"Daddy! Push me higher!" my five year old self squeals. My dad laughs and pushes me gently on the swing.

"But Calliebear," my dad whines playfully, "if you go any higher, you'll fly away." I giggle and dig my tiny feet into the ground, trying to stop myself. 

Dirt covers my shoes, and I look at my dad. "I'll never fly away, Daddy. I don't have wings," I state innocently. My dad chuckles and brushes a strand curl out of my face.

"You don't need wings to fly, Callie. All you need is your dreams."

"Callie! Stop dreaming and wake up!" a voice whispers urgently in my ear. I groggily open my eyes and see...I'm on the floor. I pick up my sweaty face from the carpet and rub my eyes.

"What time is it?" I ask, raspy voice in all. Jacy looks at me then at the clock.

"6:10. I have to head home. We have school," she answers, standing up and stretching. I groan and lay back on the floor. Jacy sighs and throws a pillow at me. I smile under my hands.

"Stop...," I whine.

"Get up," Jacy whines back. I roll onto my back, and I feel pain on my butt. I gasp and look back at Jacy.

"Did you just slap my butt?" I ask in disbelief. Jacy crosses her arms and raises her chin.

"Maybe I did...maybe I didn't," she replies, turning on her heel and walking into my bathroom. I gape at her and take the pillow and chunk it at her. 

She squeaks in surprise and glares at me. I smile sweetly and stand up. I walk over to my dresser and look through my wardrobe.

"What to wear, what to wear?" I ask with a sigh. 

In the end, I pick out a red ruffled skirt, a white blouse, and some gladiator sandals. Jacy ends up borrowing my clothes. She chooses white skinny jeans, a navy blue v-neck, and some UGGS. As Jacy dolls herself up, I peek out into the living room and see my mom's door still closed. I sigh in relief.

Jacy finishes and walks up to me. "Ready?'' she asks. I nod.

We sneak out of the house the way Jacy came. I follow her quietly, and we look over the hedges in my front yard. A patrol car sits about a block away facing my house. Jacy motions for me to stay and quickly jumps over Xaiver's fence. I look at her, and she gestures me to come on. I quickly run and jump over, my bag banging into my side.

Jacy then presses herself to his house and walks through the backyard. I follow her, feeling like Mission Impossible. We get to the corner of the house and quietly walk towards the garage. It starts opening, and Jacy and I freak out. We run back to the backyard, giggling. 

Then footsteps.

Our giggling ceases, and we press our backs further to the house. The footsteps come closer and closer until...

"Jacy? Callie? What are you doing behind my house?" Xaiver asks. His black hair is slightly damp, giving me a sudden urge to run my fingers through it, he smells strongly of pine and Axe, making me inhale deeply, he has his jeans low on his hips, and his Hollister shirt clings to his chest, making him look like the boy next door.

Oh wait...

"We were going to sneak to my house and drive to school, but since you've so kindly offered..." Jacy states, walking to his vehicle.

"Hey, I didn't-" he starts.

"Thanks, Xaiver!" I chirp, rushing into the garage. 

I hop into the backseat; leather attaching to my skin. Jacy hops into the front seat and buckles up. Xaiver walks into the garage and stares at us with his jaw slack. Jacy waves and smiles. He shakes his head and opens the driver's door. He slides in and tosses his stuff into the backseat, hitting me in the face.

"Ow..." I grumble.

"Sorry," he mutters.

"Wow...he still must be upset," I think. Moving his stuff over to the side, I slightly slide down in my seat as we pass the patrol car.

When we pass, I let a breath I knew I was holding. Jacy starts up small talk with Xaiver, and I watch as the trees rush by. They stand big and tall, looming over everyone and everything. Their branches sway with the wind; leaves rustling. I watch as a leaf falls and gently lowers to the ground.

Fall is coming. I bite my lip at the thought and just wait to get to school.

~~~~~

"Murder," is the first word I hear come out of Jenny's mouth as I walk into the bathroom. I roll my eyes and walk up to the sink, washing the dirt and chemicals off from Science.

"Excuse me," Jenny says, her voice high and annoying. I look at her through the mirror with an annoyed expression.

"What is it?" I ask, my hands griping the sides of the sink tightly.

"I know you killed Miss Jennson and Eddie," she accuses, flipping her hair.

"Whatever, Jenny. I didn't, and I don't know why you're being so nosey about it," I say tiredly.

That's all I've been getting today. People have been giving me accusing looks, saying accusing things, and even one sophomore decided to paint a rose on my locker. Stupid freshmen...

"I am not nosey," she hisses. "I'm just protecting what is rightfully mine." I turn and face her.

"Which is?"

"Xaiver."

I gape at her in disbelief. Shaking my head, I start drying my hands with a paper towel. "You're so full of it, Jenny. He isn't yours. No matter how much you want him to be." With that, I toss the paper towel into the over-flowing trashcan and walk out of the bathroom.

People stare at me as I pass by, and insecurity washes over me. I grab my arms and duck my head, heading into my next class. I decide to sit next to the window, away from everyone else. Students file in, and I feel a buzz in my purse. I dig through it and see my phone lit up.

Making sure no one saw, I discreetly pull it out and look at the glowing message on the screen.

Jacy Bby ;)

U & me. 2nite we gonna go clubbin'! :D