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"And you think Tristan is a bad boy?"

"Kira, please, let’s not state the obvious. The real question is, would he change for you?"

Kira paused. "No?" She tried to convince herself and Emma that she wouldn’t be the one to try to change him. It never worked out she knew, but in the back of her mind Kira could hear a small part of her say yes.

"I don’t know, not yet. But I will, I promise, even if it takes all the knowledge of boys I possess and a little more snooping."

Kira laughed, happy she and Emma had started this new stage of their friendship. It would be great to have a girlfriend who she could gossip with, and who could help her figure out her disheveled love life, something she had never been able to master.

"Have Tristan and Luke always hated each other?" Kira asked. Emma nodded while munching on a chip. "Do you know why?"

Emma shrugged. "I’d say it was an instantaneous thing. Miles was the first one of us to arrive, then I showed up a day after him, and the next week Dave showed up with Luke right behind him. None of us really knew each other at that point, but I still remember when Luke walked into the lunchroom. We figured we would round him up, but when he walked down the cafeteria aisle, I remember he paused and looked right out the window toward the misfits. They all stood outside and stared back at him with seriously evil smiles. It was like a challenge or something. None of us knew what caused it, but that first day we met Luke he was nothing like he is now. He was angry the whole day and barely spoke to any of us. In fact, the next day we were all questioning if we wanted to let him in the group, but he came back on his second day as the charming person we know and love. Still though, he changes around them. Oh, and there was Bethany."

Emma paused to grab another chip. She chewed on it slowly, eyes losing focus on the forest around them, and Kira wanted to wring her friend’s neck in anticipation. This was it—this could be the explanation she had been looking for.

"Bethany?" Kira prompted.

"I’m trying to remember all the details. Bethany was the first girl Luke dated, here at least. They met his second week of school, and he was head over heels for her. After a month, we all knew he was in love, but none of us was as sure about her feelings. She was the kind of girl who tricks a guy into falling for her, but keeps a wandering eye." Emma sneered to show her disgust. "The boys all loved her, but I had a feeling something was off. Anyway, there was this party, and Bethany told Luke she was doing homework and couldn’t come out. So, we all went without her, but it was totally lame and we heard people were partying at the beach. We drove the extra fifteen minutes, and when we walked onto the beach the first thing we saw were Tristan and Bethany making out in the dunes. Luke ran over and punched Tristan in the face. By the time we got there, blood was all over Tristan’s face and Luke’s hand, and we had to pull him away. It was messy."

Emma shook her head, and Kira flashed back to Luke’s punch on the beach, somewhat surprised Tristan hadn’t started gushing blood then too.

"Yeah, wow, I didn’t expect that." Kira chewed on her lip. "So I'll be the worst person ever if I try to date Tristan knowing Luke hates him and maybe likes me."

"Eh, fifty-fifty on that, but you have to do what you want." Emma looked at Kira with wide eyes, showing her that she meant those words.

Kira curled back up in the hammock and listened to the breeze ruffle through the trees. That was the clue she had been waiting for, but she wasn’t so happy now that she had it. Even if Luke and Tristan had hated each other from the start, Bethany had been the catalyst, and maybe Kira's presence had dredged up old wounds. She needed to talk to Luke about this.

"Thanks for coming over, Emma," Kira told her friend at the door an hour later. Their conversation had moved past Tristan and Luke and into school gossip. But it became so late that Kira’s pain meds had worn off, and she knew she needed to sleep on everything.

Emma smiled. "You know I’m here when you need me."

They hugged and Kira watched her friend leave before shutting the door and heading upstairs. Instead of lying awake for hours, as she had expected, sleep came almost instantly—and thankfully dreamlessly, considering her tumultuous thoughts.

The first thing Kira did the next morning was Google search for a Starbucks, and then call Luke to meet her there. In New York, coffee shops had been her favorite place to meet with friends, and she needed a comfortable spot to have this conversation with Luke. She loved the smell of coffee brewing and the artsy laid back feel that most coffee shops had. Everyone was in his or her own world, typing away at a computer or talking about the previous days’ events, but it was like a secret community.

Kira’s drive over was solemn, but when she arrived at Starbucks and sat down with a latte, she already felt more relaxed. The indie music of an up-and-coming artist was playing in the background, and she sank into her big leather seat to wait.

Luke walked in about ten minutes later, and she waved him over. When he sat down, Kira didn't really know where to start, so she waited for him to say something.

"So, how’s my hospital patient?"

She smiled. Luke always did make her laugh. "Fine, thanks. And, even though my mom thinks I’m crazy, I can’t wait to try surfing again."

"Such a bad ass." He grinned.

She relaxed finally and tried to face what she had come to say. "Luke, believe it or not, I didn’t just ask you for coffee to swap jokes, I actually need to talk to you about something." He nodded, prodding her on. Kira wasn’t sure how to tell him gently, so she figured the best approach was quick and to the point—like ripping off a Band-Aid. "Luke…I know about Bethany."

"Dramatic much, Kira? It’s not like she died."

She knew him well enough to know he was trying to brush it off, but couldn’t quite. "Emma came over last night and told me the whole story, and I know that’s why you hate Tristan."

"Kira, that’s not even half of why I hate Tristan. Can’t we just drop it?"

"Why won’t you talk to me? I feel like I just got plopped down into the middle of a television show. I know all the characters, but none of the plot." Kira set her coffee cup down. Whenever she was angry, her hands had this bad habit of moving on their own accord, usually in wide sweeping circles that would definitely spill her warm, sugary latte everywhere.

"I can’t tell you. Trust me, I would because I know it would keep you away from Tristan, but I can’t." Luke leaned closer to her—his eyes crinkled at the edges as he pleaded with her to understand him and stop the argument.

"Why not?" She questioned, anger mounting. She had known he was keeping things from her the moment they had met, but she couldn’t guess what it was or could even be.

"I just can’t, okay? Drop it, seriously."

There was an awkward pause. Kira wouldn’t speak until he gave something up, and he wouldn’t give any information away. Luke fell back against his chair.

"So, surfing…"

"Oh, don’t change the topic," Kira snapped to shut him up. "There’s something else I want to talk about too, as long as we’re at a stalemate with the other topic…?"

"We are." He nodded to enforce the finality.

"Fine, then I need to ask you something." Kira picked her mug back up to ponder. On her ride over to the coffee shop, she debated talking to him about this in case it hurt his ego. But, now that she was angry with him for holding so much back and keeping so many secrets from her, Kira had no such reservations. "Luke, do you like me?"

"Sure, what’s not to like?"

Kira stared at him, waiting. Typical of a man to totally misread the question entirely, she thought.

"Oh…” Luke twitched, finally understanding. “I mean, you’re great and all, but I really thought we’d just be friends, you know?"

Kira smiled, totally relieved. "Thank god. Me too. So, why did you punch Tristan yesterday if not jealousy?"

"Plead the fifth?" He grinned like a little boy trying way too hard to appear innocent.

"Luke, this is ridiculous. He saved my life. I would have died if not for him, and you punched him in the face! Seriously, you have got to get over whatever it is that’s between you guys, because I won’t let you punch him in the face the next time he does something nice for me." Not like she knew he ever would. It could have been a one time, “I was the closest person to you”, sort of thing. But Kira hoped not.

"I know you don’t understand but eventually you will. And I hope I’m there to help you when that happens." Luke stood up and left, letting the door slam behind him.

Kira remained sitting and sipped the rest of her coffee slowly. Now she was really confused. Who wasn’t letting Luke talk, or was he just using that as an excuse? Kira had thought he would be a best friend to her, but how could someone who wouldn’t even explain himself be her best friend? Luke was clearly emotionally hurt about Bethany but wouldn’t talk, hated Tristan for something that happened a year ago, and hated him more for something he wouldn’t discuss. Maybe she would have to go to the source of the trouble. And what of him? All she knew about Tristan was that he had been a jerk to her, but then he saved her life. Was that enough to redeem someone whom everyone she knew disliked?

And what of love? Thank goodness Luke had no feelings for her, but Kira needed to decide for herself what she wanted from Tristan. He was gorgeous of course, but she barely knew him. She shouldn’t be catching her breath every time she saw him and getting little chills up her spine at the thought of him. And yet there she was, looking out the window of the local Starbucks, holding her breath and feeling a tingle when he unexpectedly stepped out of a car with Jerome, John, and Diana in tow.

Tristan’s face didn’t have a single scratch from yesterday, and his pale skin wasn’t marred with a purple bruise. Kira was surprised—on the beach it had seemed like Luke really hit him. But his cheek was pristine as it rose in a smile, a reaction to whatever funny words Jerome had just voiced. Kira watched, heart pounding, as a dimple curved into his cheek and his hair fell over his eyes. Tristan shook with laughter, but he stopped before the others. A dark look slowly gathered back to his face as his mouth curved down, and his eyes became full of his own troubled thoughts again. Kira could read him just as easily as she read other people—she just couldn't read how he felt about her.

Unaware of her presence, the four of them walked toward a sporting goods shop next door. Quickly, Kira drank the rest of her latte, waiting until they went inside before sneaking over and carefully opening the shop door without making a sound. Kira wanted to snoop now that she finally had the chance to get some real unguarded information.

She slowly walked down the aisles, checking each one with a quick peek before entering. She eventually spotted them in the surfing goods section at the back of the store and walked down the parallel aisle, trying to hear tidbits of their conversation. Through a small hole in the shelf, she could just barely see them, but it was enough for prime eavesdropping. They were talking about surfing wax because John needed some.

Great, Kira thought. She was really going to learn a lot on this covert mission.

After a few minutes, staring at what looked like soap to Kira, they moved down toward the boards themselves. Tristan needed a new surfboard—he had abandoned his in the water when he dove in to save her. They started to talk

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