"Hey, Farid. . . You remember the code for my bike, right?" He sat on me instead of laying on me. And I started having dirty thoughts.

"Yeah! You showed me!" He smiled.

"Okay. . . You can go get it and ride. . . Me and Dustfinger will be at the pond, okay?" He nodded, got off me and started running. And he didn't forget Gwin.

I got up, grabbed Dustfinger's hand and dragged him towards the pond.

"Hey, Lexi. . . Wait, why are we. . . Lexi! Talk to me!" He kept yelling at me. I couldn't help, but smirk more and more.
Finally, we got to the pond. Again, somewhere I would get in big trouble if my mom found out. I call this place my secret place. I giggled while he kept asking. I finally stopped when I brought him around behind a little shed. I stopped him, pulled him down a little and pressed my lips against his. He never pulled away from me, which I loved.

If anything, he was pulling me closer to him.

'Well. . . I guess reading him into the book over night made him realize he loves me more then he thought!' I thought.

I had grabbed his collar to pull him down to my level, but now that he was willing to stay like this, I wrapped my arms around his neck. To make it easier for him, he put his hands on my butt, got a good grip and lifted me so I had my legs wrapped around his waist.

I pulled away a bit so I could catch my breath and smiled while his mouth moved to my neck.

"You know. . . You should be gentle with me. . . I have never done this before in my life. . ." I whispered in his ear. "I'm also a little scared that we'll be found and you'll go to jail for what's my fault."

"So. . . Now your having second thoughts about what you started? Well, then. . . We better stop before we go too far." He started pulling away until I slid off of him, but I gripped his hand, and wouldn't let it go. I put his hand on my chest, right between my boobs.

"Tell me the truth and tell it to me right now." I looked up at him to see him looking down at me with his mouth open, but then he closed it. I could tell by the look on his face that he was wondering what I was talking about. "Do you truly love me or are just doing this because you miss Roxane or. . . Is it because you feel sorry for me because you and Farid are leaving soon?" I ask him.

'What should I say? I do have feelings for Lexi, but I don't want to cheat on Roxane. . . Not counting what we just did. . .' Dustfinger ask himself in his head.

"Well. . . Lexi, I-"

"Lexi? Dustfinger?" Ask a males voice. A questioning males voice.

When I heard it say my name, I jumped a mile. I turned to look, I didn't hear anyone on the leaves, we are in the woods after all, I saw Farid. How could I forget that I sent the boy to get my bike and I told him where we were. Of course he would come find us. How could I forget about a fourteen. . .

Is he still fourteen? He does look older. . . But, Dustfinger doesn't look any older. Wouldn't that make Farid. . . Sixteen? Wow. that's weird. I had heard Dustfinger was thirty in the book, so he would be. . . thirty-five, maybe? I don't know. Ages are hard to remember.

Hey! I'm standing here with Dustfinger's hand on my boobs and Farid's staring at us, sadly, but I'm thinking about how old Farid and Dustfinger are? I am a very stupid blonde!

"Lexi. . . Why is your hair messy?" He ask me, looking so sad.

I think he knows why, but doesn't want it to be true. I felt sorry for him. I removed Dustfinger's hand from my chest, placed it at his side and stared at the ground.

"I'm sorry, Farid. . . I just-" I wanted to cry, but there were no tears in my eyes, no sting I always feel before I cry and I've cried too much. I'm not going to cry, anymore. But, I'm not going to scream or yell, either. "Farid. . . You know that I love Dustfinger. . . But, I also love you. . . I'm just trying to choose. . . Farid or Dustfinger? You have no clue how hard it is for me to choose. . . I still don't know who I really love, though. So, please, don't get upset about this."

I looked at one, then the other, then back, again.

"Fine, then. . . Wait. . . When was the last time you drank something, Lexi?" Dustfinger ask, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest. I smiled weirdly up at him.

"I don't remember. . ." I told him, backing away slowly.

But, I forgot that there was a big, steep hill behind me, so I fell down it. I rolled and rolled and rolled, until I reached the bottom. When I stopped, I just laid down on my back, staring up at the sky. And, of course, I hurt. My head, my arms, my back and my legs. When I knew the dudes were close, all I said was, "Ouch!" and I swear either something was bleeding, broken or even gone. I hurt everywhere.

"Hey! Are you alive?" I turned my head to see Dustfinger and Farid working they're way down the hill to me.
"I said ouch, so I have to be alive! I think something I broke something." I told them.

"What do you think is broken? What hurts the most?"

I glared up at Dustfinger.

"I don't know! I'm shocked I'm not crying yet!"

Farid got to me first.

Oh, my god! He's good at doing that. . . Better then Dustfinger, at least.

"Lexi. . . Your arm is bleeding. There's a big gash!"

"So. . . I don't wanna see it. I just want my head to stop pounding. It's starting to make me dizzy."

"Hm. . . I wonder why? You did just roll down a hill, most likely hit your head on the wood up there and a tree, and. . . Well, you're going to hurt." Dustfinger pointed out.

Like I didn't already know that. He just told me what I already knew. It annoys me when people do that, but right now, I don't feel like talking. I didn't want to move, either. I didn't want to do anything really.

Dustfinger and Farid were talking to me, but I wasn't listening to them. I was zoned out. Someone sat me up.

"Lexi. . . What's my name?" I looked up at Dustfinger.

"You're Dustfinger, he's Farid and I'm Lexi. . . Now why do I feel so out of it? Do I have a concussion?"

"No. . . I think your just shaken up. . . And nothings broken. Just that bloody gash in your arm. We can clean that up after we get up that hill." Dustfinger said. I looked at him in the eyes.

"Ha! Easier said then done. It's hard going back up there!" I laughed, but it hurt. It looked like Farid brought my backpack, so I held out my hand to him and he gave it to me. I dug around in it, until I found my 'warriors in pink' scarf that I use in my hair, wrapped it around my arm where the gash was and tied it as tight as I could get it. Farid made it go tighter then I got it.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because I don't want it to get too dirty. . . I'd rather wrap this around it then having to go to the doctors for it."
They agreed with me there.