"Wait, I dont understand? So are you and my brother dating or not?" Francesca spoke whilst combing through her golden hair with one hand.

The Capetti's had came back yesterday, a week early due to a 'cannabis' incident with Evan. I couldnt help laughing when I had saw Evans face plastered with glee as he saw me.

I was now getting drove back home from the mall by Francesca, while Megan and Charlie sat in the back seat nattering away.

"We're nothing special" is all I said while sinking down in my seat.

Okay, so once we got home, Tate had basically asked me out, and I had technically said yes. But it still felt complicated, and good at the same time.

"Oh my god, so we're practically sisters now?" she screeched with her hands firmly on the steering wheel.

Rolling my eyes, she pulled into her drive way and laughed.

A blush started to rise to my cheeks as I saw Tate shirtless, and mowing the lawn.

Have you guys seen that diet coke advert when that hot guy is mowing the grass, and he takes off his shirt and the group of women just sit there with their mouths wide open? Yeah, that was us, minus one.

Francesca sat there pretending to throw up as Tate stretched his arms.

"If you're not keeping him, can I" Charlie said with amazement clear in her voice.

As we all began to laugh, we filed out of the car while clutching onto our shopping bags.

Walking over to him, he still hadnt noticed me, so I stood there awkwardly clearing my throat.

Tate peered over his shoulder and had turned off the lawn mower. He had shot me a wink before pulling me forward and squeezing me closely to his chest.

Am I dreaming right now?

"Hi" he spoke quietly into my ear while looking down at me.

Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, I quickly looked away before he had got a chance to see.

"You look like a tomato right now, you know that right?" Slapping my hands over my face, I muffled a laugh as he gripped onto me tighter.

As he whispered in my ear, I dropped my hands and hit him in the chest.

"I can't even repeat those words" I laughed.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw how Francesca and Charlie were mimicking Tate and I.

"Sooo not nothing special" Charlie chuckled while brushing back her sun kissed hair.

"I wanna show you something" Tate whispered as he began dragging me away from the others.

My eyes travelled down to my converse, and smiled so no one could see.

"Okay" Rising my head, he quickly shot me a wink before dragging me into his house.

That wink will be the death of me..

It felt like electricity ran through my veins when he would touch me in the slightest way, so could you image what I was feeling while he was holding my hand.

I looked around their now painted house, it looked much more homely. I still couldnt get around the fact that they actually moved from their almost mansion, to...here?

Gently tugging me so I stood infront of him, I stopped in my tracks and tilted my head backwards.

"Did you bring me here to have sex?." I said bluntly.

He mocked hurt by placing a faint hand over his chest, and slightly widening his greying eyes.

"You really think that low of me? I'm offended....-" Dropping his hand, the mock hurt dissapeared from his face, and a newly developed smirk appeared.

"-But, if you're okay with it, I certainly am" He said. He broke out in a low chuckle as I punched him on the arm.

"Pig". I laughed. Rolling his eyes, he shrugged his shoulders and began to cover my eyes with his hand.

"So remember that time you told me that you never liked any of that Cliché stuff? And that you'd rather get a goat than a dozen roses?-" Once he had opened the door, I pulled down his hand and jumped back at the sight.

"Tada" He said with a smile and a clap of hand.

"Tate! There's a freaking goat in your room!" Jumping behind him, I peeked from behind his arm and bit down on my lip.

When I had told him that, I didn't actually mean it. Who the hell buys a person a goat?

Tate freaking Capetti, thats who.

"I know, cool right?" He said as casually as possible. How was this even the slightest bit normal, dear lord jesus.

Happy valentines day...

here's a bloody goat.

"Tate, when I said that, I didnt actually mean that I wanted a goat. I meant I just wanted something original" I laughed as he slowly turned around and furrowed his eyebrows.

"You mean I stole a goat for nothing?" He said while throwing his hands in his hair.

"Correction-" Evan interupted as he stood behind us with a cup of coffee? and his signature tousled hair.

"I stole the goat, all you did was push me over the wall, and get my arm broken" He snapped with a hoarse throat.

Looking down at his pink cast, I looked up at a guilty looking Tate, who acted as if the ceiling was his priority right now.

"You stole me a goat!?" Hitting Tate in the chest, he looked down at me with a surprised expression, before pointing his finger towards Evan.

"You heard him, he's the one that stole it" Narrowing my eyes at Evan, I hit him on his good arm, making him wince in pain.

"I hope you're happy, you just hurt a cripple. Fucking devil child. " He spat while limping away in the other direction.

We heard a few grunts and 'ouches' before the only noise that was visible, was the baa'ing of the goat.

As we slowly turned back around, I poked him in the back as I watched the goat chew on the balls of paper on the floor.

"You know you're gonna have to return him?" Groaning, he ran a hand through his messy hair, and slightly banged his head on his wall.

"Giovanni!"

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Laying on my bed with Charlie beside me, I wiped away the tears of laughter that were  running from my eyes.

"im just saying, if Robert de niro asked me to share a night of passion with him, I wouldnt say no. Common, you cant tell me you wouldn't go there" She said in all seriousness in her voice.

Grimacing at her words, I grabbed my mint green comforter, and slammed it towards her face.

"You're gross" I said in a nasily voice.

"Grossly amazing" flinging the comforter off of the bed, she made sure her curlers were still intact by walking over towards my mirror.

As a crashing sound came from my window, Charlie ran towards me screaming her ass off.

She really did look like a complete weirdo with that bright pink face mask on.

Rushing to my broken window, I saw how the person had already jumped inside of their car and drove off within seconds.

"Asshole! " I yelled, knowing that there was no chance of them even hearing a fragment of what I said.

Scratching my head, I looked down towards the rock and saw a note attached to it.

I swear, kids practical jokes these days were getting way too over the top. Whatever happend to the simple knock door bunk? or even an annoying prank call?

Bending down, I picked it up and unravelled the note.

'This is only the beginning'

It read in newspaper cut outs. I narrowed my eyes and bit down on my bottom lip.Charlie was now stood over my shoulder so she could see everything.

Turning the piece of paper over, I saw how it had a website adress written down below.

Quickly opening up my laptop, I typed in the adress, and froze as I saw the three pictures on the first page.

'Thankyou for coming to 'LifeWrecker.com....enjoy.'

The first picture was of me on top of Kit's bed kissing him, the caption had just said 'slut' in bold writing. The second was of me kissing Elliot on the hood of someones car, that ones caption was 'Whore'. And the third which made my stomach clench, was of me and Tate in the forest of tree's, the caption read 'need I say more?

Charlie placed her hands on my shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze as she read what was below the three pictures.

"Which one do you think the slut will end up with? vote down below...dont forget to come back tomorrow at eight o'clock for more" As I kept scrolling I saw how there had already been 765 views on the website, and 455 votes for the poll.

I skimmed through the comments which I quickly regretted, as I saw some of the putrid things that the people had written.

'Girls like this disgust me #slut'

'Anyone have her number, she seems to be giving out pretty easy ;)'

'She has no respect for herself'

'Stupid ho's like these make us responsible women look bad''

Slowly closing the laptop down, I didn't even know what to say? What did I do now?

Feeling the tears burn my eyes, Charlie must had seen as she quickly pulled me towards her chest.

These people didnt even know me? I cant lie and say the pictures didn't look bad because infact, I looked exactly what those people thought I was.

Some slut.

But it still gave them no right to judge a person they knew nothing about.

Hypocrite.

"Don't get upset Carmela" Charlie gently said.

Oh I wasn't upset, I was furious, embarrassed, confused and completely fucked off, but not upset.

I hadn't even replied to her, I couldn't.

The only thing that was on my mind was the writing on that stupid note.

'This is only the beginning'