POV) Cindy

I hated Caine, I watched him go, my face red, I wanted a club so I could hit him upside the head. Err, what was wrong with me? I wasn't mean, but for Caine, I may just turn mean.

I sighed, Caine had disappeared, 'Goodbye' I thought, annoyed. Maybe he will get hit by a bus or something. But that was to good to be true. I didn't go back to class, I couldn't, Caine was swirling in my head. Jerk.

After school Mia had been planning on taking me shopping, but I begged. . . Begged. . . Begged some more. . . And finally, she gave in. So we were going somewhere else. . . Where though?

After a few minutes she pulled up to a huge, brick, house. Jace and Caine came running out, Err, it was still too soon, my whole smack-Caine-with-a-club-because-he’s-a-jerk wasn’t over. Well it’s pretty clear he didn’t get hit by a bus. I sighed.

“Miss me already?” Caine asked, he and Jace had gotten in the back seat.

“No, just sad a bus didn’t hit you.” I responded, annoyed.

Caine laughed, “Oh, don’t worry, someday it might. . . After we’re married.”

I froze, “What!” I yelled, Jace was laughing with Caine, Mia looked shocked but was smiling.

“Don’t worry, it’s our little secret.” Jace snickered, grinning.

My face got red with anger and embarrassment. "We will never get married!" I snapped at Caine.

"Why not? I make you blush." Caine responed, Jace was still grinning (I could tell because of the mirror in the car.).

"No you don't!" I yelled, my face got redder because I was mad. Caine justed laughed. Great, now he thinks I like him, which I don't, he was annoying and he has a ego prombem.

And he is mean, and rude, and he got in trouble.

Soft whispering came from the back seat, it was hard to hear what was said but when I did hear something it was impossible to know who said it. To bad Candy missed out, she would have had a blast making fun of me.

'I do not like Caine' I thought, 'Dude, why would you?' The voice in my head responed back. Great, I was thinking to myself, and responding, just great.

Maybe I could pay a bus driver to hit him, 'Not a bad idea' Voice inside my head said. I miss home, where Caine didn't exist. Maybe I hit my hand to hard and fell to hard and now I was in a coma, yeah. . .

I missed home.