Disclaimer: I don't own MSCL, or any of its characters, but I might make up a few.

Summary: it's like, two months after the first episode, Angela is dating Jordan, and she also forgave Rayanne. Brian and Angela became better friends. Angela starts doing bad stuff, and hanging out with Jordan a bit too much. Eventually AngelaBrian like most my stuff.

Written in Angela's POV

CHAPTER 1

I'm sneaking out of my window to meet Jordan again. It's freezing, and I'm not wearing much, just some barrowed clothes from Rayanne. My outfit consists of a black tank top, a black mini skirt, and black high-healed shoes. I would me more scared of Brian looking out of the window and seeing me, if only I wasn't wearing all this black. Or If I didn't know that Brian went to bed at 11:00. Don't ask. I've been waiting outside 20 minutes, where is he. I'm about to go back inside when I am greeted by his headlights. I get inside his car and rub my hands up and down my arms to keep me warm. "You're late, I was getting cold."

He kisses me, a warm kiss. "You weren't getting worried?" he smiles.

I kiss him back, "Nope, just cold." He drives away and 10 minutes later we arrive at The Loft. It's a familiar routine, but this time before we start kissing more he talks to me.

"Ya' know, Angela, we've been going out for a while and…"

"And?"

"And it's not really…going anywhere…ya' know?"

"You want to break up with me?" I swallowed hard, expecting it to be something along the lines of yes.

"No. I just think we should, like, take it further"

I know what he means, but I just to play dumb. "What do you mean?"

"Like…sleep together."

Of course I'll sleep with you. "I don't know, I might not be rea—" He interrupts my fake decline with a long hard kiss. When I climb back into my bedroom I am a different person. I don't look, or feel any different, except for a tingling feeling all over, but I am.

I wake up, and I'm still tingling. I have to be at Brian's house in ten minutes, so I don't have to ride the bus. Brian has his license, and his parents bought him a car. Jordan knows that Brian and me are friends, and he doesn't mind Brian, so he lets Brian drive me to school. But he makes sure that Brian knows that I am his girlfriend. I still find all of that remarkable. Jordan Catalano, biggest one-night-stand in the school, is going steady with me. Just me, no one else. I take a two-minute shower, change, grab a granola bar, and head over to Brian's house. He's waiting for me outside of his car. "Your late," he says climbing into his car. He still thinks it's his duty to take care of me, so I give up and let him.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to set my alarm." I think he is taken aback by my lack of insults, because he pauses for a moment before starting his car.

"Are you feeling ok?"

"Yeah…yeah, I think I'm just a little drowsy form over-sleeping. Why do I look bad?"

"No! You look g…f-fine. You're just…different today." I think to myself, you have no idea. I want to tell him how different I really am. I want to tell him everything. But I can't. Something won't let me. So I don't. We ride in silence the whole way to school.

I find Rayanne and Ricky in the halls and drag them into the bathroom without a word. "Whoa, Angelica, what's up?"

I lean in and whisper to them: "I slept with Jordan."

Rayanne practically screams, "He de-verginized you!" She was ecstatic, but Ricky looked more concerned.

"When did this happen?" he holds onto my wrist.

I look down at his hand, kind of confused at his action. "Last night…" I look over at Rayanne to share a glance, but she is jumping around, grabbing random people by the shoulders.

"Did you tell Brian?" Ricky is acting strange.

"No, why would I?"

"Well he's your friend, isn't he?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I have to report to him every ten seconds."

Rayanne jumps in, "Are you serious!"

"Yes, Rayanne, I am." I turn my attention back to Ricky. "Why do you care if Brian knows?"

"Well, he's the same, if not more, of your friend then we are."

"OK…well why do you care?"

"I don't…really. I was just thinking."

"OK…I have to go to class." I kiss them both on the cheek and head to class. Oh no. I have this class with Brian. I see Brian in the hall; he smiles at me. I fake a smile back. We get to the door at the same time. Of course, he waits, and lets me go in first. I fake another smile, say "thank you," and sit down. He sits down next to me.

"So," he says, "What's up?"

"Brian?" I look at him with a serious face, and his smile turns into a frown.

"Yeah?"

"I need to ask you something…after school."

"OK. Are you OK?"

"Yes. I'm fine." I don' say it in a rude tone. It's more of a quiet tone. He doesn't say anything else, and then class starts five minutes later.

When I see Jordan in the hall I fall into his arms. He hesitates, before petting my head. He pushes me away a little so he can talk to me. "Hey, my band is gonna practice at The Loft later. Want to come?"

"What time?" I ask, making sure it's not right after school.

"Five."

"OK. You can pick me up at five."

"Why don't we just go somewhere after school?" he smiles at me.

"I have something to do after school." I don't smile back.

"OK. Do you need a ride?"

"I have a ride."

He steps away from me, not smiling anymore. "OK. See you at five."

"Yo Catalano!" one of his minions is calling him.

"I got to go." He walks away, so I walk to my next class.

After school I see Brian standing by his car. I get in without acknowledging Brian. Brian got in quickly after me. "You wanted to tell me some thing?"

"Yeah. Um…is there any reason…that you might not like me dating Jordan?"

He paused, "Um…no, no of course not." He put on a fake laugh for me.

"Are you sure? Like maybe you're telling Ricky something that you're not telling me."

He looked almost insulted. "What would I tell Ricky that I wouldn't tell you?"

"I don't know…something about me." He looked down at his hands on his lap. "Brian?"

"No…no, of course not." He gave me a weak smile. I returned it with an equally weak smile.

"OK. Lets go." The rest of the way home we made minimal conversation about bands we didn't like, and cafeteria food. When I got home an angry little sister greeted me.

"Why does Angela get to go out all the time? She doesn't even have to show you her homework before she goes!" Danielle screamed across the house.

"Be cause, I don't have to drive her." My mom, Patty, said screaming back as she walked to the front door. She smiled at me. "How was school sweetie?"

"Um…good, great."

"That's good."

My sister came prancing up to me. "Are you cheating on Jordan with Brian? Because your in his car a lot."

"Of course not Danielle. Besides its none of your business."

"That means you are," she said as she skipped away.

"Yeah well you were adopted," I screamed back at her.

5:00 came and Jordan picked me up. We didn't kiss when I got into the car, because my mom could see us. When we got to The Loft I was the only girl there, which was a surprise. Usually there were a lot of temporary girlfriends there. There was no practicing while I was there, just arguing, and throwing fits. By 6:00 we were all lounging around. I was lying on Jordan. He passes me a bottle so I drink out of it. I choke, "Ew, what is this?"

His minions laugh. One of them says: "Keep drinking, you'll figure it out." Those are the last words I hear clearly for the rest of the night. People keep handing me bottles, and at one point someone hands me a pill. He tells me not to swallow it. I don't know what it is but I do what he says anyway. I stumble out of Jordan's car at 10:00. It's not unusual for me to get home at 10:00 so I don't worry. Jordan drives away, and I see Brian taking out the trash. He can obviously see I'm tipsy. I think he asks me if I'm right, and I answer with some rude or sarcastic remark. He pretends he needs a book from me and walks me to my room. He gets me into my bed, then turns around to leave. I think I tell him something like he's my best friend, and I love him. He knows that it's just the alcohol talking, but I'm not so sure.

I guess Brian set my alarm because it wakes me up, blasting in my ear. I have a screaming headache. I'm wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I take a 20 minute long shower, change into very comfortable clothes, take some Motrin, and skip breakfast. When I cross the street Brian's is waiting by the passenger side of his car. He opens the door for me. I get in without saying thank you. He closes my door very lightly, and does the same with his door. "I'm guessing you don't want to talk about it," he practically whispers. I don't say anything. "I'll just take that as a yes."

"How do know so much about hangovers?" I ask him.

"Even though my parents are old, they still have parties." He pulls into the school parking lot, which I am not ready for today.

"Can we go somewhere else?"

Brian turns off his car and looks at me. "You want to skip school?"

"Please? I don't want to go in there."

He starts his car. "Fine. Where do you want to go? Do you want me to take you to your house?"

"No, my parents might come home."

"Well then where do you want to go?" I look at him, knowing he can read my eyes. "No, we can't go to my house."

"Why not, your parents won't be home."

"That's not the point."

"Yes it is."

"No. If your parents see my car, they'll know something is up."

"Then park it in the garage." He looked at me. I made a subtly helpless face. He looks at me, and I know I win.

"Fine." He drops his hand on the dashboard.

"Ow loud!"

"Sorry." We drove to his house in a peaceful scilence.

Ok, that was just chapter one. R&R. If it sucks, do tell.