The gas attendant looks at me, a look of obvious fear in his face.

"Miss, what can I get you? " he asks me warily, I snatch a ten from my purse and throw it at him.

"Is that re-" he starts.

"What the hell do you think? " I snap, blubbering. Iv been crying for ages it seems. Gosh, why am I even crying. I knew it was coming, as soon as I got pregnant. I knew he would dump me. I knew it.

The glass attendent fumbles around my car until he shuffles away, looking lost. I guess a crying teenage girl in a big truck would scare any sane man.

A knock on my window causes me to jump. I look out to see a tall, golden boy standing there. A small smile playing on his lips. I roll it down, glaring at him. Expecting him to cower like the gas attendent did. Instead he rubs the back if his neck, a worried gleam in his amber eyes.

"What the hell do you want, Goldilocks?" I hiccup, making my hard tone a whole lot less scary and determined.

"Uh, are you okay? "

"Do I look okay? " I gesture wildly to myself, sniffing loudly.

"No, not really. But I was kinda hoping those where tears of joy. To be honest. But I guess not."

"Tears of joy? " I yell, the gas attendent jumps a foot into the air, looking close to tears.

"Sorry. Stupid teenage boy here. Do you need someone to talk to or"

"Someone who won't judge me horribly for what iv managed to get myself into would be impossible. Simply because I knew it would happen." I cut him off.

"Look? I'm not trying to sound like a jerk or anything, but I really need to get out of going home right now. So if I can get a alibi for being gone, I'll buy you dinner and you can beat the shit out of me. Anything. I just need a alibi." He nervously rubs the back of his neck, not looking at me now.

Did he just...really?

"How do I know your not just trying to rape me? " I glare at him, he laughs, not amused but dry.

"In gay. I told my dad, and I'm pretty sure as soon as I step inside my front door he's gonna murder me. I'm not going to rape you, or murder you. We can go to a completely public place. I promise i won't do anything stupid. Well, stupider that normal." I consider what he's saying. What the hell, not much he can do to me now. Killing me would be a gift from God himself.

I sigh and nod, closing my bloodshot eyes. "Fine whatever, but your taking me to The Cauldron. Got it? " I open my eyes to see him eyeing me warily.

"Uh, can I, uh. You know, drive? I'm not quite sure I want you driving, your crying and all and what if you can't see and you kill us? That would suck, you know. For the team I mean. And you, well, I don't think you want to die? Do you? No don't answer that, sorry I'm stupid." He stutters out, still not making eye contact. Its kinda cute, you know, if I wasent done with boys. I glare at him, my eyes s blazing. He doesn't back down but the gas attending who was about to give me my stupid ticket looks like he just shit himself.

"Fine." I sharp, jumping down from my spot and stalking around my truck. Luke got it for me on my sixteenth birthday. After a long and scary road to teach me how to drive a stick. Oh, that poor kid. I didn't mean to hit him. I swear. Who even rides their bike in a parking lot anyways?

Oh my. So, this story is gonna go by fast because its mandatory for a story iv been dying to write. You need the Clace/Clarebastian back story to understand what's going on in the other story that I don't have a title for yet. Anyways, bye.

~Lace