"I am never doing that again!" Scott exclaimed, as he got out of the car with Jaz.

"Oh come on, it was fun!" Jaz said, slamming the car door shut.

"FUN!?" We nearly hit a lamp post and it was a good job that old lady was nearly all the way across the road otherwise, well, I hate to even picture it."

"You worry too much."

"Jaz, you drive like a maniac," Scott told her, as together they walked over to the entrance of the bowling alley.

"Well, I never said I was that good of a driver," Jaz responded. "Come on, you can't tell me you didn't have a least have a tiny bit of fun. The thrill of driving really fast, the wind racing through your hair."

"Well, maybe, just a little," Scott admitted pulling open the entrance door of the bowling alley. He held it open and let Jaz walk in first.

"Wow, aren't you a gentleman," Jaz said, in a mocking surprised tone. Scott laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head before he to, entered the bowling alley.

Jane was waiting by the bar inside the alley, she was sat on a stall playing about with the straw stuck in her glass of Lemonade. She had got bored waiting outside. Looking at the Lemonade she thought about Scott. Where was he? Lemonade was Scott's favourite drink, Jane's too. Jane looked up, and as she did this she saw Scott enter the bowling alley. A girl was with him. Jane recognised the girl. It was the girl with the red hair she had seen earlier on this morning, Scott's new neighbour. But what was she doing at the bowling alley? And why was she with Scott? All of Jane's questions were soon to be answered.

Scott scanned the room for Jane, suddenly he saw her, he waved, and started his way over to her.

"Hi, sorry I'm late," he said. I see you're drinking my favourite drink." He grinned.

Suddenly, Jaz coughed. It was a loud cough that made Scott jump. He had forgot that she was standing next to him.

"Jane, this is Taz," Scott announced. She and her Mum just moved into Springbridge this morning, next door to me. I invited her to bowl with us. I hope that's okay."

"Yes, sure, of course. It's nice to meet you Taz. I'm Jane," Jane said sweetly.

Taz looked Jane up and down. She was wearing a pair of cut off faded blue jeans with a ripe in the knee, and a purple off the shoulder t – shirt with a rainbow butterfly printed onto it that sparkled with silver gems, on her feet were a pair of brown sandals. They were a type of sandals called 'gladiators' that came up past your knees and had three buckles. "Those are so out of fashion," Jazz though. She nearly said it out loud but she knew that Jane was Scott's best friend. Well, according to Scott she was anyway. Jazz didn't really see why. She had no fashion sense what so ever, and she was way too friendly." She liked Scott though, he was so good looking and he was older than her which was even better. Not that much older. Only by a year, but still. It always helps you become popular at school if you have a tall, good looking, older boyfriend. Not that she'd need any help with that of course. Jaz was convinced that she would become popular the minute she started at Springbridge High in September. Well, why wouldn't she? She was popular in her last school. She had good fashion sense, she was loud, she wasn't afraid to express her feelings and opinions about others and she had the right manner when talking to people. That right sort of attitude needed to become popular. Not the sort of things you should become popular for, but in an American high school these are all qualities that help you get to the top of the social ladder, and Jazz, had them all. If she wanted to get Scott to like her then she had to be nice to Jane, at least when she was around him anyway. He obviously liked nice people as he hung around with her so she would have to try and change her attitude. Be nicer, sweeter, like Jane.

"It's nice to meet you Jane, I don't know much about you but I'm sure you're just lovely." She smiled a sweet, almost sickly smile.

"Let's go and collect our shoes," Scott said. "Before they let someone else on our lane."

"So why did you choose to move to Springbridge?" Scott asked Jazz, whilst Jane bowled a ball down their lane. "Woo hoo, STRIKE!" She yelled.

"Well, my Dad use to be like really abusive to my Mum, so we moved to get away from him," Jazz told him.

"Oh my god," Scott cried.

"Yeah, he's got a restraining order and everything. What's your Dad like?"

"He died in a car accident, a few years ago" Scott told her. He looked uncomfortable, like he didn't really want to answer the question. "He was driving home from work one day when a man in a car pulled out of the turning to fast without looking and crashed straight into the side of my Dad's car. The man crashed into the car so quickly that it sent my Dad flying over the other side of the car and he smashed his head into the car window. He died instantly."

"Wow, I'm sorry I asked," Jazz said. What about you Jane," Jazz called over to her. "Do you have a Dad?"

"No, he left when my Mum became pregnant. He didn't want anything to do with mum, or her baby. The minute he found out she was pregnant he left. Well, that's what Mum says anyway."

"Wow, that sucks." Jazz replied.

"Yeah," a few tears filled Jane's eyes. "Apparently I look like him though." Jane didn't look anything like her mum. Her mum's hair was light blond, long and straight.

"So what sort of music do you like?" Jane asked Taz. She watched as she carelessly throw a ball down the lane. I'm a fan of country. I love Lady Antebellum. They're the best country band ever!"

"Country music?" Jane snickered. "You like country music?"

"Yes," suddenly Jane felt embarrassed. "Why, what sort of music do you like?"

Taz shrugged. "RnB, rap, whatever it's cool to like."

"I'll be back in a minute," Scott announced.

"Where are you going? It's your turn to bowl," Jane told him.

Scott laughed. "I'm just going to the loo, I won't be long. I'm sure you girls can have a chat or something whilst I'm gone."

"So you and Scott are friends then?" Jazz asked, the minute Scott had disappeared out of sight.

"Yes, we're best friends. We came best friends the minute we met when I was eight and he was nine."

"But you're just friends right?"

Jane looked down at the floor and fiddled about with her fingers. "Yeah, I guess we are."

"Good!" Jazz said. "Not that it's like you'd would stand a chance of becoming anything more with him anyway," She sniggered.

"And why wouldn't I," Jane asked, her cheeks beginning to turn red.

"Oh, please! He's WAY out of your league. I mean just look at you. You obviously know nothing about fashion and you're just too nice. You're a good girl."

"And what's wrong with that?" Jane asked quietly, her cheeks starting to burn.

"Everyone knows that boys are more attracted to bad girls. It's just a matter of time before he falls for me."

"How do you know what kind of girls he likes? Maybe he likes good girls."

"Oh my god, you like him, don't you?" Jazz sniggered again. Jane's cheeks were now on fire. "Trust me, I just know. Did you know we arrived her here in my Mum's car? I told Scott that my Mum would be cool with me borrowing her car. The truth is, she will probably go ballistic when she finds out. But who cares right? Not me," She flopped onto the red leather sofa by the bowling lane.

"Hey, I'm back," Scott said. Is it still my turn?"

"I... I don't really feel like bowling anymore," Jane said. "I think I'm just going to leave."

"LEAVE! Scott cried. "But we've only just got here!"

"Yeah, Jane's right. Bowling boring."

"Well, why don't we do something else then? We could go and hang out by the lake."

"Oh... that's sound like fun. Can I come?" Jazz asked.

Scott thought about it. The tree house was his and Jane's place. They had never invited anyone else into it before.

Scott looked at Jane. She didn't look to sure either but it would be so unwelcoming to say no. Especially since she was knew to town."

"What do you think Jane?" Scott asked her.

"Well..." all of a sudden Jane felt a weird feeling in her stomach. Like knots were being tied. She turned to look at Scott, he was looking at her with a pleading sort of look on his face. Jane felt her heart begin to melt as she stammered, trying to find the right words.

"Oh, please!" Jazz begged sweetly.

"I... I guess. I mean yes, why not." Jane relied cheerfully. She swallowed hard and forced a smile onto her face.

"Great! Let's pick up some beer before we go."

"Scott and I don't actually drink..." Jane begun, but Scott cut her off.

"That sounds like a great idea!" He beamed. We can stop by at the local mini supermarket."

"But we won't get served," Jane said in a rush. "We're under age."

"You don't need to worry about that," Jazz laughed. "I've got served hundreds of times at stores. You just have to act really casual."

"Well I'm willing to give it a go," Scott said eagerly. "Come on Jane, it will be fun."

"Fun!?" Jane wanted to scream at him. What was he thinking? Had he lost all sense completely? They most likely would get caught. This wasn't like Scott at all. Why was he acting this way? He doesn't even like beer. "Oh my god, what if he likes her?" The thought suddenly popped into Jane's head like an alarm that that just gone off, but Jane choose to ignore it. Jazz wasn't Scott's type. At least Jane didn't think she would be. He had never had a girlfriend before just like she had never had a boyfriend so she didn't know completely but Jazz just really didn't seem like she would be his type of girl. But then again, what if she was his type? And what if he was attracted to her. Jane could never be like her. It just wasn't who she was.

"I can't believe we actually got served," Scott cried as he, jazz and Jane climbed to the top of the tree house.

"I told you," Jazz said with a smirk, reaching the top of the tree house. "Wow, the view is awesome from up here. Sooo sick!"

"Yeah, it's pretty amazing." Scott said, meeting her at the top of the tree house.

Jazz cracked open a can of beer, took a swig, then passed it to Scott. Scott hesitated for a moment then took a swig. His face cringed but he forced a smiled.

"Are you sure you don't want any Jane," Jazz asked, her tone teasing.

"No, thank you," Jane said bluntly.

"She was only asking. You don't have to sound so rude," Scott said.

"I know, how about we play a game of spin the bottle," Jazz suggested, about ten minutes late, sitting down on the tree house floor with a now empty can of beer.

"How do you play it?" Jane asked.

"You've never heard of spin the bottle? Jazz asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I have!" Scott said, sitting down on the floor near to Jazz. "It's where you spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to either answer a question someone asks (no lies told) or do a dare."

"Correct," Jazz said, turning to face Jane, flashing her an evil grin that only Jane could see.

Jane gulped. A voice inside her head was screaming at her to get out of here now, but she didn't like the idea of Jazz being alone with Scott for too long.

"Are you playing?" Scott asked.

"Yes!" Jane responded confidently. "I'm playing!"

"We'll have to use a can since we don't have a bottle," Jazz said. Jazz spun the can and Jane watched as it spun round and round, praying that it wouldn't land on her. The can seemed to spin forever until it final stopped. It pointed to Jazz. Jane gave a quite sigh of relief.

"Erm... truth or dare?" Scott asked her.

"Dare!" Jazz exclaimed excitedly.

"I dare you to drink a whole can of beer in thirty seconds."

"That's easy," Jazz replied, grabbing a can of beer from the pack. Scott set the timer on his watch. One, two, three GO!" He shouted. Jazz started drinking the can of beer, glugging it down as fast as she could.

"FINISHED!" She called loudly. Scott stopped the time timer on his watch.

"Well done," Scott said. "And with five seconds to spare."

Jazz grinned smugly, sitting back down on the wooden floor.

Once again the bottle spun, round and round it went until it finally stopped. "My turn!" Scott cried. "And I pick dare as well."

"Hmmm," Jazz thought for a moment.

"I dare you to kiss Jane."

Jane's eyes widened and her lips slightly parted. Had Jazz really just said what she thought she had said? Her cheeks turned bright red.

Scott though about the dare for a moment and part of Jane was praying that he wouldn't go through with it. Yes, it was true that she had dreamt about kissing him for years but she wanted it to be romantic. Not done as a dare in a stupid game called spin the bottle.

Scott laughed, embarrassed. "I can't do that," Jane's my friend. My best friend."

Jane's face sank a little. Maybe he did only like her as just a friend.

"A dare's a dare," Jazz said. "And you have to do whatever dare you are given or answer whatever question you are asked.

"Who says?" Jane stammered.

"It's the rules," Jazz said simply.

"'I'm sorry but I can't..."

"Okay, I guess the rules could be altered, just for once. The new dare is that you have to kiss me instead."

"Okay!"

Jane's eyes widened again. He hadn't even hesitated. He couldn't kiss her. He just couldn't.

"Scott turned to face to face Jazz, crawling over to her he gently planted a kiss on her cheek."

In Jane's mind Scott had kissed her on the cheek, ever so gently, just like he'd kissed Jazz.

"Is that it?" Jazz asked, sounding slightly cross.

Scott grinned at her but didn't say a word, as the can got spun once again.

"Maybe it will land on someone else again," Jane hoped it would.

"Thank god, it's landed on Jazz," Jane though.

"I've already had a go," Jazz said. "I think it's only fair that Jane gets a turn now." She turned the can so that it pointed direct at her.

"I don't mind, really," Jane said in a rush. Her voice was high.

"Come on Jane," have a go, everyone else has," Scott said casually.

"Why don't you do a truth, since we've all done dares?" Jazz suggested. "Okay let's see, truth. "Her tone of voice was filled with darkness but Scott didn't seem to notice.

"You and Scott have been friends for a very long time now, right?" Jazz asked.

"Right!" Jane replied, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice.

"Is it not true though that you..."

"I'm sorry..." Jane said quickly getting to her feet, cutting Jazz of mid-sentence. "I... I can't play this."

"What's wrong," Scott asked, confused. It's just a game. We're only have a bit of fun." Jane didn't say a word, she looked from Scott to Jazz, who still had a huge smirk spread right across her face. "I...I have to go," and with that she turned around, quickly climbed down the tree house steps.