&&alcohol.wont.help.you.now.

[Caleb James Camrak]

From: Unknown
To: Caleb Camrak
Message: You should get down to the beach. Someone saw JT dancing a bit too close to Jake, if you know what I mean. Might want to keep an eye on her, Caleb.

Caleb ripped down the street, his speedometer reading nearly 200 mph. His helmet visor was down, hiding his flashing eyes. Anger coursed through him, confusion following in its wake. His whole body was tense, and not even his speed and his bike was easing any of the tension. His tight black shirt accented his taut muscles. He slid between two cars, evoking honks from both as his legs nearly brushed the sides. The moon was already out, shining down on him. With a hard brake, he parked in a spot near the beach and walked towards the group of people. Standing on the outskirts, he scanned the people dancing, hoping that the person had been wrong, that JT was sleeping in her dorm. She hadn't answered his call or his txt. As he watched, JT came into view, pressed against Jake.

Caleb stepped back, almost stumbling. That couldn't be right. But he knew it was. That had been JT. The reality of it all slapped him in the face. He grabbed a few beers and turned on his heel, walking away, eyes down. Betrayal was slowly overtaking his confusion, and increasing his anger. He sank down into the sand, bending forward slightly, elbows resting on his set apart knees. He popped the top off of a beer and took a long swig. Caleb had never been one to drink, but when he did, he drank a lot. He rarely got wasted, but with his anger, he downed a beer in less than ten minutes. He was quickly on to his third. The other five would be gone soon as well.

Caleb looked cool and reserved on the outside, but inside he was in a turmoil. His heart pounded painfully in his chest. This was why he'd never gone out for any real length of time with anyone before, why he'd never wanted to become too attached to anyone. Because they were bound to let you down. The beer bottle in his hand trembled as he shook with anger and sadness. They had just been together two nights before at the movies. It'd been great. They'd been joking around and happy. And now... Now she was pressed against some guy that wasn't him. Well, fine. If she didn't want him, she wouldn't have him. Caleb would forget her. He'd occupy his time with Hershey and getting a job, and driving Kaylin around. He'd get over Dalton, just like she apparently had gotten over him.

[Jess Dalton]

Okay so apparently after fighting with some stupid bitch people got headaches. Jess walked away from the party without so much as a stagger. Her bottom lip was bleeding a little bit, but not that much. She grabbed a beer before leaving everyone and walkign towards her car. When she got to the parking lot she stopped though. Downing the beer, thinking it would clear her head she blinked and stepped forward. Caleb's bike was parked a few spots from hers. She swallowed and sweat trickled down ehr back. Fear sweat, cold fear sweat. She was 99.9% sure that he had watched it all. Or maybe just the dancing.

She spun around on her heels and spotted him down near the water. Kneeling on the sand like he was in pain. Tears sprung to her eyes and she started to walk towards him. Her hands out in front of her. Maybe to show she meant no harm, or as a peace sign. She knew there could be no peace. She knew she was screwed to the ends of the earth and back a thousand times. Why did this have to happen? Why did she have to start partying without him? This had happened before but last time it had been Jax who was pissed. He had raped her then. Caleb would probably just leave her. "Caleb," she whispered through her tears when she reached him. Her hand ran along his shoulder muscles which were taught and angry.

[Caleb James Camrak]

Caleb stared at the rolling waves, trying to find an ounce of calm in their easy curves. He sifted his fingers through the sand, the small grains running over his warm hand. His fingers clamped together, forming a fist, trapping the sand. He finally let it go, turning his head to look down at his hand. He glanced up and saw Jess up ahead, walking towards her car. Disgusted, he turned away. She probably didn't even give a shit. She was a gangster. Once a gangster, always a gangster, apparently. He'd wanted to think more of her, but she'd disappointed him.

Fingers on his back brought him out of his reverie. He turned slowly, expecting anyone other than JT. He jerked away from her touch and stood, moving away, arms crossed, staring at her. His face was in shadows, but his whole body was tensed from anger. He lifted his chin, defiant. He remained silent. If she wanted something from him, she should turn and walk away. If she wanted to talk, she should turn and walk away. If it wasn't either of those, she should turn and walk away. Basically, her options were to A. turn and walk away or B. turn and walk away. But hell, he could take a few more punches to the stomach.