I snort. "Well that's great."

"Why do you hate me so much?"

I spin on him. "Because you left, because you were my friend and you left me. You never said goodbye. That is why I hate you Travis."

I turn and run into the water, diving into the surf. When I surface, Travis is gone and I am left feeling that gaping damned hole in my heart re-opening.

CHAPTER 2.

"Oh my freaking God!" Reagan cries down the phone.

"So what Reag's!"

She goes silent a moment.

"You can't be serious? So what?"

"It's just Travis."

"It's Travis freaking Phoenix."

"Whoopee!" I cry, rolling my eyes.

"Has anyone told you lately that you are mentally challenged?"

I grin. "Most days."

"Well, you might not care; I, however, will be dressing up and accidentally dropping my pen in front of him...if you know what I mean? Can I come over now while I have it all planned out?"

I snort. "You need help."

"Seriously...short dress, do you think we will go to my place or his?"

I laugh and flip my dark brown hair over my shoulder. "His."

"See, I knew you would get into the spirit!"

"Later Reagan, I will call when I am ready to go tonight."

"I will think of you," She laughs, "While we are making sweet little Travis babies."

I am ready for the party early, so I head downstairs while I wait for Reagan. When I get out back, half the club is here drinking. When I walk out they all stop and stare. What? My dress isn't that short...is it?

"Well look, Mischief got titties." Biker Bill laughs.

"Shut it Bill." I grin, giving him a wink.

"Chief is gonna flip his lid; where you headed tonight?" Harry asks, running his fingers through his burly beard.

"Party."

"Not fucking dressed like that you ain't."

I turn to see Chief with Travis, both are standing in the door way.

"Daddy, I am twenty one. You can't stop me." I protest.

"Can't I?"

"Don't make me come over there Chief because I will." I growl, shoving a fist up.

He grins. "Come on over then Mischief; I will tie you and gag you...there will be no partying for this little princess."

"You're an ass daddy! There is nothing wrong with what I am wearing!"

"I never said there was anything wrong with it; I said you ain't wearing it."

The men are laughing; enjoying watching me challenge Chief yet again.

"Get a longer dress princess, or you ain't going."

"I hate you, you do know that right?" I snap.

"I'll take that risk. Now get changed."

I mutter a string of curses before storming out. I change into a longer dress, and then stomp back downstairs. I run straight into Travis Phoenix who puts his hands on my shoulders to stop me.

"Still as fiery as ever, I see."

"Get your hands of me Phoenix."

He laughs and lets me go. I step back and glare up at him; his eyes are not so subtly staring at my body.

"Still sour?"

"Yes, he ruined my night."

"Chief put his foot in; I ought to slap him on the back for that."

"What does it matter to you what I am wearing?"

He meets my gaze; god damn those smoky grey eyes.

"You think I just forgot about you Mischief?"

"I know you did Travis, you didn't even say goodbye. I thought we were friends."

He reaches out to stroke my cheek, and I shudder beneath his touch.

"We are."

"Were Travis, past tense; I moved on."

"Really?"

"Yes really, now I am going out so if you don't mind..."

"You changed Mischief."

"I grew up Travis," I say, staring at him. "Alot lot has happened in the last four years, I am not the love struck little girl you once knew."

Then I am gone, leaving him to ponder that.

"Vi, I cannot believe he is at your house."

"Are you still talking about it?"

"Yes, I can't get over it."

"He was there, you perved, move on."

"I can't; he will be forever burned into my mind. You just do not realize how lucky you are do you? I mean you two were like sweethearts and all."

"We were not sweethearts, we had one kiss when I was sixteen, and he left. End of story."

"It is so more than that."

"Reagan!"

"Ok sorry."

"Can we just drink, dance and kiss some random men?"

"Oh hell yes we can!"

I walk over to the bar and order a beer, then I sit down and begin drinking it. Reagan has disappeared onto the dance floor with a very cute, young man and so I am alone. A dark haired man, with pitch black eyes sits beside me and grins. He is handsome, if you like the dark look.

"Can I get you another drink?"

"Oh, no thanks."

He raises his brows and smiles; he has these big dimples.

"Can I ask for a dance then?"

Ah, what the heck?

"Ok, sure."

He takes my hand and leads me onto the dance floor. We begin moving to the music, he is actually extremely decent and doesn't try to touch me.

"My name is Violet." I cry over the music.

"Josh."

"It's nice to meet you Josh."

He grins again. "You too Violet."

We dance some more, and after a few to many drinks we are curled up in a booth pashing. It isn't my usual behaviour, but I am extra feral tonight considering the return of my long lost lover. I am enjoying the moment when suddenly Josh is being reefed off me and thrown into a nearby pool table. I gape with wide eyes as Travis picks up the cue and drives it into his face. I scream and rush towards Travis, gripping his arm and yanking him backwards.

"Stop it, what is wrong with you!" I scream.

"What is wrong with me?" He hisses. "What is wrong with you? Do you even know him?"

"God Travis, who cares?"

"Is this what you are now? I thought you were better than that."

I shove him hard in the chest and turn, storming out of the bar. Reagan runs out behind us, giggling like a schoolgirl. Yep she is drunk. We storm down the street back towards Chief's house.

"I can't believe you did that!"

"What is wrong with you, he could have had anything, and you were just going at it."

"We were kissing."

"You changed!"

"Don't start on me Travis, you don't know me anymore."

"Oh my god it's Travis Phoenix!" A girl screams.

"Fucking great!" I snap.

Two girls rush over, their faces bright with excitement.

"Can we get an autograph?" A pretty brunette girl begs.

Travis sighs and signs their shirts and lets them take a photo with him. I roll my eyes and stand beside Reagan who is giggling stupidly still.