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catch what I said.
    "And what would Dominic think about that?" Hunter reached over and ran his fingers down my arm, causing me to shiver. Over the last year, Hunter had seriously kicked up the flirting game with me. I am sure it was because of Dominic.
    I rolled my eyes at him. "You always bring him up, why?"
    "Because I don't think he deserves you. Is he actually going to make it here tomorrow for the party, or is he going to blow you off again?"
    "He promised he would make it this time. He didn't blow me off the last time. He got held up at practice, and it didn't make any sense for him to come all the way here, and turn right back around." He made it up to me by sending me flowers the next day. Yeah, I was still mad, but it is not as if he could drop what he was doing just to come home to see me. I knew football was his life.
    "If I was him, and you were my girlfriend, I would make damn sure I was home every chance I got." I noticed when he said this, that he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, and his knuckles were turning white.
    "He's trying, Hunter."
    As we were pulling into the driveway of my house, he mumbled under his breath something that sounded like, "He needs to try harder."
    "What did you say?" I asked, wanting to clarify what I thought he said.
    Shaking his head, he responded, "Nothing. What time do you want me back to pick you and Hailey up?"
    "You don't have too; I'm going to drive my car down in the morning. I just need you to make sure my brothers are there by seven. I don't care what you have to tell them, just get them there." I reached over the seat and shook Hailey's leg and said "Hails, wake up. We're home."
    The next morning Hailey and I were up before Mason and Cooper. We quickly got ready, and made our way back down to the shore house to start getting set up for the party. Finally, after all the food was out, and everything was set up, Hailey and I went up to my room and started to get ready for the party.
    "So what are you planning on wearing? I know we packed a bunch of different shit." Hailey said as she pulled out everything from the bags we had packed last night before we fell asleep.
    "I'm wearing my white shorts, and that,"—I pointed to the black low cut halter-top she had in her hand—"with my black peep toe pumps." I picked this because Dominic could never keep his hands off me. He always told me that wearing white shorts made my legs look miles long.
    "Your brothers are going to throw a fit. That shirt barely covers the girls."
    I smiled, looking at her through the mirror in front of me, and just shrugged my shoulders. I knew she was right, but I didn't care. "You should wear those hot pink shorts on the pillow over there, with the white strapless shirt and those cute white pumps with the pink underneath them. The white shirt will bring out your tan."
    Hailey picked up the outfit and held it up to herself in the mirror, "Yeah, I think you are right. I do look pretty hot in those pink shorts."
    Hailey was gorgeous. She was tall with long blonde hair, dark olive skin, dark blue eyes and flawless skin. I never could understand why she felt so insecure about herself.
    After Hailey and I finished getting ready, we made our way downstairs to start greeting everyone arriving for the surprise party. We had our next-door neighbor Jimmy have everyone park in his parent's driveway. Hunter and my brothers would think it was Jimmy throwing the party. Around six-thirty, I got a text from Hunter saying they would be there a little after seven.
    Wondering why Dominic was not here yet, I sent him a text to find out where he was. I didn't want him ruining the surprise by showing up late.

    Me – 6:36pm: Where r u?

    Dominic – 6:38pm: on my way stuck in traffic

    Me – 6:40pm: text me when you cross the bridge

    Dominic – 6:41pm: I'll be there by 10

    Me – 6:42pm: Y so late?

    Dominic – 6:44pm: Traffic

    Of course, he was going to be late; he would be late to his own damn wedding. I