I was surprised that Bailey hadn't asked where we were headed, she just sat quietly staring out the window probably because of the death glares coming from both Angel and Trish. Dara kept my attention most of the way so it didn't bug me to much that she wasn't talking especially since what ever came out was rude and bitchy.

But I was glad she hadn't asked because I kind of wanted to keep it a secret especially after watching the surf scene behind the barn. For some reason I wanted to see a smile grace those plump wet lips instead of a constant frown. Terrence pulled into a little mini mart about an hour away from the beach, getting out stretching our limbs to get the kinks out.

"Hey guys if she asks where we're going, can you like not tell her I want it to be a surprise?" I asked quietly earning a few questioning glares and one angry one, Trish's expression said she'd love to tell just to ruin it for the girl. But they all ended up nodding and walking off.

"Bailey?" I shook her awake once everyone was gone. Terrence, Trish and Dara went inside to buy the burgers and hot dogs and what not for the barbeque while Angel and Tammy ran to the bathroom

The second van, holding the rest of the team and their respective boyfriends and girlfriends came up as Bailey groaned to life looking around, "Where are we?"

"Bathroom break," I smiled watching the others pile into the store with smiles and excitment.

Ursula ran a hand through her choppy black hair with white tips, eccentric was her name. Clothes, music and movies to even her emo boyfriend Jon who earned a smack upside the head for whatever he said as the two headed inside the store.

Jane with her long straight brown hair leaned against the second van as her boyfriend Conner leaned in placing a soft kiss on her lips than whispering something in her ear earning a blush, the two of them were you average popular american teens. Conner, captain of the football team, was tall and loved tall women which Jane was about three inches shorter than him.

Michelle and Lisa, the last two members of the hockey team climbed out of the van, clasping hands and heading for the bathroom, no doubt for a quickie seeing as the two were together and both had high libidos. Michelle was more what you would of thought as a cheerleader while L isa screamed butch but with long wavy strawberry blonde hair.

Bailey cleared her throat dragging my attention back to our van, her face was mere inches from mine allowing me to feel her hot breath on my flesh, "You mind moving," she sneered causing her bottom lip to protude in a sort of pout.

If she kept doing that, using her full lips in such mannors, there is no question of if but when will I kiss her. Shaking my head I stepped back allowing her to move out of the van, she quickly made her way toward the bathroom to probably stand in line.

"Just go fuck her," Terrence came to stand beside me, always the blunt one.

"Shut up," I hissed but the images in my head at his words caused a blush to rise, "I don't want to do that."

He smirked lighting up a cigerette, placing the cancer stick between his lips taking a long puff as we both leaned against the van and watched all our friends before letting the smoke travel out and into the sky, "You so do."

"Where is our stuff?" I asked trying to divert the attention off me.

He shrugged before blowing my smoke out, "The girls' are loading it in the back,"

Twisting around I saw them piling a lot of bags into the back, a team that plays hard together pigs out like fat people on a binge together.

"Oh,"

"Can we go now," Angel sighed wanting to get to the beach even though its cold out and you can't swim, she once told me that she just likes to sit on the sand and watch the waves and make out with her Terrence.

We all piled back in, the same seating order only this time Bailey was awake and her thigh kept brushing against mine as she stared out the window. Music blared so loud you'd think the van was filled with a bunch of half deaf kids, no one paying attention to anything except Terrence and the road. Heads bobbed as words flew from everyone's mouth even Bailey's, she wasn't very good but definitly not bad enough to make my ears bleed.

An hour flew by as we sang, snacked and talked, finally Terrence pulled into a parking space. Bailey had been to preoccupied listening or singing to actually look where we are so as she piled out with the rest of us, the surprise was worth it to see her eyes light up.

"There's a beach here?" she squealed as her blue eyes danced along the waves, sand and the few people either lounging on the soft sand or hitting the water with surf boards.

"A few hours away from town but yes there is a beach," I smiled at her but she still hadn't looked away.

Suddenly she took off toward the ocean, her shoes somehow getting untied and knocked off, she than reached down and took her socks off. She fell at least three times during this and had all of us laughing as we watched.

"Come on lets get things set up," Angel smirked finally letting go of the grudge she had against Bailey.

The rest of us gather the barbeque, food and coolers while the rest grabbed the boom box, cd's and beach toys.

"Hey baby what should be put on first?" Trish asked Dara bounding up to her with a selection of two cd's.

"That one,"

"Good choice," she smirked kissing her girl than skipping, yes skipping, through the sand over to the battery powered boom box.

Jon wondered over to stand on my right, pushing back the beanie on his head to stare at the sky, "Seems your blonde is in trouble,"

Cocking my head in confusion he nodded toward the water, glancing over I saw Bailey talking with the surfers, all of them seemed tense.

"Guys," I called out to my friends who glanced over too and now the whole hockey team made our way over, "...and she's not mine," I screamed back to Jon who shrugged his shoulders and went to talk to the boyfriends and girlfriends left by our stuff.

Bailey didn't look to upset in her body language but the closer we got I could see the doubt in her face.