I watched the crazy Jude lying quietly on the bed. He nearly traumatized me the day before.

I picked up my school bag and notebook ready; to depart. Jude's voice roared. "Wait, I will drop you off at school."

I stared at him surprised, "Why would you do that?" I questioned not understanding why he was suddenly nice.

"I have some business within your school area... so dropping you wouldn't be a bad idea" he said, dressing up.

I couldn't afford his favor, so I rejected his help immediately but that provoked him.

"You don't get to say no to me," he said and picked up his keys.

I had no choice but to comply.

He put on his helmet and gave me one. I held onto his waist and we drove off.

In five minutes we arrived.

He drove away, not even giving me the chance to say a thank you.

I didn't overthink it; he was an asshole. I didn't want anything more to do with him. Was that even possible? I wondered what his mission in my life was.

I walked into the hall.

After school, I arrived home just like usual. He wasn't around. There was peace and quiet just the way I loved it. No interference, no Jude. Just me and me alone.

I wondered how good my life would have been without him. But yet, I still couldn't imagine living without him.

I feared him, but he gave me a sense of security.

I sat down there watching the TV, hoping for his return but Jude never returned.

The day passed by then another day. It was a week.

I still hoped and waited for his return. But Jude never came back.

I was already used to living with him, 'A Stranger I grew fond of.'

My life continued as usual but it was never the same.

Even when walking on the street, I hoped to see his face. Sometimes I hoped the scene where we met could happen again.

It's crazy right? but I couldn't help it. He left with a part of me. I missed him, his presence and his constant teasing.

My life continued just like that, only Gracias no more Jude or a strange suspicious man.

Going through my books, I saw a drawing.

A picture of me tagged A002. A smile creased my face. "He drew this?" I asked but no one was there to answer me.

It bothered me, I couldn't hear from him. I hoped he was still alive so we could meet another day.

I spent most of my day drawing and writing to him. Letters that were never sent.

Only I knew the content, I filled them with memories and events that might seem silly but they were what made us.

Days passed, weeks passed and months, Jude didn't return. I guessed it was over. It pained me that I could never see his dangerous handsome face.

If there was ever a chance to meet again, I hoped to have a taste of his lips. I don't know but I wanted to kiss his lips, it looked so good. Even if I had to steal it, I wanted it.

I was gradually forgetting what my days without Jude was like. Even the tiniest moment alone felt suffocating.

He was really dangerous for me. I needed to forget him.

Lucy noticed my change in moods and speeches, she assumed I was in love but if I told her the story of how I met Jude, and what he was like. She'd absolutely help look for solutions to forget him.

I didn't tell her I refused to tell her.

I walked back that day.

At the alley, I saw a figure.

"Jude?" I called and he turned his back. It wasn't Jude but who was he? Jude never smiled like that. Then who was he if not Jude?

Jude ran over, my eyes fixed on his face. He didn't look as cold as he was months back.

Was he really Jude? I couldn't shake off the feeling he wasn't the Jude I longed for.

"Did you miss me?" He asked? As we walked into the apartment.

His hand was clinging to a blade. He never changed Gently he rubbed onto the blade

Why would Jude ask me that?

Looking at his face that close, a smile creamed my face.

"This guy always finds a way to scare me." I thought. But I didn't want to give him the chance to.

His eyes widened

"You dare smile?"

Quickly, I bent my head down. Hoping he would go his way, but no. He wasn't done teasing me. I stood there waiting to see what he would do.

He grabbed my hand, and then gently traced it on the blade. I swallowed hard, horrified, "what was this crazy guy going to do?" my face scowled.

"Did you miss me?" He asked again.

Was that even a question? I missed him of course but how could I ever admit it to him?

His gaze burned deep on my face. His stare intensified, I saw him gulped down his saliva.

But why was that?

"Did you really not miss me?." There was a hint of disappointment in his voice.

I smirked. "Why should I have missed you?" I questioned.

"Aren't you afraid?" He said.

"Why should I be?" I thought but I could never let him know I wasn't that terrified. He was like a crazy dog, but a crazy dog I longed for.

I smiled again, and his face widened. "You really don't know fear." He dropped my hand, his eyes glued to my lips.

Slowly, I licked my lips. I was daring him to kiss me. He turned his face away. "Don't do that." He warned, but that made me grin even wider.

"Was he captivated by my lips?" I thought.

I wanted to step on his legs, but I stopped immediately. What if he slit my throat?. I didn't care anymore.

I watched him tenderly hold my face in his palm. "If you smile again, I won't be nice," he said. His hand tracing my lips.

He looked like he would actually do something, "I wanted him to try but what if he did?"

I shook his hand away and tried getting my act together but I couldn't. I thought he'd kiss me forgetting he was holding a blade.

I stared at his hard built chest, I lowered my head immediately.

"Gosh that was crazy." I whispered underneath my breath but he heard.

"What did you say?" He asked coldly

As if this wasn't intimidating enough. I muttered "You are perfect." Subconsciously, realizing what I had said, I sprinted towards my room, but he held me.

"You said I am perfect?"

"No." I retorted

Looking at his grinning face."You were bold just now...what happened?" He said.

I drew back. "I shouldn't harbor improper thoughts, he is a dangerous guy." I thought. I never thought I would see this side of him. He was usually calm and domineering.

"A devil in human clothing." I whispered.

He caught my hand.

As if he knew what was on my mind. Gently he pulled me into his arms.

"Should we try something?" He smirked.

That creeped me off.

My breath quickened.

He lifted my chin with the tip of his finger, whispering into my ears. "I want to see how bold you are."

He carried me into his arms.

"What are you doing?" I asked, panicking.

He was so usual, his wording, his actions none seemed like him.

"Are you really Jude?." I asked, staring at him.

He scoffed. "You will know soon."

This guy is so insane. "Drop me." I shouted.

He dropped me just like that. I crashed to the hard floor. "What is wrong with an asshole?"

He stared at my twisted face, "Didn't you ask me to drop you?."

And he did? I shook my head in disbelief. This guy is nuts. I ran to my room, but he followed suit.

As soon as I closed the door, it couldn't close fully well. I tried again then I realized that someone was holding it. Was this guy haunting me? What does it want again? I thought.

Slowly he dragged open the door.

The moment he stepped inside, he seemed like a different person. His grinning, he was like a psycho. My heartbeat quickened.

He walked towards me. His every step was gentle but it spoke a lot.

I ran into the bed covering myself with the quilt. He creeps me.

I closed my eyes hoping he wouldn't do anything.

So skilled in intimidating, so skilled in seduction. I believe he must be good at ..." I held my thoughts. What was I thinking? My face burned.

He lifted the quilt, "Why is your face red?" I ignored him and turned my face to the other side of the bed.

He leaned closer whispering, "Do you want me?"

The look in his eyes was like he was going to explore soon.

"Yes...I mean No." Gosh. I didn't understand what came over, he moved closer, my heartbeat stopped.

After Jude dropped me off at school, my mind was occupied by him. Every single thought of mine was all about him.

I didn't know how he began to control my life the way he did. My thoughts and wants. I couldn't tell but one thing was certain. I believed he might also have a crush on me, he did things for me.

He was more attentive and attractive than before. I believed he might like me back even a little.

Who would have thought, it was all foul play? But were my emotions part of them? Did he never like me? not even for a moment?.

Returning home, different thoughts filled my mind. Possibilities, Who was Jude.? Why has he changed his strategy?

It was okay, I could show my love and affection slowly.

He never for once acted like he didn't know I had a thing for him.

Jude's hand was filled with a take out. Unlike him, he never cooked or gave me any cash to prepare what we eat.

This Jude was surprisingly different and suspicious. Do I like this new him? or the old him?

He looked less of a gangster, but the old him was a real bandit.

"You said you weren't feeling well, I guess you won't have the strength to cook dinner." He said.

I gasped, shocked at the display. "For real?" I thought in my head. "Gosh...this guy what is he planning next?."

Was he really the Jude I know?

"How did you know I wasn't feeling well?"

I questioned, not convinced.

He pointed to a written paper on the desk. "Wait, When did you return?" I was surprised.

He smirked, "I never left."

"That's a lie I said." standing up. If he never left, why did he make me wait and long for him day and night.?

"Then where were you.?" Hoping he would give me a definite answer but he didn't.

"He just sat there looking at the food." I turned to leave but he shouted. "You dare leave." His voice was cold like ice, it could bring someone to act in order.

I stood frozen, "Why are you acting up...because I am being nice?"

I couldn't answer, "What does it matter if you are being nice?" I shouted back.

I said and strode into the room, he ran after me and dragged me out.

"Do you like the naughty me, the cold me or this side of me.?"

"Haven't you always wanted me to be more understanding?." he asked hoping I'd understand him, but it made me even more mad.

But why was that? "You don't need to be nice to me or act out of your line for me, am not worth it...thanks for not killing me." I said and walked away angrily.

But he stopped me, "I saw you with that girl, Lucy ... .does she know you are living with me?"

I turned, "What are you scheming at?" my voice pierced. I never thought we would fight seeing him again.

I didn't want to be mad at him anymore, if only he could give me a kiss...I won't be mad anymore. I thought, staring at his lips, and how he was trying his best to get me to eat with him.

"I just want you to eat with me, he said." Standing up. His broad shoulder towering over me.

He held my face in his palm, gently he leaned in and kissed me.

My eyes widened in shock, "What are you doing?" I shouted.

Subconsciously I tried to slap him, but he held my hand mid way. He leaned in again.

But I ran to the seat. He smirked. My face turned red. I could never tell what was on his mind.