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“You’re going down, girlfriend!” he yelled at me, as I swam off.

‘If he touches you, tell me, and I’ll be there in a minute.’Zane’s voice flittered through my mind.

‘What do you care?’

‘It’s not easy watching you swim around half naked, looking like sex on a stick, with my best friend.’Zane’s voice had rage in it as it flashed across my mind.

I looked across the waves at my mate; standing at the edge of the water glaring at us. Taylor was too busy splashing me to notice.

Chapter Twelve

ZANE

If you were wondering what was on my thoughts, well there is the answer - Zane.

Whom was sitting in the backseat, joking with Ebony, the bitch from hell. Ebony was wrapped under Zane’s arm, which no I didn’t hate, I despised.

Taylor was driving and humming to the radio, off tune mind you. I had the amazing pleasure of sitting in the front also.

There were three seats in the back, so could someone bloody tell me why the hell she had to sit in the middle and be under his arm? Really, am I the only one with this question.

By the time we reached the cabin I wasn’t in a bad mood, I was in a foul one, and Taylor had clearly picked up on it because not once did he try and pick on me.

Five long hours in the car with three dipsticks would wear anyone’s temper thin.

Blake had made it his mission to keep sending me taunting messages which I suppose only made this whole thing worse.

Zane, Ebony, and Taylor were all friends. Until a short time ago, I was an invisible blob to them.

“Allie, you planning on getting off that phone, or are you just going to keep ignoring me?” Taylor grunted.

I glanced up from my phone, after reading yet another message from Blake. Taylor was at the back of the car unloading the bags. Ebony and Zane were nowhere in sight, which left Taylor no choice but to look to me for help.

“Um, sorry.” I slipped my phone in my jeans pocket and helped him unload the car.

I shifted two bags on my shoulders and dragged a suitcase behind me, following Taylor up to the cabin.

A big wooden old cabin, hidden in the hills; excluded for obvious reasons.

“So, there are only two rooms.” Ebony bounced down the stairs, Zane following. They had already been inside.

“Well, girls in one and boys in the other.” Taylor dropped the bags he was carrying on the porch.

“I don’t think so,” I snapped. No way was I sharing a room with little miss evil. She would kill me, or I would kill her.

“I agree with her.” Ebony crossed her arms and, for the first time today, acknowledged I existed.

“Well, I’m not sleeping on the couch.” Taylor shook his head. “No way. Not happening.”

“I’ll share with Zane.” Ebony smiled and flashed him a wink.

Oh. Fuck. No.

“Not happening.” I dropped the bag off my shoulder, which I was sure was hers, on the porch. “You can sleep with Taylor. I’m sharing a room with Zane.”

“Why would you want to share a room with Zane?” Ebony’s eyebrows rose, with way too much interest.

“Because I can’t trust Taylor to not feel me up and Zane on the other hand, hates me.” I shrugged my shoulders, downplaying it like the world’s best actress.

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