HEYYYYYYYYYYY! Soooo, we are now in Hawaii! AND GUESS WHAT! I GOT MY FIRST FLAME….I think. She called me a "little twit" so I guess that's a flame? But I'm excited because I'm weird like that, and a wise person once said: You are never truly a writer till you've been flamed. (Actually I just made that up, but I did say it and I am a wise person ;D) Anyway! ENJOY OR DIE!

1L2Y3R4A: THANK YOU FOR MY FIRST FLAME! I think?

Mountain Sound: Can you read my mind? YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT I'M DOING BEFORE I WRITE IT!

Sylene: If your still reading then: YO WHATS UP?! We need to start PMing again! .

ALL MY OTHER READERS: I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT! NOW ENJOY YOUR UNDEAD AUTHORS WRITING! Brains….grahhhhhhhh…..

The next day, I was in a horrible mood. Well, it was ok for the first hour, I managed to convince myself Carrie was just a dream…..then I see Puck walk past holding her hand. And to make things even worse, they stop just to tell me she's made it on the team and is going to Hawaii with us. Needless to say, I faked a smile till lunch then went on a rampage.

Luke and Jasmine followed me out of my fourth hour class, down the hall, and out the back door. I glared at a couple of freshmen, sending them scurrying back inside. "Damn it." I hiss, sitting under my favorite tree. Luke and Jasmine sit down beside me, Jasmine reaching out to pat my shoulder.

"You like Puck." She says simply, not even asking. What's the point in denying it anymore? They're my best friends and they obviously know about it anyway. "Yeah, I do. But Carrie always seems to get him Every. Damn. Time." I sigh, grinding my teeth afterwards.

Luke hugs me, "Poor baby, Carries a closet bitch and we all know Puck has the IQ of a rock." Luke soothes, and I sigh again. "You know, now that she's assistant coach, I have to see her every day? And she's going to Hawaii with us." I growl, pulling up tufts of grass. "Well, then. We're coming along for moral support, and that's final." Jasmine says, giving me a look that means 'not gonna budge on this'.

Jasmine is rich, so I know she can go to Hawaii whenever she wants, but still. "Are you sure? You don't have to." I say and they both give me a look. "Fine. Fine. You can come." I say, backing down.

"Good now let's just get you through the next three days, then it'll be white beaches and palm trees." Luke says waving a hand at the sky. I roll my eyes but stand, ready to get this week over with.

I don't see Carrie again till practice, and when I do, I manage to smile politely and let her do whatever it is assistant coaches do. Which is basically my job, only without telling the boys how many laps to run. Which pisses me off.

"Calm down, she may take over as playing mother, but she will never be you." Luke whispers into my ear as I blow the whistle during drills. Carrie is immediately right there, passing out towels and bottles of water. I grit my teeth but let her flit around smiling and being all flirty.

And yes, she was flirting, with everyone. The weird thing was that Puck doesn't seem to care. Which pissed me off even more, if that's even possible. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Puck deserves better.

Just a little while longer and I can relax on a nice beach…..

~WEEEEEEEEEE TIME SKIP~ (A/N That defiantly ruined the mood…..)

Finally, I could relax. I stepped onto the large plane and made my way to row 14 seat C. I pushed my beat up old backpack into the overhead compartment and collapsed in my isle seat. Jasmine and Luke slid in next to me, stopping to fight over the window seat. Luke eventually won, and we were seated.

The team took their seats silently. It was often quiet nowadays. It's like they could sense my horrible mood, who am I kidding? You could be blind and deaf and still sense my evil aura.

The three of us passed around the Sky Mall shopping magazine while the flight attendant went on about seatbelts and safety procedures. (A/N People! I am NOT telling you to ignore the safety speech! I will not be the person who went "Don't listen to it!" then have all my readers die in a plane crash!)

After the plane took off, we settled down and tried to sleep. Well, I did anyway, Luke and Jasmine conked out on me in seconds, but I just couldn't sleep.

I could hear the cart roll down the aisle, the flight attendant asking people if they needed anything. I ignored it, until it came to a stop beside me and across the aisle I heard: "Can I have some peanuts?" I knew it was Puck immediately. Something was up.

Turns out I was right, two minutes later the first peanut hit me in the face. I opened my eyes to glare at the boy, noticing Carrie asleep, her head on Pucks shoulder. He throws another nut, hitting me on the nose. "Puck quit it. Now." I hissed, but he just smiled and chucked another nut.

I was too tired for this shit; I settled in and waited for the bag to empty.

Sometime, between the first bag going empty and the time he asked for a second, I fell asleep.

The first thing I saw when I stepped off the plane (other than your average airplane terminal) was green. Plants, plants everywhere. And the sun! It's shined through the windows, heating my skin and making me sigh.

Then Puck and his blonde zit walked past, smiling and giggling. You could say my mood went south so fast it would impress The Flash. But I ignored it, instead hanging with the guys, chatting about random crap while we got our luggage and booked it to the hotel.

Then my mood went from: SUPER bad period cramp level to: SUPER bad period cramps while you have a headache and you just fell off a skyscraper level. How did this happen you ask? Well, five simple words spewed from coach's mouth: "Sabrina! You're rooming with Carrie." ….FML.

Thanks again, AND READ THE AUTHORS NOTE! I know not many people do this but they should, I realized this a few years ago: AUTHORS NOTES ARE COMEDY GOLD!