"… and then—"

I cut her off. "As much as I love you, I'd really rather not know about my best friend's love affairs. Stop telling me. I actually want to keep my lunch in my stomach."

"But I can only say things like this to you, Lei."

"Then, I'll just say this. Jenn, are you happy?" A fierce nod. "That's all I need to know."

I got up, yawning. "Where you going?"

"Somewhere where I won't be bothered by love-sick pests," I said, eyes closed, blindly making my way to Lemmy's room. He's probably in Terry's room anyway. I could crash in there in peace. Plus, he has a computer in there. I could do a background check on a certain best friend's new boyfriend.

Click. Click.

There.

Nathan Alexxis Elliot. Seventeen. Goes to Sandy Haven High. ASB president. Known for his friendliness. Black hair, gray eyes. No prison record.

That doesn't mean he can't be dangerous. I still had to give him the Talk, but after…

I yawned.

after I sleep for twenty, thirty minutes tops. My eyes slid closed.

Then, I shot up. This is no time to be lazy!

Grumbling and muttering under my breath the entire time, I got up and walked out of the house, one foot after another heavy foot, off to find Nathan Alexxis Elliot. I could take out my lack-of-sleep-induced grumpiness on him.

Elliot was walking down the street. Good. I don't have to walk all the way to his house. I grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him off to a more secluded area. Can't have Jenn interrupting and beating the stuffing out of me for nosing in her business.

"What―"

"Nathan Alexxis Elliot―" His eyes widened.

"How―"

"I have my sources."

"Do I know you from―"

"No."

"Then, why―"

"You know Jennilyn Le." He still looked confused.

"What does that have―"

I pulled him closer, looking straight into his eyes. "You hurt her and no one will ever find your body."

He smiled. Okay… I was kind of looking for fear, but… I guessed this works. "Then, I don't have to worry because I won't. I love her."

I looked at him dubiously, one eyebrow raised. "You guys met like two months ago."

"I knew the moment I saw her." His eyes had a far away look, his mind lost in some distant memory. "It cemented after we'd talked."

"That supposed to make me believe you?"

"It's great as long as Jenn does. But it'll be nice if her friend does, too."

He seems like he's telling the truth. My respect went up when he didn't let me intimidate him unlike Jenn's pathetic past boyfriends. I'll let him go for now. My hands opened, releasing him.

"You seem okay. Well, I'm off."

"Thanks for showing me that Jenn has such loyal friends. You do know that I'm mentioning this to Jenn, right?"

I paled. Oh, shit. I wanted to be able to sleep comfortably. If Jenn was going to kill me, I'm bringing him down with me. "I'll retaliate."

He put up his hands. "Truce."

"That's not going to be easy. I lost a lot of sleep because of you."

"You spent your nights―"

"I take naps during the day. I couldn't sleep because someone keeps gushing about her boyfriend." He smiled. Oh, great. Now, I made him happy. "Repay me with five boxes of chocolate."

He looked indignant. "Why would I do that instead of giving it to Jenn?"

"I was being generous. You can give me a box for each day she used me as a sounding board for the barf inducing details of every single thing you guys did together instead of five."

"How many days?"

"Seventy-three."

He looked euphoric. "Every day since we met."

I almost gagged. I was surrounded by love-struck couples. My brother, Lemmy, and Terry. Cassie and Glenn. Sofia and Aimee. And now, Jenn was dating Elliot. Ughh.

Oh, well. I yawned and stretched my arms over my head. I'm going to sleep. Opening my eyes, I looked towards home. It was so far. Lifting one foot after another, I figured Elliot was too busy to care whether I was here or not.

I yawned, slowly walking home. I opened my eyes in time to stop before Max could slam against me. He grabbed my shoulders.

"Lei! I love―"

I shoved my hand against his mouth. I didn't want a love-sick fool chasing after me. Was it so hard to ask for some peace and quiet? I wanted to sleep sometime. "No! No more love confessions! You're my friend and you're going to stay that way!"

Max gave me a strange look. He took my hand off. "What're you talking about? I was just going to tell you about the great orange chicken I bought," he said, holding up a take-out box.

Oh.

That's a relief.

"Oh, good. I thought you were going to confess your undying love for me."

"Why would you think that?"

"Dude, have you seen the house lately? It's crawling with couples."

"That's why you should come with me when I go out." Why the hell didn't I think of this sooner?

We were lazing on the couch, eating take-out, when Sam strolled into the living room. I was half-asleep, eyes closed, placing bits of food in my mouth whenever I felt like it. The morsel of chicken was snatched from my hand. I lifted an eyelid, mumbling sleepily, "Get your own."

"Lei―" I rolled, burying my face into the couch. A hand on my shoulder turned me around.

"Go away, annoying human," I muttered crankily. Max snickered somewhere in the background.

"Lei." I sighed. He won't leave until he got whatever he wanted.

"What."

"I love you." I punched him. That's it! I'm moving out until everything calms down. Jumping to my feet, I stomped out of the house.

I was dreaming about chocolate when I felt the blanket being pulled off of me. Cracking open an eye, I spotted the blanket and yanked it back, burrowing into the warm softness of the bed.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"

"Sleeping." I snuggled against the pillow.

"I can see that."

"Then, why did you ask?" Dan snatched the blanket back. Oh, well. I can sleep without it.

"Get out of my bed. And my house."

"Your place is quiet unlike mine."

"Do I look like I care? Scram, Leila."

I snapped. No one, no one, could call me that. "Even if Gabriel is one of the sweetest people I have ever met, I'm telling your boyfriend what happened two years ago." I opened an eye. Dan blanched.

"You can stay."

"That's what I thought."

"But get off my bed."

"I get the bed. You sleep on the sofa. Or else…" He grudgingly agreed.

He left.

Finally.

I closed my eyes, already drifting off.