When I got into Alex's driveway, I didn't see anyone else's car which meant that I was the first one to arrive.

Good. That way I'd have time to get control on my eyes before anyone could say something.

I parked beside the huge garage so that my car wouldn't be in the way when everyone else got here and then took out all my stuff and walked towards Alex's house.

His house had this really modern vibe. It was square, with a lot of windows and balcony popping out of the structure. His parents were really into that contemporary stuff. The inside of the house held that same vibe, all the walls usually white or grey or beige, usually empty except for a abstract painting or something in that line. Everything had a set place, every vase, every table, every anything. It was a nice house, even thought I liked the more homey style of mine with its wood and warm colors and complete disorder.

I rang the front bell and then walked in without waiting for anyone to open the door. I was used to coming here.

"I'm here!" I yelled as I let my grocery bags fall in the entry, my backpack still hanging from my shoulders.

"Hello Lexi," I heard Alex's mom yell from the kitchen.

I walked over there, and found her in front of the central counter, the box of a cake mix in front of her eye, her glasses on.

"Hey! What's up?" I asked.

"I'm trying to bake that cake" she answered, frowning.

"You know you just have to add water, eggs and oil right? And then stir, and then put in a bowl and in the oven," I trailed off, already smiling.

Nathalie was always hilarious. She didn't know how to cook, like at all. It was always Anthony, Alex's dad, who cooked or even Alex sometimes.

Nathalie was really a nice mom. The way mine used to be years ago.

"Really? That simple? Why isn't that what's written on the box then?" she asked me, teasing. "I can't understand that cooking gibberish," she added, shaking her head.

I was laughing at that when Alex's walked in the kitchen and wrapped his arm around my waist, kissing the top of my head. "Hey Kitty."

I elbowed him.

"What was that for?" he exclaimed, laughing and dropped his arms.

"I don't know, maybe because I'm still mad at you for inviting Blake. Or just because I felt like it," I answered him and turned around and then stared at his very muscular and very naked chest for longer than appropriate.

"Put a shirt on in the kitchen," Nathalie told her son, stirring the cake mix but splashing it everywhere.

Alex laughed.

"Let me help you with that mom," he simply answered and walked around the counter to stand beside her.

"No, no, no," she started to say, shielding the bowl with her body "You're not touching my cake! I told your father I could do it on my own and that's what I'll do. I'm not losing the bet this time," she groaned.

Alex shook his head laughing and then looked at me.

"Got anything that needs to be put in the cooler?"

"My Pepsi," I answered enthusiastically, and he smiled with me.

I went back to retrieve the said Pepsi and then walked back in the kitchen and put my twelve cans box in the big blue cooler by the fridge.

"You're going to be sugar filled at the end of the night," Alex trailed, shaking his head in fake disapproval.

"Got a problem with that?"

"If you start rambling about McG destruction of the Terminator franchise, then yes!"

"But he did ruin it. Come on. That was John Connor. John Connor! In the first Terminator, Kyle said he just appeared out of nowhere when all hope was gone and then he taught them how to fight those moterphoquers. Did that look like that? Because speaking on a fracking CB isn't teaching how to fight endoskeletons. McG ruined Judgment Day for me," I babbled, mad.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Come on, the action and the special effects were awesome!"

"I don't care. He made John Connor into a fracking wuss. And stupid FOX cancelled The Sarah Connor Chronicles," I whined. "That was like the best show ever!"

"Alright, alright, I got it. Now, and all two hundred other times you talked about this."

"I died the day they cancelled that show," I mumbled, which got Alex laughing.

"Come on now, you'll survive. And I have to get my things downstairs and start putting everything in my truck before Judgment Day."

I followed Alex to his room and then fell on his bed, over its dark gray bedspread.

"I saw my mom at the grocery store," I whispered to him, while he was taking his sport bag to put clothes in it.

He stopped and dropped everything, walked over and sat beside me.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes concerned.

"I don't know. I... I mean, she's my mom, but right now. I don't know," I breathed. I couldn't even make sense of it in my head.

Alex stroked my hair and gave me another kiss on top of my head.

"Can I do anything about it?"

"Help me build my time machine?" I offered.

"Fine. And then we can prevent McG's ruining of the Terminator franchise," Alex teased me and then gave me a hug.

"I'm still mad at you for inviting Blake you know," I told him frowning when he got back up.

"Yeah, I know..."

"And put a damn shirt on!"

Later on, as we were walking down the stairs, the front door rang.

I went to answer it, while Alex left for the kitchen to retrieve the cooler.

I opened the door to Mark, Catherine, Janna and Dwayne.

"Hey guys!" I smiled.

I was glad Catherine and Janna were there. I knew it was many girls dream to be alone with a team of football players, but let's just say that was not the safest thing you wanted to do, for your sanity that was. You needed at least one girl; otherwise you'd hear things that could kill your grandmother.

"Guess what I have in my pick-up truck?" Mark asked me, with a sparkling smile.

"You didn't!"

"Yes I did!"

"Dirt bike?"

"Correction my child, dirt bikes, as in two!"

I clapped my hands together and then Dwayne and Mark walked inside to find Alex probably.

"So, how are you doing?" Catherine asked me, with a warm smile.

I like Mark and Catherine. Oddly those two almost felt like parents for me.

"I've been better..."

"Don't worry, we're going to have fun at the Creek" Janna smiled too.

The boys came back, towing the cooler.

"My god Alex, what the hell did you put in that thing!" Mark breathed, holding the other end.

"Strict essential!"

"Your strict essential weighs more than my Aunt Dorothy and she needs to have her stomach stapled! Little help here!" Mark asked, but Dwayne kept laughing behind, not showing any signs he would.

I opened the door for them and moved out of the way.

When Alex and Mark set the cooler on the front porch, two cars drove in.

The twins got out from the first, and Justin and Peter from the other.

"My precious little queeeens!" Dwayne yelled at them.

"Dwayne, can you try not being fabulous this early in the morning? It's too much for my gentle heart," Trevor yelled while Cameron took their bags and cooler out.

Justin and Peter were hitting each other with their bags as they walked up to us. Those two were almost like brothers.

"Dirt bikes!" Cameron yelled in a really high pitch voice when he saw Mark pick-up.

That got us all laughing.

We were all gathered on the porch, now, the guys putting more stuff in the coolers, saying that they definitely wouldn't have enough with ten packs of twelve hot-dogs.

"Have you talked with Vanessa lately?" Catherine asked me.

"I talked with her yesterday," I answered, and then thought about Blake belly dancer stunt.

Little bitch.

"How is she doing?"

"Good, I mean I know she misses it here, but it's a great opportunity for her," I trailed.

"Sure is. She's very talented." Catherine smiled.

"She is," I agreed.

Alex, Mark and the twins went around the house to go get the barbecue while we waited for everyone else.

Dwayne came behind Janna and wrapped his arms around her.

"So girls, should we be expecting some sort of fight in the mud today? You know for our entertainment. I think I've been a really good boyfriend and I need a reward for that," Dwayne said teasingly, squeezing her more tightly his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Dwayne! You moron," Janna exclaimed but then laughed.

Those two had started to date at the beginning of our summer vacation, and I was glad for them. I knew Janna had a crush on him for a while. And they seemed happy and just always adorable together.

"The only thing close to a fight in the mud you'll get Dwayne is me pushing you in it," Catherine told him rolling her eyes but then laughed.

I was glad to be out with those guys. I was going to have fun, I knew it, and I was already forgetting about the grocery incident.

Peter and Justin came to sit on the coolers their clothes all dusty with sand for fighting in the drive way.

That's when Clark's old Jeep, without the top on drove in, followed by a red Yaris.

"What the hell?" I asked.

In the red car there were two girls. Two platinum blonde girls. One of them being Stacey.

Shawn and Clark got out of the car and waited for the two girls.

"What's up with the entourage?" Dwayne yelled and I muffled a laugher, along with everyone I think.

The two girls scowled and I recognized the other blonde as Miriam, one of the cheerleaders from school.

"We brought some friends along, I hope you don't mind?" Clark said and at the same time, Alex, Mark and the twins were back with the barbecue.

Alex's eyes narrowed. Miriam had kind of stalked him for a while last year and I knew he was uncomfortable around her.

"Karma!" I yelled at him and everyone eyed me suspiciously.

That's what you get when you invited in our car the guy who's annoying me, you get your own personal stalker.

"You'll be driving them?" Alex asked, while the twins put the barbecue in the back of his Jeep and Mark walked to Catherine.

And then the two girls gasped.

"We're not going in that unfinished Jeep! What about our hair?" Miriam whined.

That surprised Clark.

Ha ha!

"Come on, it's just to get to the Creek." Shawn said.

"And what about dust? And bugs! They could fly right in our mouth!" Stacey whined.

"Worried about what they get in their mouths," Dwayne whispered shaking his head.

I giggled a little.

"How are you planning on getting them there, now?" Alex scowled.

"Maybe there's room in your car?" Miriam trailed batting her eyelashes.

I wanted to laugh in her face. If only she knew how useless her attempts always were.

"You know what? You can split up and fill those fifth empty seats," he answered and then turned away from her.

Ha ha!

Few minutes later Connor and Fred's cars drove in and then Peter and Justin started to put their stuff in Connor's pick-up trunk along with Fred.

"I hope Jimmy's been able to get his dad truck," Alex mumbled beside me stating everyone's worry.

And then we heard the sound of an engine.

Everyone looked at the car that was driving in.

That wasn't Jimmy's dad car.

"Sorry guys I really couldn't have it, the engine isn't done yet," Jimmy said sheepishly as he got out of his two door sports car.

"Shit," I heard Alex said.

We could never fit in the cars now with Shawn and Clark arm candies.

Davis drove in seconds after.

"Alright, we have to think about this," I said to Alex.

"We're going to have to completely change the cars arrangement," Alex breathed, his hands running over his face in discouragement.

"We can't put Jimmy and Connor in the same car," I trailed.

"And Davis will never fit in Connor's car with the four guys," he added.

"Okay, so let's put Davis with Mark, Catherine Dwayne and Janna."

"That's one full car."

I had still been thinking about a way to make Alex pay for inviting Blake and now I had an idea.

"Okay guys," I announced, not consulting Alex, "Trevor, you go with Connor, Davis you go with Mark and then Cameron, Jimmy, Miriam, and Stacey can go with Alex," I said and I smirked a little

"What about you? And Blake?"

Oh crap.

"Okay, then I can go with Connor instead of Trevor." Damn it, I had been thinking about making Alex suffer a little. I hadn't thought about where I would be sitting.

"No, no! You know what I like that idea, plus Clark's Jeep is pretty tight! You and Blake can go with them," Alex said with a satisfied little grin.

Craaaaaaap.

Why hadn't I thought about that? Why hadn't I thought about who I would be stuck with?

Shawn, Clark and Blake? The worst trio ever!

But everyone seemed fine with these arrangements and it didn't feel like they would change.

Fraaaaaaaack.

What had I been thinking?

I shot myself in my own foot.

Blake Escalade got in the driveway just then, at full speed, making sand spin everywhere and then he stopped the car fast, making marks in the gravel.

Talk about entrance.

Not only was I completely mad with having to spend the whole ride with him and the two other pervs, I was a little worried about the way I should act with him now. Sure, he came over last night and it was actually kinda fun in the end, but he was still a complete and utter jackass. He was still Blake.

Yawning, he got out of his car, stretching his arms, the hood of his black hoodie on his head, the sleeves pulled back to the middle of his forearm.

He looked hot. I felt kind of bad admitting that in my head m, but it wasn't like it wasn't a known fact. He never would have been this popular with girls if he didn't look the way he did.

And I still dislike him.

"You're late!" Alex yelled.

"Ask me if I give a shit," Blake answered and then walked to the back of his car.

Well someone is in a crappy mood!

"Looks like Blake didn't get happy last night," Clark said and elbowed Shawn.

"Don't annoy me Clark, or else I'll tell everyone you made out with your cousin on your fifteenth birthday..." Blake said and then covered his mouth, his eyes evil "Ooops! My bad..."

"You made out with Haley?" Davis gasped.

Haley was Clark bikini model cousin.

"No, he made out with Sue! You know, chubby, stubbles, acne, bad perm and all Sue," Blake answered, while he opened the back of the Escalade, and took out two packs of beer one stack on top of the other.

Mean. Also, like cousin, so ew, but still mean.

"I was drunk," Clark snarled.

"Keep telling yourself that," Blake laughed.

"You're so dead Eaton," Clark said and charged at him.

"Woah, woah, woah, I got the beers my friend, wouldn't want to lost any of it now, would you?" Blake informed him, smirking.

Cameron and Trevor walked up to the car and both brought other packs of beer out.

"How much beer do you guys need?" I said and rolled my eyes "We're not attending a booze-up!"

Blake was just feet away from me when I said that.

"You're right, if we wanted to attempt a booze-up, I would have brought Sour Puss for you," Blake said smirking and then set the beers on the porch.

I glared at him.

"You are not allowed to talk about that party you moron! I still haven't forgotten about that uncalled punch," Shawn said, walking up to him.

"Oh it was so called. You had sex with... eh... Cynthia? Anyway, rules are rules!"

"Yeah well, you interrupted a nice moment, right Le–" Shawn said turning to me but then stopped because of the glare I was giving him.

Mental note to myself: When I build a time machine, remember to go back to Shawn sixteenth birthday party and prevent myself from drinking, or simply going for that matter.

"I don't think she enjoyed it," Blake smirked.

"That's not how I–"

"BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT UP," I snapped, cutting Shawn.

"Aren't we touchy today, Pumpkin?" Blake smirked again.

"Don't you Pumpkin me, you jackass," I told him in an angry voice but only got a chuckle in reply.

If this was the way things were going to go during the car ride, maybe I should just walk all the way there.

My crappy mood seemed to come back even more forcefully.

"Okay! It's almost one thirty now! We're leaving," Alex yelled beside his car, the two fawning girls on his feet.

Ha ha.

But then I wasn't laughing anymore because I was walking towards Clark's car.

"Aren't we going in Alex's car?" Blake asked me frowning.

"Change of plans. You're coming with us," Clark said with a wicked smile.

Damn it.

"SHOT GUN!" Shawn yelled making sure he kept his front seat.

Great, just great. Well either way, anyone I was going to sit beside in that car was going to be annoying. Maybe Blake would behave.

Clark started his car and then this awful song started to play. Actually it wasn't a song. It started saying "What can I get for ten dollars... anything you want," and then there was really explicit moaning and the afterwards the singer started to sing, "me so horny," over and over again.

What the... what?

If I survived that car ride, I would deserve some kind of medal or something. "Like my music Lexi?" Clark asked me smugly.

"It reflects you perfectly," I replied snippily.

Clark seemed to find this very funny.

Alex's Jeep was in front leading the way to the trail, and then there was Mark's truck and then Connor's truck and finally Clark's Jeep.

The wind was warmer now, and I tried to tune out everything around, to forget about who I was with.

This ride wouldn't last forever. And then we would be at the Creek and I could ignore all of them.

I usually did.

We reached the dirt trail, which was fairly close to Alex's house and then we were in the forest.

"So what were you up to last night? You found a better party to crash?" Clark asked Blake.

I waited for the lie he would surely tell. I mean, come on! Would Blake-the-Player tell everyone he spent his Friday night watching re-run of a football game with Lexi, her disturbing brother and her slightly out of it dad?

I didn't think so.

And I didn't particularly want anyone to know about it. I had a reputation to maintain. My disliking of Blake was a known fact.

"No, actually I was busy elsewhere. I believe little missy on my left owed me," Blake trailed and then he smirked at me.

Oh no, he didn't!

Shawn turned around to stare at us and then grabbed Clark's arm, "dude, stop the car now!"

And Clark did, making my head crash into the front seat in the process.

"What the hell," I said but they weren't listening to me.

"Are you implying that you two... that you two... did you..." Shawn started to babble.

"Get in her pants?" Blake asked innocently and I scowled at him.

"Did you?" Clark who seemed particularly interested in this conversation too, asked.

"Well I definitely got on top of her."

Oh. My. God. He hadn't not just said that.

"You dick," I yelled and punched him on the shoulder.

"What? You wanna see it?" Blake smirked.

"Oh my god, Blake! Just shut up," I snapped and punched him again.

"Does that answer your questioning?" Blake then asked the two guys in front, still looking just as amused. How could he find this amusing? It was not amusing.

"Sort of," Shawn answered and then Clark started to drive again, and he added, "when you said on top of her what did you mean?"

Blake, still grinning like an idiot turned his head and looked at me.

"If I say something right now, are my balls in any danger?" Blake asked.

"Depends..." I trailed, my eyes glaring.

"On what?"

"Are you willing to put your balls in the line to know?"

That made Blake chuckled. "I'm already having so much fun and we haven't even reached the Creek yet," he said shaking his head.

We all felt silent then, the only sound coming from the stereo, some other really explicit song going along the lines of "Girl you're nasty, kiss me, kiss me, now she wanna lick me..."

Out of all the songs in the entire world, why did Clark have to only pick crude ones? What did he need to prove?

I turned my head towards the forest and stared outside.

"Anyway you really missed a great party. You should have seen Jessica last night. That girl knows how to move that hot ass of hers," Shawn finally said in front.

Wow, reaaaaaaally appropriate and not problematic at all.

"And flash her boobs! Nicest tits at that party," Clark added in a thoughtful voice.

And it got better. Wow, just wow. Clark and Shawn really did nothing good for their gender.

"So what's the deal between you and Stacey?" Shawn asked Blake.

Alright, that might be a little interesting. I was a little curious about that fact.

"Nothing really," Blake said with a shrug. "What's the deal between you and Stacey?"

"Well I want to have fun tonight," Shawn said with a proud smirk.

"Thought Davis said no whiny girls," I mumbled.

I thought the guys were ignoring me but Clark turned his head a little towards me and said, "but there are times where whiny girls are pretty convenient if you know what I mean," and wiggled his eyebrows.

Classy, real classy.

"Have you ever slept with Stacey?" Blake asked, ignoring Clark's comment.

"No," Shawn answered.

"Well brace yourself mate because you won't ever again, unless you're pass out drunk."

What?

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clark asked.

"Girl's boring," Blake answered with a yawn.

"Then why were you trying to do her again in the seminars?"

Blake shrugged again. "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

Once again, reaaaaaaal classy.

"Are you serious dude?" Shawn wondered, panicking a little. Serves him right.

"Yep! You just brought the worst one night stand you could find," Blake happily told him and gave him two thumbs up. "Have fun tonight!"

And then another song started to play, with an old eighties feeling to hit, but the lyrics were plain crude repeating over and over again something that rhymed with shock my stick while I rock that mass.

"Oh my god! Seriously Clark! Don't you have anything else to listen to?" I whined. Anything, really anything. Silence would be so much better.

"Sorry babydoll, I don't," he answered smugly.

Blake shook his head finding this very funny, but then reached for his jeans back pocket.

"Here," he said lending me the earphones plugged to his iPhone. I frowned at him. "It's not going to eat you, you know," Blake laughed.

I took them reluctantly, afraid there was some kind of trick to this.

Blake tapped on the screen quickly and then he asked me, "What do you listen to?"

"Eh, I don't know, a lot of things..." I answered, feeling a little bit on the spot. Suddenly I had forgotten about every single singers and band I knew and loved.

"Alright, I have something," Blake smiled evilly and then Little Peggy March I Will Follow Him started to play. "Try not to sing too loudly this time," Blake said wickedly.

I frowned at him, put was still grateful for the break from Clark's crude songs.

When the song was over, Blake gave me his unlocked iPhone. "Pick whatever you want," he told me, absentmindedly and then looked to the left, at the forest.

I looked down at his iPhone and frowned. His screen saver was odd. It was a picture of two young boys, one arm around each other shoulders, in front of a yard, their clothes dirty with mud.

I was too curious not to ask, "Are these your kids or should we keep young children away from you?"

"As much as it touches me to see you have such high expectations on my procreative abilities, I couldn't be the father of a six and eleven year old and I'm not even going to dignify the second part with an answer."

"Alright so who are they?"

He took a second to answer. "That's me," he said pointing to the younger boy and I could clearly recognize him now, "and that's my brother," he added pointing to the other kid.

"Hmm, didn't know you had a brother. He didn't come to our school right?" I asked. For some reason, Blake kinda screamed only child. I never expected him to have a brother. There was just something about the way he acted and how he was in general that just didn't make me think he had any siblings.

"No..." Blake simply answered.

"So what he stayed back in London, or Milan or whatever?"

"Yeah that's it, he stayed backed..." Blake answered back and yawned.

He didn't look like he was going to say more so I figured I shouldn't press it. "That's a crappy screen saver. I mean, the least I expected from you was a naked girl," I finally told him, trying to tease him a little. I didn't know why, it felt like something I should be doing.

"Disappointed with my screen saver! Alright, what's yours?" Blake said one eyebrow raised.

"Oh my screen saver rocks," I answered smugly.

"Oh yeah? Well show it to me Pumpkin," he asked with a grin.

I scowled at the nickname, but then took my phone out of my pocket and showed it to him.

"Pooky?" Blake asked, an evil smile forming on his lips.

"Pooky rocks for your information! It's the cutest teddy bear on the face of the Earth," I explained.

"Cute but mute right? The way every guy wants their girls," Blake said and then his eyes light up. "Oh my god! I just found your pet name. Hell, I'm so calling you Pooky."

"Don't call me Pooky!" I threatened him.

"Sure sure Pooky, whatever makes you happy. Ha ha! That rhymed," Blake said excitedly, making no sense.

I glared at him a little, but then found it completely useless to keep arguing with him, so instead I dropped my eyes on the iPhone and looked through the songs he had on it.

I had to admit, the guy had pretty decent taste in music.

I was in his most listened songs and I played Phantom Planet's Dropped because I really love that song. I was kind of creep out with the fact that Blake had so many songs on his phone that I loved.

I tried to ignore that realisation And just enjoy the good music and the break from Clark's murder-for-the-ear-crap he called music.

I scroll down Blake's playlist and then my eyes caught Time Is Running Out.

I liked that song a lot and let it play but then I thought about something.

"So you like Time Is Running Out?" I asked him turning down the volume.

Blake looked at me like I was one of the dumbest persons in the car, which considering who I was sitting with was kind of sad, then took one of the earphones and put it in his ear.

"That song is like bliss for the ears."

"Does that have anything to do with Twilight or something?" I asked him, smiling wickedly.

"No, that doesn't have anything to do with Twilight. That has something to do with Muse being one of the best bands on the face of the Earth," Blake answered almost mad, his eyes narrowing.

"Touchy, touchy," I said smiling even more. "It's fine if you like Twilight you know." I had to admit, teasing Blake totally had its perks. It was quite amusing.

"Muse. Greatest band!" Blake said again, tapping his iPhone where it showed the cover of the CD.

"Oh I bet you're a Twilight diehard fan. I can totally picture you sleeping out to be one of the first to get the books. How many times did you go see the movie at the theatre?" I kept on going. He was totally getting worked up and I was enjoying it. It was his time to freak out and be annoyed.

"I don't give a shit about Twilight," Blake said anger deep in his voice.

I could cackle internally. "I bet you threw the book across you're room when Edward left, didn't you Blakie?"

"I swear if you don't drop it I'll take my iPhone back and you'll be stuck listening to Shawn and Clark comparing the pros and cons of oral sex."

"There are no cons in oral sex!" Clark said in front.

"Yeah if you're the one having it done to! And that can even be argued with," Shawn added.

I just ignored both of them. "Who were you rooting for? Edward or Jacob?" I kept pressing.

"That's it," Blake said and then he took the iPhone out of my hands and pulled the other earphone back.

"Hey! You know, if it wasn't true you wouldn't get so worked up with it," I told him frowning, but totally pleased with myself.

"Sorry? Are you saying something? I can't hear you over the sound," Blake said smirking.

"If you had been with what's-her-name-chick you'd know Clark! Seriously. Some girls just don't think about their teeth," Shawn said.

Oh my fracking god.

"Blake! Blake!" I started to say in a panic, shaking him his arm, like a petulant kid trying to get the attention of their parents, "I'm sorry. Please I take the Twilight comments back. Please, I can't listen to this!"

Blake just smirked.

"You know babydoll, this could be useful for you. Maybe with our advice you'd finally know what to do and your precious Alex might consider taking you back," Clark said in front and then red hot anger boiled in me. Pure hatred and rage.

That was so uncalled for. He had no idea why Alex and I weren't together, no idea. And it certainly had nothing to do with skills and everything to do with being the wrong gender. And I was damn tired of having people assume anything they wanted when it came to our break up.

But before I could do or say anything Blake slapped Clark on the back of the head, so hard that his forehead banged on the steering wheel.

"What the hell?" Clark yelled, the car coming to an abrupt stop right at the bottom of a cliff.

"You asked for it" Blake answered, bored.

"I'm driving here! I could have crashed in a tree!"

"How about less whining, less messed-up advice giving and a little bit more driving?" Blake asked, exasperate.

Clark started to drive again, scowling, putting another crude song louder, but I ignored it.

Instead I looked at Blake frowning. Why had he just done that? No one ever had my back when it came to my relationship with Alex. Even Alex usually just stared at the ground or left when people talked about our break up.

"What?" he asked me.

"Nothing... I mean... thanks," I said, a little confused.

"You're welcome," Blake answered, half smiling for a second and then he turned his head again.

Why had he just done that? I would have expected him to join the fest instead of stopping Clark.

But before I could think too much about it, we had reached the top of the hill and now the forest only surrounded a great meadow with the dirt trail in the middle. The grass was pretty high, someplace reaching my thighs. And at the end of the dirt road, the meadow stopped and dropped. And there was the Creek and the bottom of it, another forest behind it at its level, but when you looked at it from here, it was really one of the prettiest scenes I had seen, especially when the sun would set behind the trees.

We parked beside the three other cars, and then we were all out, looking around us, already enjoying our little sanctuary.

"Alright, now the party can begin," Alex announced.
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