A whole month passed since their first official date. He took her to the very beach Katie saw him on the last weekend of her summer break. Mercifully, he kept his pants on, but she would be lying if she said they didn't hold hands more than was necessary. They talked about school, their friends and how she was gearing up for the robotics exchange at Balmera.

Dozens of dates that followed after - from the study sessions in her home, more rides to the beach and, at his insistence, attending his team's tournaments. (She was pretty sure the last one was so he could peacock in those trunks of his.)

The line between their pseudo relationship and, well, something else , slowly blurred and it made her want to retreat back into the safe cocoon of her old self. Uncertainty unsettled her. She needed tangible figures - things she could analyze and process - and none of the unexplained variables and high degrees of uncertainty their relationship - was it even a relationship ? - brought.

Last night proved that she couldn't go on with their charade any further.

She shook her head, clearing her racing mind and refocused on her laptop.

A finger poked at her shoulder. "How did your date with Serrano go?"

Katie groaned and covered her eyes. Of course Nadia noticed her melancholy. "It wasn't a date. I just had lunch with him at his house."

"Oh?" Nadia sipped her protein shake, tilting her head to look at her while Katie worked on perfecting her robotics presentation on her laptop. Katie didn't respond, and the girl sighed and flopped back to her passenger seat. Nadia's instincts were right - she probably saw her leave Lance's car last night in a bad mood. There was something else that happened, but she wasn't going to reveal it at that very moment, not when there were so many prying ears about.

"Ladies, we'll be taking off soon, please stow away all electronic devices." The air steward looked pointedly at her laptop and Katie closed it glumly.

"She's got a heavy-duty firewall up, Nads. They're not coming down any time soon."

Nadia sat up in her seat to face Hunk, who soberly thumbed through a comic book behind her. "Well, that's boring. What drama am I going to thrive off on?" Nadia slurped the last of her shake and bumped her hip against her shoulder. "Why aren't you sitting next to Serrano? Boy looks miserable from up here," she slurped her now-empty bottle noisily, smirking as Katie hurriedly tugged her back down.

She did sneak a look when boarding the plane and knew exactly how he looked. The pout he pulled when she dipped into her seat right next to Nadia's was both adorable and sent little jolts of pain in her chest. She never wanted to hurt him.

"We don't have to be next to each other all the time," she sighed, throwing her hands up in exasperation. In truth, she'd been avoiding him for a few days now, citing that she was busy with her side projects. She helped with his test prep over text and started to slowly plant the idea that she was losing interest in Keith.

Somehow that didn't shake him off.

She bit her lip, deep in thought. The longer this went on, the harder it was going to be to break things off with him.

A distinctive, high-pitched laugh sounded behind them. Katie winced, knowing exactly who it was. She heard Lance's reluctant "no" to her question of whether the seat next to his was taken. Without turning around, she could just imagine Jenny's manicured fingers on his arm and her face too-close to his disinterested expression while she whispered words in that cloying voice of hers.

"Just so you know, Shaybon's got her grimy claws all over your man," Nadia affirmed, peaking between the seats.

She clicked on her seat belt noisility and reached for the magazines stuffed into the seat pocket. "He's not my man ."

"Hey Nads, got headphones?" She shook her friend's shoulder gently and smiled as her head rolled to the side.

"Sorry babe," Nadia mumbled sleepily, wiggling further down her seat and throwing her blanket over her head.

She kissed her teeth and looked about her. She really needed her headphones, but her own pair disappeared mysteriously again - usually ending up in Lance's car. She gripped her seat and slowly turned to peak over the edge. Hunk was fast asleep, snoring loudly on an annoyed Ryan's shoulder.

She looked past them to see Lance resting his chin on his hand while he looked forlornly out the window. Her fingers twitched with the need to touch him, hug him - anything to wipe away that sad look in his eyes. Her eyes drifted down to see her headphones dangled around his neck...and a blonde head rested on his shoulder, the body attached to it snuggled closer than necessary.

She heard a crunch in her hands and looked down to see the packet of peanut butter cookies - ones that he had gone to the trouble of driving to the other end of town to procure just for her - completely powdered in her fingers.

"Seriously Katie, at least give snowboarding a go."

"No thank you," she muttered flatly, shoving the last of the peanut butter cookies she'd packed into her mouth.

"Bet you joined just for the robotics program at Balmera, didn't ya?" Hunk said, stealing one of Nadia's chips and dodging her swatting hand. "Now that it's over, what are you going to do?"

She blinked, looking up from her laptop. "Do I need a reason to join this trip?" she asked incredulously.

Hunk and Nadia looked at each other. "Why else did you join?" Nadia wondered. "I don't see you as the skiing-type, no offense girl."

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, warily looking out as fellow students milled about the hotel lobby. "Lance wanted me to go so I agreed."

The gleeful looks on their faces told her that they absolutely expected her answer.

"For someone who came to keep her boyfriend company, you sure are doing everything in your power to avoid him." Nadia winked, Hunk nodding sagely next to her in agreement.

"I didn't want to be one of those people that abandoned their friends over a boy, okay?" She tossed her backpack to the laughing Nadia, mumbling that she needed the washroom. She shoved her hands into her pockets, and kept her head low to avoid drawing attention to herself. Of course, her short stature meant that it was only inevitable that she would run into someone.

And sure enough, her dumb luck decided to do the most. A heavily-perfumed figure bumped roughly into her, and she cursed under her breath as her phone flew out of her hands.

"Oops! Sorry ," Jenny cooed, giggling as a few people looked their way.

Katie picked up her phone from the floor and inspected it for damages, ignoring Jenny's piercing gaze on the top of her head. She shifted her feet in the opposite direction, trying to leave with a mumbled apology, but Jenny was quicker, stepping in her path. She cleared her throat and Katie lifted her head reluctantly.

It was beyond her what caused the ire in the girl, she had no claim on Lance. He was most definitely not her boyfriend and this experience alone made her want to march towards him and end their ridiculous charade in plain sight of everyone. But she figured she tortured him enough for the past few days. Even when he'd offered to help her with her presentation of B-ZER yesterday - the robot prototype she'd spent her nights slaving over - she'd brushed him off without much preamble and scrambled off before he could even ask how her day was.

For his sake, before Jenny could breathe her flames, she ducked under and made a beeline back to Nadia.

"He took you where ?"

Katie winced at the shriek and hurried to close the hotel door behind her. She looked over to the slack-jawed faces of her two friends and sighed heavily.

"To his home; I met his family - just his mother and sister, but still."

"Just his mother and sister she says." Nadia shook her head.

"Pidge...that's a huge deal." Hunk sat himself on one of the beds, a hand not-so-sneakily reaching for the phone in his pocket to text the new bit of information to Allura and Romelle.

"Is it?" She shrugged, leaning her head back against the door, while toying with the strings of Lance's hoodie. She'd managed to successfully dodge him during the briefing with the other chaperones and teachers but he'd been vying for her attention all day. She hated doing this to him - to herself - but she really thought that moving forward, it was good to slowly distance herself. Or as she put, 'initiate the detachment sequence'.

"You've been dating like, what, three months? And he's already taking you home to see his mother?!"

But Nadia's words deflected off her as she sunk herself deep into her thoughts. She was right about not involving their families; things were certain to get messy fast and boy, did she not anticipate how .

She already felt guilty. How would his family take it if they found out she was a fraud? That she was "in love" with someone else? She hated to think of how upset his mother would be to know that her son wasn't as lucky in love as she thought he was.

"You told me we were just saying hi, not a lunch date with your mother!"

"What's the big deal? Do you have any idea how hard it is to negotiate down to just two family members?"

"Two?!"

"You've met Rachel, relax. And my mom's pretty chill. Look they've been begging me to bring you home for ages. Just show your pretty face, dazzle them with your smarts, have some delicious food and I'll take you home, okay?"

"Not. Okay," she hissed as he helped her out of his car. But as soon as her sandaled feet hit the floor, her frown disappeared and a weak smile took its place.

"This is the mysterious Holt girl! I am so glad to finally meet you, Katherine." His mother descended the steps of the front porch and pulled her into a welcoming hug that was not unlike the ones Lance gave her. Every bit of her - her hug, her smile and her voice - oozed warmth and, for a short while, it felt as though her own mother was hugging her.

"Katie's fine, Mrs Serrano. Or Pidge." She laughed nervously. Rachel hovered next to her mother and gave her a once-over that made her gulp.

"Hey Rachel, nice to see you again." She smiled, extending a hand out in what she hoped was akin to extending an olive branch. But the girl took one look at her hand and pulled her into a hug. For a moment, Katie allowed herself to relax but felt a chill run down her spine as soon as Rachel whispered a thinly veiled threat against breaking her brother's heart.

"I've got my eye on you, Holt," she murmured past her as they made their way into the dining room.

"You okay, Pidge?" Lance nudged her, handing her a dish to dry. She shook herself out of her thoughts and set down the bone-dry plate.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She leaned against the counter-top while distractedly drying the new dish. Lance finished off with the last cup and dried his hands on a towel, feeling his gaze on the top of her head as she spaced out again. He looked over his shoulder, likely to check if Rachel and his mother were still sufficiently distracted with the telenovela playing in the living room, and stepped toward her.

"'I'm fine' in Pidge-speak is not-fine," he murmured, his voice low in the way that made her insides squish. His hands coming to rest against the countertop, trapping her in his arms. His warm breath fanned over her neck and heat rushed to her cheeks. She quickly pulled the plate to the front of her face before his face could lean any closer to hers.

She heard him sigh and his hands slid down the counter to rest evenly on her hips. Before she could protest, he lifted her effortlessly up onto the countertop, quietening her surprised squeak with a kiss. God, she hated how weak she was; melting easily into his arms was an addictive feeling that she was becoming way too accustomed to.

"Now that I have you trapped, will you tell me what's wrong?" He pulled away with a smirk that looked infuriatingly coy. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips, nudging his cheek to the side of her face so she'd look up at him.

"I told you Ma!" Rachel yelled.

They jumped away from each other; Lance picked up a washed dish and washed it under a tap while she awkwardly re-arranged the plates.

"I told you she's the evil twin!" The voices were still coming from the living room and Lance tilted his back to see the their heads still completely engrossed on the screen.

The both of them sighed and looked at each other. Pidge was the first to break. She giggled, shifting her eyes away from Lance's gleeful ones, and resting her hand over her furiously beating heart.

"Mom, you're gonna crush her," Lance chuckled, tugging her free from his mother's arms. His mother finally pulled away, looking her up and down with a soft, nostalgic smile and hands on her shoulders.

"I'm happy my son met you," she sighed happily, cupping her face gently and looking at her softly - as though she was her own daughter. "Colleen would be proud of the beautiful and intelligent young lady you've become."

Her heart squeezed painfully and her smile faltered. Katie quickly gulped down the knot that had formed in her throat and blinked back the tears that pricked in the corners of her eyes. Clearing her throat, she said her goodbyes as brightly as she could.

When Lance drove her home, even he was quiet. It was almost as though he could sense that something in her changed. When his fingers drifted towards her at a red light, she pulled her arm away, pretending instead to check her phone for messages. She was retreating, and the sharp intake of breath next to her told her that he knew too.

"Need a ride to the airport tomorrow?" Lance asked cheerily - as though the evening hadn't been ruined with her quiet panic - as he pulled into her driveway.

"My dad wants to see me off," she whispered, gripping the edge of her skirt tightly.

"Oh, okay."

For a few moments, she sat in silence in his car. The lights in her home were still out - her father wasn't back from work yet.

"Goodnight," she murmured, quickly opening the car door before he could even have the chance to jump out of his car seat.

She could have smiled, asked for one of his hugs that she craved or even given him a soft kiss to the cheek in thanks; but she did none of that. She quietly closed the passenger door and headed to her front door.

"You sure you don't want to give it one go?"

"Hard pass," Katie mumbled, observing the beginner skiers tumbling ungracefully into the snow and people watching at the sides laughing at their expense. She turned to watch her friend stand after tying on her snowboots firmly, "I don't mind just watching you."

"Okay then." Nadia sighed, lugging her snowboard over her shoulder as she trudged towards the ski lift.

"Enjoying the trip, Pidge?"

Katie closed her eyes, praying to whatever omnipresent being above that controlled the greater chaos of the universe before forcing a polite reply. Why couldn't she just leave her the fuck alone ?

"Very much so. Thanks for asking, Jenny."

She made her way to the side, away from the base of the slope but the girl's long fingers grabbed her arm and tugged her closer.

"I know that you and Lance aren't really dating," she hissed, icy blue eyes flashing. With their surroundings, and the blinding white parka she wore, she truly looked like an evil ice queen.

Katie couldn't help the gasp that escape her lips.

Jenny's eyes narrowed at that, and an ugly smirk of satisfaction marred her pretty face. "I knew it; there's no way Lance would date someone like you."

That was just it. She was done. Screw what Lance thought. If this insufferable wench was going to stalk her for the rest of her senior year, then maybe, just maybe heartbreak would be worth it.

"Look Jenny, I don't care -"

"Watch out!"

A body collided into hers, pushing her down onto the snow. Wind knocked out of her lungs as she gasped, grasping at her sides to sit up. She heard shouts around her and turned her head to see a snowboarder tearing down the slope. Jenny stood stock-still, watching with her mouth parted as the man hurtled towards her. He managed to shift the board in time to dodge her, but nudged past Jenny's shoulder. The blonde shrieked and tumbled into a pile of snow in an unglamorous heap.

"Katie !" Nadia had already pushed away her snowboard and was jogging down the slopes towards her.

"You have a death wish, Holt?" Keith pulled himself up, towering over her with a glare. She didn't flinch, staring back with the same intensity that threw the boy off. "Serrano won't shut up if something happened to you," he grumbled, extending a hand out to her.

"My hero," she muttered dryly, letting Keith pull her up to her feet. Her legs were like jelly and before she could collapse in a heap back onto the snow, Keith kept her up with a firm arm around her while she dusted the snow off her legs. It really was strange. Keith saved her twice now and she felt nothing for him but reluctant gratitude.

Nadia reached her side and hugged her tightly, ignoring Keith's annoyed grumble. "God I saw that crazy guy zip down towards you and -"

"Move, move !" The small crowd that had begun to form around the three of them parted to give way to the young man.

Wide blue eyes narrowed to see Keith's arm around her, but concern returned quickly to his features as he stepped towards her. "Pidge, are you o-"

"Lance, I'm hurt." Jenny laid pathetically on the snow, holding onto her knee. Katie could have sworn that Jenny fell on her behind and couldn't have injured her knee.

"You have to carry me now," she whined, lifting her arms towards him. Lance sighed and turned to her - giving her a once over to check that she wasn't injured - before heading towards the blonde.

As much as she knew that he had a job to do on this trip, it didn't stop the bitter twist in her chest as he hoisted the smug, leggy girl into his arms.

"Not spending time with Lance?" Hunk handed her a hot chocolate before pulling on his coat. He was getting ready to spend a last evening with Shay and Katie was glad that at least one of her friends was in an actual, committed relationship.

She took a careful sip of the cocoa, sighing softly as the warmth bloomed down her body. "He's busy with Jenny." The thinly-veiled malice in her voice surprised her, but she couldn't help it. Lance didn't have to spend an entire day tending to her needs. The other chaperones were there for a reason.

"Aren't you being a little harsh on him? I mean, I'm sure him making you go on this trip is so you won't pass on a chance to meet other robotics enthusiasts."

She sat heavily on her bed, watching Nadia pack. "You're probably right," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes tiredly. She was getting far too cranky over an issue that she had no right getting incensed by.

"Hey, you got space in your luggage? I don't have room."

She nodded and pointed to her dark green suitcase, pulling her knees to herself as she considered Hunk's words. She had been childish and quite frankly, cowardly - that was not a word she wanted to be associated with. At all.

"Uhh Kat? I think this is for you." Nadia handed her an unfolded green Post-It.

She gulped, immediately recognizing it. She crumpled it in her hands before Hunk could look over her shoulder and sat up.

"Um, I have to go somewhere for a bit. Don't wait up for me." She didn't wait for their reply and slipped out of the room. Checking over her shoulder to make sure she was alone, she smoothed out the wrinkles, her cheeks flushing pink as she did with every note. Written hastily in the lazy script that was so distinctively his and an admittedly adorable scribble of a sad face was another one of his 'love notes'.

I miss you, mi reina.

Lance glumly sat in the bubbling waters of the hot tub. The trip wasn't going as he had hoped it would. He did get to see Pidge in her element, dazzling the staff and students at Balmera with her tech prowess, but everything else went from bad to worse.

He wondered if it had been a bad idea to bring her to see his mother so soon. But his family had been bugging him for weeks and Rachel wasn't swaying from her stance that Katie never really liked him. He finally caved in. He was a huge momma's boy, and he'd wanted to prove Rachel wrong. But beyond that, he genuinely wanted to introduce the girl that occupied his thoughts more and more as the days went by.

He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back, his elbows propped to his sides.

He wanted things to be real and he'd be lying if he said the thought didn't terrify him. He was still hurting a little thanks to Jenny - her recent attentions towards him reminded him just how much of a mistake he'd made in dating her - and he'd deliberated many nights if Rachel had been right. Was Pidge just a rebound? She deserved way more than that. He needed more time to think.

A voice cut through his contemplative silence.

"Thanks for making me go on this trip...Would have missed out on a pretty awesome robotics program."

Lance lifted his head in surprise, immediately recognizing the small figure and its voice by the door. He nodded slowly, his eyes watching her as she carefully stepped into the dimly-lit room. They were the only ones there; it was late and the boys that were with him had left as soon as a prospect of hanging out with Balmeran girls arose.

As she stepped into the room and the dim blue light, he could see her fiddling with the edge of the enormous shirt she wore - it fell to her mid-thigh and absolutely engulfed her small frame. When she sat against the edge of the tub, heat rushed to his cheeks and he felt himself gulp, shoving away any and all untoward thoughts. Lord have mercy on his soul; seeing Pidge in his clothes was his absolute kryptonite. It was why he'd never asked for his jacket - or pretty much, any of the clothes she'd managed to steal - back. It pleased him far too much to see how it swallowed her petite form and in almost hilariously primitive level told others who she belonged to.

Feeling a rush of courage from the invigorating sight before him, he dared to speak. "Mind telling me why you've been avoiding me again?"

" Again ?" She frowned at him, her head turning sharply.

Lance didn't relent. "You always pull this shit, Pidge. Whenever you're pissed or just...I-don't-even-know with me, you do everything you can to avoid me."

He watched her lips pull to a defiant pout - pushing away the memory of all those times he felt those on his - and instead lifted his gaze from her lips to her eyes that now looked crestfallen. He wasn't going to back down this time and least of all, Pidge wasn't going to distract him with the fact that she was wearing one of his shirts.

"I'm just waiting for things to go horribly wrong."

The soft bubbling of the jet streams filled the following silence. Wordlessly, he lifted an arm out to her. She watched her worry her bottom lip before leaning down to slip off her shoes. He watched every movement as she swung her legs over the edge and slowly lowered her body into the water. Though she still looked guarded as she always did, there was a certain look in her eyes that made her tread towards him akin to a lioness; and he, her prey. He stood rooted to the spot, his breath hitching as her hands rested on his shoulders.

His hands eventually moved underwater, circling around her waist and pulling her closer to him. Unprompted, she rested her cheek against his bare chest and his heart rate skyrocketed.

"What makes you think something is going to go wrong?" He leaned his cheek on the top of her head, hoping she couldn't hear or feel his palpitations. He could tell that something bothered her, but it frustrated him that she couldn't articulate it to him or even tried to.

She shrugged and chose to say nothing more. And for a while, he allowed it, letting the warm water leach out the last of the cold in his bones and ease the tension in his sore muscles.

And then she moved - hands coming up again to lock behind his neck and her legs moving underwater to straddle him. His eyes widened at her boldness but he didn't stop her. Not when her lips brushed over the pulse of his neck in a way that made him shiver.

"I missed you too..." Her soft brown eyes looked straight into his, completely disarming him. " Mi rey ," she breathed, sealing her lips over his.

This time, his response wasn't at all stalled. His fingers trailed up from her waist to her hair, cradling her head as she kissed him. He returned the kiss, nipping her bottom lip and reining himself in before he could scare her away.

Hearing her speak Spanish ignited something in him that he'd never felt before, but he reluctantly pulled his face away. He pressed his lips over her brow as her eyes fluttered open in confused concern.

As much as he desired to ravish her with kisses, now wasn't a good time, not when there was something that was clearly bothering her and especially not when he was supposed to be her chaperone on the trip preventing incidents like these.

" Mi rey? " He lifted a brow in amusement, watching her nose scrunch up in annoyance. He locked his arms firmly around her waist again, keeping her in place against his chest when she'd attempted to move away. "I like it." He laughed, nuzzling her damp cheek. "More than I like to admit."

She finally stilled in his arms and looked up at him warily. "Do you really?"

He nodded and shifted his hands to cradle her face. "We'll talk about this once the trip's over, okay?" he whispered, thumbs caressing her cheek. She still looked confused but seeing the puppy-like wounded expression in her eyes was enough for him to relent and indulge her with a few innocent pecks to her lips. There was so much he wanted - needed - to tell her, but a steamy room with mood lighting while she looked as good as she did wasn't it.

"This is me," she murmured, stopping before her room door. The lights still streamed through the bottom and it appeared that Nadia and Hunk were still awake. She turned to see Lance's eyes on her - glinting in the muted, orange lights of the hallway. Katie tugged his bathrobe tighter around her and bit her lip, which only served to darken his eyes.

He blinked, took in a deep breath as though to steady himself, and that hunger in his gaze was gone. He leaned forward, brushing her forehead with a sweet kiss.

"Good night," he muttered, a lazy smile easily tugging on his lips. Her heart fluttered and for the first time for the week of their trip, she gave him a smile.

It wasn't till she closed the door behind her that she heard his footsteps walk away.

Katie yawned tiredly as she stepped out of the school bus. She stretched her limbs, sighing as the ache in her neck throbbed insistently - sleeping upright was never fun. She couldn't wait to return home and crash on her bed and its mountainous pile of soft plush toys.

Nadia bounded towards the baggage pick-up while she waited patiently to the side, fiddling with her phone.

"There you are, Holt."

She groaned mentally. Katie briefly considered if she could still pursue a doctorate while imprisoned for life for murder.

She lifted her head, and sure enough, a very smug-looking Jenny towered over her. The blonde nibbled on a granola bar, casting a look over her shoulder. Katie would have followed her gaze if it weren't for the object dangling around her neck that caught her immediate attention. Her fingers tightened around her phone.

"Where'd you get that, Jenny?" she asked, her voice carefully soft.

Jenny turned to her, looking all wide-eyed and innocent. "Hm? Lance lent them to me."

She wanted to snatch it off her neck, but chose to keep her hands firmly pinned to her sides. No, Jenny was baiting her and she wasn't going to bite.

"Also, I'm not done speaking to you. Before I got rudely interrupted on the slopes, I've been meaning to tell you something very important. Actually, I'm doing you a huge favor in telling you this."

Instinct told her that she should just tell her to fuck off or do the 'bigger person' thing her brother always preached about and walk away, but the small bit of paranoia that existed in her head made her raise an eyebrow at the girl, beckoning her to continue.

"Lance, he's not with you for you ," she started, twirling her finger around the cords of her headphones. "He's with you to cosy up to your father. Your dad used to work for the Garrison, didn't he? Bet he can pull some strings for his daughter's boyfriend."

She flinched at the implication but held her ground. Lance was not nearly as diabolical as Jenny was. But the doubt had taken root. Then again, he was particularly chummy with her dad and never turned down an opportunity to speak with him when most boys would balk at the thought of meeting a girl's father.

"Jenny, you're full of sh-"

"I mean, think about it. Asking you for help with the test? That was the only reason he ever came to you in the first place, didn't he? A school full of geniuses and he went to the only girl with family ties in the Garrison?"

"But Veronica-"

"-is nothing but an analyst. She has no real influence over the head honchos. But your dad...he was a commander at some point, wasn't he?"

Jenny took another nibble of her bar and leaned down to her eye level.

"Look, I know I'm a bitch, but I'm no liar. Use that humongous Holt brain of yours and connect the dots," she shrugged, giving her a prim smile that unnerved her.

Katie folded her arms and jutted out her chin, but she wasn't as confident as before. Her mind raced and a voice told her to walk away, and so she did.

"Just giving you a heads up, girlfriend!" she smirked, walking backwards before turning on a heel and heading straight for Lance.

Katie watched over her shoulder as he helped unload the luggage from the buses. His head lifted to Jenny's call. Her breath hitched as his blue eyes looked past the blonde and straight at her.

"Here ya go. Need a ride back?"

Nadia returned to her side setting down both their suitcases. She shakily reached for hers and gripped the handle tightly. Without looking back, she grabbed her confused friend's arm and headed straight for the car park; completely ignoring his smile.

A/N: Pretty please, leave me your thoughts?