So, I'm a terrible author and rarely write any more due to lack of inspiration/motivation, whatever. But I finally got my crap together and hammered out another chapter (that, honestly, got me re-excited about this story, so there may be many more to come). It's a hell of a lot shorter than the previous, but I figured something was better than nothing. Anywaysss, let me know what you guys think...if any of you are still into it, haha. I know a reader's investment in a story can definitely wither if it's not maintained, and that's completely my fault. :( But I do love you guys, so hit me upppp!

Chapter Two

I woke up bright and early the next morning. It's the weirdest thing, when I drink I get the opposite of a hangover. I wake up refreshed and feeling excellent. The bad part? Everyone else is dragging ass.

I took a long, hot shower and pulled on my favorite well worn black wife-beater and jeans. I even put my makeup on slowly before I called Sarah. She ignored the first call, so I tried again.

"You must be kidding me," she answered.

"Hiya, honey."

"Are you coo-coo bananas calling me this early in the morning?"

"What? It's like 10. But, hey, I need to get some things from town and I don't know my way around, nor do I have a ride."

"And that is my problem because?"

"Oh, come on, Sare. Come with me, please?"

"Ugh, I hate you." I laughed.

"Come on, we can spend some quality time together with my mommy's credit card."

"How'd you rate that?" She gave it to me as a bribe for going to Spenser.

"I don't know. Because she knows I have needs. You can take the girl out of Boston, but you can't always take the Boston out of the girl."

"I'm not going with you, but you can take my car. Just come by the dorm and get my keys. I can't believe they didn't give you a car of your own." Well, since I'd already totaled two, I didn't see a car in my immediate future.

"What if I get lost?"

"Ipswich is a small town and people are nice here. Just ask someone how to get back to Spenser."

"Okay, fine. I'll be by in a few." I quickly curled my hair and pulled it into a ponytail before heading downstairs to her dorm. The door was cracked, so I pushed it the rest of the way open to see Sarah passed out in her bed. Stifling a giggle, I snatched the keys off of her vanity, noticing that Kate's bed was empty. I rolled my eyes at myself and continued downstairs to Sarah's car. I knew how to get to town, since I'd ridden through it the day before on my taxi ride to the school.

The town was a fairly small one to have such a big private school. Main Street was the longest stretch of continuous businesses, and there were a few on the other streets, but I found everything I was looking for in one place. I went to the old school pharmacy to stock up on toiletries, I went to the small grocery store to get a few things. When I was heading back to Sarah's car, I heard someone call my name. I turned to see a dirty Pogue walking out of a car repair garage.

"Hey, Calixta, how's it going?" Damn, he looked fine, and I loved the way he smelt covered in oil and grease.

"Good. It would be a lot better if my lazy ass sister would get up before noon. Speaking of, what are you doing up so early?"

"I'm a morning person." I wrinkled my nose at him and he laughed. "Well, they let my work on my bike here, and my mom bitches when I get oil in the garage at home. And you're a fine one to talk about it being early. What are you doing in town?"

"I needed a few things from town and Sarah wouldn't come with me."

"So you jacked her car?"

"She let me borrow it." I then remembered that Kate hadn't been in her bed this morning. Had he just left her in his to come work on his bike? That was kind of rude.

"Gotcha. Hey, you're coming to Nicky's tonight, right?" I looked at him strangely.

"What's Nicky's?"

"It's a bar."

"You mean to tell me Sarah hangs out at a bar now?"

"Sure. It's kind of slim pickings for entertainment around here. It's either Nicky's or the drive-in."

"Ooh, the drive-in sounds fun." He shrugged.

"That's what I said, but no one ever agrees with me."

"Well, hit a girl up next time you want to go. We'll leave these losers in the dust." I said it playfully, but I was more than serious. He smirked at me and thought about it for a second, cleaning the engine oil off of his hands with a dirty handkerchief. Damn, those hands were sexy. Then again, pretty much everything about this guy was sexy. I forced my eyes back to his and smiled.

"Alright, sounds like a plan." He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his cell. "Here, let me get your number." I took it from his outstretched hand and quickly punched in my name and phone number, trying to ignore the 13-year-old inside my head dying to squeal. Flipping it closed, I handed it back to him, having to control the audible noise that was threatening to spill from my mouth when his fingers brushed mine.

"Guess I'll see you a little later, then?"

"Absolutely." He gave me a delicious grin and I couldn't help but return it. Readjusting the bags that had slipped past my wrists into the crook of my elbow, I returned to Sarah's car and climbed in, finally letting loose the squeal that had been mounting inside of me. Yes, he was my sister's best friend's boyfriend, but I was not above home wrecking. Especially when he was so damn fine, and well, I was just me. I didn't owe Kate a damn thing and if their relationship wasn't any stronger than that, that wasn't my fault. I thought about the moment we'd just shared and blew out a long breath. Then again, maybe he was just being nice. Really, really nice. Usually boys didn't look at me the way he did unless they were interested, and damn if I didn't feel like he was undressing me with his eyes every time he looked at me. Not that I was complaining. It was creepy coming from some people, but it was the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced coming from Pogue.

I drove back to the school in deep thought about what had transpired, a little disappointed that I couldn't share it with Sarah. I knew her well enough that she would do nothing but disapprove, but I honestly couldn't disagree. If there was some girl after my best friend's man, I'd rip a bitch to shreds. Lucky for me that Sarah was nothing like me. Kate, on the other hand, looked like she might actually have the ability to fight. Then again, these were all prep school bitches. They'd never survive in public school. Laughing at the thought, I popped the trunk and gave a long sigh. I'd made several trips to the car while shopping and it was looking like I was going to have to make just as many trips to carry all of my newly acquired shit upstairs. Well, maybe I could manage it all in one. I unloaded the trunk and put the smaller bags into the larger ones, grabbing as many as I could. I could do this, I was a big girl.

"Hey there, need a hand?" I nearly jumped out of my skin and whirled around to see a grinning Aaron Abbott smirking at me.

"Do you make it a practice to sneak up on unsuspecting girls in the parking lot?" I was pissed that at myself for paying more attention to my bags than my surroundings. I was from Boston, for crying out loud. I knew way better than that.

"Only gorgeous ones that I have yet to be introduced to." Ooh, he was good. I lowered my bags back to the ground and extended a hand, making sure that my face didn't betray that I was interested.

"Calixta Wenham, official new girl. And you are?" He grabbed my hand gently in his much larger one and gave it a firm enough shake. He was letting me know that he was a hell of a lot stronger than me, but was taking care not to hurt me.

"Aaron Abbott, resident asshole as I'm sure you've already heard." I glanced at him curiously and he explained before I had the chance to ask. "I saw you at the Dells last night with the Sons. And since you have the last name as Sarah, I'm guessing you two are sisters. Though, you don't look much alike." He was right on that account. While Sarah had bright blue eyes and lovely blonde hair (both of which she received from her mother), I was the darker of the two with our father's hazel eyes and dark brown hair that I frequently had highlighted.

"We're half sisters, actually. We share a father. And you shouldn't assume that they've said anything about you, Aaron Abbott. My sister is quite the classy lady, you'd be surprised at what Idoesn't/I come out of her mouth."

"Touché," he replied, extending his hand towards my bags. "Now, about that help that I offered. Will you accept?" I liked the way he spoke. He was educated and while I was sure that he could be the jackass everyone said that he was, he was treating me fairly well so far. I'm a hardheaded little lass, and will do what I can to do things by myself, but I have to admit that I was very intrigued by this guy.

Picking up a few bags and handing them over, I sent him a little smile. "This is very generous of you, Mr. Abbott." He returned my smile with a shrug.

"Aaron, please. And I'm just making sure you're getting the hospitality you deserve."

"And how do you know that I deserve hospitality?"

"Any woman that looks like you definitely deserves hospitality." He was coming on a strong with the appearance comments, but I won't lie and say that I wasn't enjoying it. It always felt nice to receive compliments from great looking men, and as far as I knew, this one wasn't attached.

We headed towards the female dorms and I risked another glance at him. "And how would your girlfriend feel about helping out 'women who look like me?'"

"Lucky for me, I don't have a girlfriend." He tossed me another smirk, assuming that because I'd asked his relationship status, that I was interested in changing it. I let him think what he like as he followed me up the stairs to my room. Setting my own bags on the ground, I unlocked the door and ushered him inside before following.

"You can set the bags on the bed." He did as I requested and turned towards me, his hands immediately going into his back pockets. "Thank you very much for your hospitality, Aaron. That was a nice thing that you didn't have to do."

"You could repay me by giving me your number." That was quite forward, but I liked it. I was a forward kind of girl and didn't have much time for little boys who beat around the bush. I'd immediately made my decision, but put on my cute face and pretended to think about it for a second. Finally, I smiled at him and snagged a pen from my desk drawer. I grabbed his hand and wrote my name and number on the inside. Aaron moved towards the door but stopped outside the threshold. "I'm sure you're already going, but my friends and I are going to Nicky's tonight if you're interested."

"I think Sarah mentioned something about that earlier." That was a lie, but he'd never know. I certainly wasn't about to tell him that Pogue was the one who'd brought it up.

"Well, if you decide to join them, maybe I'll see you there."

"Maybe so." We exchanged one last smile and I closed the door behind him to begin unpacking all the crap that I'd bought that day. And what a day it had been. Two fantastically beautiful men asking for my number in the same day? Too bad I couldn't tell Sarah about either of them. I needed to add "find new best friend" to the top of my to-do list. After all, I'm still a girl, and I still love to spill!