He continues, "Sometimes when we're in bed she'll be reading and she'll make these little moaning sounds..." he's trying not to laugh and were all cackling with him.

Lucy jumps off the truck, takes her heels off, and starts stalking him like he's her pray. "I swear to G.o.d, Cameron Aladdin Gordon! You better shut your mouth or I won't put out for the next year!"

"ALADDIN!!" we all yell and erupt in fits of laughter.

For some reason Cam thinks it's a good idea to keep talking... "She reads these books right..." he keeps walking backwards around us while she follows, occasionally reaching her hand out to cover his mouth, but he keeps slapping her hands away. She's fuming, but behind that, a smile is trying not to slip. She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I'm not joking boys, they're like, full on p.o.r.nographic. Talking about silky shafts and veiny d.i.c.ks and s.h.i.t," Logan is now on the ground holding his side from the pain of laughing too hard.

"Sometimes she'll be reading, then all of sudden she'll put her book down and look at me like she wants to eat me, literally eat me!" he yells, laughing harder, still swatting away her hands that are trying to shut him up, "I mean, I don't mind it, not at all. It's hot as f.u.c.k. And she wants to try everything she reads in these books. Like... everything. She learns everything from these books... so I don't give a s.h.i.t when, or how much she reads, I get the rewards."

My face is buried in Jake's neck to stop the hyena laugh bubbling up my throat. Logan's still rolling around on the ground. Heidi is wiping tears from her eyes. Even Dylan has his head thrown back, his body convulsing with silent laughter. Jake's deep rumble chuckles are so close to my ear, I can feel his breath.

Cam continues, running faster away from her, "The other week she even let me do her in the a-"

Lucy squeals.

We burst out laughing even harder. Her face is red now and she's given up trying to catch him, she stands defeated. He strolls over to her and she slaps him hard across the face. We all quieten, but the giggles are still there. We stare at them... waiting... then Cam says, "Yeah, baby! You know I like it rough!" and throws her over his shoulder and heads into the bushes with her screaming, upside down, punching his back.

30 minutes later they're back and changed out of their prom clothes. It's obvious what just happened.

Where the f.u.c.k did they go? I look over in the direction they came from and see lights on in a little wooden cabin.

"Where the f.u.c.k are we?" I ask. They all chuckle.

"This is my families property," Lucy says, sitting back down on the truck bed. "We live on like, a billion acres or something. My dad built that cabin for when I wanted to escape. I have 6 younger brothers and my mom pa.s.sed a few years back, so it's just me. They can't hear s.h.i.t from the main house. I practically live there, Cam too."

"Your dad doesn't mind you out here by yourself... or with Cam?" I ask, c.o.c.king an eyebrow at them.

"My dad acts naive, he thinks Cam leaves every night. I'm his only daughter, as far as he's concerned all I do is study and read books. He probably doesn't want to think too much about it. It's not like I'm a crack head, tattooed and pierced goth or anything," she shrugs. "Would you worry if I were your daughter?"

"Probably not," I say, "but if I knew you were a lady in the street and a freak in the bed, I'd have my doubts."

They all crack up.

Logan goes to an iPod dock that's sitting in the truck and plays Yeah' by Usher, when Ludacris says the lady in the street...' line during his rap, we all yell it. Logan knows the entire rap word for word. We all stand up and dance around like fools, thinking we actually have moves like Usher, trying to pop lock, but looking like were having epileptic fits, even Dylan gets in on it.

The songs fades to an end and were standing in a circle, Heidi raises her beer, "To good friends, and new ones," she says, winking at me. We all take a sip.

"To finding the perfect girl of your dreams and having your entire future to spend with them," Dylan says, hugging her waist and kissing her on the cheek. The girls swoon and the guys make gagging noises. And we drink.

"To easy, loose, college chicks," Logan practically pants. We drink.

"To whoever wrote Fifty Shades of Grey," Cam eyes the sky like he's thanking the Lord. We all laugh and drink.

Lucy playfully smacks him on the chest, probably harder than he expected because he actually flinches in legit pain. "To Josh Bennett," she says, clinking her beer with mine. We're the only ones that drink, Cam rolls his eyes.

Everyone eyes Jake next to me, "To baseball," he says quietly. They all moan.

"You're a pretty s.h.i.t kid, you know that, Jacob," Logan says. It's the first time anyone has called him that. He shrugs and they all take a reluctant gulp of beer. "What about you, Mikayla?" Logan eyes me.

I think for a bit, then smile, "To not letting bad people dictate what ended up being a good time."

It's quiet for a while and then, "Holllaaaaa.." Cam yells, bringing out his inner black chick. We laugh and drink.

"Ooooooh," Logan says in a high voice, neck snapping, fingers clicking in the air, mimicking a girl, but he's looking directly at Heidi, "We, like, totally need to play my jaayam, like, right f.u.c.king now!" he continues and Heidi laughs with him.

He moves to his iPod and searches for a song.

I know what it is from the first note.

Baby' - By Justin Bieber. I shake my head in amus.e.m.e.nt.

Now the group splits and the boys start boy band serenading us girls. They surround us, Logan has the Ludacris rap down, again. We're in fits of giggles, tears are streaming down our faces. I can't wait to tell Emily and my parents about tonight, they'll love it.

Minus the cheating ex boy/friends.

It turns out they all planned on finishing the night at Lucy's cabin, everyone but Jake. Apparently he gets up at 5 every morning regardless, to run and work out and do whatever it is he does.

After exchanging numbers with everyone and saying see you soons' instead of goodbyes, Jake and I get in the limo and head home.

Chapter 7.

*Jake*

It's just the two of us in the limo heading back to her house. We're both buzzed. Well, I think she's buzzed, I know I definitely am. Having her sit on my lap the whole night didn't help. I needed something to calm me down. It was a bad idea to sit her there, but it was either that or Logan's lap, and Logan sure as s.h.i.t would've gotten her wasted and done G.o.d knows what with her.

I sit on one bench seat and she sits on the other, it's the furthest we've been from each other since the restaurant.

"Jake, just get the limo to drive you home first. I'll be okay. It's like forty minutes to my house, and then you have to drive back around here to yours... it's stupid."

My head is tilted back on the seat, my eyes are closed, trying to steady the spinning of everything around me. I open one eye to look at her. She's laying down, her whole body sprawled across the bench seat. "I'd rather make sure you get home safe."

She doesn't say anything, just smiles.

A few minutes of quiet pa.s.ses, where I think were both replaying the night in our heads. I bet our adaptations are completely different.

The limo driver swears, and slams the breaks abruptly causing Mikayla to fall to the floorboard with a thud.

"Sorry," the driver waves his hand in the air, "G.o.dd.a.m.n rabbits!"

I kneel on the floorboard to check on Mikayla, but she's giggling to herself. She may not hurt now but she sure is s.h.i.t will be hurting tomorrow.

"Hey... Mikayla. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I lightly shake her. She starts to sit up but she's struggling, more than likely from the alcohol. She puts her hands around my neck and I start to lift her back onto the chair.

"Call me Kayla," she says into my chest.

"Uh... okay... your friends, or whatever... they called you Micky, right?"

She looks up at me, Bambi eyes, "Yeah, Jake," she sighs. "They did, but you-" she shoves a finger into my chest, "you can call me Kayla... all right?"

I nod my head once, stupid goofy grin plastered on my face.

I begin to put her down on the seat but her grip tightens around my neck, "Just hold me, Jake. Please?" She doesn't need to ask. I get comfortable on the seat and position her sideways on my lap, cradling her. Her arms around my shoulders and her face on the crook of my neck. "Thank you, for tonight I mean, G.o.d, if you hadn't of been there... I don't know what I would have done. And your friends... they just accepted that I was there and didn't ask questions... or..." She takes a breath and sniffs and I can feel the wetness from her tears on my neck. "Just, thank you... so much..." and then she kisses my neck. I freeze, but she keeps going. Soft gentle kisses, up my jaw, looking for my mouth. I shouldn't be letting her do this, she's a mess, emotionally and physically. I turn to face her to tell her to stop but my mouth accidentally brushes against hers. Her lips are soft on mine as she kisses me once, twice, the third time is a little longer, more intimate. My eyes drift closed. She moves her lips a few times, then opens them and darts her tongue out to taste my lips, so softy, I would have missed it if I wasn't trying so hard to take this all in, so I can remember it forever.

She pulls away and smiles. "Mmmm," she coos before resuming her position with her face on my neck.

What. The. f.u.c.k.

And now I'm hard and she's sitting on me.

s.h.i.t.

She's fallen asleep on my lap, me cradling her in my arms. She's snoring gently and it's pretty much the cutest thing I've ever heard.

The limo driver lowers the gla.s.s that separates the two areas, "We're in the street, but I can't get any further. Which house number is it?"

"What do you mean you can't go any further?" I ask as a start to wake her up. "Kayla, what number's your house?"

She wakes up drowsily and takes a second to get her bearings, looking around the limo.

"Have a look outside," the driver says. "I don't know what's happening but I'm blocked."

I press the b.u.t.ton to lower the window and look outside. There are police cars, fire trucks and ambulances everywhere. There are so many people in the street I can't see much past the window. Kayla looks out the window too and her eyes bug out of her head.

"What the f.u.c.k?" she mutters as she fumbles to open the door and rush outside.

She's out of the car so fast I don't have time to comprehend what's happening. I jump out of the car and follow her. She's trying to push past all the people looking at the house, her tiny frame doesn't make it far before she turns around to me. There are tears in her eyes and panic all over her face. "This is my house, Jake. What the f.u.c.k is going on?"

s.h.i.t.

I grab her hand and start pushing through the people. I'm not nice about it and people start getting p.i.s.sed. I clear enough s.p.a.ce so that we're at the front of the crowd. The house has been blocked off by police tape, and cops are swarming all over the place.

She looks at me like she's four years old and can't understand what's happening. I pull up the police tape and duck under it, towards the house.

"You kids can't be past that line." An overly fat cop with a clip board yells, as he makes his way toward us.

"I live here, please tell what's going on? Where are my mom and dad, and sister?" She starts to sob and I hold her in my arms. She looks back at the cop, her voice breaking. "Just please, tell me what's happening, I need to see them."

The fat cop looks at her, sadness and pity consume his features. "Sweetheart, just give us a minute, okay? We just need to do our jobs." He pats her on the head like she's a f.u.c.king dog. "Mendoza!" he yells to a younger cop talking to people in the crowd and taking notes. He comes over to us. "This is Miss...?"

"Jones," Kayla says.

"Mendoza, this is Miss Jones, can you please escort her to the ambulance until we finish up here."

Mendoza's eyes widen in surprise and then understanding. "Sure, boss," he nods. "Come with me."

Kayla's heels are pressed into the ground and she holds on to my left arm tightly, "With all due respect, sir," she says to Mendoza, "just tell me what the f.u.c.k is happening!"

"MICKY!" a guys voice booms from behind us.

We both turn to see James running at us. Kayla hides behind my body like a child, I step protectively in front of her.

"Get the f.u.c.k away from me, James. I don't want to deal with your s.h.i.t right now!" she yells.

"Micky..." he sighs. "I just want to make sure you're okay." He tries to reach behind me to get to her and I step in his path.

"Who the f.u.c.k are you?" he spits, squaring his shoulders at me.

"James, I swear to G.o.d, just go! I don't want you here!"

"Micky..." he tries to reach for her again.

"I don't think she wants you here, a.s.shole," I grind out, my fists balling.

"f.u.c.k you!" he yells and reaches for her again.

So I punch him.

Right in the face.

Like I should have the first time I saw him hurting her.

He falls to the ground.

Cops start coming over but they're shooed away by his friends that peel him off the ground and start to carry him away.

"a.s.shole," I mumble under my breath.

Then I hear her gasp and her grip on my arm tightens even more. I turn to face her, all the blood has drained from her face. Her whole body gives out and I struggle to catch her on the way down. I try to fall to the ground gently, her small frame enveloped by my body. Then she wails, a scream so deafening it makes the murmurs of the crowd instantly silent.

I look to the house and that's when I see it.

Three gurneys. Three body bags. One so small it can only be a child.

f.u.c.k.