"Could you stop being so..." I stopped myself before I could say anything I would regret. "So what?" The edge in her voice could have cut me, in fact I think she may just kill me. "Say it Jake, say whatever you have to say," something about the way she said those words really ticked me off. She knew they would. "Wet." I stated, accenting the "T" letting it hit like a stinger. She violently flipped in the sleeping bag to face me "excuse you?" The pale moon light washed over her face, hitting every single angle in a rather seductive way. "Wet. Humid. Turned on. It's very distracting Erin, I'm trying to sleep." I watched, amused, as her entire face scrunched up in rage. "Well then could you stop being so goddamn hard? Or flip to your other side like a normal person... I can hardly lie here with it digging into my back." I could say so many things to that. So many jokes, so many opportunities... but I bit my tongue. "Besides it's your fault we're in this mess, had you not pissed me off, or even bothered to not follow me, we would be perfectly fine!" She had started to poke me with her finger as she talked, which was more than irritating. "You were the one that led us to the middle of no where on this wooded island with no phones, no flashlights, and no compass!" I poked her right back. "What good would a compass do! We have no idea where we were to begin with, let alone which way would lead us back to the others!"

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How we got here? Hell if I know. I just wanted coffee and the next thing I knew this stunning woman was thrown into my life. Unfortunately I believe she may just be the most irritating woman I've ever met.

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I was getting a coffee and a donut, like I do every morning, but at this little place that was right on my way to the stadium, unlike the normal Starbucks I was raised on. I was almost out the door with no one having recognized me, when Erin turns around violently and pours her coffee down the front of my shirt, on purpose. There is no way it could not have been on purpose. Then she had the audacity to apologize. Now I know it must have been some tactic she had as a Yankees fan... she probably goes around to all the coffee shops in Boston to find the players and spill coffee down the front of their shirts. Whatever happened to don't hate the player?

After suffering through the dinner at her mothers house, I went a week without seeing her. This may have had something to do with my getting coffee an hour earlier than when she had run into me. Unfortunately, on my day off, I had taken a liberty and slept in. We grabbed the door handle at the same time. "I hope you won't be spilling coffee on my shirt again" I said "that was an accident... but trust me I was doing the ugly shirt a favor..." "and what might that be?" "putting it out of misery, so it would never be worn again on your square arms... just hanging there like leaf" she said and then walked up to the counter and got a coffee "don't worry ill save my coffee today" she smirked and left... god I hate her...

I was at practice when then Erin came walking through the dug out, and stood next to the head coach. "what the hell is she doing here?" I muttered under my breath, completely missing the foul ball headed right at me. The ball caught the side of my face, and wound up knocking me down due to her distracting me. Coach called me in and I knew it had to be about fucking Erin. I jogged over to the dugout, trying my best to avoid eye contact, but as I got closer I saw them chatting like old friends.

"Erin, I'm so glad you came down, I haven't seen your dad in ages, tell him I'll call and we'll go golf." He patted her on the back as I finally reached them "Jake, Erin's here for you, go in and get some ice while you talk." I gave a small nod out of respect, but then grumbled as I stomped down the stairs and into the locker rooms. "Why the hell are you here?" She crossed her arms and sighed "our mothers decided that we should go out together." I rolled my eyes "you're an adult, you didn't have to." Erin furrowed her brow " she once set me up on a date, told me exactly what to wear. I didn't show up in that outfit, she didn't talk to me for a week... I don't even want to try with this." I sighed glancing back outside, "Well I can't leave right now." "My dad's boat is docked right next to Coach's at the marina." I squinted my eyes as if that was supposed to mean something. "Jake, my parents are friends with him and his wife... I used to babysit their kids." I ran my fingers through my hair "so then everything has been conveniently arranged without anyone telling us." She nodded "so let's go, if we're going to be stuck together, I at least want to try and beat the traffic." "What do you mean you? I'm driving." I set the glove in my locker and peels off the practice jersey. I could feel her eyes work their way up my body, all the while anger filled her heart. "Do you even know how to get to the Cape!" I shook my head "that's what GPS is for." She dropped her arms and balled up her fists "Jake my car is already packed, I know how to get there, and frankly I don't trust you as a driver!" I threw a clean shirt on and grabbed the bag I had planned to take to the Cape. In the five minutes it took for us to get out to parking, her phone had either buzzed, beeped, or dinged at least twenty five times. "Is that think going to be on the whole time?" I asked as she started digging in her oversized purse for her keys "yes." A small groan escaped from my lips as I repositioned the duffel bag on my shoulder "why does it have to do that?" She just kept walking and digging, and her phone continued to sound like a clown trying to piss someone off "I'm a fairly important person... and I still have to work this weekend." I rolled my eyes "and what are you? A socialite?" She stopped digging around in her purse and looked up at me "no, I have a real job..." she pulled out her keys and unlocked the Mercedes.

The trunk popped open and I was face to face with three personalized Louis Vuitton duffel bags. "Are you sure you aren't a socialite?" I asked as she climbed into the driver's seat ignoring me. I threw my nowhere as expensive duffel bag down beside hers and shut the trunk. I opened the door and half expected to see Louis Vuitton seat covers or a fluffy pink steering wheel, but it was standard, and practically spotless. "Jake I am not a socialite, and I did not buy those bags... there was just a miscommunication and both my grandparents bought me one for Christmas and you can't return personalized items." I scoffed buckling myself in as she continued to tap away on her phone "What about the third one?" she set down her phone in a drink holder and put the car in reverse. "It was a parting gift when I left Louis Vuitton, you can't just turn down a gift like that!" I sat there silently shaking my head "let's just go."

She had put her phone on shuffle which was ridiculously pointless sense at least once every five minutes her phone buzzed pausing the music briefly. At one point I picked it up because she claimed she was supposed to get an important work email and wanted me to tell her when she got it. It was a customer loyalty coupon for Ben and Jerry's. "Are these actually for work or do you literally just subscribe to everything, I mean there is the Ben and Jerry's email, then the Kate Spade, Pottery Barn, what is this?" I looked a little closer and started laughing "Your daily horoscope has arrived Erin, would you like me to read it to you? I wouldn't want you to make the wrong decision today." She grabbed the phone from my hands and set it on her lap "That is the last time I ask you to ever do me a favor." I shrugged "I don't even know how you can work with all those emails cluttering your inbox," "I have three emails, one for shopping, one for work, and one for my business." I started laughing "Do you have a fascination with the number three? What happened did a tarot card reader tell you that you should always make everything in three's?" she didn't respond, but tightened her grip on the steering wheel "Please tell me I'm wrong, because that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard." she flipped her blinker on getting ready to take an exit off the main highway. "She was a fortune teller not a tarot card reader," I sat there unable to believe this "Because that makes her more credible." she reached over and hit my arm three times. "It's my life Jake, let me be a bit superstitious, it has brought me success." I crossed my arms realizing that I was in fact starving and my stomach was about to growl incredibly loud "and what do you do?" She turned down another road and we wound up in standstill traffic, blocked in by three more cars behind us and no exit in site. "I'm a fashion designer," I turned and stared at her "and you were offended when I called you a socialite because?" she flipped me off and picked her phone back up, typing away "Yes please do consult your horoscope before you come back to me with a mature response... I wouldn't want anyone to go against the stars today!" That's when the panhandler tapped on my window scaring the crap out of me.