I look over my shoulder. The cashier, a dumpy girl I recognized from school, was distracted with a customer. I peeked at the ten feet between me and freedom. I twirled the lipstick in my hand. If I ran…I'd probably make it. This was not the right occasion to wear heels. But then again I could probably still do. Not my first time at this rodeo.

I took an innocent step forward and ended up by a rack by the door. I pretended to drop something so I could look behind me. The cashier's face was hidden by a curtain of oily blonde hair. I'd probably have to help her later. That hair was just a tragedy that needed assistance, along with the rest of her. She turns for a second and I take my chance. I slip out of the store with a smug face until suddenly…

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Shit!

I turn and see the entire store turn to me. I give and awkward smile. I look desperately and see another girl has left at the same time as me. Desperate times.

"Seriously? Shoplifting?" I accuse. The store manager comes to us and I make eyes to the girl. "The nerve of some people," I cross my arms and take a few cautious steps back out of the store. The clerk looks at me and then back at the woman giving me an odd glare. I glare back until I scare her off. As soon as I've backed out the store I'm ready to bolt.

Three, two…

"Hey you!" A voice cries to my left. I turn and see an overweight man in a security uniform come running in my direction.

Aw Shit…

I turn and bolt to my right down the street. More cries call from behind me but I don't look back. I dodge people left and right. I hop over leash of a dog being walked. I brush through people until I finally turn a corner into an alley and duck behind a dumpster. I hear footsteps clatter and more cries after me but they start to fade.

My heart pounds against my chest like a drum. Adrenaline burning through my veins as the excitement is still flowing through my body. I smile to myself as I pick myself up and lean against the wall as I apply my prize. Bubble gum red is the name, how does that even make sense? Whatever, I apply it anyway.

Suddenly my phone rings. I fumble through my jacket pockets until I find it and see Michael's caller ID. Damn I'm still in shock over him and Blake. I mean him and Blake, who saw that coming? But the thought of them together wa hot. I mean just from experience I knew Blake was something extra and Michael's cute face, damn it still gets me going. Whew, I still need to fan myself now and then.

I hit the answer and put it too my ear.

"Hey Michael." I greet but he doesn't respond. Instead I hear Blake's voice.

"I just worry about you sometimes Michael. I don't want anything to happen to you, okay?" Blake says sounding am I listening to? I check to see it's actually Michael on my ID.

There's a pause before Michael responds speaks. "Yeah I get it." He sounds…odd, like he's hurt. But I'm still totally lost. What is this? What did Michael send me? A conversation? Why? "I just…with all the stuff that happened, it was hard to get over it alright." Michael continues.

"Yeah," Suddenly there's silence. Neither speaks but I'm dying to hear more. What the hell is happening? Did he finally get the balls to get Blake? Not that I didn't love Nellie but let's just be honest here Nellie was just a bit…eh.

"So are we over what happened between us?" Blake speaks again. I hold my breath waiting for an answer but Michael is silent. Come on boy say it! Say you love him! Come on you wuss!

"Come on! Say it!" I find myself cheering, but I catch myself and shake off the awkward feeling. Obviously neither can hear me but you know positive vibes might get them.

"Michael? You still there?" Blake continues and my heart begins to break from the wait. Would he say it? Please Michael do something right for once.

"Yeah," He laughs for second. "Yeah I'm here," Come on…I fidget as I keep hoping to hear Michael confession. Why else would he send me this?

"Good," Blake says, I can practically hear him grinning against the phone. I smile to myself as I just imagine them together…whew still too hot to think of right now.

"What do you think Blake? Do you think it's over? Is it behind us?" Michael asks. Dammit Blake, so help me if you screw this up…

"I um… I don't know. I mean I do, possibly. I know something but whatever happened between us… I think it might be over. I think maybe…I don't know. There's just a lot there right now. I don't know if we're the best thing for each other." Blake finally answers and I sigh. Oh Blake…Oh Michael…Dammit what's wrong with these two? Someone needs to slap some sense into them.

"Michael?" Blake says, his voice vulnerable and soft. My heart suddenly breaks for the two. I keep willing for one of them to just confess to the other that what they really want is each other but those two idiots are too stupid to say it. Crap.

"Yeah Blake, I get it." Michael's voice falters at the end. Then suddenly the phone hangs up and then mine does as well. Wait WHAT! That's it! What the…What? No, no that's not it! Seriously!

I scroll through my phone until I find Blake's number. I'm gonna give that boy a piece of my mind. Then I'm gonna slap the shit out of Michael. It's rings a few times until suddenly Blake's mom answers.

"Hello?" she asks but something's wrong. It sounds like she's been crying. What the heck? Why?

"Mrs. Jenner?" I ask cautiously. What happened? Why is she crying? And more importantly why is she answering Blake's phone?

"Oh, hi Aylin, Blake can't come to the phone right now we're having a bit of a family thing. I'm sorry." She says and I hear something crash on the other end of the phone.

"Oh okay tell Blake-" the phone suddenly hangs up though. What the hell is going on?

I continue to scroll through my phone until I find Michael's number. It's rings for a while before he picks up.

"Hi Aylin," Michael answers, strangely stoic.

"I need to see you, now."

Why the hell does he want to meet here? I look around the forest awkwardly. This was definitely not the right place for heels. Why the hell was Michael in the middle of the fucking woods? I continue up the trail none the less until I finally see a big old boxcar sticking out in the middle of the woods.

I hear something shift inside the car. Instantly I go on alert and fumble through my pockets. "Hello!" I cry towards the car. I jump when I hear another creak. "I have pepper spray!" I continue to search. If I could fucking find it I'm gonna mace the shit out of them. Crap, where the hell did I put it.

"Aylin?" Michael's calm voice penetrates the silence. I let out a breath as my body relaxes. Thank god, not a murderer, just an idiot. I climb onto the edge of the train car and see Michael sitting precariously over the edge with a six pack by his side. Three bottles already empty next to him.

"You, I have a few choice words for you." I say trying to build up my anger. "First off nature boy, why the hell are we in the forest? Where did you get that beer? And what the hell was this?" I point anxiously at my phone. I was still dying on the inside to know what the hell was happening between them.

Michael slowly peeks back at me and gives a small shrug. He nurses a beer in his hand before taking a small sip. I sigh, idiot or not he was still hurting and I couldn't help but want to comfort him.

"Okay Mr. Grumpy, mind telling me what happened?" I ask as I take a seat beside him over the edge. I can't help but be mesmerized by the beautiful portrait in front of me. It looks so…green yet somehow almost magical with the afternoon sky burning over it, giving everything a nice crisp glow.

Michael hands me a beer. I smile as I snap off the lid and take a tiny sip. Still tastes like ass but I can feel the edge of a buzz coming. I sip again careful not to take too much too fast. "Are you okay?" I try again. Michael looks down at the view and suddenly that drop makes me nervous. Was Michael…he wouldn't do that. But then again with what just happened. I edge closer so I could drag him back in an instant if necessary.

"I'm sorry Aylin. I fucked up." Michael says quietly. I smirk and nudge his arm.

"Hey, it's not the end of the world alright. Look you and Blake…I still think it'll happen." I say hopefully. Michael just frowns at my lap. I sigh again and take another sip, if you can't beat them join them.

"What exactly is this though? Why did you send it to me?" I ask holding out my phone. Michael faces pales as he takes another long chug.

"I didn't…" he says softly.

"What?" I ask but suddenly my phone comes to life. I look and see I've missed a shit ton of texts. I scroll through but my heart stops when I read some.

Shannie Bear: Did you get Michael's txt!? Omg what's going on!

Charlie Brown: the secrets out! michael told everyone! call me! ps love you :)

Lils: Holy Sh*t what happened between blake and michael! Calllll meee!

Nellie: What's going on with blake and michael? Is there something going on!

There are countless others with the exact same message.

Oh shit

I look to Michael with a helpless face. But he just looks on to my phone with a stony expression. I want to be mad, I want to break his neck for this…but I can't blame him. Love makes us all a bit crazy…and those two were definitely deep in it.

"It'll be fine." I lie, more to calm myself than him. I don't think it does much.

Well this escalated quickly.

I take another sip of my beer, mentally preparing for the shit storm to come.