Your boyfriend Justin's house was too far to walk, whenever you wanted to go you'd usually take a bus or your parents would drive you. This time was different, however. Your boyfriend's older brother, Rowan, had offered to pick you up 'cause he didn't have work that day.

Rowan was your local, edgy manwh*re. Trashy, kind of sketchy, kind of a loser. He was the type of guy to attend to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes and chicks rather than his family. Still, he wasn't a completely bad person. He worked to help his single mom to pay the bills, and he'd do favours for his family if they needed it even if he wasn't too reliable. Like now, for instance. Rowan had offered to pick you up, though, maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

Rowan pulled up in front of your house in his cheap, beaten up car. The window was open as a Green Day's 'Insomniac' CD blasted from his car's speakers. He had a cigarette placed between his long fingers, blowing a puff of smoke out the window, before he noticed you'd finally left your house.

"Fuckin' hell, took ya long enough." Rowan snickered as his gaze on your eyes shifted down to your attire. Your clothes, your body... Shit, he thought. His little brothers partner was hot as hell. Rowan let out a low wolf whistle, giving a small nod of approval.