I watched the warm water rush down my body like an exotic waterfall. I had forgotten how much I loved the feel of warm water against my skin. When I was finished, I pulled on my black sweater and a pair of jeans. It felt so good to be clean. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this clean. I threw my backpack over my shoulders which was filled with clean clothes, a toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, soap, and some useful weapons and silently began to make my way into the night.

"You're going to look for him, aren't you?" someone said from behind me. I flipped around and could faintly make out a dark, silhouette figure walking toward me. He had long, blonde hair that flowed across his forehead like a surfers. The end of his hair swept perfectly to the left side of his glasses.

"I'm going to find him," I corrected. "And if you're going to stop-"

"I'm not going to stop you," Jack interrupted. "And I'm not gonna tell."

"But you hate Drake-" I started.

"Drake makes you happy and if you're happy, I'm happy," he replied. I grabbed Jack by the shoulders and pulled him into a warm hug. "And I see the way he looks at you," he continued. "He really does care about you, you know."

"I love you Jack," I whispered.

"I love you too," he answered simply.

I don't know what time it was when I arrived at Coates Academy, but it was late. A high, waning gibbous moon glistened above, bestowing a very dim light upon the school. It was a cool, windy night; the swaying trees and rustling of leaves could be heard, but not seen as the encompassing darkness blotted out all, but the faintest light. Suddenly, I heard a loud rustle in the bushes from somewhere nearby.

"Who's there?" I called. Nobody answered, but the rustling continued, growing louder by the second until it was only a few feet away. "I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it."

"I know," someone answered. I watched as a tall figure came into view, illuminating under the moonlight. He had long, matted blonde hair that flowed across his forehead just like Jack's, but this person didn't have glasses. He had eyes as black as night eyes that occasionally turned blue and a smile that reminded you of a deadly, vicious shark.

"Drake," I cried. I ran over toward him and slapped him across the face. I felt his muscles tense, but then he relaxed them as I pressed my cold lips against his. I slipped my arms around him, feeling his body fit perfectly against my own, knowing that nothing could ever be better than this moment right now. We stood like this for what felt like hours until I had to stop to catch my breath. I grabbed his hand and lead him toward the front of the school where we laid down under the stars.

"So, how have you been?" I wondered.

"I'm a mess," he admitted. I waited for him to say something else, but he seemed to be lost for words. I gazed up at the beautiful sky; an illusion is what people in the FAYZ called it. Then suddenly he said, "I should have never left you."

"Its ok-" I began.

"No. Its not," he disagreed. "Leaving you was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I've been so lost without you." I smiled at him and he returned the smile weakly. I laid my head on his chest and continued to stare up at the stars.

"You weren't the only one you know," I replied softly. "I spent the past three months locked in my room. I was cold, weak, and heartbroken." He started stroking my hair with his one good hand and leaned down and pressed his lips against my forehead.

"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I never want to loose you," he muttered.

"You won't," I promised. "You won't ever loose me again."

I moaned softly from the tapping sunlight against my face, wondering how long I'd been asleep. I blinked, shut my eyes, and blinked again. I yawned, managing to fully open both eyes. I looked over to my right to where Drake had been curled up at my side last, but saw nothing but concrete. I slowly got to my feet and began calling his name, but after hours of searching I had to accept the fact that he was gone and wasn't coming back. I took a seat on the concrete where we had slept and put my head between my knees. I burst into tears and rocked myself back and forth until I was wiped out from crying.

"It's time to forgive and forget," my concise instead.

"But I don't want to forget," I replied honestly.

"He's moved on, so why can't you?" it asked.

"Because I think I might be in love with him," I said quickly. I never thought that I could fall in love at only fifteen, especially with a psychopath, sadist like Drake. I was so lost, so confused that I wasn't thinking straight. Love? What even is love? It certainly wasn't this, but could it be true? Did Drake actually move on? I took a deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth while I considered all my possibilities.