A/N: Dedicated to Primrose14 because it wass her 16th birthday yesterday! Ironically, it's Skye's too! but she's turning seventeen.

Recap

"Skye," I heard someone whisper, I rolled over. I wasn't on a comfortable bed, in fact I didn't think this was a bed, "Skye."

"What?" I mumbled into a... a... a chest! Who's chest was the next question.

"Skye," a different voice said and tried to sit me up. I sat up reluctantly and gently opened my eyes. I was staring directly at Ron.I looked behind him. We were still in his basement, but Greg was gone.

"Ron? What happened last night?" I asked feeling off balance.

"You got a little too high," he grimaced.

"I got high?" I exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Well, I got you high," he admitted sheepishly.

"Oh, why-," I began, but I was cut off my Chace's annoyed, impatient voice, "Yeah, okay, let's go, Skye."

I looked at Chace crouched next to me and smiled, "When did you get here?"

He scowled and pulled me up by the elbow with him, "It doesn't matter. Let's go."

He looked so mad. I thought the only time I'd seem him remotely this angry was when I was hugging Jake. Then it dawned on me;

Chace thought I cheated on him.

"Chace," I called running after him as he left the Reed's house. He'd just reached his car and I was running pretty close behind him.

He spun around faster than I would've thought possible and snapped, "What?"

I fliched back, he was too angry. He should've waited for me to explain. I took in a deep breath, "Nothing happened. You're over reacting!"

"I'm over reacting?" he asked rethorically, "You were in Ron Reed's arms! Explain that."

"I-I, got high," I sighed embarrased, "then I started crying and passed out in his car."

"You got high?" he scoffed in disbelief.

"It was my fault," Ron's voice said from behind me. Chace's eyes snapped up and got hard when he saw, what I could only assume was Ron. I whipped around to see my assumption had been right. Ron was standing right behind me looking as cocky as ever. Was he trying to piss Chace off?

Chace looked very unamused. He was so far beyond furious, it was scary. It was very seldom that I saw Chace angry, but when I did it scared the shit out of me. It's not as if I thought he would ever hit me, he wouldn't, but it was scary all the same.

Chace nooded towards his car, "Come on, Skye. Let's go." I hesistated, but in the end followed him.

He watched me buckle my seat belt and once it was strapped on tightly drove away.

"Nothing happened!" I insisted.

"Why were you in his arms then?" he growled.

"I already told you!" I exclaimed, "I was crying and then I passed out in his arms."

He hit the brake so hard I flew forward only to be snapped back by the seat belt. A car laid on the horn behind us. The car swirved around us and a loud string of curses were shouted at us. Chace snarled and pulled over to the side of the road.

He stalled the car and turned to face me, "Why were you crying."

I tried hard to think back to the night before. It was a spinning, blurry mess. I could barely remember the crying let alone why. I remember laughing and talking to Ron. I knew Ron didn't say anything to make me cry; he was oddly nice to me. He was a big, old... softy. The thought made the night before crash back down on me.

Ron had offered me pot and I'd excepted it because Aaron and Jen were shacking up with me still in the room. I must've been a real light weight that after one hit I'd started to accuse Ron of being soft... which lead to his friend defending him. Which lead to figuring out Greg was Blondey-Bear Claw.

I felt chills go up my spine. If Blondey-Bear Claw really was in that room while I was high he may have succeeded in 'attacking' me. I needed to know, right now, if Ron had let me go at any point in the night. I needed to know if he left me with Greg. Considering who he is I was fairly sure he did. I wanted to throw up.

"Chace, you have to take me back," I pleaded.

He looked at me like I was insane, "Are you crazy? I'm not taking you back to him."

"I just need to know one thing, then you can take me home," I promised and hoped he'd agree. No matter how much I liked Chace, I needed to know what happened between me and Greg last night.

Chace grabbed me by the shoulder so I would stop looking out to back windsheild and back to him. Looking me in the eyes he slowly asked, "Why were you crying?"

I bit my bottom lip and rolled it in my mouth before I let it go and sighed.

"Do you remember Blondey-Bear Claw?" I inquired.

He stiffened a little, "Why?"

"Because he was there last night," I explained, "and I need to know if Ron left me with him any time last night."

Chace sighed and put the car in reserve. He spun us around and then put the car into drive so fast the tires screeched against the ground like an action movie. I was assuming the change of heart was because that he rather me see Ron again than wonder if Greg had touched me the night before.

He parked outside the Reed's house and unbuckle his seat belt and go in with me. I stop his hand from opening the door before he could leave.

"Chace, I think you should stay in the car," I commanded nicely.

"What?" he asked angrily.

"You know Ron doesn't really like people," I reasoned, "He'll probably want to mess with you if us go in there. If I go in alone he'll leave me alone."

"Fine," he grunted.

I smiled, "Be right back."

I jumped out of the car and raced to the house. I was praying Ron was still home. If not I'd have to ask Jen to help me find him and it would turn into one big wild goose chase. I knocked on the door loudly and multiple times before Ron swung the door open.

He looked surprise, "Skye?"

"I need to ask you a question," I demanded in a rush of a sentence.

"Ye-yeah, sure," he stepped aside so I could come in. Did I really make him stuttered? I thought.

"Last night, when I was passed out, did you leave me?" I looked down when I realized I sounded like I needy girl so I added, "Alone with Greg?"

"No," he answered quickly, "I didn't let him, ah, touch you..."

I nodded and the two of us looked away from each other awkwardly.

"Thanks," I whispered and looked up at him through my eye lashes.

"Anytime," he smirked and looked directly at me.

We stared at each other in silence. It was almost... nice. He was quiet and looked almost innocent. It was a weird moment, but it was also a moment I wouldn't trade for the world. It was peaceful.

I coughed, "So Chace is waiting for me..."

He snapped out of it, "Oh, yeah go ahead."

I opened the door and was half way out when he called, "Hey," I turned around and he smiled, "happy birthday Skye."

"Thanks," I smiled, but was shocked. He knew when my birthday was? How would he figure that out? Ron wasn't known to care about birthdays. I walked out the door and back into Chace's car.

He started the car again and turned to look at me, "So?"

"He didn't touch me," I faked a smiled. I was glad Greg didn't touch me, but I was surprisingly sad that I had to leave Ron.

Chace nodded and drove back to my house. The ride was quiet, and not like the nice quiet I'd had with Ron. This was awkward and uncomfortable. I just wanted to go home and sleep. I felt the biggest wave of relief when he stalled the car in fron of my house and waved goodbye to me.

"I'll see you later, okay?" he asked.

"Later," I kissed him on the cheek and walked up to the door of my house.

I pulled it open, only to have people jump out at me.

"Happy birthday!" they screamed. Adam and Aaron were in the front beaming with excitement.

I laughed and was taken aback, "Thanks, guys."

"Where's Chace?" Adam asked while he furrowed his burrow, "He didn't come in with you?"

"He went home," I shrugged uncomfortable with the subject.

Aaron pulled me into a side hug, "Ready for your condoms?"

I laughed and hugged him full on. This was going to be a weird birthday.

A/N: sorry it's short and it sucks, but the next chapter will be longer and have more to do with Skye's birthday. I have to ask now; Team Chace or Team Ron? Or a completely different team?