My blood froze.

No, no, no, no, no! Anyone but them!

Even without looking up, I could tell you who it was. After all, he had haunted my dreams, keeping me up at night, robbing me of desperate sleep.

A brunette grinned down at me, his teeth impossibly white and straight. His golden skin, still taunting me. Micah's baby blue eyes seemed to be full of compassion, something he was not.

Supporting Micah's weight, was none other than Colton himself. His green eyes seemed to be even greener under the bright fluorescent lights.

I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes, "What the hell do you want?" I spat. Venom twirled in my voice, hitting my target.

Micah flinched back at my words as if they had physically stung him.

"To talk to you obviously. Why else waste my time at a dump like this." Colton matched my glare with one of his own.

Biting back I replied, "I don't know. Maybe you're hungry like the rest of us simple people. Devils need to eat too you know?"

Drunk me sure had a bite. Note to self: get drunk more often when Colton is around.

Sliding into the booth, Colton knitted his hands together and rested his chin on them. "Watch what you say Daytona."

"What are you going to do? Huh? Stalk me at school? Check. Stalk me at my house? Check. Send my brother into hiding? Check." I slapped my hands over my mouth.

Shit.

Micah slammed his hands on the table. "I told you that ass was still alive didn't I?"

Colton put up his hand silencing him, "Your brother, Cooper, is alive?" For the first time ever, Colton seemed take off guard.

I crossed my arms and leaned back in the booth. My mind was screaming: You're such an idiot! Cooper trusted you not to tell anyone and here you go, blabbing on to the people hunting him that he's alive.

"Where is he?" Micah growled.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Colton leaned closer to me and took a strand of my hair between his fingers. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be Daytona. Just tell us where Cooper is, and I won't have to harm a pretty little hair on your head. Don't cooperate though, " he yanked the strand of hair and I let out a grunt.

Snatching my hand back I narrowed my eyes even more, "Listen here Dick Face, I'm not telling you where my brother is, because even I don't know. Now if you don't mind." Right on cue, the lady who took my order called out my number, "I'll be leaving now."

I got out of my booth and grabbed the bag from the counter. Logan turned the corner at the same time. I grabbed his hand and pulled him behind me as I ran out the door.

"Daytona? What's wrong?" I only let his hand go as we got to the car.

"Micah, Colton, inside. Us. Go." Using exaggerated hand motions I jumped in the car not waiting for Logan.

Without saying anything, Logan jumped in to and gunned it down the street.

After a moment of silence, Logan spoke up. "Are you okay?"

"Splendid! I just practically sold out my own freaking brother to the people who killed him." With a dry laugh I realized how bizarre that sounded.

My dead brother, who isn't really dead, is being hunted by the people who killed him, but didn't really kill him.

I pulled the French fries out of the bag and stuffed some into my mouth, moaning with happiness.

Logan glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, his jaw working.

"Wha?" I asked with food in my gums.

"Nothing. You just have a lil something right here." He reached over and wiped something off my lip with a smile.

"Shof it Lohan." I rolled my eyes and continued to eat my fries and nuggets.

"Alright. Where to next Day?"

I contemplated Logan's question. Swallowing I answered, "Walmart!" The whole conversation with Colton and Micah a few minutes ago slipped away. "Walmart! Walmart! Walmart!"

"Wal-Mart it is." Logan laughed.

Several minutes later, we pulled up to Wal-Mart.

"Yay!" I cheered, pumping my fists in the air. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Jumping out of the car, I started running for the doors.

"Daytona! Slow down." Logan laughed behind me, but I didn't listen.

Throwing my arms out wide, I stopped a few feet away from the sensor. "Open sesame!" I dropped my voice down low and took a step forward, letting the sensor catch my movements. When the door opened I let out a little squeal and clapped my hands together. I repeated that process a few times until Logan finally caught up to me.

He took my hand in his. "Don't let go okay? Who knows who's in here?"

I nodded my head and grabbed a buggy jumping into the basket part of it. "Onward, Captain!" With a tiny roll of his eyes, Logan started pushing the cart at my command. "To the bakery first! Then the snack isle!"

"Yes ma'am." Logan grumbled. "You're such a pain when you're drunk. You know that?"

"But a cute pain. Am I right? Or am I right?"

"Yes. You're a cute pain, but a pain none the less."

I shrugged my shoulders and let his comment roll off.

As we strolled past stands and tables with different things on them, I grabbed a box of large cupcakes, small cupcakes, donuts, and cookies.

"Are you really going to eat all that Day?" Logan questioned me. "Cupcakes. Huh, I guess the nickname did suit her." He whispered but I pretended not to here it.

"If you don't think I will, than you don't know me. Now. To the snacks." I pointed my finger in the direction of the snacks. "Poptarts!" I squealed as we stopped in front of my favorite section on the whole store.

"Pop tarts? Really? You do know how unhealthy that is right? They have a crap ton of sugar and sodium."

I whipped my head around to face him. "Does it look like I care?" He shook his head. "Good answer."

I grabbed almost one box of every flavor because I couldn't quite figure out which one I wanted more. Did I want blueberry or strawberry? Smores or the sundae one?

Luckily for me, drinks were just in the other aisle over, so while Logan looked for a snack suitable for him, I hopped out of the cart and walked the the other side.

I grabbed a package of Sunny D and then a bottle of Pepsi.

The smell of cigarettes found it's way to my nose and I froze. No way. Not now. I slowly turned around, but it wasn't Colton. Instead, some drunk, slimy, twenty-something year old stood at the end of the isle, leaning against the shelf.

I rolled my eyes and miraculously crossed my arms over my chest. "Can I help you?"

He took a step closer, closing the gap between us. His breath was rancid and made me skin crawl. "You can call me Nemo because I'm not afraid to touch the butt."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hand move out towards me.

Not even thinking, I dropped the Sunny D and the Pepsi, grabbed his hand, twisted his arm around and shoved him up against boxes of Capri Suns. "Next time you want to pick up a girl, "I whispered in his ear, "You might want to gain some class first." I shoved him once more for dramatic effect and took a step back, picking up the drinks, which again, miraculously didn't spill.

"Oh. And you're lucky i didn't rip your pride and joy off with my bare hands. Not that it would be a challenge; I pop tails off of shrimp all the time." I smiled and walked away.

When I rounded the corner and got back to Logan he gave me a confused look. "What's with guys trying to make a move on girls every single time they lay eyes them. It's disgusting." I placed the drinks in the cart and made my way in the direction of the checkout lanes.

"Wait. What? You were gone less than a minute. And how did I not here any of this?" He flipped the cart around and followed behind me.

"Let's just say a weasel tried to 'swoon' me into bed with him. In fact," when we turned, there he was, "that's the little weasel right there." I pointed my finger in his direction.

When he laid his disgusting eyes on Logan, the guy had enough spine to scoff. "Your boyfriend doesn't scare me."

"Good. He's not the one who should." I sucked in a deep breath, concentrating all my disgust, anger, and annoyance into my next words. "I am." Cracking my knuckles I stayed where I was.

The thing about guys like him is they act all big and bad, but the never are. They just act like they are in hopes that girls will fall for their 'macho-ness' and make their way into a slimy, cheap hotel room for a time that would last less than a minute.

The whites of his eyes grew and he turned tail and ran.

"I hate people." I mumbled into Logan's shoulder.

"Me too. Am I really not scary?" We finally made it to the checkout lane without any more issues.

"Of course not. You're like the big bad wolf. That is, if the big bad wolf wasn't so big. And he was also pink, stuffed, glitter thrown all over him, and had a cute little rainbow bow tied around it. Yeah, you're just like the big bad wolf."

He muttered something about being one hundred percent scary and liking cute stuffed bears.

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"Let's watch something!" I was cuddled up in Logan's lap with a blanket draped over me, muching on a poptart.

"Okay. What do you want to watch?" Logan's voice was laced with sleep, but despite that, he stayed up with me while I wore down my drunkenness.

"How about, Hercules! I love that movie."

Logan streamed Netflix and out Hercules on for me. I quoted the first lines from memory, then when 'Gospel Truth' came one, I belted it.

"Back when the world was new

The planet Earth was down on its luck

And everywhere gigantic brutes called Titans ran amok

It was a nasty place

There was a mess wherever you stepped

Where chaos rained and earthquakes and volcanoes never slept

And then along came Zeus

He hurled his thunderbolt

Locked those suckers in a vault

And on his own stopped chaos in his tracks

And that's the gospel truth

The guy was too type A to just relax

And that's the world's first dish

Zeus claimed the globe while still in his youth

Though honey it may seem impossible

That's the gospel truth

On Mount Olympus life was sweet and smooth as vermouth

Though honey it may seem impossible that's the gospel truth."

I collapsed back down on the couch exhausted.

When I glanced over at Logan, he was already snoring. I slipped out of the blankets and quietly made my way to the kitchen.

Grabbing a juice out of the fridge, I turned around and saw Tanner standing right behind me. I yelped and took in his appearance.

He had colored his hair back to normal, making it slightly lighter than Logan's, but almost the same. His newly colored hair was messed up and his plaid pajama pants hung dangerously low on his hips. Tanner wasn't quite as built as Logan, but he wasn't out of shape.

"Could you keep it down please? I'm trying to sleep. What are you still doing up? It's like three or four in the morning on a school night. Go to bed." He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and with a yawn, made his way back upstairs.

I giggled a little before heading back into the living room to find Logan laying in the same position, but he had pulled up the covers a little closer to his chin.

Smiling at how adorable he was, I kissed his forehead, gently, to not disturb him, and made my way to his room.

I closed the door behind me and collapsed on his bed. The mattress welcomed my fall and engulfed me in its puffiness. I crawled under the covers and was out in a matter of seconds.

Hey, hey, hey!

I finally updated!

Can you believe it?!

It's low-key been like a month and I am SO sorry.

Thank you all for your patience with me, I know how annoying it must be when this book is so all over the place.

Two things:

1.) If you could go and vote for my book at The Fiction Awards 2018, it's would mean A LOT to Me!

2.) If you could go check out my friend she has a book called The Fallen, and I would really appreciate it if you would give her read!

Sorry it's so short :( I'll try to make the next one longer.

That's it for now!

Love you all!

~May 😙❤