Today was the last day of classes before Thanksgiving break and I couldn't be more thrilled. I'd been waiting for this day, not for Thanksgiving exactly though it was a bonus, but just to be able to get away from classes for a few days.

When my last class ended, I skipped, literally, all the way back to my dorm room, making sure to add in a few spins here and there for added effect. Of course, I had to ignore the few odd looks I got.

"What are you so excited about?" Lana asked as I skipped through our door.

"it's break time!"

"I know!" she said as she shoved a pair of jeans into her bag.

I grabbed my bag and started packing, too. We had planned on staying on campus during Thanksgiving break, but then Tyler invited us to his grandparents cabin, and we thought "why not?" It sure beat staying cooped up in the dorm room while campus became nothing short of a ghost town.

We were leaving around noon after having a quick lunch with Grayson and Derek.

If you thought being stuck in a car with Grayson and Derek for an hour would be bad, you're wrong. It's awful. The whole car ride they sang at the top of their lungs, and it didn't matter what song it was. Even the songs by female artists were sung loud, and they attempted to hit every high note. Not too mention you could feel the car shake as they danced around.

Lana and I had to scream over the music and them just to talk.

When we pulled up to Tyler's grandparents cabin I almost kissed the ground when I got out of the car.

When they said it was out in the middle of nowhere they weren't kidding. We had to have at least drove thirty minutes off the main highway on a dirt road. It was placed in the middle of a huge open area but trees surrounded on all sides.

The cabin was nothing I imagined. I expected it to be small but it was two story and had to at least be three thousand square feet in size. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, with the car Tyler drives, his family has to have money.

The interior was a natural wood from floor to ceiling and the kitchen was a dark stained wood. It, honestly, looked like the forest threw up and somehow this cabin was built, but it was beautiful. It seemed like the only thing, besides the windows, that wasn't wood was the brick fireplace in the living room.

The four of us stood in the entry way as Tyler came out of the kitchen with Stacie on his tail. She and I made eye contact and she looked embarrassed. "Hey, guys," he said.

We all said hey before dropping our bags near the door and walking into the living room.

Stacie came up to me. "Ellie, I just wanted to apologize." Her eyes were at the floor. "I never should have said what I did to you."

'It's fine," I told her.

She looked up at me. "No, it's not. I was awful to you." Then she leaned in whispering so no one else could hear, "how many times did you two have sex?"

My eyes widened. "Oh, um."

"I don't mean to make this weird, it's just he said three times and I want to make sure he's not lying to me," she whispered, again.

"Three? It was only twice."

Her composure turned to almost rage. "Twice?" Her voice raised and from the corner of my eye I could see everyone's attention was on us.

"No?" I said but it sounded like I was questioning it because the look on her face made me nervous as to what to say.

She spun around on her heels right in Tyler's direction. "Twice, Tyler? You said it was only once!"

I stood there unsure of what to even do, and then looked over to Lana, Derek, and Grayson on the couch who all looked confused but shocked at the same time. Then I turned back, staring Stacie in the back of the head. "Well played, bitch," I muttered.

"Why did you say it was only once if it was twice, Tyler?" she yelled at him, and he just stood there looking like he wanted to dig a hole, crawl into it, and cover himself up giving the dirt a nice pat on the top because even that would be better than the position he's in now. "Why did you lie? Was she better than me?"

"Don't answer that!" Derek yelled.

"What kind of question is that?" Tyler asked her.

"Was it really only twice?" she asked him taking a step closer to him.

"That we had sex? Yes!"

"What do you mean, that we had sex?" she mocked him. "Did you two do something else?"

"What," he breathed.

I walked over to the couch and squished myself in between Lana and Grayson and tapped my fingers on my thigh trying not to look around and bring attention to myself.

"Ellie," she said.

"Oh hell no. I'm out of this," I told her not even turning around.

"Ellie, please," she begged.

My mind was racing with what to do. Does this fall under the girl code? Am I supposed to tell her the truth? I barely knew her and we weren't friends, so does girl code apply to her?

"Look," I began as I turned in the tight space, my ass shoving into Grayson's thigh and my knee hitting into Lana's hip causing her to yelp. "It didn't even mean anything, okay? Just chill."

"Chill?" she questioned, eyebrows raised.

"Yes. He, obviously, still has feelings for you or you wouldn't be here, and he had feelings for you then, too. So just stop yelling."

"You've had feelings for me this whole time?" she asked him and I rolled my eyes.

See what I mean about my life just being one eye roll after another? I mean, is that really all it took for her to be happy and forgive him?

He must have nodded his head or something because all of a sudden a high pitched squeal filled the room and then she yelled, "I love you." I was scared for a minute thinking my eardrums might burst.

Derek slapped his hands against his legs and stood up. "Alright, now that that's all settled. There's only three rooms so who gets which room?"

"Three?" I looked beside me at Lana who didn't even want to make eye contact with me. "You told me there was four rooms."

She smiled innocently at me. "Did I?" But the look on my face caused her smile to fall. "I knew if I told you there was only three you wouldn't come."

I felt a pat on my leg and looked down at Grayson's hand placed on my thigh, then looked up at him and he said, "looks like we're roomies."

We brought our bags up to the room at the farthest end of the hallway. I tossed my bags onto the floor and threw myself onto the bed bouncing once before falling still.

"I hope you don't mind sleeping on the floor," he said.

I lifted my head a little to look at him. He had this cheeky grin. "Yeah, not happening."

He walked to the side of the bed staring down at me. "Well, I hope you don't expect me to sleep on the floor." He placed his hands on his hips. "And, honestly, I don't know if I trust sleeping in the same bed with you. You might get handsy."

"Oh, please." I threw my head back down.

I felt the bed shift as he sat down. "Look, I know you don't like me that much, but I think we can get along long enough to get through this trip, right?"

I turned my head to him. "Who said I don't like you?"

He shrugged. "Just the way you act sometimes."

"Are you referring to some of the things I say to you? Because if I didn't like you I wouldn't waste my breath on you." I faced the ceiling, again.

"Not the things you say." He laughed, and then it grew quiet for a bit before he said, "if I told you your little snide remarks turn me on a little would you stop?"

"Probably."

"Oh. Okay, then."

My head shot towards him and my brows raised.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing."

We spent most of the night talking or playing board games with food spread out everywhere. It started snowing around eight that night. Tyler had started a fire to warm up the place even though the cabin had heating, but you can't stay in a cabin without having a fire crackling in the room.

Around one in the morning we all headed upstairs to get ready for bed, but Lana stopped me out in the hall. "I'm sorry for not telling you," she said and frowned. "I feel like you hate me. We never lie to each other."

It felt like a knife stabbed me right under the heart. You know, just enough to make you feel pain but not kill you. "It's okay," I told her and hoped she couldn't sense my body tense.

"Good." She smiled. "I love you, El!" She wrapped my in a hug.

"I love you, too."

I watched her walk a few feet and slip into her room, before walking into mine.

How could I be mad at her for lying about something so trivial? Especially when I've been lying to her for months, now.

"Hey, roomie!" Grayson walked out of the bathroom in nothing but boxers. His hair was a damp mess like he ran a towel quickly over it and there were still water droplets on his tan skin. "Like what you see?"

I pulled my eyes away from his toned body and to his smirking lips. "Yeah." I shrugged, and his smirk disappeared and he looked stunned like he wasn't expecting me to say that.

I grabbed some shorts and a hoodie from my bag before slipping into the bathroom and changing. When I stepped back into the room he was already laying in bed.

"What's the pillow for?" I questioned pointing to the pillow on his right.

He patted the pillow. "To keep some space between us. Make sure we don't get crazy." He wiggled his brows.

I laughed and crawled into bed laying down and pulling the sheets just under my chin facing away from him. "Nothing to worry about there, sweetie."