I LOST.

I freaking lost.

When I was gleefully tearing the streets, I forgot to check just how much fuel was left in my Harley Davidson. I was just past the corner at the end of the street where Wesley's house was when my usually trusty bike sputtered for a few moments.

"Come on, come on," I muttered under my breath, desperately revving the engine only to face silence.

From where I was, Wesley was still nowhere to be seen. The entire street was deadly silent as the morning sun roamed across the sky, set within the azure of the heavens. For miles, fluffy white clouds dotted the area as I squinted into the sunlight. Though the rays of the sun were beating down unforgivingly on the gravel road, the silence was still pounding louder than any noise could.

"Well, it could be worse." I shrugged. "At least Wesley's not catching up yet."

Just like that, the heavens decided to prove me wrong. I heard the engine of Wesley's motorcycle before I saw his silhouette. He was riding like a madman, appearing out of nowhere and speeding past me. With a helmet on for safety precautions, I almost couldn't recognize him, and I wasn't too sure if it really was him until he stopped a few meters away.

"Having trouble there, princess?" He taunted, and I imagined he was smiling.

"I wouldn't mind a ride." I shrugged with an unsure laugh, crossing my fingers behind my back and praying that he would forgive my cheating ways and help me out. The supermarket wasn't that far away, but pushing my bike all the way down the street in the blazing heat of the sun wasn't exactly favorable.

"Darling, you're the one who left me back in the house struggling to put my jeans on properly." Wesley shook his head playfully before facing the ahead. "You're on your own, baby doll." Without another word, the engine of his motorcycle roared to life, and he tore down the streets, leaving me coughing in the dust.

It was a painful half an hour. After dragging my bike down two blocks and parking it in a Wal-Mart parking lot, I found Wesley leaning against the trolleys with a gleeful grin on his face.

"That wasn't fair!" I stomped my way over to him as he burst into a fit of laughter.

"You left me desperately trying to race up to you before your Harley died! How was that unfair?" Wesley smirked, folding his arms across his chest.

"'Cause my Diablo hasn't eaten his lunch yet!" I scowled, grabbing a trolley and steering beside Wesley.

"You named your bike devil in Spanish?" Wesley laughed as my scowl deepened. "That's got to be the biggest joke of the century."

"Shut up. You're the biggest joke of the century." I snapped and hopped into the trolley, folding my legs. "I'm tired. Push the trolley. Thanks." I folded my arms across my chest as Wesley continued his hyena laughter. He pushed the trolley into the giant mart. As we went through aisle after aisle, I randomly grabbed snacks and looked for good ice cream. And by good ice cream, I mean Ben & Jerry's, of course.

"Damn you push like a grandma," I commented, grabbing more bags of Lays.

"Maybe because you weigh like mine." Wesley huffed, and I scowled. Though I loved Granny Jerald, that was just offensive.

I racked my brain for a good comeback but ended up with none. "I do not! You just don't appreciate a good body anymore." I pouted like a child when Wesley burst into another fit of laughter.

"You're getting weaker in the comeback section, dearest. I think your days without cheerleading is weakening you." He reached forward and patted my cheeks, but I jerked away, still frowning.

"Stop insulting me then!" Luckily, we had reached the ice cream aisle, and it made me momentarily forget about what a giant prick Wesley was and pounce over the side of the trolley to grab tubs of sweet Ben & Jerry's. When I was about to grab my sixth tub, Wesley's annoying voice broke the silence.

"You do know that you're paying for that right?"

I hit him in the arm with two of my favorite ice cold men.

***

Aisle after aisle, my butt was getting sorer, and I switched position once again in the darn trolley. Wesley was pushing the damn thing as if he was taking his own sweet time strolling in the park, and he was doing it on purpose, knowing that I couldn't wait to get home with my frozen tub of goodness.

Scowling, I glared at Wesley. "Can't you push this thing any faster?"

"I didn't take you for the rough type, babe." Wesley winked at me.

I scowled. "You need holy water. And bleach. And tons and tons and tons of help for your brain and heart, Wesley Jerald. Even with that, I doubt the heavens can purify your thinking."

"Only the best for my dearest."

Fighting a small grin, I turned back and leaned against the trolley. As we passed the checkout, the cashier gave me a quizzical look as I popped my chewing gum, raising my eyebrow at her. She didn't question me but kept her eyes fixed on me the entire time she was scanning the products.

When I finally got out of the trolley, my legs were already numb, and I slowly limped my way toward my Diablo, deciding on pushing it all the way back home.

"You coming?" Wesley popped on his helmet after he put our goods securely in place. I shook my head, gesturing to my own bike.

"I can't leave my bike here. Someone might steal it. I'll catch up with you later." With that, I pushed the bike out of the parking lot and down the street toward the gas station.

After refilling the bike, I decided for a little time by myself around the neighborhood. The feeling of the wind against my hair was so exhilarating, doing absolute wonders. I didn't bother with the helmet, allowing the wind to caress my cheeks as I went faster and faster. After a while of driving aimlessly, I stopped by an abandoned factory. Curiosity, as always, got hold of me, and I got off my bike and walked inside.

Graffiti adorned the walls, but each of them was beautiful, a real piece of art. I traced the dried paint with my fingers as I wandered further into the deserted building, my footsteps echoing behind me.

"Now you know what's the real story, you'll be more careful in the friends you chose." A voice echoed past the dark halls, making me stop in my tracks.

"I don't know...The girl was a brunette. She is a blonde."

"Can't a girl dye her hair?" The first voice sounded smug.

"Well, she was absent for a few days after that. It is her, isn't it? God. I can't believe I trusted her!" Summer's voice rang clear in the air, and my heart stopped.

"It's okay. I'm here for you now. Now you know why I did what I did." Charlotte's voice was smug, victorious even. I felt my heart constrict when I finally realized what they were talking about.

I dashed out of the building and onto my bike and tore down the street to go home, to return to Wesley. I couldn't believe my ears; I felt betrayed. Charlotte was smarter than what I gave her credit for, and Summer dumber. I thought she had at least left me with three things, but I was down to two.

She took Summer away from me as well.

Rage consumed me as I raced down the deserted road.

Blinded by emotions, I drove without care, tearing down the streets wherever the roads led me. My eyes stung with tears, each droplet filled with unconcealed rage at the injustice I've been served. Throughout the drive, my mind was nowhere on the road before me and it soon led to a disastrous lesson. I first heard a loud blare of another vehicle's horn before my vision turned so bright that I was blinded. That was immediately followed by a shroud of sudden darkness.

And then, nothing.

Cover by: @what-ser-name.