I was on the phone with Greg while I waited for my driver instructor and Andre (he was also taking the test today.)

"Oh my god, babe you will not believe what just happened!" He exclaimed

"What?" My eyebrows raised in interest, his voice was a mixture of excitement and disgust.

"I saw my dad's dick!"

"Ummm, what? I know I'm going to regret this, but please explain?"

"So your brother took Andre and I to the quarry, and there was a college party happening at that time-" College party?

"And Andre and I are dancing with-"

"With who?" I asked, my teeth gritted slightly, but I tried to retain my composure.

"Uh,um w-with each other! Yeah, we were dancing with each other." He was such a bad liar.

"Greg, just be honest, I won't get angry. Were you dancing with girls?" I asked calmly.

"Yes." He said guiltily. I tried to ignore the anger and hurt that was surging through me.

"Okay, then what happened?" I managed to say.

"Wait -you're not angry? I thought you would've been pissed, I was dancing with college girls, even Andre said you would be angry but you are the best gi-"

"You know what, I gotta go. My instructor's here." I cut him off, hanging up the phone. I was seething, and Andre had just pulled up. Kurt was screaming advice at his son, and now wishing- or yelling at me, rather- me good luck. I waved and shouted thank you, cringing when I saw him nearly crash into two other cars.

"Hey Bekka. Nervous?" He asked me cheerfully.

"Nope. You?" I gave him a sickly sweet smile.

"Nah." You should be.

"So, what did ya do with Braden?" I asked him.

"Oh, you know, showed him around town. We went to the quarry, saw a very disturbing sight." He shuddered.

"Oh, the quarry! You know, I heard there was supposed to be a college party there. Was there?" I asked him, forcing a cheerful tone.

"Greg told you didn't he." He groaned.

"Yeah." I smirked at him.

"So- um, you guys were dancing with college girls?"

"Bekka-are you jealous?" He started laughing.

"What? It's reasonable-college girls, pretty, probably drunk of their asses, and since it's the quarry, in tiny bikinis?" I said defensively.

"You don't get it do you? Oh my god! Bekka, you two have been dating since you were THIRTEEN! Three years! You two are obviously in love, everybody can see it- don't give me that look Bekka! The little glances you steal when you think the other isn't looking? Your need to be close to each other all the time, not sexually, just intimately. I know Greg loves you, and I know you love him too. But for some reason, you both get so jealous. You with Jasmine and the college girls, Greg with the guys in your dance class and the guys in school. Can't you see it?" I remained quiet. Greg loved me? My heart seemed to swell, I was a little hard on him, he didn't cheat, all he did was dancing, and Braden dragged him there in the first place. Suddenly I swallowed Andre in a hug.

"Thank you Andre." My voice came out slightly muffled. He laughed, his chest vibrating.

"Anytime." He said, hugging me back before we released each other, and I heard footsteps nearby. Oh crap.

"Wiley? You're our driving instructor?!" I exclaimed, looking at him in horror.

"Yes Ms. Higgins, no need to sound so surprised." He commented snidely.

"Yeesh, I liked you better when you were in intensive care." I muttered. He glared at me.

"McKenzie, since you're the only one I can stand right now, you're up first."

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Andre was a pretty smooth driver, everything was going fine until another car full of frat boys pulled up to us, clearly drunk off their asses or just stoned. They started cheering when they saw Andre -or 'Boomer' as they called him. Andre started talking in this weird voice until they pulled away. All Wiley did was take away five points. Other than that, everything was perfect and it was soon my turn. I calmed myself down, reminding myself to focus as I started the car and drove around the town. We passed by a car wash organized bunch of cheerleaders, and both Wiley and Andre practically screamed at me to stop.

"Are you kidding me?!" They were going to stop my driver's test to get a car wash by a bunch of cheerleaders?

"We are not stopping, until I finish my test!" I said, turning the engine back on.

"No! Wait, wait!" Wiley pleaded. "I've already seen most of what you can do, all that's left is parallel parking! If you can park the car properly over there, I will pass you!" Hmmm, interesting.

"Deal." And that's how I spent the rest of my afternoon; with soapy cheerleaders washing the car while my driving instructor and Andre partied in the front, I was texting Greg in the back. I apologized for how I had acted (even though I was still a little pissed), and he apologized saying that if he heard that I was with college guys, he'd get pissed too. I couldn't help but remember what Andre said, that Greg loved me, and I just knew that I had to tell him. But how?

Bek, we're holding an 80's party at our house tonight! You coming?

I smiled. 80's? Hmmmmm.

Definitely. What about your job?

Greg had just gotten a job at Dickie's ice cream truck, he wanted to earn his money rather than ask his parents for money when we went on dates. I had a job as well, I taught beginner's ballet at the studio.

I'll just come a little late. So what're you dressing up as? ;)

I had an idea already, but nothing was certain.

It's a surprise. What about you?

I replied back.

Holding out on me are you? Well then you'll just have to wait and see.

I laughed.

How's your drivers test going?

I explained to him what happened, before I had to go because the cheerleaders were finally done and I could finally go home and put together my costume!

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Dad and Braden were finally bonding, I had know idea how that happened. I was now FaceTiming Nancy while I worked out my costume. I was going as Blondie from her video "Rapture."

"Andre asked me out! We're going to the Feder's party together!" She squealed excitedly.

"Great! Hey, can I borrow your black pumps?" I asked her while riffling through my closet before I found my black crop top with studded jewels on the top.

"Sure. Who're you going as?" She asked me. Nancy was going as Pat Benatar.

"Blondie, ya know the outfit she wore for rapture? Mini skirt and crop top?" I told her.

"Ooh, sexy." She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"Planning on impressing someone? Or maybe...confessing something to a certain someone?" She asked me.

"Maybe." I said slyly, before put my outfit aside, I would iron it later.

"Awweee! How're you going to do it?" She asked me.

"I don't really know." I confessed. "I was thinking that while everybody was dancing I'd take him somewhere secluded-"

"And murder him?" I glared at Nancy.

"No! You know the cops would suspect me first!" I joked back.

"But as I was saying, I was thinking that maybe I'll pull him away from everyone else and just tell him."

"That's great!" She said. I gave her a look.

"What's wrong with it?" I sighed.

"What? I didn't say anything, nothing's wrong!"

"Mhm. What? You think he won't like it?"

Nancy sighed.

"Bekka. I think it's perfect, okay? You're just nervous. Calm down. I've seen the way that boy looks at you, and how you look at him. Everyone can see it, so I don't understand why you can't just grow a pair and tell him!" Nancy threw her hands in the air in emphasis.

"You're right." I steeled my nerves.

"You know what? I'm going to go see him on his first day." I said, grabbing my purse.

"Wait! Don't tell him while he's at work, no that's a bad plan, THAT'S-" I hung up, cutting her off. She was right. Why couldn't I just come out and tell him. I looked in the mirror, pulling my hair out of its loose bun, and running a hand through my hair, trying to calm down my messy, wavy hair. I fixed my eyeliner, and mustered up my courage, heading out the door. Dad and Braden were sitting on the couch, eating pizza and laughing.

"Hey! Where are you going?" My dad asked.

"Going to see Greg on his first day." I told him excitedly.

"Don't you want to have dinner first?" Braden asked. I smiled at them.

"I'm fine, I'll grab a bite to eat later. You guys just stay and keep talking." They shrugged.

"Don't be out to late! The Feder's are having a party!" My dad called back.

"Okay!"

I had just reached the stop sign when I heard the screech of tires. I put down the hands that were shielding my face and looked at Nancy in awe.

"Don't ever hang up on me. Ever."

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Nancy had driven me to the ice cream truck, after talking some sense into me that maybe telling him on his first day of work while he was serving ice cream was probably not the right time. I had hugged her and thanked her for chasing after me. I still wanted to see Greg on his first day though. We saw Jonathan there as well, Nancy's ex. Nancy was sitting at a table, and thankfully he hadn't noticed either of us yet, as he was too busy talking on the phone in the corner. I walked up to the counter as Greg turned around with two ice cream cones in his hand.

"Welcome to the Ice Cream House- Bekka?" He crushed the cones in his hands.

"Hey Greg, you crushed your cones." I said laughing slightly. He grinned.

"No, that was a squeeze test, these cones failed. We're going to try paper cones next. So, uh, what're you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you on your first day." I told him. He smiled at me.

"So-"

"Bekka?!" Oh shit.

"What're you doing here?" Jonathan, A.K.A. the cheating piece of scum said.

"I'm actually with Nancy, getting ice cream." I glared.

"Oh Nancy's here?" He looked scared for a second. "We should catch up! When was the last time we talked?" He said with fake enthusiasm.

"I think it was about three months ago when you hit on me while you were dating my best friend, and I threatened to cut off your testicles and use them them to strangle you in your sleep." I said. He laughed.

"Feisty, I like that. Hey, I'll have two vanilla cones, for the lady and I." He gave me a sleazy wink. Ugh, douche bag. I think I just threw up in my mouth.

"Sure." Greg said, gritting his teeth slightly, crushing the cones even more.

"How've you been?" Jonathan asked me, trying to put his arm around me, until I stopped him with a death glare.

"Fine, until you showed up." I said scathingly. "I was actually trying to talk to my boyfriend, so if you could just take your ice cream and leave-"

"You're dating THAT guy?" He laughed.

"What's so funny?" I snarled at him.

"Nothing it's just- I think you can do better." He said with what I think was an attempt at a flirtatious smile.

"Excuse me-" I began outraged, before Greg showed up cutting me off.

"Here you -whoops!" He cried out fakely as he dropped the cones on Jonathan's shirt.

"What the hell man!" Jonathan cried out.

"Oh I'm so sorry- just let me-" he grabbed Jonathan's shirt, yanking him up slightly. Dickie wasn't paying attention, thinking that Greg was just handing us our ice creams.

"Don't you ever bother her again. She has made it very clear that she is not interested. Back off. She is my girlfriend, understand?" Jonathan nodded quickly.

"Good." He released him, a bit roughly. "Have a nice day!" He called out cheery as Jonathan all but ran away. I saw Nancy hiding her smile with her hand. Greg dissipated for a second, before he appeared again, standing outside the truck.

He came up to me and kissed me roughly.

"Uh-um, t-thanks by the way, for um, telling him to back off. He's really annoying." I said, blushing hard.

"It's fine." His dark expression softened slightly. "I just, I don't like you with other guys like that. Because we're together. And I-" he hesitated. "And I love you." He said softly. My grin stretched wider than what I thought was possible.

"I love you too." I said trying not to start jumping around like crazy. He let out a breath of relief and kissed me softly. He then noticed my..spasms I guess.

"Um, are you okay?" He asked me warily.

"Oh yeah." I said, and I calmed down immediately. He grinned at me, and I returned it.

"FEDER! Get back to work!" Dickie called back.

"Oh damn." Greg groaned.