I grab my bag and head outside, Miley, by my side. Unfortunately, Keith stands by my car, in the rain. He's leaning on the hood, staring intently at us. His right arm is bleeding. I move us closer, and Miley squirms beside me.

"What happened to your arm?" I ask, carefully. He shakes his head, laughing lightly.

"Like you care." he says, sarcastically.

"I do, actually." I say, walking in punching distance. I grab  his arm, and he doesn't stop me. He's too weak. I rip his shirt and notice a deep cut similar to my shoulder wound. I remove my belt and make a tourniquet. I tighten it causing Keith to groan and glare at me. I ignore him as I wrap his left arm around my neck. He can barely hold himself up. I nod to Miley, and she carefully holds his other side. We walk him to the back of my car. I'm about to help him into the backseat when I'm knocked away.  When I open my eyes I see two guys in front of me. They take Keith away from Miley forcefully and punch him, each. Keith sighs, falling to the ground, beside me. He glances at me, in a silent plea for help. I nod, silently.

"Hey, what do you want with us?" I say, defiantly.

"We want Keith!" the one on the right, yells.

"Michael!" another one from behind shouts causing the two in front to twist around.

"What do you want, Mark?" Michael say, roughly. When Mark came closer he had a pole. They're planning on beating someone to death. My eyes widen in fear, and I look at Miley. I mouth for her to run, but she shakes her head. I nod, and she disagrees again. My heart hangs heavy in my chest because for once my protection isn't good enough.  I turn to Keith, and his eyes find mine, immediately. I move closer to him.

"Can you fight?" I whisper, grabbing his hand. He squeezes my wrist.

"I'm sorry for the other night, I think I was drunk." Keith says, not answering my question.

"Can you fight?" I ask, again. He nods, this time.

"I will do my best to make sure none of us die, tonight. What is your name?" he asks.

"Kale." I admit. I move back, and Michael is still talking to Mark. I learn, quickly, that the third man, standing besides Michael is Edgar. I pull myself to my feet, slowly. Besides my shoulder, I'm not hurt.

"Hey, losers! You wanna fight, I'm ready." I say, igniting the fire. Their angered eyes land on me, but they aren't interested.

"We don't have something against you." Edgar points.

"Well, I have something against you. I can't let you kill Keith." I say, desperately. They burst out laughing, at me.

"We're not going to kill Keith." Michael corrects. "We're going to kill Miley."

"Well, I can't let you kill her either." I argue.

"We aren't going to kill her, she has to do something with us that might kill her, but her choice." Michael shrugs at me.

"Then why are you carrying a pole?" I ask.

"Because." Mark snaps. Miley nods, sadly at me, then joins the three in front of us.

"Sorry, Kale, at least they'll stop following you." she says as Michael takes her in his arms. They kiss, dramatically, right in front of me. I run forward to pull them apart, but Keith holds me back. I look at him, panting besides me.

"Don't. " he warns.

"But-" I try to explain.

"She played you." he points as my heart breaks. What? I had been about to punch Michael, but now I held something against Miley. If that's even her name. Keith lets go and holds his arm. We watch as she leaves us. Having nothing, taking everything. I shake my head and turn to Keith.

"What happened to your arm?" I ask, curious.

"Don't worry about it." he says, dodging my question.

"You want to ride with me?" I ask, hoping he'll say yes. I don't want to ride alone.

"Definitely. Your shoulder ok?" he asks. I nod, and he smiles.

"You need to fetch anything?" I ask. He shakes his head as I pick up my bag from the puddle it sat in. I walk toward my car and shut the door to the backseat. "Shotgun for you."

"Thanks." he says, slamming the door. I start up the car and drive us out. "Where are we going now?"

"I don't have a destination." I admit, glancing over at him.

"Good for me. So, what's your story?" Keith asks, the same second question Miley had asked. I decide to have patience with everyone.

"My mom kicked me out when I found out that my dad was still alive." I admit.

"My dad threatened to kill my mom if I didn't move out but trouble seems to follow me." Keith says, moving strands of hair out of his eyes. I turn on the radio and drum on the wheel. My preset is rock. Keith seems to like it, and I don't think Miley did.

"I really thought she was into me." I say, quietly. Keith closes his eyes, and I turn onto the freeway.