I felt like shit. My head is pounding, my legs ache, my lungs burn, and most of all my heart hurts.

Maybe those extra twenty sprints wasn't such a good idea.

But after Monday's blog post and my sisters birthday a week from tomorrow, I could run the rest of my Saturday away.

I walk over to the bench where my gym bag is sitting and pull my phone out of the side pocket. Seeing a text from Collin I unlock my phone and reply.

I redo my messy ponytail, sighing dramatically. Who is at my house and why?

I sling my bag over my shoulder and tuck my basketball under my arm, saying a thank you to the janitor that let in.

I fish my keys out of a pocket in my bag and unlock Collin's truck that I've been using since the A.C. in my car crapped out.

"Harley?" A familiar voice catches my attention from a few parking spots down the row.

"Zeke right?" I ask as he walks over and leans against the bed of the truck.

"Yeah. Nate's friend."

I stiffen at the mention of him. "Right."

"So I heard you were getting your lip lock on with my best friend." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Okay fuck off douchebag.

I open the door angrily and slam it shut aggressively after hopping in.

"Wait Harley!" I jam the key in the ignition and the truck roars to life.

"Harley hold on wait up." He calls, his voice muffled by the window.

"I'm not going to sit here and have you judge me. So kindly fuck off." A camera flash catches my attention out of the corner of my eye.

I slowly get out of the truck and stand in front of Zeke.

"Zeke don't look, but over by the stairs is a person with a camera."

"The blog." He mutters lowly.

"Yes exactly. Let's give these assholes something to post on their blog. Now kiss me."

"What?! Why?!"

"I've got a plan shush."

"You're hot so whatever." I try not gag as he leans down and presses his lips to mine, but in order for my plan to work it had to look real. Isn't this like against bro code or some shit like that?

I run my fingers through his blonde hair and flip off the camera flashing with my right hand.

I pull away quickly, honestly disgusted with my plan that my freakish brain decided to come up with and dash after the large framed camera bitch.

I jump on the assholes back and as I've came to the conclusion that our stalker is of the male gender, I jam my heel into his nuts and I hop off his back before he can fall to the ground with a groan.

Nathan

My phone rings with the ringtone specially set for Zeke.

"Hello?" I answer the phone.

"Get your ass down here in the senior parking lot now."

"What? Why?"

"Harley just caught your stalker." How in the—

"Okay I'm on my way." I end the call and grab my keys off my desk and gently set Abigail in her carrier that doubles as a car seat.

After the 10 minutes it took to drive over to the school I pull in next to a truck, jump out and slam the door shut, cursing as Abigail starts crying.

Zeke walks over to me as I open the back door. Gently lifting the three month baby girl out of her car seat my best friend speaks up. "I can take her for a second."

I plant a kiss on her bald head and hand her over to Zeke, who cradles her carefully.

I spot Harley with a camera in her hands and a guy clutching his nuts and groaning.

"Harley!" I call and she turns, her face splitting into a small smile.

"Whatcha got there?" I peer over her shoulder, slightly amused and slightly mortified at the picture on the screen.

"Uh Harley?"

"It's not what it looks like." She sputters

"It looks like you kissed my best friend. And then went on to flip off the camera."

"Speaking of, do you know how to disinfect lips?" She quirks an eyebrow at me.

"So you did kiss Zeke?" My blood is boiling at the thought of her kissing other people. Especially Zeke.

"I did but it was disgusting. And all a part of my plan to catch this douche." She juts her thumb towards the guy on the ground.

Holy hell.

"I'm sorry it's just—" She starts

"No. Harley you caught this stalker and now we can use that against him."

"You're not mad?" She quirks an eyebrow at me, pure shock plastered across her face.

"Oh don't worry, I am, but now we're focusing on him." I point to the idiot still laying on the grass.

"You fucking bitch." The guy growls at Harley.

I can feel Zeke's stare on my back and I stomp my foot on the ground twice.

Our signal for record this.

She slides something in her back pocket before walking over to him and he stands up. Holy shit. That's River Davis.

Harley kicked River Davis in the nuts. River Davis as in record setting defensive tackle of our school River Davis. We're in deep shit now.

"Here's your camera back." She says sweetly.

He glares at her and the diverts his gaze to me. "Awe is our 'it' couple out and about again?" He coos mockingly.

"Well guess what." He starts bitterly. On impulse I step closer to Harley.

In the blink of an eye he slaps Harley across the face and tears well up in her eyes as she turns into me.

I wrap my arms around her protectively as her tears dampen my shirt and Zeke is already screaming at the bastard.

I hold her head close the my chest and press my cheek to the top of her head.

"I think we should get you home." I murmur.

She pulls away from my grasp, her eyes slightly red and her cheeks tear stained.

"Collin's truck is over—"

"You're not driving Harley. I'll drive you home." She simply nods numbly and follows me over to my truck where Abigail is sitting in her car seat, chewing on her toes, happy as a clam.

"Where'd that baby come from?" Harley pipes up, looking at me skeptically.

"Well you see, when two people love each other—"

"Shut up." Harley cuts me off. "I meant, why is there a baby in your backseat."

"Harley, this is my little sister, Abigail."

Harley

Little sister?

"Yeah. I know. It's not something anyone expected." He mutters.

This baby girl is seriously the most adorable child I've ever seen. Especially with the pink onesie and matching little beanie.

She laughs when Nathan waves at her and a ghost of a small smile appears on his face. I study him intently, quite astonished at the way he acts with her.

It's amazing how people act differently around the ones they care for.

"Harley do you have any athletic tape in that bag of yours?" Zeke mutters shaking his hand and wincing as his knuckles start to bleed.

"Oh um yeah." It takes me a few minutes to actually locate the tape but I do find it and wrap Zeke's hand.

"You didn't break his face or anything right?"

"Nah just a few bruises." Zeke shrugs like he didn't just pummel a guy. "I might be a douche but you don't hit women. That's just messed up."

We both sit in silence, watching Nathan play with Abigail. "He's different with her."

Zeke turns and looks at me. "She's his everything, Harley. Like you don't even know."
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Well that happened.........

Lots of info in this chapter? Any of you have a favorite part?

Well here's the Zeke man (I can't believe I just said that) for ya:

I'll be adding him to the cast list after I'm done here ;)

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