on display, while he undid my pants. Tom's one free hand groped my breasts then while Jeff's slipped inside my red lacy panties and roughly played with my clit. I jerked from the horrid touched and tried to clear my mind without succeeding. In my mind I wished this couldn't be happening, but it was. Tom Rompa headfucking me with Jeff Tunely trying to slip his long fingers inside me when I wasn't even wet at all yet.

I groaned and tried to move away from the invading fingers, but he merely tightened his grip on me and kept pushing 3 fingers inside me. Pain erupted inside me as I cried out and cried harder. Oh God! How I wished this would stop! My tears left hot tracks on my cheeks and I felt them fall and land on my bruising breasts. Distantly I heard a small creaking noise but I was trying too hard on not concentrating on what was happening to me. 

Tom's body went limp then fell to the floor nearly soundlessly, his cock making a wet plopping noise when it exited my mouth. I gasped and coughed from the gagging experience, along with sobbing. Hard racks of everything coursed through my body then. I then fell forward, for Jeff's arms were ripped away from me and I was totally free. I then curled into a fetal position as the coughs slowly stopped, but not my tears, humiliated beyond my wildest dreams. I then heard Jeff's body slump to the floor. 

Strong familiar arms picked me up and my arms immediately stole around my rescuer's neck. My tears flowed freely then, this time my sobs muffled by his strong reassuring shoulder. I felt his arms embrace me and I heard his voice speak soothing words. Once my sobs tapered off, I looked up to see Sly, my rescuer. I saw that he had righted my clothing while in my vulnerable state and that he was sitting on a weight bench while I was curled in his lap as he held me against him. "Thank you . . ." I said softly, his kindness touching me and made me tear up again. 

"It's okay Casey. Do you want me to take you to a nurse or Mrs. Radley?" He asked softly knowing I was scared. 

"The nurse. "I whispered. "But I don't want to go just yet." I snuggled closer to his warmth and quickly fell into a dreamless exhaustive sleep. I awoke an hour later in a clean white nurse's office. My head ached, my jaw throbbed, my throat sore, and my pussy tender to the touch. I sat up slowly, making the paper below me crinkle and wondered what Sly told the nurse and Mrs.Radley. 

Bright florescent light flashed on in the tiny resting room, making the white room brighter than before. I looked over and saw Miss Angel Perez, the school nurse. "So how are we feeling?" She asked softly and started to check my temperature and then flashed her little pen light in my eyes.

"Exhausted and violated . . ." I sighed and wondered if I should tell her. I just wanted to break down crying again, but forced myself not too. My eyes already felt swollen and red already. I didn't need to cry anymore.

"Hmm . . .?" She looked at me concerned, her light blue eyes showing it.

Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for the burge of questions that would follow. "Tom Rompa and Jeff Tunely tried to rape me . . ."

~~~Later that Day~~~

Talking to the nurse, the principal, and the police wore me out completely. Not to mention I was sore and my mind totally shot from the experience. All I wanted to do was sleep, but I figured I'd get the chance it would elude me. And of course I didn't even get that chance yet, for my friends and family wouldn't let me, for they wanted to know what had happened as well.

I sat on my living room couch, being held by Christina while I answered they're never ending questions. My eyelids sat low and heavy with sleep and humiliation. "Guys . . ." Christina started to get everybody's attention, but her small voice didn't carry across the clamor of everyone else. "Guys!" She said once more, but a little louder. 

"GUYS!" She shouted, startling everybody into silence. "Casey is exhausted." She stated, pointing it out to everyone else. "Why don't we leave her alone till morning or something?" Her soft eyes twinkled with concern and exhaustion herself. Everyone agreed, said their goodbyes and remarks to me and my parents, but I only listened with a half ear. After they left I was sitting in the room with only Christina beside me and my parents standing over me. "Do you want me to stay?" Christina asked me gently. 

Shaking my head, I whispered to her, "No, I'll be fine . . ." my voice was a little hoarse since my throat still hurt.

"Okay . . ." She murmured and kissed my temple. "If you need anything, just call." She told me while shrugging into her spring jacket. "Talk to you later . . ." She said at the door and left. 

Now it was only me and my parents, and somehow I felt ashamed in their gaze and wasn't sure why. My father stepped forward and took me in his arms and whispered in my ear, "I'm glad you're okay. We'll talk more in the morning. I love you sweet heart." His lips touched my forehead softly; his words and his kiss erased my shame and were replaced by love.

"Thank you Daddy!" I sighed, my tears streaming down my face again. My head buried into his shoulder since I clutched him hard to me, needing his understanding and love. "I love you too . . ." The breath in my lungs hitched in my throat as I tried to fight the sobs that wanted to take me. I was glad that he was my father. 

"You're still my little girl . . ." He stated while pulling away. I then saw a lone tear fall on his cheek and he briskly brushed it away. His masculine self came back and he said, "Now get to bed; you'll need yourself for tomorrow." 

I nodded while wiping my own tears away as I calmed down. I then went upstairs after I nodded to my mom, who merely smiled at me and clasped my hand for a moment and squeezed it tightly in assurance. Stepping inside my room, I stripped off my clothes, only keeping my underwear and a tank top. I didn't want anything else. Hell if I could sleep naked I would have. I'd probably more comfortable. As soon as my head hit the pillow, sleep claimed me, which surprised me. 




Hidden Love Ch. 05



Cold sweat beaded and covered my body quickly since nightmares invaded my mind. I woke up with a start, wondering why I even did. So much had happened yesterday I was still exhausted, but then again I pretty much just relived it in my dream. A dark form then hung over me and I cringed in terror, thinking that it was them. Coming back to finish what they started. "No! Please god no!" I whimpered and fright and closed my eyes.

"Casey, it's me . . ." Sylar's warm voice soothed.

Relief splashed through me in waves and I clutched at him as he took me in his arms. "Oh thank god! Please don't let that happen to me again!" I begged, clutching at him hard, tears already leaking out of my eyes. 

"Shhh . . . I won't! Never! I promise . . ." His warm voice and arms wrapped around me, enveloping me in a cocoon like state of safety. Breathing deeply, I slowly calmed and fell into a dreamless sleep, with him tight in my arms.



Hidden Love Ch. 06



Note: Sorry if it takes me a long time to type these stories up. One, I have so much written in notebooks, its just hard to find the time to type it up. Again I'm sorry for the wait, and I hope you like!

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Thursday

Yesterday I had stayed home. My parents had insisted on it, and I was glad they did, because I was so not ready to go to school and meet every one's gaze since they would know what had happened to me. I had finally finished answering their questions and they felt they should thank Sly for saving me, before they even got through speaking of it. 

Today at school, I was supposed to ask him over for dinner tonight. I still did not know if my suspicions were right or not. The way I felt it seemed like I was not going to test them for a long while. I was in lunch when I felt the courage to ask him or at least his sister. "Hey Marie?" She looked over at me as stood by her table. "Do you think . . . umm . . . your brother . . .?"

"What about me?" His calm kind voice asked behind me, making my heart skip a beat. 

I gulped and turned to face him. "My parent's would like for you to come over for dinner tonight . . . To thank you for saving me." I said in small-frightened voice. 

"No prob . . ." He answered with a bright smile, he then sat down across from his sister to eat. He picked up a slice of his pizza and winked at me as he took a bite. I smiled and nodded then waved at Marie. She smiled nervously and waved back. I then started walking back to my own table with Christina. I then wondered if I should tell Christina and Marie about my suspicions of it. Not until I have proof. 

After lunch, I walked to my next class, thinking about Sylar, that I did not noticed that a crowd of boys had formed around and behind me. "Hey Casey . . ." Someone said softly at my side. 

I turned to look at them, "Hmm?" It was no one that I recognized. "What?"

"It's me . . . I'm Sylar!" He stated. 

"No! I am!" Another said on the other side. 

"No! I'm Sylar!" Someone shouted from behind me. 

One yelled, "Don't you love me?"

My mind whirled and I wondered why they were even doing this to me. "Don't you recognize me Honey?" 

"Casey! It's me!"

Tears started streaming down my face, as I did not know what to do. I started running to get away from him as I started to chant, No!

"Don't you want me anymore?"

"Casey! Don't cry!" One yelled while laughing. 

"Please Casey!" One said with a serious hurt face, "Just talk to me!!!"

"No!" I whispered as I ran to get away from them but they seemed to be following me. "No!" I shouted at them and ran blindly in the crowd. A moment later, I was stopped from a strong pair of hands gripping my arms. "NO!" I yelped and kicked at whoever held me. 

"Casey! Casey Stop!" They said to me. 

I looked up through teary eyes, saw Sly, and immediately leaned into him. Tears ran down my cheeks in rivers as I sobbed against his chest. It felt like someone punched a hole where my heart should be. Sylar should be here and dealing with them. Not me. "What's wrong?" He asked, his hands running soothingly up and down my back. 

Without looking, I pointed behind me toward the crowd of boys that were harassing me. "Them! They told me they were all Sylar!" I cried, my whole body shuddering from the force of my sobs. 

He embraced me tightly against his lean hard body and I was entirely grateful. I did not know what Sly did or say and did not care, but I knew they were backing off. The sobs slowly began to taper off as I clutched at him. "You okay?" He asked, pulling away slightly to look down at me with concern in his eyes.

I sniffed, wiping tears away and answered, "I think so . . . Thanks Sly . . . I appreciate it." My hands still clutching at his strong arms, wishing he did not have to go. I needed someone. The most important someone, not here. However, I wondered if Sly was Sylar and if he wasn't, am I falling for him too? Oh god, I did not want to think of that possibility. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern. "It looked like you just saw a ghost."

"Yeah . . ." I sighed and took a deep breath to steady myself. "I'm fine . . . I was just thinking."

"Okay . . ." He cleared his throat as he pulled away, looking nervous and awkward now, and a lock of his dirty blonde hair fell across his eyes. His blue green orbs sparkled and I wondered strongly, what the hell he was thinking. "When do you want me to come over tonight?"

"Oh . . . I . . . Uhhh . . ." I did not even think of that. Good think I wasn't crying any more, otherwise I would look more pathetic. 

His brow went up questionably and the side of his mouth quirked up to form a lopsided grin. "How 'bout around six o'clock?" 

"Perfect!" Then I thought of something, my parent's didn't think of. "What would you like to eat?"

He chuckled softly, "I'll eat anything . . ." He answered simply.

"Steak?"

"Mmmmmm . . ." He muttered approvingly. "I haven't had that for a while. Yeah, see ya around six." He then back away, winking with a grin on his face. I then turned away with a smile on my face, the horrid nightmare forgotten thanks to him.

I then felt Sylar's presence, power, and most definitely his gaze. I looked around to see if I could see him but with no luck. Even Sly's back was turned, but kept on sneaking glances back at me from time to time. Moreover, it really made me wonder who the hell was Sylar?

That Night

I decided to cook the meal tonight; after all, he did save me. Not my parents. Porterhouse steaks with homemade French fries, mac 'n' cheese, and corn on the cob, were what I was making. And I knew Sly would love it. It was my specialty. Busy cooking, I did not hear the knock on the door. Murmured voices followed after, but I only thought it was my parents speaking amongst themselves. A moment later, someone came inside the kitchen. 

"Hey Dad, can you check the French fries?" I pointed toward the deep fryer. I kneeled down to check and flip the steaks in the broiler, after that I looked up to see Sly checking the fries. "Oh . . . well . . . hello . . ." I said, a little flustered, not expecting him just yet. 

He smiled warmly as he spoke, "Hey . . . I think these are about done." I then looked as I stood and saw the fries were not even slightly crispy. 

I grinned and admitted, "I like'em a little crispy."

"Ahh . . ." He replied with a grin, his eyes twinkling.

"So yeah . . . You can either stay to help me or wait til I'm done . . ." I said with a small smile, not sure which one he would pick. A deep part of me wanted him to get so I could finish, but another part wanted him stay for different reasons. 

"Umm . . ." He paused to think briefly, "I'll help . . . I don't mind."

"Okay . . . Can you grab me a plate?" I asked and pointed to the cabinet that held them. He then stepped over to where they were and handed me one. In no time, the food was done and we sat down to eat in the dining room. During the meal, everyone commented how good it was and my parents thanked Sly for saving me from the ordeal the other day, and made small talk. In the end, I started clearing the table so I could finish up the dishes. 

Just then, Sly spoke up at his side of the table, "You need help?"

"No . . . I can get it . . ." But despite what I said, Sly got up and started helping me. As I washed them, he rinsed and dried, I was thinking of Sylar. I was thinking if I should test him and how would I do it? Looking over, I saw Sly concentrating on rinsing and drying dishes, and I had to smile. He looked so serious and ridiculous at the counter doing dishes. 

Turning his head, I saw his eyes drift toward me lazily, which caused a chill run down my spine, and a grin appeared on his lips. "You know . . . It's rude to stare . . ." He said simply. I blushed slightly and returned my eyes and hands into the soapy water. "What were you thinking?" He asked lightly. 

"Oh . . . nothing . . . Just . . . Stuff . . ." I answered, blushing harder now. 

"Sylar?" I did not have to say anything. My cheeks were a bright pinkish red now. He chuckled and continued. "What about?"

"Umm . . ." I laughed nervously. "Are you sure you want to know?" 

He chuckled heartily at that. "Sure . . . Why not?"

I giggled and started giving him the mushy stuff that no one really likes to hear. "Ummm . . . His kisses, his touch . . ." 

"Hmm . . . He that good of a lover?" He asked curiously. 

Getting over my recent blush, I blushed again. "Umm . . ." Another nervous laugh sounded from my lips. "Most definitely. It seemed like . . . I don't know . . ." My eyes were cast down in embarrassment and I knew I was in over my head. 

He chuckled at my failure to describe. "How good was his kiss?" 

"Amazing . . . wonderful . . ." I said dreamily and looked over at him with a smile, remembering how good Sylar's kisses were.

"As good as this?" He whispered and leaned over and down to touch my lips with his. His kiss felt like a butterfly racing over my lips and somehow I ached for more. I wanted to see and experience more. I sighed and leaned into him, his tongue gliding past my lips to dip into my sweetness. His hands rested onto my waist so he could pull me closer, my own arms wrung about his neck. 

Now I really wasn't sure who the hell Sylar was. Because Sylar kissed me hungrily and with such passion. Sly's kisses were so different; they were experimental and teasing, and so sweet. I didn't understand at all. My mind was reeling from it all. 

His lips slipped away from mine and traveled down to my neck where he licked a nibbled at me. I gasped and a light moan escaped my lips. God, did I want to taste him. I peeled his shirt back from his shoulder and down below I saw a faint healing hickey. And I knew it was he that I accidently made love to at Marie's house. Tracing it with the tip of my finger, her looked down at me and asked slightly huskily, "What?"

"That night . . . It was you who carried me up the stairs at your place." It was more a statement than a question. "Marie was really pissed at that. She thought some stranger had waltzed in her house to have its way with me."

He chuckled softly, "Yeah it was me. I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen."

"And I kissed you and you lost it." I said simply, finishing his thought. 

"Yeah . . ." He agreed with a small blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

I then giggled at the sight. "How good was I?" I had to ask, I could not help it. 

He blinked and wondered if he heard me right. "Umm . . ." It was his turn to be flustered. "You really want to know?"

Unease trickled through me but curiosity got the better of me. "Yes?" I gulped with a shy smile.

He then sighed at my answer, "The best I've ever had, even though you fell asleep on me." He grinned and I blushed some more. 

"Sorry . . ." I looked down at the mark I left and decided to leave another one. I looked up at him with a grin and licked across his skin. He shuddered in response and watched me with fascination. I then locked lips with his skin, sucked, and bit at him, and I could hear his gentle groan. After I knew it was going to be a good one, I raised my head to gaze into his bluish green eyes and found they were filled with passion and desire. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself . . ." I said innocently, but with a grin.

He rolled his eyes and I heard my parents coming closer. "Shit . . ." I murmured not wanting to stop this flirting with him. I then turned back to the sink, so I could finish the dishes, with Sly at my side, helping me. 

Later That Night

I tossed and turned on my big lonely bed, thinking about him. No, both of them. Sylar and Sly. They're so different and yet the same. Who the hell is Sylar? If he does not show me who he is soon, I might be falling for Sly, and it might be already too late. "Ugh!" I cried in frustration, closing my eyes tightly in the process. I threw the covers over my head and I slowly dozed off seething. 

When I awoke, it was still night, even though I did not know what time it was, but I thought I was dreaming. I wasn't sure and didn't really care at the moment. What i saw was a shadowed figure standing over me with gleaming bluish green eyes. The person pulled the covered up and slid in beside me. 

"Hmm . . ." I sighed as his body warmth enveloped me, along with his familiar scent. His finely toned arms embracing me and I knew who it was instantly. Sylar . . .

It felt like I should have been mad at him, but I wasn't. Merely curious. Calmly I asked, "Who are you? And when are you going to tell me?"

He sighed and his chest rumbled as he said, "Casey . . ." He paused to think. "I'll reveal myself to you on prom night. That, i will promise you. And if you deny me, I will understand . . ."

Shaking my head in annoyment, I understood. Now I could not wait til prom. He nearly split my mind in two and made my life a wonderful living hell. And I still wasn't sure who he was. God, how I hated and loved him. "Fine . . ." I whispered and cuddled with him, wishing he would not leave in the night. But I knew he would and I couldn't stop him. Therefore, I merely clutched him, as if I would never let go. 

He sighed and I felt his hot breath race across my neck, making me shiver in response. "I love you . . ." He breathed softly in my hair.

"I love you too, Sylar . . ." I replied and dozed off into a deep sleep, with his warm body pressed close to mine. 

Friday

At school, I picked at my lunch, not hungry and not caring. Sylar and Sly was still in my mind, bouncing around, trying to figure the two out, and annoying me greatly. "Hey! Who's the new kid?" In front of me, my friend Chris asked. He tossed the rest of his demolished nutty bar inside his mouth and watched someone on his left, my right.

I glanced over, seeing groups of teens sitting together and such, and wondered who the hell he was talking about. "Who?" I asked curiously, trying to search them out. 

"Oh! That is Christian Louis. He is in my math class. He said he moved here about 3 weeks ago." Shawn muttered. "He just didn't get enough time to get in with the school I guess." He then ate some more of his creamy mashed potatoes, muttering, "Lucky Bastard . . ."

"Oh . . ." Now I was starting to care less again. I then went back to my wandering mind til the bell rang. I sighed and grabbed my books in one arm and the other hand my cold forgotten lunch. I dropped the uneaten lunch in the trash and moved down the hallway to my next class. Suddenly somebody bumped into my shoulder, sending my books flying. "Damn . . ." Dropping down, I started picking up my books from the floor. Someone was right in front of me, helping me, probably the person who knocked me down. "Thanks . . ." I said meekly and glanced over at my helper. 

His hair was dark with blond highlights and with bluish green eyes and my heart started to pound like a crazed drum. "I'm sorry I bumped into you . . . I didn't mean too . . ." He smiled and I swore it look like Sylar's. 

My eyes were probably hard and staring at him like a deer in the headlights. "It's . . . It's . . . okay . . ." I stuttered, my breath nearly stolen. 

"Again . . . I'm sorry. I'm new here." He smiled and my heart skipped a beat. "I'm Christian Louis." He offered his hand and I shook it after I had my books in my hold again. 

I smiled and stood. "I'm . . . Casey . . ." I said breathlessly.

His brow furrowed as he took a closer look at me. "I've seen you before." He paused to think. "You live on Robin Lane, don't you?"

Now my own brow furrowed. "How . . . How do you know where I live?"

He chuckled easily and there was a hint of that bad boy chuckle I've heard so many times before. "Sorry . . . I'll explain. I live down the street from you. I moved here about three weeks ago."

"Oh . . ." I paused to take it all in. "Why didn't you get into school earlier?" I asked curiously.

"Well . . ." He laughed nervously. "First my dad didn't know if he was able to keep the house, then my Aunt Sandy passed away. We packed then unpacked, and now I'm finally here." He said with a small grin, then with a small chuckle as he finished with, "On a Friday . . ."

I giggled with a smile. "I'm sorry to hear about your Aunt." Then I thought for a moment on where he would live. "The old Sanderson's place right?"

"Yeah . . . And it's okay . . . I was never really close to her. " He then shuffled his feet from side to side. "But hey, my parents are throwing a party to get to know the neighbor's. And well . . . You and your parent's are invited to come." A slight blush crept up his cheeks then. 

I smiled, thinking it was cute. "Okay . . . "The hallway was almost deserted and just then the last bell rang for class. " Oh god! I got to go! Later Christian!" I then ran for Chemistry 2. 

"Later!" He called back.

Later that Day

At home finally, I sat down to do my homework. Just when I was about finished up with it, the doorbell rang. I sighed, and got up to answer it, when my mother reached it before me. Hearing the creak in the door, I wondered who it was. "Hello . . ." A low male voice sounded, and it sounded vaguely familiar to me. 

"My name is Christian Louis. I moved into town with my parents a few weeks ago. And my parents wanted me to invite your family to their small get to know party." His voice echoed into the living room where I stood. 

"Oh well . . . when is it?" My mom inquired. "And where is it?" 

I smiled and figured I'd save him the time. "Hey Christian." I said to him as I rounded the corner and into the entryway. 

"Hey!" He greeted me with a blush starting to grow on his cheeks. 

"He lives in the old Sanderson place. . . "I answered for him with a grin.

"Hmm . . . We might just have to go! I've wanted to see the inside of that old place!" My mom replied with a smile. 

"So . . . We'll see you there then?" He asked tentatively with a grin.

"Yes . . . But on one condition." I teased and I noticed his eyes dropped in disappointment. "When?" I giggled out.

He sighed in relief and answered with a blush growing again on his high cheeks. "Sunday. At seven pm." He grinned at my mother and me and it made me think of Sylar. 

"We'll be there!" I smiled back. 

"Okay! See you then! Bye Casey, bye Mrs. Landon." He retreated down the porch steps, never taking is eyes off me when I closed the door softly.

I giggled and shook my head. I then noticed my mother staring at me. "What?" I asked innocently.

She replied with a smile in return. "He likes you. And you like him. But what about Sly? I thought you liked him?" 

Her questions about Sly threw me off guard. "Umm . . . I don't know! He's just a friend!" My cheeks burned with embarrassment, I fled to my room, and I wondered what I was going to do.



Hidden Love Ch. 07



((I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long! But I finally had the time to type what I needed for a chapter and here it is! So I hope you all enjoy! Comments or criticism is appreciated!))





~~~~~~~~Sunday~~~~~~~~

Most of the neighborhood was there, even a couple of kids from school that I knew. Some of them even had the nerve to gossip about me. Like Larry's girlfriend, the oh so perky, perfect cheerleading bitch, Natasha. And of course you can't forget her friends that hover around her, leading her on, about how she's so perfect and what not, and want to be exactly like her in looks. Please!, I thought.

"Did you see Casey here?" Natasha giggled evilly to the trio of her friends. "I wonder if Sylar will come and mess with her head again?" With that, they all laughed and made a swooning noise. I was in the living room, in front of the punch bowl when I heard it. It made my blood boil in my veins. "Bitch . . ." I seethed and stormed away into some part of the magnificent huge house. 

True adults kept to themselves and talked amongst themselves, which was a relief to all the teens. I knew they did that, so they would think, we would think we could get away with stuff than we should. I knew that they just wanted to catch us in the act. But also wanting to get to know each other a little bit more if they were social enough. 

The older teens kept to themselves as well. Staying in their basics cliques and parked themselves where ever they could. Even if it was somewhere they shouldn't, but mostly around the stereo to listen to the music or the TV to play video games. 

I, myself, wanted to go home and lie down. A headache was coming on from such the loud music and talking, that I just wanted to scream. When I came with my parents and brother, I was fine, but within the hour I felt so alone and confused. And with Natasha and her perfect glorious friends didn't help much either. 

"Damn it . . ." I whispered to myself. My hand trembled as I sipped my forgotten drink. I felt way to hot, and all I could think about was if Sylar was going to show up or not. That itself put me on edge. "Oh, go bite it!" I muttered and left my punch on a table. 

Passing through a door I saw all the cliques of teens I wasn't in and kept going. Even out back was the same, so I climbed the stairs, seeking some peace. To my left was all noise of video game playing, boos and cheers of teens. To the right it all seemed somewhat quiet. I walked on, hoping I wasn't going to find a couple going at it. One door led to a small closet, and another to the main bedroom, thank god no couple! But I didn't want to stay in there so I climbed out the big reflecting window. Tentatively I stepped out, easing my weight on the dew slippy shingles. Once on the roof, I walked on a slant to a solitary quiet spot by the next window. I sat down next to it so no one would see me.

I looked inside, only to see the band of teens watching other teens play Grand Theft Auto 4, and the game itself. And I wondered how stupid could teens get, playing these violent bloody video games. All it teaches them is worse manners yet. I sighed and listened to them a bit inside carrying on as I started to stare off into space and let my mind completely go.

I could feel my muscles slowly start to relax, as the noise beside and below me pulsed with life as my mind wandered from my body and lost itself in mindless thoughts. 

Sometime later, I didn't even register the body encasing mine until it was too late. Once I did realize it, I gave a start which brought forth a deep bad boy chuckle. Recognizing the body and the voice, I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed into is strong unyielding body. "I didn't think you would come." I whispered back, loving the feel of his strong arms wrapped around m and his rough calloused hands holding my own softer ones. 

"I came just to see you." He whispered back into the cup of my ear, and it made me shiver in pleasure as heat sliced down to my core. I melted into him even more and willed him to hold me tighter. I closed my eyes in bliss and just wished I could be near him anytime I wanted. But no, I had to wait till he wanted to reveal himself to me. My heart nearly crushed at the thought, I just thought why does he have to make it so difficult? He knows I want to be with him. I, being humiliated at myself, from school, teased, taunted, nearly raped, what was going to happen next?!? Oh dear god, it had to be stopped. This bitter sweet torture he was putting me though. Even though I loved him, it had to be stopped. The thoughts brought tears to my eyes. Hell, I might be falling in love with Sly! How couldn't Sylar see, how this was affecting me? An unconscious tear fell down my cheek as whispered to him, "We need to talk . . ."

"About what?" He murmured silkily, as if he thought nothing was wrong. Seemingly content, just to sit here on the cold hard roof. 

"About us . . ." My voice trembled. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his body tense. "I can't go on like this. What going to happen next to me? You can't stop it. You're never there!" Now I was outright crying and my whole body trembling. I didn't want this; I didn't want to say this. But it had to be done.

He started. "Casey . . ." 

"No!" I cried. I wanted to turn into his arms and the hurt on his face to see if it was affecting him at all. "Don't you tell me about how you want me to see the real you! I do already! I love you with all my heart! I want to see you more often, see your face and love you whenever I want. But all I can see of you is you're selfish. You just want to see me, whenever YOU want to see me. You never consider if I want to see you. I can't even call you or text you!" If I tried to turn, he would have stopped me by just tightening his arms. 

I sobbed out, "Please Sylar! Show me who you are, so we could be together!" For a moment, I thought he would, that I thought I was be with him for the rest of my life if fate would allow it. But fate was cruel to me just then. For he just got to his feet and disappeared into the main bedroom window, leaving me there alone with a broken heart. Crying harder than ever now, I wanted to stay there and pity myself, curled up into a ball, hoping a black hole would appear below me and swallow me up just then. But I knew in my heart that I had to go to him and explain. 

"Wait! Sylar!" I cried out to him. "Please wait!" Lurching upwards and to the side I tried to run and catch him. Three feet from the window I slipped and hit the slippy roof hard. My knee and arm flared up in pain, but I ignored it and pushed myself back up and went after him.

"Sylar! Wait!" A strangled cry that sounded pathetic to my own ears. I yanked myself into the bedroom, meaning to race after him. Escaping the cold roof and the main bedroom, I ran hoping to god, I'd catch him. 

Some teens lined the hallway, leading towards the stairs in loose packs. At one moment I was running towards the stairs, the next I was on the floor with pain lightening up my arms and knees. 

Laughter rose up around me and I looked up surprised and hurt, wondering who the hell tripped me. I shakily got to my feet eyeing everybody's grinning faces. "Assholes!" I seethed and began my trip back down the stairs. I was lucky I didn't continue my run otherwise I would have fallen down the stairs, which probably wouldn't have been so lucky.

Giggling sounded on my right as I reached the ground floor. "Hey Casey . . ." A preppy bratty voice sounded and I knew it belonged to Natasha. "How's your night going?" Her friend's giggled.

"Just swell! Now leave me alone!' I fired at her and I saw anger appear in her baby doll eyes. "Fuck off!" I said simply to her when I saw she wasn't backing off and was about to say something. Now her jaw dropped, for she wasn't expecting this.

I grinned, even though forgotten tears still slid down my face. "Bye Piss face!" I called out to her as I walked briskly through the front door. I could hear her gasp and sputter, but I ignored her pained drama, not caring in the least. "Sylar . . ." I whispered once I was out onto the street, wondering where he was. 

"Casey?" A familiar voice asked.

I turned and saw Christian staring at me. "What's wrong?" His gaze then wandered over me. "You're bleeding!" He sounded stunned. He touched my arm tentatively and another jagged flare of pain went through me. He saw me wink in pain and started to lead me back to the house. 

"No!" I stated and stopped dead in my tracks. 

"What?" He asked, concern written across his face. 

"I'm not going back in there."

He seemed taken aback at that. "Okay, then we'll go to your place." He offered and I nodded. We walked in silence the whole way and I didn't mind one bit. Hell, I even cherished it. After the noise of the party and my mind, it was finally peaceful and quiet. In the distance I could even hear crickets singing their songs with the frogs. 

Once we reached my place, he got to business to see my cuts. "Oww!" He prodded it to see if there was anything in there to be removed. 

"Sorry . . ." He said softly. His blue green eyes gleamed up at me and then back at my cut. "So what caused this?" He breathed fanned over my arm.

"I slipped on the roof." I said simply and said no more. I so didn't want to get into getting tripped and Natasha. His brow rose in question but he didn't voice one. After a while, it seemed like I had to explain myself while he cleaned and bandaged my cuts. "I was seeking peace and quiet. When on the roof, I realized I didn't, so I got up to leave and I slipped."

But he didn't say anything more. He just merely finished up. After that, he stood and studied me quickly.

"What?" A slice of unease slipped inside me.

He sighed. "Do you want to go back to the party or stay here?" By the way it looked on his face, he already knew my answer. 

"No more trouble please! I'll stay . . ."I giggled and regarded him solemnly.

He smiled. "Alright . . . you sure you're okay?" Christian asked, concerned once more. 

Rolling my eyes, I answered, "Yes, I'll be fine." I got up from the toilet seat, now standing in front of him. He looked down, then back up to my face.

I smiled and then he leaned in and put his soft lips on mine. I gasped at his boldness and he made the kiss just a little more deeper. He teases my lips and tongue with his own and soon I began to kiss him back. 

He tasted so sweet and felt so good underneath my hands. His arm wrapped around my waist tight and his other arm snaked up my chest to cup my left breast and squeezed gently, testing its firmness. 

Moaning, I wrapped my own arms around his neck and pulled his body tighter to mine. I was lost in the moment, and was about to moan Sylar's name when there was a knock on the front door. My mind snapped back into control and I pulled away from him quickly as if I was scolded. Suddenly, I wondered what Christian would do if I muttered Sylar's name and not his. I barked laughter and went to answer the door, ignoring Christian's wondering look. 

Turning the knob, I opened the door, wondering who it could be, only to see Sylvester. I smiled brightly, "Hey Sly! What are you doing here?"

He grinned back, his blue green eyes shining with relief. "I'm alright. I was Christian's party when your parent's stopped me and wondered where you were. They asked me to see if you were at . . ." He trailed off, his eyes looking past me.

I realized why, when I found Christian behind me. I rolled my eyes as I felt and knew testosterone was flowing more freely right now. So I figured, I should relieve the tension. "I'd gotten hurt at the party and Christian walked me back and took care of me." I paused, looking at both men. "But you should be getting back to your party Christian." I simply said to him.

He knew he was being rejected and knew he probably deserved it, by pressing me into kissing him. "Alright Casey . . . See you tomorrow at school." And he slipped past Sly and down the street to go back to his place.

After I knew he was good and gone, I said, "Sorry . . . Nothing happened . . ." Damn Lie! My conscience thought. "So what's up?" I held the door wide so he could come in. 

"Oh nothing. Just wanted to talk. So . . . How's Sylar doing?" He came in and closed the door for me. 

The mere name of his put me on edge. "Uhh . . . I don't know. How would I know? He doesn't tell me anything . . ." I shrugged and I realized that I was immediately crushed and upset. "Why?" I choked out. I was disgusted with myself when I wanted to start crying again.

"I'm sorry Casey. If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to." He answered, sounding worried. 

"No . . . It's just . . . Uhh . . ." I then broke out into sobs again. He immediately came forth and took me into his strong arms. My hot tears coursed down my burning cheeks and I clutched at him with panicky tightness. "It's just . . . just . . ." I hiccupped, "that he . . . doesn't understand . . . how this is . . . affecting me!" I said in between sobs. "Oh god . . ." Another wail of tears, it seemed like I couldn't stop.

"The teasing . . . the taunting . . . the humiliation . . . hell even the . . . the the rape! What the hell is . . . going to happen . . . to me next?" Damn it, I wanted to stop crying but it just simply wouldn't. My trembling body was pulled against his tight lean one and I wondered how he wasn't shaking with my sobs too.

"I can't take it!" Another sob, "And well . . . me and you . . . I love Sylar with all my heart . . ." My sobs were slackening, which I was grateful. "But . . ." I looked into his handsome face and said, "I think I'm falling for you too . . ." It hurt to say that, and I even wondered why I did it. 

He clearly wasn't expecting that. "Umm . . . Casey . . . are you sure?" His cheeks went red from embarrassment and I knew he was flustered and not sure what to say.

"Yes . . . I'm almost positive." My sobs now have completely tampered off. "I love Sylar, but I'm falling for you too. I don't know how, but its happening." A lone tear slid down my already damp cheek.

He reached up and brushed it away. My dark brown eyes gazed into his blue green ones and I didn't even care if he was Sylar or not at that moment. "Kiss me . . ." I said, barely a whisper. 

He hesitated for just a second, but then leaned down and kissed me. It was like a butterfly, like the first kiss we shared and it stole my breath away, it was that tender and sweet. Heat slashed and arced through me and I craved more. I wanted more of his tender kisses and touch. I moaned softly against his gentle lips and let him have access to my mouth.

Oh god, he felt so good against me, just like Sylar. No . . . even better. It felt right. "Sly . . . I sighed as his lips traced down my jaw, making me want him more. He nibbled gently at my ear and neck making me gasp and squirm. 

"Sly!" I breathed out. He growled softly and pushed me against the wall. He took my mouth savagely, as if my sigh made him lose control, but it only made damp heat pulse at my core. He then pulled away just as quickly, holding me arm's length away. 

"Are you sure?" He asked me, controlling his raging emotions and hormones. "I don't want to hurt you."

I didn't want to think of Sylar anymore. I wanted Sly. I smiled up at him, wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered "Please Sly, I want you . . ."

Growling low in his throat, which I thought was sexy as hell; he took my mouth again, dueling his tongue with my own. His arms wrapped around me, crushing my body to his warm one. His caress left a burning trail against my skin and my blood boiled with desire in my veins. 

My shirt slipped off and then my bra. His hands cupped both my breasts and pinched my aching erect nipples. "Mmm . . ." My skin burned for his touch. But then a random thought passed through the lust crazed thing called my mind that made me pause for it cleared it somewhat. "Hmm . . . wait!" I said breathlessly. 

Sly's head came up from sucking my hard pink nipples and I saw disappointment flash through his eyes. "It's okay . . . It's just . . . my parents . . . Let's go to my room."

Understanding dawned in his eyes and he grinned with relief. He picked up my dropped clothes and handed them to me and growled out, "Wrap your legs around me." I did so with a grin, but then I squealed with surprise as he clutched me closer to him and started up the stairs to my room. 

Grinning, I couldn't help it from the surprise. I dropped the clothes after he pinned me against the wall again. It was I who placed the first kiss on him and he returned it with such passion that it consumed me.

His hands hooked into the waistband of my jeans and started to pull them down. But didn't get far from the way I was wrapped around him like I was. He growled once more and I had to smile. Groaning with impatience, then grabbed me and flipped me onto the bed and I laughed at his impatience as I bounced lightly on the bed. He leaned down into me, his eyes looking like a predator's, but it only made me feel sexy and wanton. Hell, even naughty. His lips came back to mine, sealing off my laughter. My hands ran greedily up his back, feeling his toned muscles underneath, while sliding his shirt up and over his head. 

"Ohhh!" I moaned as his teeth caught my hard erect nipple. His hands were fumbling at my pants and finally they slipped free. Raising my hips off the bed, I helped him slip them down my long slender legs. But he did it slowly, kissing down the skin that was being revealed to him. His blue green eyes were hot, so intense, that they made me squirm in themselves. "Mmm . . .' I sighed, as my legs were freed of the confining denim, and his rough hands rose gently up my legs. Once his fingers touché the edge of my lacy red panties, I shivered in anticipation.

His thumb caressed the top to the bottom of the scanty lace and I wanted him all the more. His thumb then pressed down my hidden nub and made me shiver in delight and gasp in surprise. Along with my hips spasming at the touch.

"Sly . . ." I moaned and squirmed beneath his touch. Something damp and hot touched the apex of my legs and began to move. Realizing it was his tongue made me even wetter and made me wonder if he would taste me. His warm fingers began to rub up and down between my damp lips, making me shudder. 

"Sly! Umm . . . god!" His hand rose up to cup a heaving breast while his other hand threatened to undo me. I gasped as a finger slipped aside my panties and into my core. And then another joined, moving restlessly inside, massaging my channel. My own hands clutched at his shoulders, leaving slight scratch marks up and down his back. Squirming and moaning, my orgasm built and then rose to a few more notches when he moved the damp lace aside and kissed my nether lips deeply. 

After that, it didn't take long at all. My breathing had quickened considerably, my heart beat like a drum, my blood pulsing and thickening with pleasure. I couldn't think, could only feel. And feel I did. It felt like I was in heaven, dying in bliss when it exploded throughout my whole body. 

Shuddering, I slowly and reluctantly returned to reality, with Sly crawling up my body with a large grin. I smiled and pulled his head to mine so I could kiss him deeply, tasting my sweetness on his lips. 

"Casey!" My mother's voice suddenly shouted throughout the house. It sounded like it was coming from downstairs. Both of us had jerked with surprise and shock, and looked into each other's frightened eyes. 

I yelped quietly, "Quick! In the shower!" He quickly got off me, but pulled me along and into the bathroom. I shoved the curtain aside, turned the water on warm and slipped inside.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, while I grabbed Sly's hand and pulled him inside. I shoved the curtain back in its place when I heard he bedroom door open. "Casey?" My mother called out once more. 




Hidden Love Ch. 07



I clutched Sly, terrified we would get caught. "Yeah?" I shouted over the gushing warm water to be heard. Then I heard the bathroom door click open and I clutched him tighter, a small whimper tightening my throat. 

"Oh, Casey! I was wondering where you were at! Are you okay honey?" She sounded concerned. 

"It's okay . . . I just don't feel very good. I'm going to bed after I'm done showering." I reassured her, even though I was shaking in fear. 

"Alright honey. Do you want me to make you some soup?"

"Sure mom . . . Why not?" 

"Alright honey . . . See you in a little bit." She then turned away and I peeked out to see her close the door. I sighed and relaxed in Sly's arms. "Do you want me to turn your music on hon?" She peeked her head back in. 

"Yeah . . ." My muscles tensed up all over again and my heart beat with adrenaline. The song that came on was A Perfect Circle's Sleeping Beauty. But in the background, I heard my mother's retreating footsteps. 

Relaxing my body against his again, I began to laugh. "Oh my god! I've never been so scared in my life!" I stated and he began to chuckle. Then I saw he still had his pants on and I laughed even harder.