MICHAEL Okay, this isn't good. I shouldn't have dragged Jacob out of the bar like that and made everyone suspicious. But I did, and now it's too late to take it back. I wish I could turn back time did things differently. "What the hell, Michael? What was that back there? Who asked you to act like Jacob's dad?" Melody sounded annoyed. "Yeah, Mike. You aren't my dad. I don't have a curfew and I was having a great time talking to Jeremy back there." Jacob smirked. Bastard. I could tell he was satisfied with my jealous reaction. He knew it would bother me, so he purposely flirted with Jeremy. He wanted to get a rise out of me. But why? "Sorry for being a party pooper, but we are here to support dad and not to have a one-night stand, okay?" I said, purposely making my voice sound like I was very disappointed in him. It seemed to work as his face turned dark. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you or your fa

ALISONIdiots.The both of them, because they think I couldn't see them sneaking around in the car. We were on our way home, and of course, Michael had to sit next to Jacob. He mumbled some excuse, but I didn't really care to listen because I already knew the real reason.He couldn't wait to stay close to Jacob while he drove and hold his hands when he thought I wasn't looking. Bunch of lovesick assholes.Sure. Go ahead. Have fun while you can until I kick both of your asses for the ultimate betrayal.I giggled with my eyes closed as I thought of all the ways I could make them miserable."Ali must be dreaming again." I heard Jacob say, and Michael agreed with him. They think I was sleeping for real. What a bunch of morons!After five more long hours, we were finally home. Jacob dropped off Michael at his dorm first, so we were alone in the car. I came out of the back seat and walked over to the front passenger seat since

ALISONOf course, I would not pee while my brother was hiding in the bathtub.Gross!I knew they were in there because I saw them sneaking around earlier. They think they are so clever, but I had spies all over, watching their every move.Just kidding, I only asked one girl to keep an eye on them, and she did a pretty good job telling me where they were.I wanted to use the peeing as an excuse to lure Michael out of the bathroom. And I hate to admit, Nolan actually made it easier too by bursting in with his annoying self.I wanted to see if Jacob would come out and say something and finally come clean, but he hung in there, not making a single peep. That bastard would do anything to keep this a secret, huh.Well, too bad. I'm way more persistent.I looked in the mirror and took my sweet time before leaving the bathroom. I checked my makeup and refreshed my lipstick. Then after five minutes had passed, I left the bathroom.

MICHAEL"Hey, you can't kick my ass at my birthday party! It's my party and I get to do what I want. Alison was even nice enough to dance with me. She liked it too. As a matter of fact, she wants to keep dancing with me while you guys go on another beer run."Nolan had a wicked gleam in his eyes as he offered me up on a plate to go get more beer with Jacob---after Ali had nearly caught us together! What was he thinking?Nevermind.From the glazed look in his eyes, I doubted Nolan was thinking anything through too clearly. Who knew if we even needed more beer? He probably just wanted a chance to drive Alison a little more crazy.If I didn't know better, I'd think he was trying to make a move on her, but that was ridiculous.Nolan was my best friend. He wouldn't make a move on my girlfriend even if he did know I wasn't into her anymore---since I was into her brother.Oh God.I realized Nolan was doing his drunken best to get me a chance to score with Jacob. I wanted to tell him it was t

JACOB "You can't ask me to do shit like that, Mike!" I exploded at him, twisting in the driver's seat to make sure he was looking right at me to take in every word coming out of my mouth. I realized he deserved some kind of explanation and tried to go for the simplest, saying, "Holding hands isn't the same as messing around. It means something different to me." Mike gave me an innocent look as he asked, "How does holding hands mean different things? I'm pretty sure everyone who holds hands in public means the same thing." "And what do you think they mean, Mike? What do you think two guys who hold each other's hand in public are meaning to say?" I countered. Michael blew out a breath like I was the one driving him nuts. Like I was the one who was acting crazy! He was completely going off-script! "Well?" I snapped, beyond annoyed with him. "Well, they mean they're together and they don't care who sees, Jacob. I get what they mean! Why do you think I don't?" His jaw was tight as h