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horrifically dub step. I wasn’t much of a fan of DJ Ducky anyway, but he was playing at Bay Fest so on the playlist he went.
    At least Hamish was having a good time. He’d been bouncing his head and shoulders along to the music for the whole trip, tossing fruity candies into his mouth from a packet on the dash for the past couple of hours, so obviously he was enjoying the music, at least. Except for that one song.
    My playlist consisted of Academy of Lies, Fat Bottomed Girls, The Himbos, Lexie De Graff and a bunch of other artists we'd be seeing live over the weekend. I was looking forward to it, but the way things were going…
    My forehead creased with concern as I watched them through the rear view mirror, took in Mads’s tightly crossed arms and the way Nikki had practically pressed herself against the door, as far from the sleeping rhino as possible.
    So far, this was not the trip I had planned.
    There had been nothing of interest to see for the last couple of miles of highway, save for the odd homestead. The closer we got to the shore, however, the more the grass changed from parched yellows and browns to lusher, healthier looking vegetation.
    I watched in a zoned–out stupor brought on by the long, boring drive as a rest stop appeared on the horizon and, slowly, over ten minutes or so, became larger and larger until we passed it straight by.
    Wait. No, we weren't passing it by. I blinked myself awake as Hamish pulled into the slip lane off the highway and rounded the parking lot. He pulled the car in beside a pump and switched off the engine so suddenly that the song ended in deafening silence, mid–shriek.
    Without a word, Hamish opened his door with a loud creak and slammed it shut after him.
    Mads sat bolt upright and looked around, disoriented.
    The three of us sat in silence for a moment.
    "You guys need to go?" I asked.
    "Yeah I probably-"
    "Better take the oppor-"
    They both stopped and exchanged suspicious glances. Mads sat back in her seat and crossed her arms again.
    "No thanks," she said, "I'm fine."
    Nikki watched her for a moment, then unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out of the car. "Well I'm taking the chance while I've got it," she said, slamming the door behind her, leaving me alone with Mads. I grabbed one of Hamish's candies and threw it at Mads's head.
    "What is your problem?"
    "What's my problem?" Mads asked, livid. I knew she’d been holding back, but suddenly she let it all hang out. "Why did you invite her? What the hell were you thinking?"
    "I want you guys to get along."
    Mads shook her head. "Never gonna happen."
    "Why?"
    "Why?" Mads scoffed. "Why should I? Because she pretended to be your friend and then stole your boyfriend the second you weren't looking? Because she constantly threw it in your face that she was with Cam and you weren't, like you even needed reminding? Because every time I ever came into contact with her, she called me some variation of a slut? Which one of those reasons makes you think I could possibly be friends with her? She’s a bad person."
    Mads climbed out of the car and the whole vehicle shook when she slammed the door behind her. I jumped out into a wall of heat and scurried after her as the electronic bell above the sliding glass doors dinged as I entered.
    She was taking deep breaths in front of a small display of trucker caps and tee shirts, sunglasses and cheap make–up. She inspected a lipstick tester, painting a small spot onto the back of her hand.
    "I had it wrong about her," I said, "I've told you. I was the bee–yotch. She didn't deserve my crap. Or yours."
    "Uh–huh," Mads said, a response akin to having ignored me.
    "And whenever you guys were in the same room together, you were like a police dog on a meth dealer," I said.
    Mads gaped at me. "I was not . Are you serious right now?"
    I couldn't back down. I was moving into some shaky territory here, but I persevered. "You called her some really horrible things, too, Mads. You know you