The ride home was really too short for my liking, but it was enjoyable. The sharp wind didn't bother me, and despite the lightly pouring rain, I stayed warm. It was an odd, yet comforting sensation that I got in the pit of my stomach when I was around him, and I was coming to like it.

"Thanks again Jacob."

"Your welcome and most people just call me Jake, among other things."

"Ha, I'll have to ask about that later."

I had just climbed off the bike when his cell phone started going off.

"Hello?"

"I know Sam."

"I know, don't worry, I'll be there."

He hung up and looked at me apologetically, taking back the extra helmet. "I really wish I didn't have to run off, but I forgot about something I had to do."

"That's ok, I understand."

He looked down, a small shy trait I had yet to see in him. "I really hope that we can talk again, I like talking to you Andy."

"I like talking to you too," I held out my hand, "give me your phone."

He handed it over and I quickly entered in my numbers and stored it under my nickname.

"Thanks, I'm defiantly going to call you."

"I believe you. Take care Jake, and thanks, for everything."

"Sure sure."

With one last smile, he put his helmet back on and was off, quicker than before. I knew he was showing off, it was too obvious for his own good. I waited until he was out of sight before entering the warmth of the small cabin.

There were still several boxes stacked in the living room and the open kitchen. I decided to please my mother, so after putting all my stuff back in my room I started unpacking dishes, books, and other random objects my mother collected.

The work flew by once I placed a cd in the small boom box on the kitchen counter. Hours of unpacking, and smashing empty boxes down to be recycled only seemed to take minutes.

Before I knew it, darkness had settled around the house and it was nearing time for my mother to be home. I planned to stay awake and wait for her, but a life time of un planned things taught me not to expect them to always turn out the way I wanted them too.

After settling down in my bed with a warm cup of hot coco and The Great Gatsby I eventually drifted off to sleep.

"Come on out baby, come out and play Andy." His voice mocked me, pretending to not know where I was hiding in fear. But knowing that didn't make me move, he would have found me eventually, and it would only make things worse the longer it took. So I stayed put, crammed under my bed, small fingers over my mouth, shaking and crying.

His friends had come over tonight as well; I saw all their feet around the ends of the bed as they continued to pretend to search for me. The anticipation of the find was killing me more than it was them.

One by one, they all surrounded the bed. They must have been able to hear my heart beat over the music from down stairs; it was the loudest thing in my ears. Slowly they started to bend down, pulling back the blankets and smiling at their find. My whole body started to shake out of my control. Right where my face was, only inches away, was right where his face appeared. He was so happy with what he knew was going to happen, his whole face portrayed that. I slid back as far as I could against the junk under my bed, but I couldn't get any further.

"Time to play princess." His large pale hands reached out for my arms, pulling my kicking form out.

"You know if you keep up this bad behavior it will just make things worse and you'll have to sit in time out with one of my friends."

I gulped and stopped struggling. I had only ever been sent into time out one time in my whole six years, and the pain from that was enough to keep me from ever ending up there again.

He placed me gently on the bed as they all surrounded it, taking turns, talking, making weird noises. It was all I could do not to scream and keep my tears in.