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house, it was nothing great, pretty small and old really. I couldn’t think of a single reason he’d be going there.
    “Okay...” I said slowly... “Why are you going there and why am I taking you? You know you have your own car right?”
    He didn’t even blink, didn’t respond to my sarcasm, just answered woodenly.
    “We’re going there because I want to and you’re taking me because I didn’t want to drive there.”
    “Fuck man, that isn’t an answer and you know it. What’s with the secrets? You never hide shit from me . ”
    It stung a little. I’m man enough to be honest. I didn’t like secrets between us, and I knew something wasn’t right. He flinched at my accusation, he was with me, he knew we didn’t keep secrets. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he shifted slightly in his seat, nervous almost. Then he sighed, but answered.
    “Look, I know okay? Just...I’ll tell you soon I promise, just...not yet okay?”
    I liked that even less, but I’d give him what he wanted.
    “Okay I won’t ask again, but just one thing. You’re not like, in any trouble or anything are you? You’re okay right?”
    “Of course I’m okay. No I’m not in trouble. To be honest, you should know me better than to ask that.”
    He was right, I should have. He’s probably the most responsible twenty year old I’ve ever met. And so damn smart it’s scary. Guy should belong to Mensa or some shit. He’s a whizz at literally everything he does.
    “Alright yeah I know. But I had to ask.”
    He shrugged like it wasn’t important and turned the music up. Conversation was over after that, clearly!
    As I pulled up in the car park of Wildlands, I turned off the engine, and turned in my seat to face him.
    “Seeing as I did you a favour, and you’re keeping secrets from me...” I started.
    He sighed immediately and I fought a smile. He was so full of shit, he fuckin’ thrived on doing shit for other people!
    “Go on then, what do you want me to do now?” He asked.
    “I need a number.”
    “Who’s number?”
    “Harper’s” I replied.
    He frowned then looked up as if he was trying to recall something.
    “Harper? The girl you were with this morning?”
    “That’s the one.” I answered.
    “For real? You didn’t even get her number?” He asked incredulously.
    See! Told you it was confusing!
    “No shit bro! She didn’t leave her number, wouldn’t come out with me today...I don’t even know if she took my number! I left her to it.” I told him and he chuckled under his breath.
    Yeah go ahead, laugh it up brother.
    “Oh how the tables have turned! Normally you don’t give most girls the time of day at all! How’s it feel when the shoe’s on the other foot Mase?”
    “Shut the fuck up! You don’t bother with them either! She’s different anyway – I’ll get her. You know I will. So can you get me her number or what?”
    “Last name?” He asked.
    “I...um...I don’t know it.”
    “Ha! You didn’t even get her last name? Harsh Mase, really harsh! Ok well, what do you know about her that’ll help me find her number?”
    “Ahh...not a lot? She’s twenty, she’s a student and she lives with some gay guy in those shit student apartments on the way to Chelsea...oh and her mate’s called Taylor Corsi...but I don’t know if that will help.”
    Shit! That’s really all I knew!
    “Hmm...” He murmured, thinking it through... “I’m not making any promises bro, but I’ll ask around and I’ll see what I can do.”
    I smiled, he wouldn’t make any promises, but I knew he could do it. Told you.
    So. Damn. Smart.
    “Thanks Rube.”
    He got out. I drove home.

Chapter Four
     
    Harper
     
    “Want a foot massage?” Jas e asked.
    I moaned at just the thought of it. On one hand it sounded amazing...on the other? I honestly didn’t think I could stand anything touching them.
    Two days, it was two whole days later, and my feet were still killing. The skin was still red, and the blisters still