A bet, a parkingspace, and love.<3

Part 4

Hey! Alright, I honestly have no excuse for how long this took. I'm gonna be honest, this chapter is a filler, but mostly because I have to set up the next chapter which I promise will leave you mind-blown. Also, I have picked a cover, but I haven't put it up. I'm normally on my ipod, not my laptop, so thats why I haven't been on. But I realized I left you hanging, and so I've been writing up all my stories. All of them will be uploaded today. I'm thinking about taking down Trust Me and Broken Mind, but I don't know yet. Anyways! I hope you all have a little faith in me. I promise I will eventually get back on track with uploading, and I can guarentee when I'm a famous author, I will give ALL of you props for sticking with me. Alright, so Here it is, please read my end note!! Here's a reminder of what happened last upload, since I fail at life and haven't uploaded in legit a month and a half.

*McKenna's dad is getting married to Fearn,  and McKenna has to stay at her moms house for a little while. On the airplane, she gets stuck with a little girl.

"Do you have an aspirin?" I ask her in desperation. Her eyes go wide and doelike.

"Oh, so your a pill popper? Like a hippie? Cool, that's so cool! How old are you? I'm 12, and in 7th grade. Do you remember when you were in 7th grade, or is it all a blur?" She says the last part in a slowed-down, dreamlike way.

This is gonna be a hell of a ride.*

Another hour left. That's it. One damn hour. But with the rate this girl talks, she may be through her tragic 8th grade boyfriend who dumped her for a freshman story. Not likely, but it's a remote possibility. And it's not even that I mind talking, but she DOESN'T know how to calm herself, or slow her words. When I ask questions, she moves her hands up and down and says, "The drugs are effecting your ears!" Then answers it with a giggle.

And here. We. Go.!

So, I don't ask questions anymore. I just watch whatever cheesey movie is playing on the small t.v. in the front of the plane. Apparently, Cassie noticed.

"Listen, if your like on a crazy acid trip, you should really be more conciderate and tell me. I feel like a loon for talking to myself!" She huffs and yanks out a cell phone. Okay, when I was in seventh grade, NOBODY had a cell phone. God, technology sucks. She's still pressing buttons on her phone, so I turn over and look out the window. I feel my chest constrict a little as I think about what's happening with my life. It's not all terrible, but the bad things are easier to focus on. I mean, my dad doesn't get married. He just doesn't. And Chase doesn't want sex. This isn't right. I hate it. "Hello? Yoo-hoo! Your like having a panic attack!" Cassie puts her hand in front of my face and waves around.

"GOD, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I shout at her. She flinches back, and gives me a dirty look.

"Well, nevermind. Jerkface." She answers and keeps clicking buttons on her phone.

The rest of the planride was easier than the start of it. She doesn't talk very much, probably mad at me. Oh well, I could care less. I pull out my Ipod and start listening to music, realizing I so could have done that earlier. But I'm a little bit retarded, so I didn't. The song ' Jar of Hearts' by Christana Perri comes on.

'Who do you think you are, runnin 'roud leaving scars'

She has a point, players are all the same. Running around hurting poor people who fall into their traps. But not my player. He's just wonderful.

What if, I did give him my virginity? I mean, it'll happen soon enough. Whenever we touch, he makes me feel special. And... I remember the night we had our first real kiss. The one we were lying in the sand. I would have done it then... No. I have enough sense. And, if he loves me, he'd wait. Right?