I sat down at the lunch table, apparently today the cafeteria was serving mashed grass with toenail clippings, or so it looked I thought as a I eyed my lunch suspiciously.
I felt the need to barf and I pushed my tray away from me, having lost my appetite all of a sudden.
"So what are you doing this summer?"
I asked Rachel who was neatly unfolding her yummy-looking sandwich.
She shrugged absent-mindedly.
I turned and looked at her. Her blond hair was its natural wavy self today, and her brown eyes only made her more pretty.
Of course, I had overcome being jealous of my best friend since her life was a mess but she was still gorgeous and never seemed to notice it.
"Hello?" I moved back instantly as my mind returned to my body and saw Rachel frantically waving half her sandwich in my face.
"Hey want my sandwich?" She asked putting it in my tray.
I nodded eagerly. Me and Rachel were so different, yet our friendship worked so perfectly one of the reasons being she didn't eat much and I never had time to make myself lunch.
"Ay!" I nearly yelled as a guy sat next to me, nearly pushing me onto the floor in the process.
I looked up to see who it was.
"Owen." I snarled and the smirk on his face grew bigger.
"Just thought I would sit next to my brother's bestie." He smiled.
I smirked.
"You two are related! No way! The sweet guy and the has-an-ego to big for his smirk wanker are..." I gasped and held my hands to my mouth as if I didn't know.
"Brothers?"
Owen actually looked a bit hurt but when I saw the smile on the approaching Matthew I didn't care.
"Hey babe!" Owen's girlfriend; Veronica shouted as she 'ran' towards us.
"Hi Matthew," she said as he sat down next to me, then directed her gaze to her boyfriend. "Umm, new friends Owen?"
Matthew gave her a small nod which she didn't notice because she was already in Owen's lap swinging her arms around his neck playfully.
For the second time since lunch started, I wanted to hurl and that feeling did not leave me when Veronica started to lower her hands to his waist.
He leaned in towards her-as if they weren't close enough- and smashed his lips against hers.
I felt awkward watching them but I would have felt more awkward if I had just watched everyone else watch them too, even Matthew, with his disgusted look on hi face was staring at them.
But, just as I was sure Owen was going to try to fit her head in his mouth- he pulled back and gave me a wink.
I looked down at my sandwich- really not hungry anymore.
The tenseness of the room was killing me and I was thankful for Rachel who gave a slight fake cough. Owen let go of Veronica who, blushing and embarrassed stood up and walked back to where she had come from.
"Wow Owen!" I said and started clapping.
"What?" he shrugged his shoulders and stated at me blankly.
"I really thought you were going to swallow her that time."
Owen glared at me. "Funny Jones. But I know you're just jealous that wasn't you."
If I didn't empty myself earlier, I did now.
"What are you saying?" I eyed him suspiciously. "Do you actually think...." I trailed off, laughing a bit too loudly.
He shrugged. "Not good to lie to yourself Fel."
***
"Hey Matt!" I walked up to my best friend who was sweaty and smelt really bad.
After seeing my expression he smiled and held his arms open, I shook my head.
He dropped his arms and put on his serious face, which scared me since the last time he had that expression he was telling me he lost two five hundred dollars of his brother's money in a bet.
"Have you seen Owen?" He asked coldly, I shook my head. "Anyway. I was thinking if you wanted to do something this summer, you know when school is out over the Christmas holidays."
I felt a wide grin spread over my face. Last holidays I had been stuck baby sitting my cousins and I don't think I could go through another two months of 'She stole my barbie' and 'can you get me a cup' I mean, my cousins are cute and all but it's sad to know I'm stuck looking after them when all my friends are busy getting a tan on the beach.
"Felicity!" Owen walked towards us. "Hi brother." He said the last word coldly. "I'm sorry." He added after seeing the glare from his brother. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No." I said quickly before Matthew could disagree. "We were just talking about plans for the summer."
A smile spread across Owen's face. "Oh." He scratched his back, a habit he often did when he was so excited he was about to pee his pants- and let me say me and the Walter brothers go way back, I've seen Owen pee his pants.
"Well. I was thinking maybe all three of us could do something together these holidays."
"Three's a crowd." Matt interrupted.
"Well you're welcome to stay here." Owen said. "Anyway, I was thinking of a game."
"A game?" I asked, did he think we were children.
"Yes. A game." He smiled. "A race- and who ever finished first- wins."
"Sounds shit." Matt said impatiently. "Anyway, is it like a running race?"
This brought a bigger smile to Owen's face.
"Oh please Matt." He did an over-dramatic sigh. "We're not poor! I was thinking more about a race around Australia."
My jaw dropped. Did he just say Australia?
We were in America! Sure all three of us had been to Australia plenty before but with family and tour guides who knew what they were doing.
"Are you.... High?" I asked.
"What?" Owen sounded alert but he knew as well as I did his 'game' wouldn't happen in a million years. "Of course I'm not I had school today!"
I rolled my eyes.
"My parents would never say yes." I turned to face Matthew for support but a smile was on his face too.
"I don't care how many blonde you want to see in bikinis I'm not going." Matthew turned to me. "Come on. It would be so much fun."
I groaned, I couldn't argue with that. "And what's you're catch Owen?"
He stated at me. "What do you mean?"
"You're Owen Walter you only do things for your self."
He nodded. "You mean rules."
"I don't care what you call them."
I heard a laugh come from both of the brothers.
""7 weeks
6 States
5 Plane Rides
4 Reservations
3 People
2 Cars
1 winner"
I stared at him, dumbfounded. "Who've really thought this through, haven't you?" He grinned at my response
"You know me Jones. I always plan before I do."
