"What are you doing?" Ky yells at me through the rain.

"Going home!" I continue walking. I honestly don't want her to see me cry. I understand me and Ky haven't known each other for long, but it feels as if I've been on this love rollercoaster with her for a long time. I hear her footsteps splat against the puddles. She stops in front of me pulling my arm.

"What the hell are you doing? It's thunder storming out here. I can't let you fucking catch the bus back home!"

"Well it's not up to you!" I keep my head down- as the rain drops tap against my boots. I walk away, but she doesn't release my arm.

"It actually is because I don't want to be the cause of you getting hit by lighting or hit in the fucking head with hail! So come on, so I can take your ass home!" She yells angrily.

"Honestly, I don't want your help nor do I want to sit in your car for that 25 minute ride in silence," I groan frustrated. I don't want to get in the car with her. I don't want to talk to her. I don't want to think, see or hear her.

"You're expecting someone, right? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," I mutter. She ignores me and walks away annoyed and could care less on what I have to say. I take that as a sign and prepare to head home.

I've been walking in the rain for 5 minutes max, when Deck car pulls up on the side of me. Her black and white range rover. She rolls down her window and flashes that smirk.

"Did someone call a night and shining boob holder?" I groan and roll my eyes. Quickly wiping my tears.

"Come on kid!" She calls. I hurriedly run towards her car and get in, once I'm safely in, I buckle my seatbelt.

"Why are you here?" I ask simply. She scoffs offended and soon chuckles.

" Wanna rephrase that sentences or go back in the rain feeling like one of Taylor Swift songs?" She chuckles pulling the car into reverse. Her scrawny yet fit arm reveals as she grip the steering wheel.

" You know what I meant," I groan as I glance out the window at the droplet's sliding down agave inst it. My tears still run as I reevaluate what just happened and that major curve I just took.

I try to think about something else. I remember when I was about 8 years old and my dad before the, you're diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer, thing occurred. He use to take me on these 2 hour drives just for donuts, on a rainy day just like this, but they weren't just donuts, they were gigantic and I always picked the same kind. A pink iced one with sprinkles filled with cream cheese.

"I know," she states and shrugs as she drives while humming the pop song playing lowly through the stereo. There's silence for awhile until a song comes on she likes. She turns it up a notch and begins to sing.

"I am nothing without love, I'm just these arms without a pair, and I would take credit for this song, but IIIIIII am nothing without love." She starts to sing loudly as she turns up the volume more. Her voice sounding amazing by the way.

"I wanna rest in your lifffffeeeeeee!" She sings while pointing at me stupidly. I groan and sink into my seat. Even though she sounds beautiful, can she shut up? I feel like she turned this up for a purpose.

"She is nothing without Kyyyyyy!" She tries to find ways to fit that stupid sentence into the song. I ignore her ignorance.

"So why?" I question curiously as I turn down the radio. She observes my hand, a bit offended. I guess because I touched her radio and interrupted her singing. I ignore her glare and run my hands through my bangs.

"Because I'm a nice person or whatever, and don't touch my radio fuck you." She shrugs nonchalantly. Yeah right, so far I've got the impression that she's a self-centered bitch. Sorry for my french but it's only true. She keeps calling me "fuck you" as if that's my actual name. It isn't funny, I don't think it ever was.

"Hmp," I quietly settle into the seat. She scoffs offended yet again and looks over at me. Her grey eyes lock curiously at the side of my face. She quickly looks between me and the rode.

"Why the shitty hmp?" She chuckles coldly. I don't really wanna say because my mouth always lands me in trouble.

"Nothing, just a hmp," I lie, yet she doesn't really wanna fall for it, but so she just shrugs and reaches for the volume button.

"Hey, I have to stop at Bostco," she yells over the music. I nod okay as she pulls into the parking lot.

I didn't know what was worse, watching the little boy- who seems to appear in every aisle we're in-dig in his nose or watch Deck try to shop.

"Deck, do you know what you are looking for?" I groan as we stroll up the same aisle for the 14th time.

"Marshmallows!" She groans at my complaining, which I have been doing a lot of because she is the worst shopper in history.

"We're in a spice aisle!" I yell annoyed

"Seriously?" She questions confused, I point at the labels.

"So where are the marshmallows?" She ask, her eyes filled with confusion. I instantly slap my forehead.

"Have you ever went grocery shopping?" I ask curiously. She raises an eyebrow and point at herself.

"Does it look like I've been grocery shopping?" Obviously not! I pull her arm and walk toward the aisle. I grab a bag of marshmallows and toss it to her. She catches it with a good reflex and look pass me. Her eyes land on someone behind me and they widen.

She grabs my wrist and pull me into her. Her hands wraps around my waist and I quickly shove her away but she holds my hand.

"Act like you're my girlfriend" What!? I quickly turn her way to continue shoving her hand that is around me protectively and intimately.

"Fuck no!" I groan. She throws me a pleading look and raises her eyebrows looking down the aisle. And standing there is Sean (the asshole I regrettably dated) and another guy.

"Delilah?" The amazingly tall handsome guy calls. I think he has me confused with someone else. Sean stares at me awkwardly, he looks down at the placement of Deck hand and our position.

"Mason!" She calls awkwardly. From the looks of it, they haven't seen each other in a while. He looks at her shockingly, his light green eyes landing on me.

" I haven't seen you in years! How are you?" He questions. He pulls his dirty blonde hair from out his eyes returning it back to its rightful place.

" I'm great and this is uh, Jay, my girlfriend. " Sean quickly looks between us. Mason raises an eyebrow. I look up at Deck from above seeing she is pretty tall and I am wrapped in her arms, tightly.

"Girlfriend?" Sean questions stepping forward.

"Peters! Haven't seen you in a while. If I must speak of terms, the last time was when you got your ass kicked by a girl, my sister to be exact," she teases and smiles bitterly at him. He smiles back bitterly at her and looks coldly at me.

"Jay can I have a word with you?" He questions. I stare at him like he asked the dumbest question in the world.

"It'll only take a second," I stare hesitantly at him, the jealously in his eyes makes me feel good! I nod and walk towards him but Deck doesn't let go of my waist. She holds it tightly. I glance up and she throws me a 'this is a bad idea' look.

" Jay, we have to hurry up and finish shopping," she states hesitantly raising her eyebrows not taking her eyes off me.

"Yeah, I have to go, uh nice meeting you Mason," I smile kindly at hums and he looks between Sean and I.

"Nice meeting you Jay, right? Sorry we didn't get the proper greeting maybe next time." His green eyes stare mysterious at me. His smooth peach lips hold a mischievous smile. That dirty blond hair holds its perfect style, with that annoying strand falling back into his green eyes.

After Deck went looking for her cookies and candy. I honestly didn't know what she was doing, but I just followed.

"Who was that?" I question curiously as we casually make our way back to her car. She glances over her shoulder at me and returns her focus back to her vehicle.

"Mason," she states while throwing the bags carelessly into the car. I return the shopping buggy.

"Yeah, I now know that, but how do you know each other?" She doesn't pay attention to me, rather she goes into her pocket and pull out her phone. She looks through some things and groan in annoyances and shove it back into her pocket.

"Uh he was my ex boyfriend," she states this carelessly while starting up the car, not acknowledging the fact that I gasped shockingly. Whoa there!