Sheena opened her eyes and looked at her clock, it read ten thirty, she was hung over. Her head was aching, her mouth was dry, and her eyes were bloodshot. Sheena had been up late Saturday night with Stephanie and Katelyn. They had been drinking heavily and had met some guys from out of town, she could remember making out with one of them but couldn't remember anything beyond. But she was sure it had gone farther. Katelyn had stayed over and was sleeping in her bed next to her. Sheena rolled over and reached for her cell phone to check if Caleb had gotten back to her after the message she left him the night before. There was nothing, frustrated she threw the phone on the floor, it bounced across the carpet and hit the wall. She thought for sure that he would have at least gotten back to her. She had called the coach and talked to him; she told him everything about Isaiah she could without telling him about Caleb. Sheena was determined to get back at Isaiah for taking Caleb from her. She was sure that once they talked Caleb would come back to her anyway, but he needed to be taught a lesson. Sheena sat up and looked at Katelyn who was still fast asleep. She nudged Katelyn to try and wake her up. She had drunk far more than Sheena but often didn't get hung over. Sheena pushed on her again.

"Katelyn, get up," said Sheena, "I don't feel like sleeping the day away." Katelyn rolled over and looked at Sheena.

"Yes, you'd much rather be up and nursing your headache and upset stomach all day right." The sarcasm was prominent in Katelyn's voice as she sat up and stared at Sheena. Her hair was a mess flattened on one side seemingly sticking to her head. Katelyn perked her eyebrow up at Sheena. "Why are we getting up already?" Sheena crawled out of bed still wearing the same clothing from the night before. Katelyn watched as she walked over and picked up her phone. "I take it he didn't return your call?"

"No." Sheena looked at Katelyn and dropped her arms to her side. "I just don't see why he left me." Sheena held her phone up and looked at the screen again staring at it.

"You don't?" asked Katelyn sounding surprised. Sheena looked at her with a glare in her eye. "Um, yeah he's such an idiot." Katelyn felt the same way most people did about Sheena and Caleb's relationship. She would watch Sheena be nice to Caleb when she wanted something and then turn her anger on him the second, he did something she didn't want him to do. "Don't worry Sheena, I'm sure he'll come around soon enough." Katelyn stood up from the bed, she too, was wearing her clothing from the night before. "So, what did you wanna do today anyway?" she asked staring at Sheena still looking at the phone.

"Well, I'm not sure but at some point today I think I should tell the guys about Isaiah," she said.

"Oh yeah, I still can't believe that."

"Why not?" asked Sheena irritated, "I'm pretty sure the others already know anyway. I'll just be confirming their suspicions."

"I hope that this isn't something you're just saying, Sheena. That is something that could damage someone's rep if it's not true. And if it is true then Isaiah is probably going to have to leave the football team, if not the school. Jonathan and the other idiots are going to make his life hell," explained Katelyn, "I hope you know what you're going to do to him if you do tell them." Sheena looked at Katelyn for a second her words were reaching her; she didn't want to hurt him if Caleb came back to her, she would just drop the entire thing.

"Let's go eat."

Casey had been trying to get a hold of Isaiah since Saturday afternoon, but he hadn't responded to her text messages, emails or her phone calls. She had concluded that he had either not been allowed to call her because of staying out at the party or he was avoiding her. She had decided to give up for the time being she sat in her room and looked around trying to decide what she was going to do with her time. It was only noon, and it was Sunday, Strathecona didn't have much in the line of Sunday activities. Her phone beeped three times telling her that she had a text message. She quickly picked up the phone and looked at it expecting to see Isaiah's name flashing on the screen. It was Jonathan. What are you doing? He had asked her in his usual straight-to-the-point fashion. Casey began to type in her response hitting the numbers on the phone that represented the letters she was looking for. Nothing yet, what are you up to? She responded. Casey hit send and watched the sending bar complete telling her that it was sent off. She waited a few minutes for his response when her phone beeped again. I'm at Chris's, we're going to watch a game at one. Casey looked at the message and was starting to wonder what the point of his messaging her was, it wasn't really like him to just look for conversation. That's cool, is that all you wanted to tell me? Casey sent the message back to him, she thought about it again and realized what he was probably looking for. Wanna go for a drive I have a few minutes. Casey let out a sigh almost mad at herself for her impending reply, but she wanted to just as much as he did. Casey began typing back her reply. Sure, where do you wanna go? Casey sat smiling about what was about to happen. Doesn't matter. Talk about it when I get there. See you soon. Be right there. Casey had already showered so there wasn't much for her to do to get ready. She stood up and headed outside to wait on her step, there was a spring breeze blowing the cool morning had turned into a warm day. Chris lived on the other side of the town, so Jonathan wouldn't be there for a few minutes at least. Casey looked around at the day. The early morning had been rather cold. The only reason she knew was that she had gotten up to take her Labrador retriever, Charlie, out to go pee. Now the weather had shifted to a nicer day, the sun was high and the breeze was warm. Casey didn't realize how much time had passed and Jonathan pulled into the yard in his red beat-up station wagon. Casey walked down the step and over to the car and smiled at him. Jonathan smiled at her and reached over and unlocked the car door. Casey sat down in the car.

"Hey," said Jonathan still smiling, "how'd you sleep?" Casey was caught off guard by the question, it wasn't very often that Jonathan would get personal in their encounters. It was always just sex and formalities.

"Pretty good," she said with the surprise clear in her voice, "you?"

"It was pretty good, I guess. I thought about you." Jonathan reached over and put his hand on her leg. Casey realized that the smile Jonathan was carrying wasn't his usual horny smirk, it was a kind and caring look that she hadn't seen much lately. Casey couldn't help but feel something for him. It had been within her for a while, but she didn't let anyone, including him, know about it. People would call her foolish considering the number of people he had slept with; it had seemed like he had calmed down recently Casey was pretty sure that it was just her that he was sleeping with recently. Casey looked into his pretty blue eyes that seemed to be gazing at her. "Sorry."

"For what?" Casey asked.

"Not really sure. You just looked disturbed or something." Casey smiled and leaned in and kissed him. "I guess not."

"Where did you wanna go?" she asked.

"I figured we could just go to the spot." The spot was a place just outside of town and off a dirt road where a lot of teenagers would often go to hang out when they couldn't find a house to go to. Jonathan pulled out of the yard and started to drive; the spot wasn't far from their house.

"Okay," Casey paused, "How long do you have?"

"Not really worried about it. However long we need." As they drove Casey looked out the window at the passing scenery. As they got closer to their destination their surroundings became more wooded and the road, they were on was getting rougher. "So, did you get a hold of Isaiah?" Jonathan glanced at Casey as he drove then turned his attention back to the road.

"No not yet," she answered. "I think he might have gotten in trouble for being out all night the other night. Did he mention anything at practice this morning?"

"No." Jonathan shook his head. "He seemed fine today, even got there early." There was a short silence as they continued to drive the car slowing to adjust to the rough terrain of the old road. "Maybe he's avoiding you?" Until this point, Casey had been surprised by Jonathan's attitude. He was starting to seem somewhat genuine in his conversation, but now he was trying to make her think more of her not being able to get a hold of Isaiah.

"I'm sure there's an explanation for it. He'll tell me all about it tonight." Casey reassured her confidence in Isaiah.

"You sound awfully sure," said Jonathan. "How do you know?"

"Just do, I'm sure you and Caleb must have the same confidence built upright. Doesn't matter what people watching think, it's what we know that counts," Casey explained, "Besides we talk every Sunday before we go to bed." The expression on Jonathan's face became unsure and he went back to focusing his attention on driving. They were literally seconds away from their destination and Casey couldn't help but read into Jonathan's expression. He and Caleb had been friends for years, there was no way he couldn't know what she was talking about. Everyone had that person they went to with everything. The car pulled into a grass-filled road that just looked like a clearing in the trees the small clearing was surrounded by a thick layer of bushes. Casey looked over at Jonathan who was looking at her smiling. "Let's do what we came here for." Casey leaned into Jonathan and started to kiss him, she ran her hands down his face, neck and chest, eventually stopping at the waistline of his pants. As she closed her eyes, she could feel Jonathan's hand move down to her waistline and up her shirt, fondling her breasts.

"I want you," Jonathan whispered.

Isaiah and Caleb had been at the restaurant for a little over half an hour. Isaiah wasn't used to the treatment they were receiving. When they first walked in the person at the door knew Caleb's name and brought them to a private booth in a room away from the crowded dining room. The waiter brought them their menus and asked Caleb how his parents were doing and about who his new friend was. They also asked about Sheena, Caleb calmly explained that they had broken up and that she probably wouldn't be back at the restaurant with him again. The waiter stated that he would make note of it. They had just ordered their food. The kitchen was willing to make whatever Caleb felt like getting and he ordered a Cuban dish Isaiah wasn't familiar with. Isaiah had decided on a vegetarian stir fry. The small elaborately decorated room was quiet. The walls were decorated with several large and beautifully painted landscape paintings along with a couple of replicas. There were tiny display tables in each corner with a different kind of vase on it, each vase decorated differently. The booth itself was a black and red colour scheme, the cushioning on the seat was very comfortable but after looking at the place Isaiah didn't expect much less.

"Nice place, huh?" asked Caleb looking at Isaiah from across the table.

"Nice? That wouldn't be the word I'd pick to describe the place," said Isaiah still in awe over the treatment they were getting. "How long have you been coming here anyway? I've never seen anyone get treated like this before, from anywhere."

"My parents have been coming here since before I was born. I know it's weird, but I've partly grown up around these people." Caleb looked around the room briefly then returned his gaze to Isaiah. "My father searched for quite a while to find a place that would make authentic Cuban food. So, once he found it, he just kept on coming here." Isaiah admired the decor of the room for a second, having not noticed it before because of the way they were being treated. "Do you like it here?"

"It's a really wonderful place, that's for sure." Isaiah felt that it was nice, but he was also having a tough time being treated so much differently than he was used to.

"But?" Caleb smiled and raised an eyebrow, having caught the uncertainty in Isaiah's voice. Isaiah looked at him for a second certainly not wanting to hurt Caleb's feelings, but also wanting to be honest with him.

"Well, isn't it all a bit excessive?" The look on Caleb's face quickly turned to confusion. "I would have been happy just to go to the coffee shop and grab a donut or something." Isaiah thought quickly to try and elaborate on what he meant. "I mean this is great, but I'm just not used to it." Caleb stayed silent still not sure what Isaiah, who probably wasn't being as clear as he wanted, was trying to say. "Caleb, I don't care about how much money you have." Caleb smiled and looked away then back to him.

"I know that," he started, "and that makes me want to show you these things." Now Isaiah was confused, he didn't understand why that would be the effect. "I'm used to Sheena... she would make me bring her here at least once a week if she could get away with it. She used to take the credit card I had from my parents, without my permission. She'd want all the newest clothing and other stupid hollow stuff, you know," Caleb explained, "I guess it's just nice to be around someone who just doesn't care. I knew I didn't have to bring you here, I wanted to. Okay?" Caleb smiled at him.

"Okay." Isaiah smiled back refreshed that they had gotten that out of the way. A few quick minutes pass in silence. Isaiah took a sip from his water and thought about Caleb and Jonathan in the weight room earlier in the morning. "So, what was Jonathan so ticked off about this morning?" he asked.

"Oh, that?" Caleb rolled his eyes at the thought of the argument. "He was just ticked off because I didn't pick him up this morning." Isaiah looked at Caleb knowing that they had been going in early on Sundays together since the season started. Caleb didn't seem like the type of person to just forget about someone like that.

"What was on your mind?" he asked plainly.

"Huh?" Caleb was confused that Isaiah had read him so easily.

"Something obviously had to be bugging you. I can't see you just forgetting about someone like that."

"Yeah, I had a lot on my mind this morning." Caleb smiled at him. "I guess you just do that to me." Caleb didn't want Isaiah to worry about anything, so he kept the phone message from Sheena and the conversation with the coach to himself. The door to the room opened and their waiter walked in balancing a tray with their food on it. He stepped up to their table with a smile on his face.

"Here you go Caleb," he said placing Caleb's order in front of him. "And for you, Isaiah." The waiter placed Isaiah's stir fry in front of him.

"Thank you, Justin," Caleb smiled.

"You're welcome. Now is there anything else I can get you in the meantime?"

"No, thank you we're good for now."