You thought there was no reason he picked on you... Well...

You were almost surprised at how good of a driver Josh was. He was almost immaculate in how he followed every traffic law to the letter. Every once in a while he would cast a glance your direction, the victorious smirk never leaving his lips. At every red light, his hand migrates down to your thigh, rubbing slowly, almost lovingly. That is the strangest part of it all. He hasn't said a word, hasn't shown any hostility, hasn't teased you about what you're wearing or what movie you were seeing. It was completely out of character.

The radio was set to some rock station, the volume low. He hummed along to a few of the songs absently, leaving you shifting uncomfortably in your seat. You were almost wishing for his teasing and harassment at this point. At least then something would have been normal. This drive couldn't be over soon enough.

About thirty minutes after leaving the theater, he finally turns into a driveway. The house is outside of the suburbs, surrounded by a large plot of land. Beyond the trees lining the long stretch to the building, the faint moonlight illuminates a scattering of horses and large barn. You had no idea he lived in a place like this-- you would have guessed he'd live in a fancy apartment somewhere downtown, considering the friends he keeps and the way he acted so high-and-mighty, holier-than-thou to everyone.He pulls to a stop in front of a house more befitting of your expectations. It's architecture seems Victorian, almost like being at a Southern plantation without being in a Southern state. Josh parks his truck in front of the barn, cutting the engine. However, he doesn't open the doors. Instead, he removes his seatbelt before leaning over you, pressing his lips to yours surprisingly gently. When he pulls back, your eyes are the size of dinner plates while he smiles, laughing a little at your reaction. The smile is almost genuine, sincere, in no way resembling the conceited smirk you were so used to seeing.

"Welcome to mi casa, Smarty," he says, a hint of his normal smirk entering his expression. He clicks your seatbelt free, allowing it to retract into the wall as he pulls away. Unlocking the doors, he warns, "We're way too far from anyone for running away to work out in your favor, so it's in your best interests to play nice." He opens his door, exiting the vehicle. You stare after him, not certain how to deal with the situation on a mental/emotional level. This was totally breaking your world right now.

You jump as the door next to you opens, looking out to see him reaching in to pull you out. Except, instead of dragging you out onto your own two feet, he picks you up, holding you bridal-style as he closes the door behind you before carrying you towards the house.

"It'll just be the two of us," he announces, shifting his grip to open the front door. "My parents live in the city. My grandpa left me this place in his will." You stare at him, wide-eyed, as he carries you up the stairs and down a hallway. "I always loved this place, and he knew I was the only one who'd actually try to keep it going and not sell it off to someone who'd make it a parking lot for the newest Walmart." Why in the hell is he telling you this? Telling you about his life? This makes no sense. It's almost as if he... actually... likes... you...

What the fuck--?

As he pushes into the last room down the hall and turns on the lights, you find yourself in a lovely bedroom with a king-sized four-poster bed-- which he lays you down on-- and elegant fireplace. When he straightens, however, the self-confident smirk was back on his features. You couldn't help a relieved sigh and slight smile-- finally, something normal. He laughs at your reaction.

"Now, then," he begins, leaving your side only to close and lock the door, "I hope you didn't think I was done with you yet." Your expression sinks along with your stomach.

"You already took my virginity," you mutter, forcing the words through your throat. "Do you really need more than that?"