Chapter Three: Here's The Catch

"Where is sheeeeeee?" Shannon whined. "I wanna go already. There's a nice hotel bed and a bottle of beer with my name on it..."

Matt, Shan, Caria and I were waiting in the van for Cara to get her things together. But for some reason, she was taking a little bit longer than we expected. Hopefully Phil wasn't arguing with her about the whole idea of flying with us to Cameron. If he does, there's probably going to be trouble.

Caria punched him in the arm, playfully. "Will you be quiet, you good? She's coming."

"Gahh, but what's taking her so long?" the blonde complained.

"She's just gettin' ready, dork." I chuckled.


Though after more passing time, Cara finally came out. But she wasn't alone. She was with him, too.

Coming out of the doors, she had her bags in one hand and his hand in the other. Why was she bringing Punk along? Did I say something that had let her know that Punk could come along?

Wait... wait. Chill, Jeff. May be it's not what you think. Just relax. May be he's just trying to see her off, and then he's gonna leave. Yeah, that's it.

"Hey guys!" she waved.

"Hey, what's up!" I greeted her, trying to play it off.

"Phil? You comin' along too, or something?" Caria asked him. Guhh. Thanks a lot, woman.

"Ah, well. If it's okay with Matt and Jeff. I don't wanna impose." Punk said, politely. What a fake prick.

"Well, if Cara's coming and bringin' you along, that's fine with us." Matt said. Thank you, too. "Ain't that right, Jeff?"

"Yeah, sure... why not..." I said, feeling awkward as I was put on the spot.

"Alright then, thanks guys." Punk replied.

They put their stuff in the back then hopped in. Cara sat next to me, and Punk by her side. This should be just peachy...

The car was started up again, and we headed off.

Cara put her hand on mine. She smiled to me in a whispering voice, "It's fine that Punk comes, right?"

"Totally." I said.