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I'm sorta kinda back! I've still got two final tests to write, but I got to go home early today, so I'm going to update this story, even though I said I probably wasn't going to be able to update until next week. O.o

For those of you who did wish me luck on my tests, YOUR LUCK IS WORKING! I've got the results of two of my tests already, and I got over 80 PERCENT on BOTH OF THEM! THANKIES SO SO SO SO MUCH! XD :D ;)

My friend's phone went off in the middle of our test today, and our teacher was like, "Who was that?" It was SOOO funny. XD XD XD

Again, I say, I'm sorry that I haven't updated in awhile!

ONWARD MARCH!

Playlist For Chapter:

Crazy Bitch - Buckcherry
Sexy Bitch - David Guetta
Closer - Nine Inch Nails (OMFGTSC, don't ask. XD)

Ivy, Nikki and I stared in disbelief. The wind blew slowly, lazily, through the trees beside us, and then tousled our hair.

Ivy raised her blond eyebrows just as Nikki raised her red ones. I cocked one brow at them, and they knew what I wanted to do. Then, without looking at the boys any longer, we turned our backs on them, and huddled together like cold ducks. Nikki wound one arm over my shoulders, and one arm around Ivy's waist so we looked kind of like a football team.

"We have no other way to get back," Ivy said, whispering. "I think we should do it."

"Hello, it's called rape! I still want to be a virgin after this trip is over," Nikki broke in hotly. Her dark eyes were sparked with worry and curiosity. "And besides, we could walk faster then that dude could drive."

A wave of worry flooded through me. What if we never got back home? What if we did get raped? Would someone hear us all screaming at the tops of our lungs? I couldn't surpress the worry and fright that was over throwing my system.

Ivy's brows furrowed thoughtfully. She then twisted her head back to look back at the males, who were smiling sheepishly at us. "How many seats does that thing have?"

The one male, the male who had looked at Ivy's engine, then said, "Four, but we could probably fit five." He looked at his friends, who nodded like crazed clowns.

No wonder Nikki was scared.

Ivy whipped her head back around, staring at us wildly. "Shishkabob," she muttered.

"Rape," Nikki whispered again, reminding Ivy of what she had said seconds before.

"I know, I know," Ivy said, still quietly. "But Forks is like, two hours away from here! How are we suppose to get there when my piece of crap car is broken, and we don't even have any money on us!"

"Three, actually. It's three hours to Forks," One of the males, I think it was Paul, said.

My eyes went wide. "Their listening."

Ivy held out her hands, and faced the palms to the sky. She then moved them up and down, like she was weighting her options. "Rape or get to my grandma. . . . Rape or grandma. . . ."

Suddenly, as if we hadn't already had enough, there was a rumble of thunder in the distance. Nikki's already wide eyes went wider, and she groaned pitifully.

Something wet hit my head. It was cold, like the water I could get out of the tap back home. I looked upward, and something else hit my nose, and ran down toward my mouth. The gray clouds above were swirling annoyingly, like they were taunting us and the wind blew again, this time harder. It was chilly, too. The wind blew another gale, and it made the evergreen trees by us sway dangerously.

"Rain," I moaned, closing my eyes. A flash of anger came over me, but then I remembered. It wasn't my fault it was raining. But still, even though it wasn't my fault it was raining, it was sure raining.

And we were on the side of the road, with a broken down car, no food, and a bunch of hot Native Americans.

Ah hell.

"Rain!" Ivy whimpered.

Nikki looked as if she were about to cry. "Why? Why?"

As if the rain hated us, it started to rain harder. Now, I couldn't count the rain drops that were hitting my head, face and arms.

Ivy pulled herself away from Nikki and I, and she started toward the Native American's blue Mustang. "Sorry, but I chose rape. Not only do we have no more food left, it's raining. I hate the rain." She then started toward her own car, popped open the trunk, and grabbed her suite case, heaving it. The lean faced Native American quickly ran to her aid.

I turned to Nikki. "Well?" I asked, my worry almost peaking, causing my stomach to chur wildly. "What are we doing?"

Nikki rolled her eyes to the sky. "I have no clue."

I quickly turned back to Ivy, who was watching as the Native American got her suite case into the trunk of the car. He then motioned for her to get inside the car, and she quickly turned our way.

Fear and surprise was shadowing those beautiful, eletric blue eyes. I could barely contain my worry for her; she would never be able to fight against one of those big Native Americans alone.

I then noticed that only the bulky one and the shorter one where left; the driver was in the driver's seat, and the lean faced one was in the car with Ivy.

I considered my own options. If I stayed, I'd either get picked up by some creeper or die of starvation or both. If I went, the worst that could happen was rape and death, right?

But then I thought of how many seats there were. There were four seats, which meant all three of us would have to sit on some dude's lap.

Casting a quick glance at Nikki, I watched her face. It's tanned bone structure was pulled into a thinking pout, and I wished I could think more like her. Knowing her, she was probably thinking of rigging up some sort of thing that would chop someone's head off if they tried to touch her.

Well, if Ivy was going, both Nikki and I should be fine too, right? I breathed out slowly, letting my worry roll of me in waves. I would be fine, with Nikki and Ivy. We would protect each other's back's when we had to, and we could all kill them in a matter of a few hours of torture.

I shivered, looking at Nikki again. The rain was dripping off of her rain in rivers, and she looked like she wasn't enjoying being soaked in the rain.

"I'm going with her," I whispered suddenly.

Nikki's eyes glared at me. "Are you trying to loose your virginity?"

"No," I replied back, still attempting to calm my worry. "But Ivy's going, and I'm not leaving her alone."

Nikki's eyes then flashed with worry. "You're leaving me then?"

I sighed, shaking my head in a vain attempt to calm myself down. "Nikita, I can't leave Ivory alone. You shouldn't either." My stomach churred again, and I swore under my breath, trying not to puke.

"Call me a frickin' banshee," Nikki mumbled, "and kill me now."

I gulped, and I started toward Ivy's car, my feet mushing under the soft mossy ground. I made it to the trunk, and I ripped it open, grabbing my suite case with a small grunt. The shorter male was beside me and grabbing it from me in seconds, a giant smile planted on his face. I let him have it, my worry making me shiver, and he and I made our way toward the Mustang. I slowly went around the back, and I opened the door.

The inside smelt of coffee and cheese. Ivy was in the back with the lean-faced male, intimately having a conversation with him about where he was from and where she was from. Ivy whipped her head toward me, and smiled sheepishly, and patted the seat next to her.

"Renny, I was just talking to Embry about North Dakota," Ivy said softly. "He and his friends are from La Push! That's not that far from Forks."

I slowly sighed, and let my body creep into the seat beside Ivy. The one Native American was in the driver's seat, and now the younger one was looking around. I felt my body move without me asking it to; I was almost sitting on Ivy, but I waved the younger male toward me.

"Sit," I ordered him.

He gladly followed my wimpy order. Once he was sitting down, I gulped down the rest of the random fear, and I slowly sat on his lap. Even though their was only Ivy, the male who was dubbed Embry, me and the younger one, we were all crammed. And I was already sitting on someone!

To make matters worst, the big one, Paul, then open the door, making a torrent of rain fall on top of me. He jumped into the passenger's seat, and closed the door. His hair was soaked, and so was his bare chest.

"She won't budge," Paul said, shaking his head, and I could tell he was gritting his teeth. "She just told me to screw off and get into the car." He then looked back at his, and grinned wildly, his mild rage replaced. "Got any breathing space back there?"

"Not really," Ivy breathed.

Ivy then gasped as Embry grabbed her waist, and slowly placed her on his lap. Her whole face turned a wild cherry red as Embry put his hands behind his head, weaving them together like a net. We had a little more breathing room now, and I shivered, the rain still wet and cold on my skin.

The younger one looked over my shoulder. "Are you cold?"

"No," I lied, not wanting anything else this stupid to happen to me.

To destract myself, I looked out the window, watching as tiny streams of water ran down the glass. Past that, in the torrents of rain, I could see a head of red hair who was starting to bob toward us.

Suddenly the door beside me opened, and there stood Nikita, her hair soaking and swinging dangerously. "Make some damn room, please."

Hey! There it is! I could have acutally put this into two chapters, but I decided not to . . . . XD ;)

Everyone who has final exams to write: GOOD LUCK!

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