A/N
Yo! I must be insane. Four chapters in one night. Jeez.
So, here it is! Chapter four of Fall for Me? Plus, we meet the character the story is based off! Even though you don't know who it is. Mwa ha ha ha...
I examine the fold up table. Somehow, I think somethings a little off.
"You sure it's sturdy?" I ask Adam.
"Positive. Drake put it up, right? It'll be fine-" the table collapses just before Adam puts down his plate. He steps back instinctively.
"Like I said, Drake put it up. You never know with him," he raises his hand that's not holding the plate. I roll my eyes.
"Drake!" I shout down the beach. He'd seemed more normal today. Whatever had happened yesterday was long gone.
"What?" He shouts back. I point to the table. He grins sheepishly.
"Well, I was distracted when I put it up. Yeah! By a..." he glances around, trying to find something to pin the blame on, "sandhopper! Yeah! Those little buggers are everywhere nowadays."
"That's because we're on a beach, you dolt. Now come put up this table properly," I yell.
"Sir yes sir! I mean, ma'am yes ma'am" he corrects himself. Boys. I wonder which one of my friends is the one that Teev's friend likes. I feel sorry for her. While Drake sets up the table again, I look at the plates in the boot of Adam's car. We bought all sorts of food, none of us being regular party goers. But we have a pretty good stash.
"Done!" Drake brushes off his hands on his shorts. He grins triumphantly. I smirk, and sit on the table. It holds, surprisingly enough. We load the plates onto it, and sit back, admiring our handiwork. We'd put up tents and stuff, so it was pretty well decked out. I grab a prawn thing, and am about to eat it when Drake plucks it out of my hand.
"Uh uh uh. No eating til the party starts," he pops it in his mouth. I gape. He sees my expression, and smirks.
"Well, I couldn't really have put it back since I'd touched it," he reasons. I scoff.
"Mmm, that was good," he rubs his stomach, eyes on me. I huff, and turn to Adam disbelievingly. He just looks at me like, believe it, sister, cause you're stuck with it. I stuck out my tongue, and went to sit on a rock, my feet dangling in the water. The boys come and sit beside me.
"I can't believe I only started here two months ago," I say.
"Yeah. It seems like so long, can't get away from you anymore," Adam jokes. I punch his arm.
"Ow!" Drake laughs. I punch his arm, too.
"Ow!" He squeals in a girly voice. I snicker. I hear voices down the beach, and glance in that direction.
"Time to get this party started."
It's about an hour in. The music's crazy loud, and pretty much everyone's dancing. I'm on my way back from the food table when I see Stanley.
"Great party, El!" He yells over the music. I nod back, and register that he's wet.
"You been swimming?" I ask.
"Yeah. You going to?" He asks. I shake my head.
"Are you sure about that?" I see a gleam in his eyes.
"What...oh, no, don't you dare-" I back away from his outstretched arms.
"C'mon, El, give your friend a hug," Stanley smirks. I'm about to run when someone shoves me as they're trying to get past. I think I hear a faint 'sorry'. Stanley grins and wraps his arms around me. I make a shrieking noise. When he pulls away, I'm sopping wet. How he even manages to do that with one hug is beyond me.
"You will pay!" I yell, running at him. He sprints back into the water, where his friends are wrestling. I hesitate at the edge.
"Screw it, I'm wet anyway," I say, then dive under. I come up and wipe water from my eyes, then look around. I see Stanley with his back turned, talking to one of his friends. I sneak closer, soundless. His friend sees me, and I hold a finger to my lips. He claps Stanley on the shoulder.
"So, how'd it go? You get that girl?" He asks
"Huh, yeah, I-" I lunge, pushing him under the water. I high five his friend.
"Ella," I say, sticking my hand out.
"Nolan. Nice doing business with you," he smirks. I realize Stanley hasn't cone up yet.
"Where's Stanley?" I panic.
"I dunno," says Nolan, looking around.
"Looking for me?" Stanley says from behind me. I spin, and Stanley lifts me over his shoulder.
"Hey! Can I help?" Drake and Adam rush down to the water. They wade in, and look hopefully at Stanley.
"You grab her legs, you get her back, and I'll take her arms. On three?"
"And a one and a two-" they throw me in. I hit the water, shrieking. I glare at them, water dripping down my face. I must look murderous.
"So, uh, hey- run!" Drake screams. I dive at him, tackling him under. He comes up, and spits.
"Lets get Adam," he says. I nod, grinning. We turn in unison to him. He waves. As one, we run at him, leaping in mid-air and twisting around like the true ninjas we are. Adam ducks under, and we land on top of him.
"Ow...that was a bad idea," he grumbles. Drake and I laugh.
"Hey, Nolan?" I ask innocently.
"Yeah?" he asks, looking at me.
"Where'd your other friends go?" Nolan grins.
"Well, you see-" he makes a sweeping gesture with his hand. Stanley and three other guys emerge from the water.
"Is it just me, or was that seriously creepy?" Adam asks.
"Not just you," I reply, holding up my hands.
"You guys just looked like that mud monster in Scooby Doo," Drake says seriously. He's not even joking, I don't think. Adam and I lose it, and bend over, laughing at him. The Enemy takes their chance, and start to close in on us. I glance around for an escape. Nolan joins their circle.
"Nolan! How could you?" I call, stalling. No use. They wade closer. So I do the unexpected. I splash Nolan and Stanley in the face. I would've splashed the others too, but they weren't in front of me.
"Hey, Ella, you get Stanley with your friends, and us three will get Nolan. Go!" A guy I didn't know says to me. I nod, and rush at Stanley, yelling at Drake and Adam as I go. They follow me, and leap at him. We dunk him, and trap him so he cant move.
"We got him!" I yell to the others, who have successfully pinned Nolan. His brown hair is stuck to the top of his head.
"So not funny," he mutters.
"I'm Matthew, by the way. Call me Matt," Matt says. He points to the other two.
"This one here is Damien. The other one is my idiot twin, David," he gestures to them each in turn.
"Hey!" David says. I compare them. Same dark brown hair, same pale-ish, a few freckles over the noses, and the same light brown eyes. Hmm. Damien looks a bit like Drake, but with slightly lighter blonde hair, no freckles and tanner skin. I glance between them.
"Are you two related?" I question.
"Nope. Never met him in my life," Drake says. I gape.
"What?" he asks.
"That's probably the most normal thing you've said in your life," I close my jaw. Drake rolls his eyes while Adam chuckles.
"It is not-"
"Need I remind you of the 'that's wha-"
"Will you quit bringing that up?" Drake interrupts.
"Nope," I say, popping the p.
"Hey, you're the one that Daniela had a fit over," Damien calls over.
"Huh?" Drake asks, confused. I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, he is. But he doesn't know since he, you know, walked out before it happened," Adam explains.
"What did happen?" Drake asks.
"I'll tell you later," I reply. He nods.
"Hey, I'm gonna go get something to eat. And then, we'll let the games begin," Adam says evilly. I back away.
"You sounded genuinely evil just then," I tell him. He just smiles. We spend another hour in the water before we get out. Stanley's friends are pretty cool. Matt and David are sorta like Drake, but more...open with their pranking, let's say.
"Okay, we're gonna play truth or dare, but we're doing it in ten groups, since there's heaps of us here. So...we're gonna draw names out of a hat. You all did that when you came in, so that wont be a problem. I'll call out the groups," Adam picks up the hat. We'd been through the names and put highlighter on the backs of the nine. Drake pulled out 20 names. And I guess we somehow got pretty lucky with our group.
"Maggie, Cody, Diane, Beth, Maren, Ella, David, Drake, Myra, Liam, Stanley, Hannu, Matt, John, Teev, Damien, Marina, Joseph, Avril and Daniela," Adam reads out. I hear Drake grumble something when he hears Daniela's name. I grin. Our group gathers in a huddle while Adam continues to call out names.
"So, do we wanna do randomly generated or our own? Or both, so you can choose?" I ask. We decide on both. I sit down next to Drake and Damien. Silence.
"Who wants to start?" Drake gets the bundle of names.
"Okay, I'll pick one. Uh...Matt," he reads. Matt looks around the circle.
"Okay, I'm gonna say...you! Uh...Myra?" he raises his eyebrows. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Myra says without hesitation.
"Okay, uh...I'm using the generator, I'm stumped," he clicks the button and snorts.
"Okay. Blindfold the person and choose a random person from the circle. You have to swap clothes with them for the rest of the game," Matt says.
"Uh, okay," Myra ties her hoodie around her face, and steps into the middle of the circle. She spins around and points to someone. She opens her eyes.
"Cody," she says. "Guess we're switching clothes."
"Great," Cody mumbles. They head toward the bathrooms. When they come back, it's hilarious. Cody is squeezed into Myra's blue tank top and white short shorts. Myra on the other hand is wearing baggy black jeans, and a brown t-shirt, which is wayyy too loose on her. Everyone laughs at them. Cody is scowling, but a smile is fighting it's way onto his face.
"Your clothes are really comfy," Myra says.
"Ooh, who to pick, who to pick...Damien!" she points to the blonde boy next to me. Uh, one of the blonde boys next to me.
"Random generator please!" she says. Once Matt passes it to her, she clicks the button and waits.
"Hey, you didn't ask-"
"Truth or dare?" Myra asks pointedly.
"Dare," he replies.
"Thought so," Myra reads the dare and laughs.
"Touch your tongue to your nose. If you can't, you have to do it to the person to your left." I stand up, push Drake to the side, and switch places with him. Everyone except Drake and Damien laugh. They look at each other, mortified.
"You better be able to do this," Drake threatens.
"I hope so too, man." Damien reaches up with his tongue. He can't reach it. He swears under his breath.
"Lick up, Blondie!" Myra calls. Damien winces, before quickly touching his tongue to Drake's nose.
"Oh my God, my nose!"
"Oh my God, my tongue!" They say in unison. I crack up.
"You find this so funny, Ella? Truth or dare?" Damien asks. I gulp.
"Uh...you're gonna come up with a crappy dare, so truth," I answer nervously.
"Alright...generator please!" he holds out his hands. He smirks.
"If you had to date one of the people sitting beside you, which one would it be?" he asks.
"Does it actually say that?" I lean over. It does.
"Easy. Damien, because Drake already has a girlfriend," Drake makes a hissing sound. "Oops, sorry, Drake should have a girlfriend but he's too much of a wimp to ask her out." The people who understand who I'm talking about laugh.
"Okay...you. Girl with the scary light blonde hair. Avril? Okay. Truth or dare?" I ask.
"Dare," she grins.
"Okay..." I hit the button.
"Put lipstick on another player without using your hands," I read. Drake held out the hat to me.
"Pick a name, any name," he says. I reach in and take one out. David. I laugh.
"You. You're getting lipsticked," I say. He groans. Avril takes out a bright red lipstick, and puts it in between her teeth. David leans back as she leans in.
"You gotta let her do it, bro!" Matt yells.
"Easy for you to say," David grumbles. Avril puts the lipstick on David, albeit slightly smudged. David scowls.
"You look pwetty," Damien squeals.
"Okay, uh...you. Other blondie beside Ella. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Drake grins. I smile at his over-confidentness.
"Stand blindfolded in the middle of the circle. Select another player randomly to slow dance with. Try guess who they are," Avril reads out. Damien holds up the hat to me. I exchange a glance with Myra, and grin. Drake stands in the middle with a shirt around his head. I pluck out a name.
"Is Ella picking?" Drake asks.
"Yeah," I answer.
"Someone else pick. I know what she's going to do," Drake says. I scowl and put the name back in.
"I actually got that name though," I sigh.
"Well too bad. I know who it was anyway."
"Pick one," I say to Damien. He does, then snickers quietly, so Drake can't hear. He shows me the name. I stifle a snort. Stanley. Oh, this'll be hilarious. I point at him. He points to himself, and makes a 'seriously' face. I grin and nod. He stands up, then goes over to Drake.
"Okay, anonymous player, put your arms around Drake's neck," Damien says. Stanley shoots him a glance, but he does so.
"Drake, put your arms around the players waist. You might have to feel for it..." Damien trails off. Drake does so grudgingly.
"Step forward, step back, you know the drill," he finishes. By now, everyone's laughing.
"Uh, is it..." Drake puts his hand on Stanley's head. Well, I think that's what he meant to do. He ended up hitting him in the face.
"Oops, sorry," he felt Stanley's head. "Longish hair...uh, is it Maren?" he asks. I do snort this time. Maren looks defiant.
"Hell no!" she says, disgusted. Maren and Stanley do look quite different. I mean, same black hair, but...that's where the similarities end. Stanley's way bigger than Maren. Well, not way, but reasonably.
"Uh, okay. The fact that she said hell no makes me think it's a boy...oh! What's his name...Joseph!" Drake exclaims. The group chuckles. Joseph is like the skinniest person ever. And next to Stanley, whose all broad shoulders and stuff, it's pretty funny.
"Um, no," he says.
"Okay, it's...who else has long hair? Uh, um..." Drake pauses to think. Suddenly a sly smirk graces his face. He seems to look straight at me.
"Oh! How did I not guess it before? Ella!"
"Uh, nope," I raise my eyebrows. Everyone's laughing even harder now.
"Nah, Els. You're tiny as whatever. It's Stanley," Drake says. No hesitation. No questions.
"Oh thank fucking God," Stanley steps away from Drake. Drake who offended.
"Hey, I'm not that bad, am I?"
"Yes. Yes you are," I reply shortly.
"But-but-you're my bestie! You're not supposed to say that!" he protests. I grin.
"I dunno, recently I've been favouring Adam," I tell him. And, get this, I snuck a glance at Myra, and her smile faltered for a second. Through the chuckles, I hear Drake thinking.
"I would choose you, but since you've already been..." he murmurs to me.
"Thank God for that, you might've-" Drake looks around the circle.
"Stanley! Truth or dare?" he calls.
"Dare," Stanley says without hesitation. Am I the only one that's gonna choose truth? Drake grins. Oh no. He isn't. He wouldn't.
"Generator, Avril?" Avril hands it over. Oh good. He's using that. He clicks, and immediately his smirk returns.
"What's your favourite number?" Drake asks, still looking down at the screen.
"Nine. Why?" Stanley answers.
"Spend the next round on the ninth person to your rights lap," Drake reads. He counts out nine people. His finger ends up on me.
"What the heck? He'll crush me!" I protest. What annoys me is that Drake didn't even rig it. The others are laughing. I glare at them all.
"Yeah, then, maybe you'll have deformed legs by the end of this round. It is only for the next round anyway," Drake reasons.
"Whatever. Just don't squash me," I tell Stanley. He smirks.
"Nah, I've done this before. Just usually it's the other way around," he says.
"TMI," I mutter loudly. I turn to Drake.
"I'm not allowed to back out, huh?"
"Nope," he replies, grinning. Stanley comes over.
"Wait," I adjust my legs so they won't get smushed. "Go for it," I sigh. Why is everyone finding this so funny? I meet Maren's eyes, and she winks. I give her a wtf face. Oh, that's right. she saw us at the ice cream shop. My scowl deepens. Stanley sits down, and wriggles to get comfy.
"Don't do that!" I squeak. He stops.
"Comfy," he observes.
"Okay, who do I pick?" he lazily looks around the circle.
"Hurry the heck up!" I hit his back. He turns back to me.
"Sorry, what?" he asks, smirking. I fold my arms.
"So...Maren. Truth or dare?" Stanley asks. I remember that he probably still likes her. And might be pretending to like me? He is a player after all. Or so everyone says.
"Dare," she replies coolly.
"Okay, generator?" Stanley asks Drake, leaning back over me to grab it.
"Hey!" I yell.
"Maren, you will be doing...skip backwards around the circle while singing your least favourite song," Stanley reads. Maren stands up.
"I apologize in advance for the safety of your ears," she says, before starting to skip. She's singing some One Direction song, I think. No idea which one.
"Then baby I'm perfect! Baby I'm perfect for you! So lets start right now," she finishes, bowing. We all clap.
"That was actually pretty good," Myra muses.
"Eh. I dunno. Anyway...Johnny boy! Truth or dare?" Maren asks.
"Uhm, truth?" He asks.
"Generator!" Stanley passes it to her. Maren gives me a knowing look before pressing the button. What?
"Okay, who would you dump Sarah for?" She asks.
"Megan Fox," he replies.
"Do all guys have an obsession with her or something?" Myra asks.
"Yep. Pretty much. Okay...Maggie. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," she says quietly, surprising me.
"Okeydokey...share a shirt with the person to your right for the next three rounds. Which would be Avril." I snicker. Avril's wearing a white tank top which isn't too tight, really, but for two people to fit into it? Maggie has on a red t shirt, which might fit both of them. I look around Stanley to see their reaction. Wait a minute...
"STANLEY YOU ARE SO DEAD!" I scream, punching his back. He starts cracking up.
"Ay! No, don't do that, you're crushing my legs!"
"You didn't notice all that time, El?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Shut up," I mutter. He doesn't move.
"Well, I'm rather comfy, so I'm staying right here," he puts his hands behind his head.
"Damien, Drake, help me get him off!" I say to the people beside me. They just laugh and shake their heads. I scowl. Avril and Maggie have returned, both squeezed into the red t-shirt. Lucky they're both thin. We continued like that for about another hour, and we started the bonfire. It was awesome. I wander around, and see Daniela on the edge with her jaw clenched. I follow her line of sight. She's watching Drake, who's slow dancing with Avril.
"You care about that, huh?" I ask her. She turns to me.
"Avril's my second cousin. I hate her. She's rude to me all the time. If she ends up dating him, she'd be sitting with us. Plus, those two are like my enemies. Them teamed up? Total hell," she replies. I can tell she's telling the truth.
"You know, I always thought you two secretly liked each other," I tell her.
"I dunno about him, but I hope not. What I said the other day is true, he's the last guy I'd ever dream of dating," she says. Wow.
"Do you like anyone?"
"Ha, the guys at our school? Nope. Dating just means limited freedom, and I have limited freedom enough already," she replies.
"Well, see ya round. And lay off on the glaring, people may think you're jealous," I say, and head off. I see John and Stanley chatting by the fire. I take a seat away from them on a log.
"Hey. You look lonely," Nolan and Damien sit next to me. I shrug.
"Hey, the plan worked, I guess," I sigh. It did. They're all talking in a corner, laughing and dancing. Nolan follows my gaze.
"You were trying to get them back together," he says. I nod.
"Well, good job. Heaps of other people tried," Damien tells me.
"So, like I said, you look lonely. And kinda depressed. So you're coming with us," Nolan and Damien each grab one of my arms.
"Hey! Where are we going?" I laugh. They don't answer, and continue yo pull me toward the dance floor. Oh God.
"I don't dance," I say.
"You do now," Damien replies. Nolan and him link arms and start doing a bad version of the can can. I laugh. Nolan looks at me.
"Come on, El. Loosen up a bit!" He yells over the music. I shake my head, and link my arms through theirs. Since we're in a circle, we keep banging feet.
"Why are you guys doing this?" I shout.
"You're the newest edition to the group. This is a tradition," Damien calls back.
"What? Dancing badly?" I shoot back.
"Yeah. Something like that," he replies. The song changes to a slower one.
"How's this gonna work?" Nolan pauses. An 'aha' expression appears on his face.
"Okay, put your left arm around the persons shoulder on that side, then put your right arm on the persons waist," by the time we'd positioned ourselves correctly, it was halfway through the song. We swayed like slow dancers normally do.
"Hey! Can I join?" Matt appears from nowhere. We let him in the circle. I realize I haven't seen Adam in a while. I excuse myself from the dance square at the end of the song and scan the beach. He's sitting on the rock we were on before the party started.
"How you doing?" I ask. He looks at me.
"Just...lonely, I guess," he shrugs.
"This is what I did before. You're coming with me," I pull him up. I start dragging him toward the dance floor.
"What? I don't dance!" He tries to back away.
"That's what I said," I reply. It's a slow song.
"You know how to do this, right?"
"You put your arms around each other then sway?" He asks.
"Eh, guess so," I say, doing what we did before. But with less people.
"So, is this a part of a plan to get your crush jealous?" Adam asks.
"Nope. Just enjoying it," I say.
"Yo everyone! This is gonna be the last slow song, so pick your partners carefully!" Someone yells.
"Are you gonna do it?" I ask Adam.
"Are you?" He quirks a brow.
"Hell no. He's already got a partner," I jerk my head toward Stanley and Maren. She didn't reject him, surprise.
"Well, mines got a boyfriend, so I'm gonna stay away to avoid being beat up," Adam reasons. I'm about to ask him something else when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Don't have partners?" Myra asks, with Nolan beside her. We shake our heads.
"My boyfriend ditched. Wanna swap boys for this?" She asks me.
"Yeah, sure," I reply, hiding my smile. Myra and Adam walk off.
"So," I say.
"So," Nolan says back. Suddenly my grin breaks.
"Woah. You that happy to be dancing with me? Does little Ella fancy me?" He asks jokingly.
"Psh, no. Adam and Myra!" I whisper theclast part. Nolan looks confused.
"Adam and Myra?" He asks loudly.
"Shh! Yes! Adam likes her! Don't tell anyone else that though, or he'll kill me," I add. He nods furtively.
"Alrighty. So, no one special you wanna dance with?" He asks.
"Uh, no," I say quickly. He raises a brow, but doesnt ask.
"What about you?" I ask him. He shrugs.
"Nah, not really. I mean, I get around a bit but I don't go as far as some of the others, so I've never really had a real relationship..." he trails off.
"Trying to find the one?" I ask dramatically. He chuckles.
"Yeah. Something like that," he says, staring into the distance. We're standing right by the ocean. I have an idea.
"Nolan, do you like tomatoes?" I ask. He looks at me.
"What?"
"Do you like tomatoes?" I question again.
"Uh, I guess so. They're pretty cool," Nolan says slowly.
"They're slow," I insist.
"Are they?" He asks, amused.
"Yeah. They can never ketchup," I finish. Nolan stares. And stares. And stares. Then bursts out laughing. While he's bent over, I push him to the side. He rolls down the sand and into the water. It's the most hilarious thing. Nolan sits up and shakes his head.
"Good doggy!" I call. He turns his blue grey stare to me. He looks seriously evil.
"Uh, um...stay?" I call uncertainly. In response he gets up.
"Uh oh," I turn tail and flee down the beach. I weave my way into the middle of the dance floor.
"Phew," I sigh.
"Boo," I turn around and see Nolan. He lifts me over his shoulder easily. I pound on his back.
"Let me down!" I shout.
"Yeaahhhh, not likely," he replies, wading into the water.
"I've already been thrown in!" I insist.
"Not by me," he drops me into the water. I cough. Pretend to choke.
"Holy crap, are you okay?" Nolan runs a hand through his hair and kneels beside me. I continue coughing for a second, before grinning evilly and dunking his head under.
"I did not expect that," he spits. I edge away.
"Scared of a bit of spit?" He spits into his hand, then waves it in my face.
"I...have to go!" I sprint toward the food table, and grab a prawn. No Drake to steal it from me now.
"Mm, good," Nolan pops one into his mouth the same time I do. Thank God he didn't steal it. I've had enough deja vu for tonight. Where is Drake, anyway? Usually he's pestering me about something or other. But not tonight. Probably dancing with Avril. I scan the crowd, and confirm my suspicions.
"Doesn't he like Daniela?" Nolan frowns.
"Did you miss her whole episode yesterday in the cafeteria?" I gape.
"No, no. I saw that, but...I just thought he liked her. That's all," he clarifies.
"Well, I guess you never know with Drake. And I'm his best friend. I'd know," I reply.
"Howsabout we go join the twins? Plus this plate," Nolan grabs the prawns. I roll my eyes. Boys and food.
"Sure." We walk over to the twins, who are sitting on a log by the fire.
"We come with food." They immediately perk up. Jeez.
"You guys enjoying the party?" I ask, sitting down next to Matt.
"You're wet," he says, inching away from me. Nolan sits beside David.
"So are you," David complains.
"What were you two doing?" They ask suspiciously.
"Ask her. She pushed me in," Nolan grumbles.
"You dropped me in," I shoot back.
"You dunked me!" He returns.
"Whatever, Nolan," I say in a girly voice, flipping my hair over my shoulder.
"Whatever, Ella," Nolan mimics, but without the hair flipping. Instead, he tosses his head to the side.
"You're such a girl," David tsks.
"You're such a copycat," Matt shakes his head. Nolan gapes.
"You're the bloody twin!" He retorts. Then looks curious.
"What was that noise?" He asks.
"Um, a branch snapping?" I answer. Nolan stands up, and walks over to where the noise came from. He comes back.
"Woah. That happened fast," he says, and sits back down.
"What? What was there?" I demand. He just shakes his head and points. I creep over, and peer behind the tree. Drake and Avril are there. And they're not doing much talking. I head back to the others, shocked. I sit down.
"Dibs not telling Daniela," I mutter.
"I thought she hated him?" Nolan questions.
"She does. She also hates Avril, which is why she doesn't want them together," I explain.
"That's deep," Matt nods solemnly. I smack him in the head.
"Oh yeah. So deep," David nods too. I smack him as well. I turn to Nolan.
"Anything to add?" He holds up his palms.
"I'm good."
I apologize for the swearing, even if it's not that much. But, that's what the T ratings for, right?
