AN: There was some confusion earlier about this story. My friend, BIGGERimagination, gave me permission to write this fanfic. Plagiarism is stealing. Stealing is taking things against someone's knowledge or approval. I have both. Therefore, this is neither.
chillax, man.
Alena's POV
Well, this is it. We leave tomorrow. My stuff is all packed, and our cabin looks a little sad without all the shit strewn all around the floor. Kaylee and Molly are just laying on their beds, playing their guitars and basses respectively. Molly looked particularly distraught.
"You okay, Molly?" I asked, pacing around the middle of the room.
"Oh, I'm fine," she said, playing a new bass line I've never heard before. She's getting better at bass. She only got it last Christmas. I got my guitar at the same time, but I got lessons right away. I hate to say it, but I was better than her. And Kaylee. Oh man. She's a genius. Better than both of us put together. But then again, she's been playing guitar for almost six years. She's had the same shitty fender for that long, too.
"Well," she said, after a couple seconds of silence. "I'm not exactly fine."
I looked inquiringly at her. She's probably just talking about Greg, or something stupid like that, I thought to myself.
"What's shakin', Bacon?" asked Kaylee from her bed, fingers strumming the strings on her guitar.
"Uh, it's not a big deal or anything, but…" she mumbled something that we couldn't hear.
"Molls. You have to actually talk when you talk," said Lindsey, who was tapping her fingers on the side of her bed.
"Okay. But, Len, you have to promise not to get mad at me, okay?" she said, looking at me pleadingly.
"Not anymore," I said, stopping. "What did you do this time?"
"I may have let it slip to my mom that you…met … Caleb." She hung her head, obviously desperate not to make eye contact with me.
"You WHAT?!" I screamed. Thoughts raced through my mind. Would her mom tell my mom? Probably. We had this running joke that our moms were, like, in love with each other.
Fuck.
What if she told my dad.
I'm going to die.
"I'm so sorry Lenna! I didn't realize it! You know how I am! If I know a secret, everyone knows it. I'm sorry. Maybe she hasn't told your dad yet.
"Yeah. And maybe Greg will walk in right now and ask to have sex with you," I said. Immediately I regretted saying it. Before it was even out of my mouth, I regretted it. I watched Molly's face crumple and she slumped her shoulders a little.
Someone flung the door open and Greg walked in, looking at Molly. I almost shitted my pants.
"Molly! What the hell did you do?" he asked. Molly backed up a couple feet and stumbled as she hit the edge of her bed.
"I didn't do anything!" she yelled back. I could see her eyes glazing over with tears. Kaylee and Lindsay glanced at each other. I knew what they were thinking. Molly didn't deserve that. But we all knew that she would yell her way out of a situation, even if she felt like dying.
"You told someone… You told someone about them," said Greg in a whisper-yell, pointing at me. I smirked a little. We were 'them' now. That couple that's so well known, they just become 'them'.
Sweet.
"I don't need this, right now," she mumbled putting her head in her hands. She looked up at Greg in a calm voice that still shook unsteadily, as though she was restraining herself. "yes. I told my mom. Yes, I'm pretty sure that she told Alena's mom. And, yes, I'm also pretty sure she told Nick." I noticed that she didn't say 'Alena's dad', she said 'Nick'.
"Molly. I just got a call from Sara. She didn't tell Nick. But she said to tell Alena that…" he paused and looked at me. A pained look came on his face. "She said to use a condom."
"YES! Oh, my mom is the best!" I said, grabbing a backpack off my bed.
"Where do you think you're going, Alena?" asked Greg, putting a hand out, like he was going to stop me.
"I'm going to see Caleb. And you can't stop me, so put that away," I said, pushing his hand down by his side. He looked confused, like too much had happened too fast.
"Okay. At least let me get back to my cabin so I can say I don't know what happened." He turned to leave, and Molly wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. Greg paused at he passed her. He wiped a tear off her cheek and said "That shirt looks nice on you, Molly," and walked away.
After he left, we all sighed collectively, like we were all holding our breath.
"For a second, Molly, I totally thought Greg was gonna come and ask to do you," said Kaylee, breaking the silence.
I jumped off my bed and grabbed my backpack. "It's been long enough. The acoustic class is still on, right?"
"I think so, but—" I cut Lindsay off.
"See you later, guys," I said, dashing out of the room towards the north beach.
