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I stormed through the crowds in a blind rage. My hands shook violently and my face was flushed from anger.

"What did they do to her to make her that scared!"

People were giving me death glares but at this point, I didn't care if I knocked anyone over, as long as I found them.

I literally scoured the entire boardwalk looking for them. I searched the video store (they seemed to go there a lot), the free concert going on that night, every bar and restaurant, you get the picture.

I didn't find them at any of those places, unfortunately, but I wasn't going to give up. I would make sure they heard what I had to say. Now, I wasn't going to be ridiculous and pretend like I could actually take on all four of them, I mean let's be realistic here. I couldn't fight them physically, but I definitely could verbally.

"Where are you, David?" I whispered menacingly to the night. I knew he hadn't left the boardwalk yet, I could just feel it.

The shrill sounds from the carousel were sounding in my ear and I headed towards the brightly colored ride. The horses went up in down in a redundant pattern, and the motion made remember that night with Maria.

"I'm gonna find out what they did with her too," I thought angrily, running my hand across the black horse that Maria had ridden.

They weren't on the carousel like I thought they might be and I was running out of options.

"Where are they?"

I stepped off the carousel in frustration and stormed off towards the railings. It was freezing outside and the sudden temperature drop made me wish that I had grabbed a jacket. The wind blew ocean spray up from the beach and I wrapped my arms around me in attempt to get warm.

"Jesus, it's cold," I mumbled.

Pop, pop, pop. My flip flops made that annoying sound and I was tempted to take them off. The only thing that kept me from removing them was all the sharp objects lying around on the dusty ground.

"Yeah, not a very smart idea," I thought.

I walked along the railings until most of the people on the boardwalk had gone back home. A few stragglers stayed behind, but the boardwalk was mostly empty.

"I've got to get back to Holly," I thought anxiously. Too much of the night had passed away.

I had carried Holly to the truck after she fainted and set her in the front. Of course I locked it, but still, it was Santa Carla. I needed to get back to her before anything could happen.

The wind blew even harder and my anger grew. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be out here freezing my ass off!

"Speak of the devil," I growled, looking directly ahead of me.

There they were, leaning casually on the railings, watching the last few party goers stumble around the boardwalk. They were all smoking, as usual, and I wanted to slap the cigarettes out of their hands I was so mad.

My anger boiled over the edge. They were gonna hear what I had to say!

I stalked over to them, my hands bunching up into fists. David was the first to notice me and smirked at my outrage.

"You!" I hissed, pointing a finger in his direction. I probably should have listened to little Jiminy Cricket in my head, but I couldn't stop, not when I had so much to say.

"You! What did you do to her!" I snarled.

Marko laughed. "We didn't do anything."

"Bullshit!" I screeched.

David shook his head. "You're friend has a tendency to overreact, Cassidy."

"Overreact? She was terrorized and crying so hard I could barely understand her! Now you tell me what you did to her!" I snarled, getting up David's face.

He laughed a cold, cruel laugh. "Like Marko said, we didn't do anything her. We got in a fight with some guys on the beach and it probably freaked her out." His face was one of amusement. It was almost like I had missed an inside joke between the four of them.

My eyes narrowed and I was silent.

"I don't believe you," I growled.

"Well, believe it, girl," Paul laughed loudly.

I turned swiftly around to face him. "AND YOU!" I screeched, breaking the silence.

He held his hands up in surrender. "What did I do?" he laughed, looking around at his friends as they laughed as well. David wasn't laughing.

"What did you do to Maria?"

Paul's face fell, but he remained silent.

"Well?"

"That's enough, Cassidy," David said sternly.

I whipped around to face him, starring angrily into his blue eyes.

"No, that's not enough, David," I hissed his name. His features hardened and his eyes glinted dangerously.

"Maria's my best friend and I have a right to know what happened to her!"

I watched in frustration as David simply put out his cigarette with the tip of his boot and looked back at me, acting as if everything were normal. He smirked, all signs of anger gone from his perfect features.

"Boy, he's good."

"You're still just as stubborn," he laughed quietly, but his eyes did not show amusement. They portrayed something close to longing and deep unhappiness.

Still? I didn't know what was going on, but I had a feeling that I didn't want to know.

"Yes and my stubbornness has always gotten me answers in the past, so spill," I commanded.

All the boys adopted angry expression, obvious signs that they didn't like being told what to do. They growled, turning around fully to face me.

"Go home, Cassidy," David growled.

I scowled. "When she wakes up, I'll get the answers. And if I find out you harmed her in any way then I swear I'll-"

"You'll do what? Please, enlighten me," David asked harshly.

I was caught off guard. "I…I'll…" I stuttered. What would I do?

He smirked in satisfaction. "That's what I thought."

My hands clenched into fists and I grabbed handfuls of my sweat pants to keep myself from doing anything drastic. I breathed out a stressful breath and looked away. I knew I had lost.

"I just need to know that you won't hurt Maria, David," I whispered angrily, my voice pained. I looked back up when I heard no response.

David was staring at me curiously and I felt my cheeks burn much to my dislike.

"Boys, give us a minute," David said, his eyes never leaving mine.

I watched the others leave reluctantly and my heart raced. Being alone with David had proven to be quite difficult in the past.

"Why can't you tell me?" I asked the minute they were gone.

"Because, Cassidy, it's none of your business anymore," he warned.

"None of my business? She's my best friend, why can't I see her?"

"Because!" he said sharply, causing me to shut my mouth quickly. I could tell this could get ugly very fast if I wasn't careful.

I sighed. "I have so many questions, David."

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

I took a deep breath, deciding to ask the question that had been bothering me for hours now.

"How did you know I wanted that necklace?" I whispered.

He was silent for a long time. "Isn't it enough just to say thank you and move on?"

I shook my head. "Not for me."

He snorted. "Still just the same," he repeated.

I still had no idea what he was talking about and I wasn't about to ask.

"Are you going to give me an answer to any of my questions?"

"I think leaving you in the dark would be much more enjoyable," he said, smirking.

I groaned. "You're being very difficult."

"You're the one who was yelling," he pointed out.

"That's not the point. The point is, the last I saw of Maria, she headed off with you guys and she never came back."

David didn't speak.

"Did you kill her?" I asked bluntly. I needed to know the truth and this was the only way to find out.

His head snapped up and his eyes glinted dangerously.

"If she's that important to you, do you think I would have killed her?" he snarled.

I was stunned into silence.

"Look, make it easy on both of us and go home, Cass," he growled.

My heart fluttered. Cass! He called me Cass! The annoying childhood name suddenly sounded so perfect coming from him.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I thought angrily.

"Now is not the time to moon over him!"

My eyes narrowed. "I'll find out what happened to her, David. I'll find out what you're hiding from me," I threatened.

He smirked. "I look forward to it, Cassidy."

I turned around then and stalked off in anger, all the while feeling his eyes follow me. When I got back to the truck, Holly was still unconscious in the front seat. I sighed and started the engine.

The roads on the way home were bumpy and a few times I thought Holly might wake up. Unfortunately she didn't. How was I going to explain an unconscious girl in the front seat to my Dad? He would probably think she was a drunk or a junkie or something like that.

I wouldn't be in this difficult situation if it wasn't for David.

"I'll get the answers to my questions, even if it kills me."

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Wow, she's not a happy camper! Lol please R&R!