"Heads up," a voice called from afar.

I looked to see who said it, but before I knew it I was on the ground dumbstruck.

"Are you okay?" An unfamiliar voiced asked.

"Do I look okay?" I asked while the person helped me get off the ground.

"Oh I think someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," the guy said trying to not laugh.

"Well maybe you should say 'Watch out' instead of 'Heads up', because when you say 'Heads up' most people look up," I furiously said dusting myself off from the ruff.

"Yeah and most of those people are morons," he said cockily.

"You know what? I-"I cut myself off when I looked at who I was arguing with.

It was Lucas Baker, or best known as the ALLSTAR Quarter Back, at Indian Creek High School.

"Are you okay?" He cautiously asked.

Before I could answer, I felt dizzy and fell over into unconsciousness.

"Ruthie? Ruthie can you hear me?" A gentle voiced asked.

I opened my eyes slowly, because the light wherever I was, was annoyingly bright.

"Ruthie?" The voice asked again.

I looked to the right where I heard the voice, it was Nurse McMan.

"Can you try and sit up for me?" She asked in the most nourishing voice a person could possibly hear.

I started to sit up and I could feel the blood rushing away from my head making me light headed.

"Here is another ice pack for your head," she said handing me a cold pack.

"Okay," I mumbled.

"I will be back in a few minutes to come and check on, but for right now keep this on your head, and your brother, Gavin said he will be here in about an hour to pick you up, because he got stuck at work," Mrs. McMan said.

"Okay," I said trying to smile, but I was in too much pain to use my face muscles.

When she left, I saw a familiar figure sitting in a chair across from me with his face buried in his face hiding his deep dark brown eyes.

The golden brown, surfer hair draped over his tanned fingers. His muscles were flexed with tension, and his legs were tucked under the chair too keep them out of the way, because alone his legs were four feet on his 6 foot 5 inches body with crisply toned muscles.

"Hey. L-Lucas, I-I'm so-sorry for yelling a-at you," I stuttered over my words.

"Well it was my fault. I should have yelled 'Watch out' instead of 'Heads up,'" He said with a grin so small, but noticeable.

"I was just angry. I'm just an angry person, but you probably already knew that," I said trying to roll my eyes.

"You're not an angry person, you just have your moments, like we all do. You have been through so much and you are one of the sanest people in the world. I mean if I was in your position, I don't know if I would be able to handle it," he said looking at his hands.

"Yeah, well too much has happened to me. If my dad leaving to live with his new wife and his other daughter, right before I was born, my mom passing away about a year ago, which meant living with my three older brothers and losing my best friend is sane, then everyone else should be as sane as I am," I emphasized on the losing the friend part.

"Well your ex-best friend was a jerk to you, and I bet they hope you could accept their apology," he said bringing his head up slowly.

"Hm. I don't know if I could. He went from being just my best friend, to most popular person in school and left his best friend, being me, in the dust. I mean he never trusted me, and that slut girlfriend of his cheated on him, and I told him, and then he blew his top. So I don't know if I could deal with that," I said looking in a different direction, so I wouldn't have to see his face.

"Well if he could go back and change what he did, I bet he would have. He never meant to hurt you in any way, shape or form," he solemnly said.

"He failed at that. Plus, no one wants to be my friend, because he doesn't want to be my friend. Now the only true person I can talk to is my brother, and he's not even that trustworthy," I said trying to keep tears from pouring out of my eyes.

"I know he is sorry, because he wouldn't have hit you in the head on accident, because he knows how to control a football," he mumbled.

Wait, does that mean he hit me on purpose, so he could talk to me?

"Well he must have awful aim, because he gave her a black eye, and made her faint. He is so good," I couldn't help but smile, but I was furious.

"Yeah, he knows know. If he could turn back time, he would take back everything, but you can't turn back time, can you?" He smiled, with his pearly white teeth.

"He got something right in his life for once," I smiled showing the bare minimal of my teeth.

"Yeah, well he hopes he can get something else right in his life," he said holding out his hand.

"Maybe," I said shaking his firm hand.

Lucas stood up, inching closer to me. I could feel his body heat rushing against my body as he dove in for a hug. The hug lasted around five seconds, but it felt like forever.

We pulled apart, but he kept his face close to mine, I could smell his minty fresh breath.

Our eyes locked and I fell deeply into his gorgeous brown eyes.

I could feel the sorrowfulness in his eyes while he kept getting closer to my face.

Then I knew exactly what was going to happen, we were going to kiss. I wanted to spit in his face, but there was no strength in me too.

Our lips touched, his were so soft like a baby's butt, but I didn't want it to end. My old best friend, kissing me, made things plain award.

He pulled away, grabbing his bag and looking at me in pure terror, and I know exactly how he felt.

Regretful.

"Well I-I have t-to go," he said grabbing his book bag and heading back to class.

'I knew I should have spited in his face. That little-,' before I could finish my thoughts, my brother, Gavin, walked in.

"So… I was walking into the office, I saw Lucas and waved, but he kept on walking, like I was going to hit him or something," Gavin said smilingly with his loving smile.

Whatever Gavin does, he is always the happy one. Even at our mother's funeral, he was happy. I think he was dropped on his head when he was a baby, so does everyone else in our family.

He's the tallest out of the four of us, peeking at 6"4', and is the only one with green eyes. He keeps his dirty blonde hair shaved, and has naturally tanned skin. Lucas loves working out, so the muscles he has could crush an anorexic with one finger.

I'm the exact opposite of Gavin. My height is 5'7" and my eyes are an ugly seawater color. My curly, brown hair hits right at my pale, broad shoulders. People say I am the "athletic type", because I used to dance and do gymnastics. I don't anymore, ever since my mom passed away.

The drive home was silent and awkward. I didn't want to tell Gavin what happened to make Lucas be that way and me so quiet.

Once we got home, I went straight up to my room, trying to stay away from Gavin's lingering thoughts.

I sat on my black and white zebra print comforter, staring at my very purple walls. I used to love this room, but that was the old, carless, free falling, me. Now I'm uptight, lonely, which mainly means one thing... Bitch…

My thoughts dwelled in the room I sat in. The room felt cold and I felt lifeless.

I lied my head on my purple plush pillow and let my tired eyes close.

"Ruthie!" I heard a guy voice yell.

"Ruthie! Wake up!" He said again. This time he was rocking my bed, and pulled the covers off of me.

"RUUUUUUUTTTTTHIIIIEEEE!" He obnoxiously yelled.

"Leave me alone," I mumbled putting my head underneath my pillow.

"Not until you tell me what happened at school today!" He said taking my pillow away, and I knew exactly who it was, Drew, my less than a year older than me, brother.

"Drew. I swear, if you take anything else away from me, you'll have to go around school with people asking you why you have a black eye!" I said sitting up, but keeping my eyes closed.

"Wow… You… Look…. Aw-Amazing!" He said chocking on his last words.

"Nice save. Now will you let me sleep? Please?" I put my head back down on my pillow less bed.

"No! You tell me what happened. I'm not leaving until I get an answer," he sat on the bed kicking his feet to make me bounce.

"Nothing happened! He accidently hit me in the head and then I blacked out and that was it." I didn't want to tell him about the kiss, because I knew exactly what he would do. Go kick some serious ass!

"Oh really? Because I heard some other things," he said nudging my arm.

"What? What did you hear?" I asked sitting up angrily, hoping it wasn't what I thought it would be about.

"Well-" he started to talk, but as soon as he opened his mouth, my other brother, Travis, stumbled in out of breath.

"Ruthie, you've got some explaining to do!" He said crossing his arms.

'Shit'