Kit rolled her eyes. "You are not going out to party. We're going home," she said sternly.

I let out a sigh. "Why not?" I regretted how snotty I sounded, but I was too furious at Garrett to apologize.

"You're obviously pissed off and in no condition to go out, 'cause I know you, and I know you'd get trashed. Then I'd have to deal with it, and frankly, I'm just not in the fucking mood! So if you're going to continue with your pissy ass 'you ruined my life boo-hoo' mood, you can get a ride with Garrett or you can hitchhike home! I don't care."

My jaw dropped. I was shocked, never in my life had I heard Kit yell at anyone, let alone me.

"Uh, I-"

"Oh, you look so shocked that someone would actually yell at poor little Lily! 'Aw, my live is a disaster, waa.' Well you know what? My parents are getting fucking divorced and both of them are trying to make me pick sides! So I'm sorry if I don't wanna listen to your romantic life drama and how it's never your fault and how your just so innocent and you miss Kyle. If you miss Kyle, do something about it! Don't just sit there and whine and take it out on everyone!"

I could feel the eyes of everyone in the theater parking lot on me. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say something, anything, but I didn't want to send her off on another rant. I looked to my right and saw Garrett and Mark standing next to their cars. I couldn't read Garrett's expression very well, but it almost looked like he was glad Kit just chewed my head off in front of everyone. Mark looked horrified. I guess he now knew not to agitate Kit. And then I looked at Kit. She was leaning against the bumper of her car, her arms crossed. She raised an eyebrow at me, like she was waiting for a reaction. I could see the tears that welled up in her eyes. I then realized how big of a bitch I was being and had always been. I had amazing friends that put up with my shit and didn't ask for much in return. But here I was whining about my life, but I hadn't even asked about Kit's parents or how her life was. I just gossiped on and on about Scarlett and how big of a bitch she was, but in reality I was the hypocritical person.

"Well, uh, I'm sure nothing I say will make it better," I started, nervously fidgeting my fingers. "Just saying sorry seems so cliché, but I am sorry. I could come up with a million excuses for my attitude, but there is not excuse for acting like the way I have been."

She gave me an apologetic smile. "And I'm sorry for blowing up, it's just that you didn't realize how you were acting, and I was afraid it was just going to get worse. I'm just really stressed, that's all."

"You're right, I didn't notice," I shrugged. "I guess I've just been a little hormonal lately."

"It can't be your period," she said with a wink. "'Cause you've been hormonal for waaaay longer than a week."

"Awkward!" called Garrett as he approached us.

"Garrett--" I began.

He held up his hand. "Don't worry about it. I'm plenty guilty of being an ass myself. I'm sorry for getting involved, even after you specifically told me not to."

"It was cute, Mr. Garrett Protector!" gushed Kit.

Mark interrupted. "Between this and the movie, I'm about all girled out. Let's just call it good, kay?"

"Okay," we all said in unison.

"Okay guys, you know what this means!" I said in my girliest voice.

"Group hug!" squealed Kit.

Both Mark and Garrett groaned.

"Fine, fine, we won't have a group hug," I said sarcastically.

We all stood awkwardly in a circle for a few seconds before Garrett spoke up."So are you spending the night at Kit's?" he asked.

"I think I'll just go back to the house, if that's okay with you Kit. I don't have any clothes with me."

"It's fine. We'll hang out later this week, kay?"

I nodded. "See ya."

We all walked our separate ways--Mark to his car, Garrett and I to his, and Kit got in her car and speed off. She always liked to speed when she was stressed. I knew that even though I apologized, I was going to have to actually prove I was. She wasn't the type of person who forgave easily.

"This has been a rather eventful night," said Garrett trying to erase the awkward silence.

"Yeah, it has. I wonder what happened to Scarlett's mystery man. Actually, I wonder who is Scarlett's mystery man."

Garrett glanced down at his hand. "All I know is his face almost broke my hand. It's already swelling up."

I winced at the sight of his hand. It was already turning colors. "Do you need to go to the emergency room?"

"Nah," said Garrett as he opened the passenger door for me. "If it gets too bad, I'll go in the morning."

I gave Garrett a concerned look as he got in the truck. "We could go tonight, or you could go in the morning and explain how you got in a fight at the movies to your mom."

His lips formed a thin line. "I guess we can go."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "I feel bad that you did this for me. I'm sorry."

He looked into my eyes and I felt a shiver go down my spine. Without saying a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I knew I should've pulled away, but I just couldn't. It seemed natural and it took me back to the times when I didn't have drama and the world seemed perfect. I tousled Garrett's hair as he ran his fingers down my back and I nibbled on his bottom lip as he tried to take my shirt off. As I fiddled with his jean buttons, Kyle's face popped in my head and instantly I stopped.

"What's the matter?" Garrett asked concerningly.

I grabbed my shirt and hastly put it back on.

"I...I still love him," I whimpered. "I can't."

Garrett gave me a blank stare. "I shouldn't of kissed you. I apologize."

"No," I said quietly. "I could of pulled away. God I'm pathetic."

Garrett put his arm around me. "You are not pathetic."

I looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I do care for you, don't ever forget that. I'm just in love with Kyle."

"Then why aren't you with him?"

I kissed Garrett on the cheek and gave him a big cheesy smile.

He rolled his eyes playfully as he started the truck. "Okay, okay, I'll do it. But only because you have a pretty face."

I sighed. "What would I ever do if I didn't have this wonderful face?"

--

"You're gonna turn right here," I said as I pointed to the street.

"And you're positive about this, right?"

"Yes, Garrett. Just go up a little bit farther. Last house on the corner."

Garrett pulled into the driveway just as it was starting to rain. "Call me if you need me."

I jumped out of the truck and ran up to the door, already shivering from the cold rain.

I rang the door bell and stood on the porch anxiously.

Once he opened the door, I put my hand around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. I stumbled into the doorway as he closed the door.

"Kyle," I said in between kisses, "God, I've missed you."

He put his hands on my hips as he guided me to the couch.

I gently pushed him down and sat on his lap.

"Lily, you have no idea."

Kyle ran his hands through my wet hair as he pulled away from my lips. He smiled at me and ran his fingers over my cheek.

"Let's get you in some dry clothes first."

Kyle got up from the couch and walked into his room. I quickly went in behind him and cleared my throat as he was opening his closet.

"I don't think I'll be needing any clothes..."

You're gonna go read my new story Sixteen Forever, right? Because I've gotten a whole 2 reviews. :)

A/N: It may not be the longest chapter ever, but I felt it was a good place to cut off. But surely the events in this chapter make up for it. You know the drill, review and enjoy! Have a good weekend.