"BLAKE," I started to yell with everyone, which was completely useless, you know, because if he was drowning or unconscious underwater I doubted he could answer us...

We all swam towards the spot where Blake had fallen.

I went underwater, opening my eyes and looked around me.

What an idiot!? Hadn't I said something like that would happen!? What the hell had he been thinking!?

If he wasn't dead I would kill him!

I was out of air so I kicked myself up to the surface and looked again around me.

"BLAKE," everyone kept yelling, and Mark was swimming towards the rocky bank, climbing on it, to get a better look of the place I guess...

"Blake it's not funny," I yelled, and took a deep breath to dive under again.

"Well, I personally think it is," the voice we had all been waiting for yelled and we turned our head slightly back to the left, where there was a sharp rocky hill and small water trees growing everywhere on it and there he was, sitting on top, looking at us laughing.

"YOU FREAKING IDIOT," I yelled and everyone else was also cursing him.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Dwayne screamed, still dog paddling.

"You should have seen yourselves." Blake said and then held his hands higher on his side, flapping them, mimicking the face of some hysterical girl "Blake! BLAKE! BLAAAKEEE!" and then burst laughing even more.

"You're dead douche bag," I yelled and swam towards him.

Blake, still laughing, dove into the water, from the rocky hill and raced away from the furious crowd he now had against him.

Ya... I was not chasing after that asshole! I'd get back at him another way for scaring the living crap out of me!

"He really is an idiot sometimes..." Alex said swimming beside me.

"Sometimes? I'm telling you, I'm going to strangle him at some point!"

"Well, looks like Kitty's taking her claws out!" Alex laughed.

"He almost gave me a freaking heart attack!"

"I tend to do that to woman, you know with my breathtaking hotness and all," I heard Blake scream from afar and then laugh, and like, he was laughing a lot!

That's it! He's going down!

I raced after him. He wasn't going as fast as the other time. Might have something to do with his hysterical laughing causing him to swallow water...

Anyway, I was almost catching up with him but then we were reaching the deck and well, something you should know about that deck of ours... we don't have a ramp or a scale or anything... we might have been a little lazy when we built it, anyway, the only way to get on the deck from the water, is pulling yourself up with the deck. Now I don't know if you ever tried to do that when there's a little more than one foot of distance from the water to the deck, but you need arm muscle. And it slows you down if you don't.

Blake didn't really have that problem, seeing he's that all-muscular-and-well-shape-football-player type, but I kinda did.

So when I reached the deck, Blake had all but rolled himself on it and was waiting for me with a smirk.

I scowled at him and grabbed the edge of the deck, pulling myself up but Blake pushed my head down, to the water.

But I wasn't giving up just yet.

So I pulled myself up again, and then as quick as I could, grabbed Blake ankle.

He wasn't ready for that, and as I pulled, he fell backward on the deck. I took advantage of this and heave myself out of the water.

Blake was still laughing while my body was crouched, in front of his, on the deck.

"Pooky's mad," I heard him say between laughs.

He got some nerves! That freaking idiot!

I had a few options here. I could either roll him off the deck, or spit in his face, give him a wee-gee, I could kick him in the nuts, pull his hair, punch him a few times, all of the above, but in different order...

I settle on the punching, and lunged at him, my fist immediately hitting his chest.

"Don't! Call! Me! POOKY!" I yelled with every punch but Blake seemed to just find this funnier and dodged my punches by rolling a little from left to right, like I was tickling him more than punching him.

So then I sat on top of him, so he would stop squishing and punched his shoulder.

"You're an ASS!" I yelled

But all I got in response was a laugh and "You seem to enjoy it more when you're the one on top!"

"Good freaking lord!" I yelled exasperate.

"Ya, that's exactly what you should be saying!" Blake snickered.

Arrrg!

Why did he have to switch EVERYTHING into sexual innuendos!?

I punched him on the side of the ribs as hard as I could and then got off of him and pushed him off the deck and into the water.

I got on my feet and looked down at where he had fell, waiting for his head to come out, with a victory grin on my lips.

But strangely, he seemed to struggle to get to the surface...

Ya, he wasn't going to pull that little "I'm dying" stunt again!

Finally, his hand caught the edge of the deck and he pulled his head out of the water.

I was going to mention that I wasn't stupid, and he wouldn't get me again, but he spoke first.

"Damn it Pumpkin! Not so hard on the ribs next time, alright!" he told me, grunting, and then with his left arm, wrapped around his torso, he pulled himself out of the water with the other.

"You can cut the act dumbass!" I answered and was about to push him back in but then I heard the high pitch voice.

"OwwWwWW Blaaaake! Are you alrigth!?" Stacey shrieked and ran, which was one hell of an achievement considering she was wearing heels...

Heels? Come on! We're in the freaking forest! Tsss.

Anyway, she was running towards Blake like a crazy-psycho-stalker, so I wasn't going to stay there and dove in the water, away from the bimbo.

I think I saw Blake scowl at me for abandoning him, but the bastard deserved it!

I caught up with the guys and tried with them about a hundred times to touch the bottom of the Creek, which I did, a few times, and was pretty proud of myself!

When our fingers reached a good enough level of water shrinkinesh we all got out.

The two bimbos were sprawled on the deck, in their kid-size bikinis, trying to tan probably, while Shawn and Clark were drooling over them.

Pervs!

Blake wasn't there...

We found him, when we all got back to the cars, to get towels and eat a bit. He had taken the dirt bikes out of Mark's pick up trunk and it looked like he was working on the mechanic. He was still only wearing his short.

For two seconds my mind went "Swooooooon! That's a HOT back." And then I kinda wanted to slap myself cause first, don't drool over Blake; it'll come bite you back in the ass soon enough and two how the hell had I manage to NOT drool when I was fighting with him before? That second part deserved more of a path in the back though...

"All set!" Blake announced us, smiling, while turning around and then my mind went "double swoooooon, that's a HOT chest."

For freaking crying out loud! What the hell? Keep it together lady!

Luckily, that's the moment the guys decided to scream at each other to know who was going to ride them first.

"Forget about it Dwayne! We all know you won't be able to turn and then you'll fucking break the things!" Connor was shouting.

"Ya and you'll try to impress everyone and you'll miss your jump and YOU'LL fucking brake the things!" Dwayne shouted back.

"We should go first!" Trevor and Cameron yelled at the same time.

"None of you dim-wits are going first! I'm the quarterback! I lead! I go first!" Alex stopped them.

"Exactly you always have EVERYTHING first!" Davis yelled and I don't know why but I don't think he was only talking about the dirt bikes here... "Let the smaller player have fun first for once!"

"Alright if you don't all stop acting like pussies I'm cutting the spark plug wire and diving in the Creek with it and NO ONE will get on the dirt bikes!" Blake cut.

"And I brought the damn things so you'll listen to the man!" Mark added.

"We should let the boys play with their toys..." Catherine trailed, rolling her eyes and walked towards the picnic table with Janna.

I followed them.

"Hey Kitty! You aren't coming?" Alex yelled after me.

"Ya right! Like I'm gonna have a shot at driving them if you all but fight to the death in mud to go first!" I answered and turned around.

It could have been fun to go with them, I mean they usually did pretty stupid things with the dirt bikes but I wanted some female company for once.

We could still hear them shout at each other when the left for the sand pit a few minutes' walk away.

"Boys will be boys," Catherine said shaking her head but smiling.

"Ya but Mark is more reasonable then the rest of them," I told her.

"I know..." she answered smiling, the smile of a girl that loves her boyfriend.

"Mark and you are already like an old couple," Janna laughed.

"And you're like a newlywed one," Catherine laughed even more, especially when Janna started to blush.

"Is it true?" Catherine suddenly asked her, when we were sitting at the picnic table, her eyes almost wicked.

Janna and Catherine were on the same side of the table and I was sitting crossed legged on my bench.

"What?" Janna frowned.

"You know the myth that black men have a-"

"Jesus Christ! Catherine!" Janna shrieked and I burst laughing with Catherine.

"Come on! Can't a girl be curious?" Cath managed to ask, between laughs.

"We are NOT discussing this topic!"

"So it's just a myth then?"

"No!" Janna shouted immediately but then her eyes bulge "Wait! No no I didn't mean... Jesus!" she babbled and I was holding my head in my hands, my elbows resting on the table, shaking with laughter.

"Can we please change the subject?" Janna whined, while she was hitting her head lightly on the wooden table.

Catherine patted her back "Don't worry sweetie, we won't tell a soul."

"Please!"

"Wanna bitch about the two bimbos that are sprawling on our deck like belugas on a freaking shore," I offered.

"Oh my god, yes!" Janna exclaimed.

"I'm all about not judging people but those two seriously need some neurones implant..." Catherine trailed.

"And please! What's with the white hair? I mean come on!" I added.

Janna nodded in agreement "And the fake tan? Why are they even tanning here, if they roll themselves in freaking carrots!?"

"And don't they know that dressing like a slut just shows that they ARE slut!" I said

"Acting like sluts doesn't help either for that!" Catherine complied.

"And did you meet Stacey's parents at the school meeting at the beginning of the year...

This list of things wrong with Miriam and Stacey went on for a while...

"And why the hell did Clark and Shawn have to bring them? Can't they survive one night without sex?" Janna exclaimed at one point.

"Apparently they can't" I told her.

"These two are such pigs! Worst duo ever!" Catherine said rolling her eyes.

"I think it's more like a trio if you don't forget Blake!" I snorted.

"Aww please Blake's not that bad" Catherine said, rolling her eyes.

"Have you met the guy?"

"As a matter of fact I have. Which Blake are you drawing your judgement upon?"

"The only one there is; the one who's a complete an utter asshole!" I answered laughing.

"You're wrong you know..." Catherine said with a small smile.

"What do you mean?" I asked frowning, but then I heard the dreadful high pitch voice.

"I was perfectly fine on the deck! Why do we have to go back to this freaking mud hole!?" I heard Stacey shriek.

"Dear god, save us..." I mumbled.

"Come on Stacey! We've been on the deck long enough; can't we just go see everyone?" Shawn pleaded, but he looked annoyed.

Ha ha!

"Why would we want to do that!?" Miriam cut in, her voice just as annoying and Clark, trailing behind, obviously didn't look like he was going to make effort to be nice.

"Hey girls!" Shawn called to us "Where are the guys?"

"They went to the sand pit with the dirt bikes!" Catherine yelled back.

"Let's leave right now..." Janna whispered to us and we both nodded and got up from the table.

"Are you going there?" Shawn asked when the four of them reached our level.

"Well, where were you guys planning to go?" I asked, because that would be the opposite direction.

"Well, I guess we could-"

Stacey cut him "Oh we're going to get something to hydrate! I'm keeping my skin as healthy as I can"

"No you're not with that tan..." I mumbled.

"Scuse me?"

"We're going to go for a walk alright..." Catherine whispered to me, but I just waved her off. I wasn't going to let that Stacey-one-brain-cell annoy me any longer.

Catherine and Janna left and Clark and Shawn did the same, actually running towards the trail to get to the sand pit.

I walked right in front of Stacey and stopped at four feet from her "I said "No you're not with that tan!" "

"Eeeeh like what's your problem, stupid?" she told me and then she was doing the glaring thing again, the one she had been doing for the last days.

"Oh but I don't have any problem... Why would I care if YOU got skin cancer... if that's what we can call that orange envelop of yours."

"Why are you being a bitch!?" Miriam suddenly exclaimed.

"I'm not! I'm just stating facts!" I answered smiling sweetly.

Like they were going to scare me. For all I cared this was my territory. I was with Alex and the guys when we found it in the first place! And there wasn't any room for skanks like them! And I was pissed... I mean with everything going on, with my stupid mom, with Blake being an ass all the time and annoying me, I had to let that anger out at someone and Stacey was the grand prize winner.

"And you know apart from the two pervs that brought you, no one wants you here!" I added.

"That's not true! Blake enjoys my company," Stacey said smugly.

Okay, I almost burst into hysterical laughing right there!

"Well good for you!" I managed to say, trying real hard to stay serious.

"And you know, I had sex with Blake," Stacey needed to add, obviously.

Hmmm? Why in god's name did she need to mention that?

"Before or after you started to cry?" I asked her, a little smirk forming on my lips.

"That was nothing alright! And anyway I'd already done it with Blake, alright, cause he likes it with me!"

Okay.... Like I cared! And like that was true! I remembered clearly the ride here and the "boring as a corpse" comment.

"Illusion will take you far in life sweetie" I told her and pat her shoulder, laughing.

Aww great!

I just touched her!

I'm going to need to wash my hands now...

Without even bothering to listen to her reply I walked towards the trail to the Creek.

I skipped lightly in the trail, happy with my snotty replies, all the way to the deck and then frowned when I saw someone sitting, alone.

What was he doing here? Wasn't he at the sand pit?

Blake turned his head when my feet made the deck move a little. At first there was some kind of deep feeling in his eyes, like sadness almost but it disappeared the same second and was replaced by his usual smirk.

"Can't stay away from me, can you?" Blake asked evilly.

"Get over yourself!" I answered snorting and then bend and washed my hands in the Creek.

"I-" Blake started to say but I cut him "already know that come back line so you can spare it!"

That made him laugh.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said while sitting beside him.

"It's a free country."

"What's the deal with Stacey? Cause seriously ever since that little incident at the library she's been scowling at me like I was some kind of pariah and now she found it trivial to announced me that she had sex with you!"

Blake laughed again. "How should I know how that stupid head of hers works? I don't know maybe all that bleach in her hair got to her brains..."

"You should know the answer because meaningless sex is your specialty! And you seem to understand well the mind of those bimbos!"

"I'm going to take that as a compliment..."

"You shouldn't, you use girl for your own pleasure!"

"Hey I'm as much as a victim than everyone else!"

"Ya right!"

"I mean it! Women just use me for my rugged good looks, hard tanned muscular body, and large penis. Sometimes I just cry myself to sleep, craving for a hug in the morning. You know, I just want to be loved."

"Want me to cry a bit for you?" I said, rolling my eyes.

"I just wanted to point out the fact I'm a human with feelings too you know!" Blake said with an amused voice.

"No, you're a jerk filled with hormones."

"Ouch!" Blake snorted, but laughed.

I turned my head away from him and then looked at the Creek, the way the water moved with the wind, and wrapped my arms around my knees, breathing deeply.

Last time I was here, my parents were still together...

"What's bothering you?" Blake suddenly said.

"Hmmm?"

"Something's obviously bothering you..."

"It's just... it's my mom... I saw her this morning..."

"Want to talk about it?"

"What is there to say? You know... all I want is to be past it..." I whispered, looking at the blue sky, and the sun.

"You don't move past things like that Pumpkin... It just... becomes a part of who you are..." Blake whispered back.

We were both silent for a while.

"You know that offer to break her boyfriends legs... might take you up on that..." I suddenly said to light up the mood.

"But the agreement stops with vinyls Pumpkin!" Blake answered, smirking.

"Tell you what! I'll give you a lap dance as a payment."

Blake broke into an almost hysterical laugh.

"What?"

"Oh well you know I might sound stupid sometimes but let's just say I'm pretty positive that the day you'll give me a lap dance is... not going to come around soon..."

"Wow, you're actually learning!"

"Thanks! Speaking of which, tomorrow when we come back you'll have to take me to the library!"

"Why? Can't drive yourself on your own?"

"First, I have no clue where it is, and second I'm going to need your help"

"What for?"

"The history teacher said he would boost my grade if I write him a paper on some historic event..."

"What are you doing it about?"

"World War II"

"Why?"

"I don't know... A lot of important things happened in those years... A lot of history..."

"It was basically a slaughtering!"

"It's interesting..."

"That's just sick you know that!"

"You're the one to talk Pumpkin! I'm pretty positive you read a ton of stories that were set during World War II"

"Even if that's true, I'm not the one doing a paper on it!"

"You just like to be mean to me, that's all!" Blake laughed.

I punched him on the shoulder, but in a way he was right, I had read a ton of books in that time line, one of my favourites was even set during these events...

Maybe I was being mean to Blake. Maybe I did judge too fast...