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Closing my locker I take a deep breathe putting my things in my back pack and slinging it over my shoulder when i get a text in my pocket:

Meet me in the parking lot in 10. Today's the day.

Yeah I know, but don't judge me about his contact name. I thought it fit him well.

Biting my lip I go out to my car for a minute opening the trunk grabbing the over night bag I had prepared for staying over at Bain's house. I still don't feel comfortable with this. He hasn't even given me a reason as to why I'm even staying at his house!

"Hey, Kid," I hear and walking up to me is Ryan and Trip hand in hand.

"Hey guys," I sigh and close my trunk slinging my heavy bag over my shoulder handing Ryan the keys . "Take care of her." I say and Ryan nods. "I will."

Suddenly Bain's Truck pulls in to the parking space next to my car and he gets out in his usual black t-shirt and grey jogger ensemble. "We don't have a lot of time so we need to go." He says and takes the bag from my hand throwing it into the bed of the truck and my jaw drops.

"Hey my hair dryer was in there!"

Bain rolls his eyes, "Does it look like I care?" He opens the door and climbs into the truck.

Ugh this is going to be a long weekend.

"Well.... Have fun with that." Trip says flatly and I shake my head with a scowl. "As if."

I quickly climb into Bain's truck in the passenger seat and put on my seat belt. Bain licks his lips one hand on the steering wheel and drives off onto the road.

For the first couple of minutes of the ride, an uncomfortable silence fills the truck. Great.

I clear my throat and take this as an opportunity to ask questions I need answers to. "So, now will you tell me why I'm staying over at your place for the weekend?"

Bain ignores me staring out to the road ahead of us and I sigh leaning back slouching against the chair concluding that I will not get any kind of answers from him.

Suddenly, "I'll explain it when we get there." He says and I nod silently wanting to ask more questions but deciding it's best that I don't. Instead my mind wanders back to the day that seems so long ago now, when Bain first came to my house and we slept together. I mean we actually did sleep. Cuddled up together and when I woke up he was having a nightmare. I rub my hands together remembering the feeling when I slid my hand into his shirt caressing his heated back from the bad dreams. I had whispered comforting words and he held me tighter burying his face into my neck.

I look at Bain now from the corner of my eye and think, what could scare the scariest? The boy who has no fear, but is feared. I don't understand. Then again there's also those confusing feelings I've had ever since that night..... I hate him for the things he makes me do.

I hate him for the kind of person he shows to be.

I hate him.

I hate him for making me have feelings, emotions that I don't know how to deal with.

I hate him for making me not be sure if I actually do hate him.

Suddenly my phone dings and I slide it out of my pocket revealing a text I had received.

Hey beautiful. It's Ben, from Seashell Boardwalk?

Ben from Seashell Boardwalk......

Oh! The cute Ferris Wheel guy that I had exchanged numbers with the day Bain asked me to meet him at the Ferris Wheel.

The day Bain kissed my neck against that brick wall for reasons I still haven't figured out....

I save Ben's number and text him back.

Hi Ben :)

I blush realizing he called me beautiful. No one's ever really called me beautiful before.... Well, except my parents and Ryan. Parents are supposed to say that kind of thing and Ryan is my best friend so it doesn't really count. It's different coming from Ben. I smile. Good different.

I tuck my phone away safely into my purse zipping it up. "We're here." Bain says pulling into a driveway of the same little grey house with the cute front porch swing we saw him pull into that day Trip and all of us followed Bain here.

This must be Bain's house.

We both climb out of his truck and I grab my bag following Bain to the front door. Looking now I see how beautiful the front porch swing is. The beautiful curves and designs carved into the white wood and the rope and chain braided perfectly wrapped with vines of white and pink flowers. And to my shock the flowers are real.

I stare at the beautiful masterpiece in awe. I wonder who made this. I reach down to touch the wood of the bench, but before I could,"Ashley!" I heard and see a wide eyed Bain.

"Come on! I'm not waiting for you forever." He says and shakes his head going back into the house. I gulp and step towards the door.

Here I go.

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