Heh Heh…. _ ; Sorry I am late with the updates. I have no excuse. I was just being awful lazy. I really hope this one was worth the wait. Thank you again XxAniketosxX, SunlitMery, Tinkies, and XOlovelyladybuXO for the reviews. Also thank you Angela-Bennet, josie1993, shalmarrose, Rebecca Jane Cullen, Sapphireuncovered123, and wingedraksha for your reviews. Another thank you shout out for kida3082 for the messg. and ass kick. Oh yeah one more thing to josie1993 and XxAniketosxX question/hunch my answer is maybe. Just maybe.

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Chapter 5

Saturday morning was dull and boring. Nothing to do but watch the hemp plants grow in the neighbor's yard from outside the kitchen window. I sipped slowly at a large Garfield mug of coffee as I watch those green and heavily leafed plants shoot for the sky. After Jason went to bed, I stayed up. I could feel those heavy bags under my eyes. Dad almost went unnoticed by me as he parked his car in the driveway and then shuffled up the stair to the bedroom he shared with Mom for a good day sleep. I had too much on my mind. Jason though he is in love with Blondie. Blondie may be cheating on him. Is she really cheating on him with the guy I saw with her? If Blondie is cheating on Jason, should I tell him? Would he even want to know if she was? What if he finds out on his own and discovers I knew about it? In this situation, I was damn if I do, damn if I don't. I was in a pickle. I long heavy sign escaped my lips. First thing first, I got to find out if Blondie is really cheating on him. That means I have to call Rachel Eader.

Rachel Eader was part of Blondie's inner circle, not right-hand man, but she was closer to her then me. Rachel Eader was like me in some ways. She was a gossip hound just like me. She survived Blondie's hostel take-over and wound up with higher statues in the end just like me. Unlike me, she liked spreading the dirty dealings of other people. I may use gossip as a weapon, but I usually keep my mouth shut until I need to use it. Rachel liked spreading the gossip around. Talking to her will be a double edge sword and might get me in trouble later. I called her from the phone in the kitchen after Mom and Jason went out at noon. I sat up in my pink pajamas bottoms on the kitchen counter with my little black address book in my hand as I called Rachel. I quickly asked her what was going on between Blondie and my brother.

"I don't know much, other than she is totally crushing on your big brother. Shouldn't you know more about that romance then me," I heard Rachel's high pitched voice asked from over the phone. "Steph has been hanging out with Jason all week. She even canceled the weekly Monday Mall ritual to hang out with him this week."

"Jason has not been bringing her around for tea and cake," I laugh under my breath. Tread carefully, Jamie, there will be danger in what you're going to ask." Rachel, do you think, now this is going to sound insane after what you just told me, that maybe…just maybe… that Stephanie is cheating on Jason?"

"What? No way. That can't happen. You serious," Rachel ask in a higher pitched voice.

"Like a heart attack. I mean look what happen to Hamilton and Romero, she cheated on them. Why would she not cheat on my brother," I quickly said into the phone.

"There no way she would cheat on him. She is totally, completely in love with him," explained Rachel.

"She may be in love, but she can still cheat," I said as I rolled my eyes.

"Wait. She can't be cheating, otherwise we both would have heard about it. She would have boast her unfaithfulness to Mandy and we both know how loose Mandy's lips are." Rachel pointed out. She did have a point. Mandy was Blondie's right-hand man – er, women. Mandy has been at Blondie's beck and call since the first day she transferred in. Mandy could keep her mouth shut, but sometimes she slipped up. Weather she told everyone Blondie's personal secrets on purpose or not was debatable. Rumors had it that Mandy is trying to become top bitch at school and kick Blondie off her throne. She may tell me more about Blondie's affairs. An enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"Maybe she is cheating, maybe she's not. Don't know for sure. I'll talk to Mandy at school on Monday," I said grudgingly, not totally looking forward to it.

"Yeah, you do that. Oh, did you hear about the most heinous breakup between Jessica and Taylor yesterday night at Alice's party," I heard Rachael natter on. Racheal talked my ear off before finally hanging up the phone.

I stood in front of my long mirror the hung on my closet door taking in my clothing. I had some serious doubts on my whole outfit. Did my nice pink tank top with little frills was too much? Should I have chosen to wear more girly shoes then my brown boots that were already on my feet? Would he mind that there was a slight tear in the knee of my blue jeans? Why did it matter to me what David minded at all? I knew I was attracted to that unpredictable asshole, but did I want him to think me attracted? I like being noticed by guys. I like flirty with guys. It was fun and gave me confidence I needed. With David… I just don't know what to do with him at the moment. I grabbed my jean jacket from off my bed and head out the door to catch the bus.

The Boardwalk was packed, again. It was a little before 10 o'clock pm. The sun set around 8 o'clock. The Boardwalk was open till 11. So a good whole hour to see what he wanted. I headed straight for the merry-go-round passing Fantasyworld on my way toward it. Edgar was standing out front guarding the goods. Giving him my hardest glare, our eyes locked on each other's as I walked by. I was acting like a brat, but losing his and his brother's friendship still hurt. An upbeat tone could be heard from the old scale organ in the corner of the building the housed the Looff carousel. I sat down on one of the benches that surrounded the merry-go-round in a circle. A young mother with a sleeping newborn sat down next to me on my right. She waved to a 10-year-old boy with brown hair as he lifted himself up onto the seat of one the horses and she didn't stop waving until he waved back. Must have been her son.

And there we sat her humming with the music to her baby in her arms and me waiting for a guy who I really knew nothing about. I look over at the clock on the wall. The big hand was on the 12 and the little hand was on the 10. A couple of minutes later, a guy with long, wild blond hair and a swagger in his step sat down next to the mother with the child. They didn't look like they knew each other. The merry-go-round stop and people got off. Her ten-year-old came racing towards her, docking in between people, as she got up from the bench.

"Come on, Laddie, time to go home. It is way passed Lauren's and yours bed time" she said to the boy as she ruffled his hair. They made their way out of the building into the mass of people heading home. The Boardwalk crowd had gotten a lot small since I arrived.

I sat waiting more for him. He was a good 30 minsutes late now. Is he even going to show up?

"Who are you waiting for babe," I hear a smooth teasing voice say. I turn my head to the right to see that the guy with the wild bloud had moved over, closer towards me. I heard the chains on his right shoulder of his jacket jiggle as he moved closer. The pins on the left lapel of his jacket gleamed from the light of the merry-go-round. He wore a mess shirt under his slight leather jacket and white pants with leather knee boots.

"What," I asked not sure if he was speaking to me or not, meeting his dark blue eyes.

"Who are you waiting for," he asked again.

"Someone," I said with fake confidence as I glared at him.

"Hey, Dwayne, who do you think she's waiting for," He said looking up at someone behind me. I wiped my head around and saw a guy with dark hair leaning against the pillar behind me with his arms crossed his chest. He wore no shirt but a chucky necklace under his old leather jacket. I saw a long cat or dog tooth hang down from his right ear. Dwayne stayed silent watching us. Tension shot through my body.

"Maybe she's waiting for a boyfriend," I heard a voice to my left say. Another guy with blond hair said sitting down very close next to me on my left, causing me to scoot away from him and closer to the other blond guy. His hair was much curlier then the other blond guy's hair and he also was more boyish looking then the other guys. His jacket was a piece of art completely covered in bright patches. He wore leather fingerless gloves on his hands and a Cheshire cat gin on his lips. I became more tense.

"That's what I was thinking," the guy on my right said leaning back looking to the guy on my left. He then leaned in closer me, coming in close contact with my face. His fingers stealthily crept their way onto my shoulder. "So babe, are you waiting for your man?"

"Yes, I am. Now, get your arm off my shoulder," I haughtily snapped, pinching the skin of his forearm and removing his whole arm from my shoulder. I was lying through my teeth about the boyfriend part, but he didn't need to know that.

"That hurt girl," the blond on my right whined, rubbing his forearm to relive the pain. He then tried to slink his arm around my shoulder. I then slapped at it like it was a nasty bug. "Easy. Easy. We come in peace."

"Yeah right," I huffed.

"We just want to keep you company. That's all," the blond on my left said in a reassuring voice.

"Sure," I replied crossing my arms over my breasts.

"Seriously, we just want to sit with you till your date comes. He is going to be a little late," he said explaining the situation in a calming voice. The tension in my shoulders loosened a little. I still didn't like what was going on.

"How would you know that? You could be lying to me," I told him staring at him real hard.

"Don't we look familiar," The blond of my left asked. Yes, they did. But where I saw, them I don't know. Santa Carla was a small town. I could have seen them at one the movie theater or on Main Street or maybe the beach…The beach.

"You guys were there that night at the beach." I stated. I now remember running into the blond on my right as I ran away.

"Told ya, she'd remember us. Pay up, sucker," the blond on my right demanded to the blond on my left. He raised his arm over my head to grab the money the blond on my left had dug out from his right boot.

"We're close friends of David's. Your names Jamie, right," the blond on my left asked. I nodded my head yes. So these guys were friends of David's. "My name is Marko. That's Dwayne. And that's -."

"Thank you very much Marko. I can introduce myself. Hello Baby, nice to meet you. The name's Paul" Paul said cutting off Marko. He had grabbed my hand in his, about to kiss it, when Dwayne slapped him on the back of the head."Hey!"

"So, anyways, why were you running from those guys that night on the beach," Paul asked randomly breaking the silence that had fallen on us a couple of minutes ago.

"They were following me. I was alone. There were more of them then me," I explained bluntly. I didn't want to talk about that night, especially not with these guys. I just met them and I really didn't really know for sure they were David's friends.

"Did you know those guys," Marko asked almost cautiously.

"No, I did not. Never saw them in my life. Do you?" I asked sharply. My answer was followed with silence. "That answers my question. Here's another question, dose it even matter if I did know them? It was a random event."

"You think that night on the beach was random. That those guys were following you randomly," asked Dwayne, for first time hearing his gruff voice. I turnaround on the bench and looked behind me at the silent giant.

"Yes, I do believe that," I said with force trying to reassure myself. Alarm bells went off silently in my head. What were they getting at? That night was all a random event. It had to be. Right?

"Are you sure," Dwayne asked staring me coldly in the eyes.

"Positive" I sipped the word out. Giving him my best death glare, but I felt like I was a mini-poodle taking pit-bull. I didn't stand a chance against him. I was not intimidating enough. I still tried to make him back down.

"Oh look, your prince charming doth approaches," Paul exclaimed catching my attention. I broke my silent war with Dwayne to see David getting off the Merry-go-round. He has been here the whole time, hasn't he? Hasn't He? That…that… that prick. I screamed in outrage in my head. I have been waiting for him for a little more than an hour. Keeping his ice eyes on me, he slowly made his way towards us, towards me. Paul got up, stretched and then two finger saluted us. "Catch you two love birds later."

"Bye-Bye. Have fun," Marko said as he jumped over the bench and followed Paul out. Dwayne just smiled brilliant white teeth and nodded his head towards David then retreated with the rest of them. I sat there on the bench with a deep scowl on my lips as he reached me. I was pissed at him. Really, really pissed at him. By that that all knowing smirk on his face, he know that I know he has been at the merry—go-round for as long I have. There was no one or nothing from telling him off right fucking now. I should just….

He leaned in, standing before me, his leather gloved hands rested on the bench on either side of me, trapping me in. He slowly, maybe a little too slowly, he lean down, leveling my face with his. My gaze flicker from his eyes to his lips then back to his eyes. Was he going to kiss me? Our noses brushed a little and I could feel my breathing was becoming shallow. I could feel my eyes drop a little and I tilted my head up to receive a kiss on my lips from him. Suddenly, he kissed me…

…on the cheek. He trailed three butterfly kisses from the corner of my mouth towards my ear.

"Sorry I'm late, Jamie," He whispered in my ear. He then abruptly pulled back and stood up straight. He removed his hands from the bench that were caging me in and stuffed them in the pockets of his trench coat. I sat there on the bench with my mouth gaping open. I closed it then opened it again. I was doing my best impression of a goldfish. All my anger for him had escaped me between the time he leaned down over and when he kiss me. It sort of made me sad he didn't do more.

"What was that, payback," I asked finally coming down from the shock.

"You could say that," David replied simply as he rocked backward on his feet with a well satisfied smile on his lips. I was not disappointed at that smile.