I pulled up and parked the bike in the driveway and made my way into my house. All of the lights downstairs were off letting me know no one was home, that and the fact that there was no car in our driveway. It took me roughly thirteen minutes to get here from Mike's Gelato, and considering the fact that Logan said he'd be here in ten minutes, he must've already been upstairs.

I grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the fridge and went to my room. When I opened my door, Logan was laying there, on my bed with his eyes closed. I tiptoed through the room and grabbed a pillow off my window seat and walked to where his head was. I raised my arms up when Logan cracked an eye at me, "I'm awake you know, and you're not very light on your feet."

"Ah man." I threw the pillow onto his stomach instead and I dropped onto my bed with a sigh, "So, what're you doing here?"

"Can I not come see you?"

"Usually yes. Right now, why? Also, who let you in?"

"Your mom did. She had some errands to run real quick. She told me to tell you that she would be back in a few hours." He rolled over so that he was on his stomach next to me.

"I'm so glad you and my mom are besties now."

"Your mom is a lovely lady. Anyways, off the topic of your mom. Let me see the dress you got." He sat up fully now and stretched his arms.

I pretended to ignore the way his white tank top perfectly displayed his back and arm muscles as he stretched, as well as the butterflies floating in my stomach.

I grabbed the bag from behind me and pulled out the dress, "Ta-da!" I threw the dress at him and it hit him right in the face causing me to giggle.

"This is pretty." He held up the dress infront of his eyes. "Did Jordan see you in it?"

I rolled my eyes and crashed backwards onto the bed. "No he didn't! He just handed me the dress."

He threw the dress on the bed and climbed over me. His arms and legs boxed me in between them. His eyes scanned my face and desire pulsed through me like an electric current.

He dipped his head and his lips made contact with my forehead. Then he kissed down to my nose, then finally my lips. At first his kisses were soft and gentle, but then they morphed into kisses that seemed to linger. It was filled with longing and powered by aggression.

Fire erupted everywhere he touched me.

Breaking away he whispered, his lips brushing against mine each time, "I don't want anyone else to know you like I do. You're mine you've got that?" He brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes and pushed it behind my ear. I could feel the heat linger behind even when his finger wasn't there anymore. "You're mine."

My voice came out barely above a whisper, but anything louder would've ruined the moment, "I'm yours."

Just as I was about to bring my lips up to his, Jake bursted into my room, taking the moment in his hand and crushing it. "Yo Daytona. Woah. Keep it PG here."

Logan abruptly got off me and the bed, taking a few steps back.

Rolling my eyes and tilted my head back so I could see him, "What do you want idiot. Wait? Why are you even here?"

"Mason invited me." He stuck his tongue out at me like a five year old. "We were going to order Chinese. Want anything?"

"Mason knows my order by heart."

"What about you Logan."

He took his time answering, "I'll have whatever Daytona is having."

Jake awed, "You two are so in love. Already ordering the same food as each other. That's so cute." He scrunched up his nose, "I wish Mas–"

"Just tell me their orders that's all I asked!" The sound of Mason's voice seemed to drift from somewhere down the hall.

Jake rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, muttering something about Mason under his breath. He walked out of my room yelling to Mason, "I got their orders you fag!" He closed the door behind him, but not before winking at Logan.

"So where were we?" Logan asked walking back towards me a smile played at his lips, threatening to take control over the fox smirk that currently resided there.

"Not continuing." I crossed my legs under me and leaned my elbows on my knees.

He froze and looked at me confused, "Why not?"

"I don't want to rush things Logan." Even though I could tell he was disappointed, he nodded his head in understanding. "Now. Why don't we see what Mason and Jake are up too?"

We headed out of my room, and at the top of the stairs he grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Well that was a question, but yes."

"Do you think something is going on between those two?"

I arched my eyebrow. "Come again?"

He lifted his left shoulder and scratched the back of his neck, "You know, like, something."

My eyebrows knitted in confusion, then I finally got the hidden meaning behind his words. "Oh! You mean like a relationship?"

"Yeah! I didn't want you to think I was jumping to conclusions or anything." He steered clear of making eye contact with me, and instead he seemed to have gained a lot of interest in his shoelaces.

"That's a good question." Upon hearing my words Logan's eyes shot to mine. "They've been hanging out a lot lately and both of them have been acting a little stranger then usual."

I thought back to the first day I suspected something. It was when we went racing and they disappeared for awhile. Ever since then, things have been a little weird.

"So I'm not the only one who's suspected something?" Logan let out a breath of relief.

"I have a plan." I tipped my head further away from the top of the stairs. When we were a safe distance from the stairs I whispered, "We should spy on them."

"Okay. How are we going to do this?" His eyes shone with a mischievous gleam.

"Stage one: Keep a look out for any signs that they're in a relationship. Even little things, like stolen glances or finding excuses to touch each other.

"Then when we feel like we have enough information, we will pretend to leave the house and see what ends up going on." I let out a breath when I was done talking and he slowly nodded his head.

"So how exactly are we going to "pretend" to leave the house? What if they're downstairs and then what?"

With a confident smirk I said, "Easy. There is a tree right outside my window and it's super easy to climb up and get through my window. I just have to unlock it." While I spoke, Logan's smile disappeared bit by bit. "What is that look for?"

"Well you see, I don't know how to climb trees." My mouth hung in an 'O' shape as he revealed this new information to me.

"You can't climb trees?" I repeated slowly letting it sink in.

"Yup. Never been able too."

"You, Logan Wylde, the practically perfect man –don't let that get to your head– can't climb a tree? You can street race, fight, play guitar and sing, but you can't climb a tree?"

He nodded his head confirming that he was troubled in that department.

"Okay, well that doesn't mean we can't still work this plan." A new version of the plan started to form in my head while I was talking. "So when we leave, you're actually going to leave. Like get in your car and drive a few streets over and park your car kind of leave. From there I'd probably stay with your car until I call you."

"No fair." His bottom lip stuck out in a pout and he crossed his arms. "You get to experience all the action."

"So?" I straightened myself, "Are we doing this or not?"

~~~~~

Twenty minutes later our plan was in full swing. We sat downstairs surrounding the TV, eating Chinese take out, and watching Cupcake Wars.

It wasn't everyone's first choice, but after some gentle persuasion, (and by that I mean I fought everyone over the remote), they finally agreed to let me choose what to watch.

"This is so unrealistic! I mean who can bake thousands of cupcakes in this time limit! I bet you they already had some made." Logan was sitting next to me on the couch and clearly was still looking to get beat up.

"Say one more thing about Cupcake Wars I dare you." My eyes became thin slits as I was sending death glares in his direction.

I guess my point got across to him because he raised his hands up in surrender and scooted a little farther down to the end of the couch.

Mason and Jake exchanged brief glances and I made a mental note of it while continuing my death glares towards Logan. "The only way that they get them done in that time slot is because they have a team helping to beat the clock." I told Logan matter-of-factly.

"Dude never get in the way of Daytona and her Cupcakes. She will murder you in cold blood, or at least attempt too." Mason informed Logan with his cheek resting in his palm.

I cast a glance hoping to catch Jake in the act, and sure enough he was staring straight at Mason.

Sure this could've been played off as he just zoned out, but as if feeling the weight of my stare, he broke his trance and cast his eyes to me, and when he caught me watching him he looked anywhere else, and his face developed a light red blush.

Clearly feeling very flustered and uncomfortable, Jake got up and walked past Mason, "Hey you want me to grab you anything to drink?" I kept my eyes glued to their interaction, probably a little more then what was needed.

"Nah I'm good for now." Mason looked up at Jake and gave him his award winning grin.

When Jake was out of the room, Mason turned his head towards me, "What the hell is up with you? You've been watching out every move and it's a little bit creepy."

"What?! That's nonsense!" I figured it was better to play dumb then own up to it.

Mason's face remained set in the whole 'I've-known-you-for-several-years-you-can't-fool-me' face. "You know Daytona, your eyes shift to the left when you lie."

"They do not!"

"They just did again!"

"Fine," I fixed my body so I was facing Logan who wore a smirk on his face "get me to lie Logan. My eyes don't shift to the left."

His smirk grew and a dimple formed on the left side of his face. How have I never noticed that before?

"Get you to lie? Easy. Several weeks ago when you were drunk and left the Undergrounder, I had to come pick you up. Remember that?"

"Mhm." I nodded my head. My memory of the night was a little hazy, but I remembered what Logan had told me I did. Apparently I got drunk off my ass and walked out of the Undergrounder with Sean and a full intent on going to his place.

"Okay, good so far. That night I had picked up your black bag from a girl named Lisa. Out of curiosity I checked to see what was in it. So tell me Daytona, why'd you have $2000 dollars in cash in your bag?"

"I won the money." It wasn't a complete lie. I had won the money. And had Mason not been in the room, I would've told Logan how I got it too, but Mason strongly opposes me fighting.

"Your eyes shifted to the left. You're lying." Logan's voice was light and I could tell he was enjoying questioning me.

I slapped my legs, silently throwing up my defensive walls "I'm not lying! I really did win the money!"

"You know a half truth is still a lie." Mason added in from his little love seat to my left.

"Fine. You want to know the truth?" I turned so I could face Mason fully, "I won it from fighting. You know how that works right Mason? People place bets on who's going to win, and whoever wins, gets fifty percent of the money from whoever bet on the other person."

I knew I struck a cord by the way the muscle in his jaw was working.

In freshman year, Mason had bet all his money on me at the Undergrounder. To this day I still don't know why he did that, but I ended up loosing and he lost all his money.

"Yeah I know how it works."

"Did you know Mason, that when you lie, the right side of your mouth twitches. So, now tell me what's going on between you and Jake?" Logan grabbed my arm in an attempt to stop me but I shrugged it off. Mason had no right to dig into my personal life now. For two years I hadn't heard a peep from him, and now that he's here, he acts like he has the right to my deepest darkest secrets.

Setting his stone hard hazel eyes on me he lowered his voice, "Nothing." There was slightly movement at the right side of his mouth and I could tell he was trying not to twitch.

"Is that what I think I saw? Yup I saw it twitch. You liar!" Standing up I threw the pillow next to me at him but he batted it away.

"So what if I'm lying? You promised me you wouldn't fight anymore! And now I hear you won two grand off a fight?" Standing up as well he clenched and unclenched his fists.

Logan stood up too and gestured to the kitchen, "I'm going to go help Jake with drinks." Then he bolted into the kitchen.

"Daytona, you know I care about you," his voice had taken on a slight condescending tone.

"Then why did you not call for two years! Huh? You didn't call or text for two fucking years Mason. Did you think I wouldn't remember just because you were back?" I picked up another pillow and flung it at him.

Mason threw his head back and groaned, "Oh my god! You're such a brat! I can't even begin to imagine how Cooper felt having you for a sister."

I dropped the next pillow ready for firing down at my feet. My breaths were coming quick and shallow. Tears stung the back of my eyes but I refused to cry in front of Mason.

A dark cloud settled over my mind and my brain automatically re-routed it's thoughts from anger, to sadness. The only thoughts that eclipsed my mind were thoughts of how I screwed up in the past as a little sister, and as a human being.

Mason's eyes widened when he realized what he said, "Daytona, I didn't mean it. I-I was speaking out of anger and I,"

I put my hand up to silence him, "You meant what you said. You were my best friend for as long as I can remember Mason. I know you inside and out. I know you're angry words are just as true as your sober thoughts." I brushed past him and closed myself off in my room.

I grabbed the pillow closest to me and screamed into it. Promptly after I crashed on to the floor with a thud.

A few minutes later there was a knock at my door and I threw the pillow. "Go away Mason!"

The doorknob turned and Logan popped his head into my room, "Sorry, but I'm not leaving."

I let out a sigh and leaned my head back against the wall. "Did he send you in here to talk to me?"

"No. I thought you might want to know that Jake and Mason are low-key dating though." He closed the door with a click and wore a triumphant grin on his face.

"What?" I shot up from my spot on the floor, "You found out with out telling me? When?"

"When you and Mason were arguing and I was in the kitchen with Jake he came clean about everything. He said he was tired of lying to you since you live here." He crossed to me in three steps and wrapped himself around me in a hug. "Are you okay? I heard that Mason said."

I nodded my head, well I nodded my head as much as I could since his shoulder was pressed straight into my nose. "I'm fine. A little hurt, but I'm okay."

But I wasn't.

Deep down inside what Mason had said had stirred something deep down inside me. It probably was the fact that I knew I was a horrible sister to Cooper, and the fact that now I can't do anything to change it since he's in hiding. But I took every emotion I was feeling and shoved it into a vault in my head and locked it tight.

He let go of me and we sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Logan's phone ringing cut into the quiet. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone and checked the caller ID before answering.

He shot me a brief glance before standing up and taking the call out into the hallway.

I could only pick up bits and pieces of his conversation with whoever was on the other side of the phone.

Without any warning he opened the door and I feel backwards on my ass, "I swear I wasn't listening to your conversation."

He rolled his eyes and offered me a hand, "I've got to go." He waved his phone in front of my face. "Business calls." I took his hand and he pulled me up. He gave me a solders salute and walked down the stairs.

Later that night while I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom Mason walked in and leaned against the wall.

His hair was disheveled and more of a mess then usual. His eyes seemed to be clouded over with something, maybe drowsiness, maybe regret, but he let out an aggravated groan and dragged his hand down his face. "Daytona. You know I didn't mean it right?"

I spat out my toothpaste and bumped his shoulder as I crossed back into my room, without saying a word. He shook his head and followed hot on my trail.

I flung open my closet doors and pretended to inspect each piece of clothing hanging up, hoping he'd take the hint and leave.

"What do I have to do to make you forgive me?"

I spun around and met his hazel eyes with my ocean blue ones. "I'm not mad at you Mason. Hurt, yeah, but I'm not mad at you."

His eyes seemed to lighten up a bit, but the tired look still remained in them. "Oh thank God. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." A relieved smile slowly started to take form on his face. Catching me by surprise he pulled me in for a hug, squeezing the life out of me.

"You can let go now." He gave me one last squeeze before letting go. With one more glance he ran out of my room and down the hall.

I closed my door with a soft click, for what seemed like the millionth time today, and rested my forehead against the cold wood. I contemplated calling Logan and talking to him, but he probably was busy with whatever he was doing earlier. So I opted for calling Jordan.

"Hey are you busy right now?"

"No why?"

"Cool. Let's go to a club."

Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while since I've given you a proper update. Schools been killing me. I've had several tests this week and ugh, I'm dying.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter;

JAKE AND MASON ARE GAY FOR EACH OTHER!

I've been waiting for this moment (I know alot of you have been too;))

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~May