Justin’s hand clenched around Ryan and dragged him across the footpath. "What is this?!" He hissed, his teeth clenched and he wrenched his glare over the girl. She was hot, that was a given. Her hair, black as night, tousled and short — evidently heat damaged and not nearly as silky as Summer's was. The top she wore was a dark concert tee vaguely to small, her breasts pulled up the shirt to reveal a portion of her tan stomach -- enough to tell her belly button was pierced and silver spiralling jewellery was hanging from the intended bodily damage. The two final pieces of clothing was faint blue cut-off denim shorts and mismatching forest green and neon yellow thong on each foot. And her eyes, icy pale azure irises stood out a mile. She had also painted her full plump lips a fabulous cherry red. She was the opposite of Summer and something Justin didn't really want anything to do with. She was the type of girl destined to be something bad and not have her parents be proud of her. "This is Baby." Ryan replied, swiftly moving his arm from Justin's grip and glancing over to Baby, her arms folded over her chest and she looked around exasperatedly -- evidently impatient. "The car?" Justin asked, looking over to the pale red old 1975 Camaro that leaked a stench of cigarettes, alcohol and peppermint from the winded down passenger window. Ryan shook his head, a loud laugh puffing from his lips. "Baby is your travelling partner. Look, she's a bit of nutcase. Well no, she's a <b>...</b>