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"Are you sure that you can't come with?" I whine, giving Madi my best puppy eyes. Ever since the soccer team won the last game of the season, I had been nagging her all week, begging that she'd tag along. Maybe she would change her mind.

After Four's revelation Friday night, we stayed out in the vineyard until 3 am, just talking about random things. I knew he grew tired when his chest heaved up and down slowly and his words became sloppy, with a small hint of a lisp present.

I had offered to let him stay the night, but he said he had work at the boxing club the rest of the weekend and eventually left. I didn't see him much after that, he only showed up to school on Tuesday and Wednesday and even those days, we don't really have classes together. The only place I'd see him was during lunch hour and he spent it with Thomas and some guys, my brother being  among that group.

Not noticing or looking in my direction once.

The week at school went by quick and it was already Friday. "Not with what happened with you and Four." She says. I knew I shouldn't have said anything but of course, she wanted to know the details of that night.

"Nothing happened." I find myself saying this a lot these days.

Madi rolls her eyes. "You said you'd kiss him, do 7 minutes in heaven with him and he admitted that he wanted to kiss you too." She goes over it like if she had jotted it down on a list in her head.

"Back to the point," I say, dragging her out of her thoughts. "I need you there. What if I'm with Four and I say the wrong thing?" I pout.

"Sorry, I have plans." She mocks making me groan. "I'm going to Michigan with my parents to visit my grandparents. Also, there's this really hot guy that moved next door to my uncles house." She went to Michigan very often.

"You're leaving me for a boy." I cross my arms making her nod. "When I go with Four it's because you make me."

"Because you don't know what's good for you. I, on the other hand." I roll my eyes at her. She was right. After a few moments of silence, Jaque walks over to our table.

"You coming?" He asks, holding his soccer duffel bag on one hand and a water bottle on the other. They were already loading students in the buses to drive them to the beach.

I'm about to answer when I see Four come behind him. "Jo and I are driving there." He says making Jaque furrow his eyebrows. We hadn't talked about how we were getting there, but I guess Four was going to drive us.

Four gives him a prolonged stare before Jaque turns to me, a warning glint in his eyes before he walks away. Four seemed to really bug him for some reason.

"Are you coming with?" Four says to Madi making me put my hands up in a prayer and give her a pout, yet she simply shakes her head with a smile.

"Nope, but you take care of yourselves." She says with a mischievous smirk making me roll my eyes at her. She gets up and walks away leaving Four and I standing.

"I just need to grab a few things and then we can go. Are you ready?" He asks as we begin to walk to his car.

I nod, motioning to my backpack that had a change of clothes, a blanket and a bikini. "Why aren't we going on the bus?" I ask him as he unlocks the car and stays outside while I put my backpack in the backseat.

"I thought it'd be better if we drove there. We can spend the night." He shrugs.

"At the beach? It'll get cold." I point out.

"Obviously not at the beach, there's a small motel just a few miles away from it. You can stay, right?"

"I mean, yeah?" My parents weren't going to be home anyway.

"Good, cause I already booked a room." He says making me let out a laugh. He tells me to wait for him in the car while he grabs a few things and I do as told.

I watch as he walks away and meets up with a guy sitting on the hood of their car and when I squint my eyes, it's Zach and Thomas. I watch them talk for a while before they go to the back of the car and a few moments later, Four is walking back with a backpack.

Was he smuggling in school?

I advert my eyes down as he gets in the car and tosses the backpack in the backseat. "Let's go." He says, a small crooked smile on his lips.

The time was 2:30 in the afternoon, the people who were going to attend the bonfire got to leave school early today so the sun was at its highest. The roof to Four's car was down, just how I liked it.

Each passing moment, all I kept thinking was how much I liked him. Every time I get to hang out with him, it just sort of accumulates to my growing affection for him.

Which was sort of odd since I actually found him so annoying in the beginning. There's been times that guys have hit on me, but it's usually for one thing; sex.

Four on the other hand, he was taking his time. Which made me think if he even liked me. Maybe he just wants to kiss me, it doesn't necessarily mean that he likes me.

I can't keep going over the same thing with my brain, I just can't.

When I look over to him, his black shirt is sticking to his skin with the wind and the hair that wasn't pushed back by the navy blue bandana he wore, moved around freely.

Is liking someone this nerve wrecking? Maybe I don't even like him, maybe it's just a crush and it will pass soon.

Who am I kidding? I definitely like him, and I definitely want to kiss his crimson heart shaped lips that were even more temping when he pulled at his bottom lip with his thumb and pointer finger...

"Stop ogling me like I'm just a piece of meat." I hear him say making me look up at him to see he held a smirk.

"I wasn't." I lie and he seems to catch this.

"You're such a bad liar." He chuckles making me sit back in my seat, enjoying the sound of his laugh and let myself be engulfed by the wind hitting my face.

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