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“So, she’s back then.”Blake kept an arm around me.

“Yep, she came home this morning, if I could be so lucky.” We moved forward again.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Blake shot over my shoulder to someone, and I followed his eyeline to see it met with Taylor’s, Zane’s prick of a best friend.

“Nothing.” He looked shocked.

Blake arched an eyebrow at him while glaring. “Then stop fucking looking at her,” he growled before slowly turning his attention back to me.

“What was that about?” I looked up at him. I hated scenes, and Blake always seemed to cause them. He was a hot head, and sometimes it was hard to deal with.

“He was looking at you.”

“So.” I looked up at him, not amused. “I keep looking at the kid wearing that snow hat, I don’t see him snapping at me.”

“You’re in a mood.” He rolled his eyes at me, letting go of me. “Call me when your hormones are under control.”

With that said he walked off. Blake didn’t do arguments. Instead, he would just walk off and later he would pretend like nothing happened.

My fingers curled into tight fists. Why did my hormones always get the blame? I looked over my shoulder to see Taylor, looking shocked. Why was he looking at me anyway? I took a glance at Zane, who had his head curled into that stupid brunette’s neck, kissing it.

I suddenly felt sick.

“Hey, Allie!” Chase called out while jogging towards me. His blonde hair bouncing slightly with each step.

“I’m not in the mood, Falcon,” I warned him. I had just had a run in with his brother and I didn’t need to go head to head with him as well.

“Ok.” He rose his hands, signaling he came in peace.

“I was just wondering if you and Blake have decided if you’re coming on the camp this weekend? I’ve got to put our names down so they can do the assignments for groups and stuff.”

Camping, I scrunched my nose up. “I don’t want to go. Camping, dirt, bugs, and being in the bush doesn’t do anything for me.”

“Come on, it is going to be fun,” he begged.

“No.”

“Come on, you know you want to.”

“No.”

“There is going to be marshmallows. We both know how much you love a marshmallow.”

“I said no, Falcon.”

“It gets you out of English finals and that oral presentation.”

“Ok, now I’m interested.” I stepped out of the lunch line, seeing as I wasn’t really even in it anymore. People had just been walking around us.

“It’s for a full week, and you automatically get a passing grade for any assessments you miss during it. It's something about encouraging kids to get back into nature or something. So, you going to come or what?”

Public speaking and assessments - both weren’t my strong points. “Fine, I’m in, but just because I’m going doesn’t mean Blake will.”

“He will.” Chase grinned. “Just the chance of sharing a tent with you will get him there.”

“Whatever,” I grumbled. My eyes drifted in Zane’s direction. Was he going?

“Ok, I’ll see you tonight.” He slapped me on the back before jogging off. I was sure he was off to track down his brother and pester him about coming with us.