Teaser-- Read this chapter VERY carefully. You might find something VERY interesting.... ;)

My fav song by MCR and just happens to be what Death likes to put on his face! HA >>>>>

~Mama we all go to hell, Mama we all go to hell. ~Oh well now mama, we're all gunna die. ~Stop asking me questions I'd hate to see you cry. ~So wave your hands high for tomorrow you die.

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“Stop laughing. I don’t find this funny.” David continued to type away on his computer a wide grin plastered on his face. “But you have—“

“Don’t say it.” “But you—“ “-Don’t—“

“—But—“

“—DAVID! DON’T SAY IT!”

“Fine.” He sighed. “I won’t say anything about how swollen your nose is getting and how it looks like you made out with tomatoes and then glued it to you nose to always remember,” he got out quickly, surprisingly while typing. He stopped and gave me a sideways look.“Oopsies.”

I stormed over to him in my bare feet and whacked him on the chest until my fist hurt more than my nose. He threw his head back behind the couch and laughed even harder as I tried to cover up my nose. “Ihateyou!”I sputtered, bringing my fist up to hit him again. He threw his hands up laughing like a mad man. “It’s not that… noticeable. Just don’t go… out in… public,” he managed. He put his head in his arm to try and muffle his laughter. “I’m sorry.”

I crossed my arms and whacked his muscled back one more time. “I hate you.”

“Miss Williams,” he said with a gasp. He leaned an elbow on his desk and looked up at me. I noticed his skin was a bit paler and he had bags under his eyes. “hate is such a strong word—“

“Don’t call me that.”

“Miss Williams?”

“No, Nemo,” I said sarcastically. “Yeah, Miss Williams! Stop calling me that.”

“But I like it.”

“I don’t.”

He shrugged. “I don’t really care. I’m calling you whatever I want.”

“No you’re not!”

“But it’s funny…”

“FINE! I’ll…I’ll call you…I’ll call you Mr. Star!” Ha! My inner voice became overly excited.

His lips twitched up into a smile. “Do it. But I’d inform Devin first he’s picky with what people call him.”

I watched my Boss’ brown eyes glue onto the computer screen. I decided to take advantage at the possibility that he was too deep in thought to hear me.“I wish I could call him Dev or something. I feel like we have no connection except when we’re making fun of you or saying how nice smile is, since you never show it to me unless it’s a sarcastic smirk.” David looked up his computer. “What about making fun of me and my smirk?

I blushed. Shit. “Nothing.”

His puppy-dog eyes flickered narrowed as he turned his head and he smiled cheekily. “You can kiss my butt, Miss Williams.”

“Yeah, not going to—“

He yawned loudly, interrupted my words. “What time is it?”

I threw my arms up and looked around the room. “Time for you to get a real job where you actually work and don’t procrastinate on the computer watching…” I leaned over to see his moniror. “Wow. You get a lot of emails. How much do you pay them?” I giggled under my breath as I tied my hair up into a bun.

David frowned and suddenly spun around in his chair to face me. His eyes told me he was ready to tussle. “Did you just giggle?” he asked. He propped his feet up as I blushed and foled his hands over his chest. “I don’t find it adorable. In fact, you’ve been doing that giggle for about thirty minutes straight, ever since you found the teddy bear in the cabinet.”

I wondered around his desk so I could turn my back to him.“I’m adorable,” I defended, avoiding the whole ‘Death-is-stalking-me-and-he-put-the-bear-in-the-cabit-oh-and-he-most-likely-meant-everything-he-wrote,’ conversation

He barked out a laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself, Miss Williams. Turn around when you speak to me too. It’s incredibly rude and now I have to look at you’re large buttocks.”

Buttox. He’s so fancy, that smug Bastard.

I spun around and glared at him.“You know, I thought you were done with your mood. You’re twenty-two years old. You can stop calling me names and making fun of my weight, I know I’m not fat and I know I’m…good looking.”

“Do you now?” he questioned in fake awe, his brown eyes holding a heated fire as his eyes racked up my body. It was a motion that David had never done before, and it started to make me uncomfortably hot. “I actually lied about my age. I’m twenty-one.”

I crossed my arms. “Really? I thought you were seven.”

His lip quirked up but his eyes stayed serious.“Get your facts right. I’m seven in a half.”

“I’m too old for you then,” I concluded. “I don’t work for toddlers with teddy bears on their desks. I bet it’s yours and you were just trying to hide it from Daddy.”

Geez, I need to lay off the insults. He could probably throw me through the atmosphere…plus I’m the one that use to sleep with that bear in particular….

And I was planning on stealing it back.

Our eyes both drifted to the teddy bear in the corner of his desk. David clucked his tongue. “You’ve left me no choice,” he started, stretching his hands out in front of him. “I’m going to show you that email your Madre sent me. But let me just take a wild guess, Miss Williams.” His eyes lingered on my own before he tore his gaze away and looked out the window. “No boyfriend for you in about...” He made an estimating gesture with his hand, “Three years? Possibly even four?”

Three in a half! Holy crap he’s psychic!

My eyebrows rose until they became hidden by my hairline. I scratched my nose casually to hide my shock and brushed him off with my hand. “I’ve had many hookups.”

“Oh yeah? With who?” he countered.

I struggled to not say ‘Your Mom!’ and stuck with, “Well…there was—uh…” Who had I gone out with? I hadn’t really focused on men and clubbing with Marcy because of my hectic schedule. As I thought about all of the guys I had seen recently I couldn’t think of anyone who I had kissed besides…

Two men in particular.

My head jerked up at a realization “Oh sweet Jesus,” I sputtered. How had I not seen this before? Death was always popping out of nowhere with some sort of aphrodisiac remark, he always leaned into me as he spoke—knowing I was afraid he would fall and I would be virtually crushed, and not to mention he played with my mind and emotions like a brand-spanking new yo-yo.

Was that his way of flirting with me?

And David! Oh that sly David was always “stretching” lazily in his seat to show off his muscles, and sometimes holding the door for me and greeting me with a solid nod, a smile and then nailing me with his sultry eyes as he slowly said with his plump-yet masculine limps, “Good morning Miss Williams you look sexy as hell.”

Ok maybe that was a slight exaggeration. He normally just stuck with, "Good morning."

Even when David told me directly he had a girlfriend—curse that wicked witch-- he still gave me little boyish smiles, bit his lip when he was intensely typing (obviously showing me how adorable he truly was) and locking eyes with me as he spoke, a motion that make me squirm like an ant under a magnified glass wearing a whole bunch of sun bathing oil.

I’d say Death also gave me sexy glances, but he more covered with his emotions--with a perfectly shaped black shadow over his face….if you know what I mean of course.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard David’s office door open up a crack and a high pitched voice say, “Davy? When are we going out, baby? It’s two thirty and I’m starving!”

It’s like she heard my Wicked Witch of the west thought…

My spine struggled with the urge to bend backwards and crack at the sound of her voice. I turned to the stunningly-fake redhead and smiled. Her face beamed at me as if she hadn’t seen me standing three feet away from her boyfriend. “Hey girl!” Even with her new artificial personality her smile lowered slightly as she saw I was still wearing David’s clothes.

“Hey.” I give her a small wave and awkwardly fixed the football jersey I was wearing. I glanced at David to see he was mouthing stuff to Tiara when I wasn’t looking, making her giggle.

David inclined his head to the door. “Faith, can you um….?”

The woods fell hurriedly from my mouth. “Oh—yeah sure! I’ll um…I’ll fix those papers I didn’t finish.

“Sounds good. I’ll come get you if I need you,” he replied, his attention wondering over to Tiara a few times as he spoke.

I gave him a tight smile before I made my way to Tiara at the door. She unexpectedly dug her claws into my arm and whispered, “Hope you get a deep paper cut and bleed out.”

What great imagery.

“Tiara,” David’s voice rang out quietly, sounding more like a booty-call than a ‘Get the hell away from my assistant.’ My heart cracked slightly and my cheeks pinked as I opened the door to leave and mistakenly, followed Tiaras little frolic across the room. I witnessed David sitting back in his chair with the happiest smile I had ever seen on him, his hand patting the thigh of his slacks for her to sit down on his lap, and then affliction in my chest as I watched Tiara plant a big one on his lips, before I could finally pull the door closed.

“Ohmigosh! Is this cute teddy bear for me?” I heard Tiara squeal in happiness and could imagine her sqeezing my bear to her chest and getting her...talons into Mr. Wiggles' precious fur. I had clenched the handle of the vacant office when I vaguely heard her add, “What the hell? Why is there a blank piece of paper inside it?”

At that exact moment my phone had buzzed.

Marcy: SOMEONE'S IN THE HOUSE!! I CALLED 911 & AM HDING IN CLOSET!!