A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I built a fortress out of writer's blocks, but it soon came crumbling down. Here is the next chapter.

Fiona

I looked up at the boy who had ran into me. Before I could say anything, he asked a question. "What are you doing here?"

"Who are you?" I asked.

He looked stunned, "Right. I see, you must still be mad at me." He handed me the last book, "If you do not want to acknowledge me, then I will not acknowledge you. Goodbye." After that, he stood up and left leaving me standing there confused.

I went to my first class and sat down in a seat. Somehow, I started talking to some other girls and they accepted me in their group immediately. Hours later, at lunch, I sat with my new friends from my first class. They were mostly gossiping, but I was just glad to not be a loner.

"Did you hear Druggie is back?" One of them, Sam, said.

"Really? He should just stay with his gang and leave this school alone." Another, Carmen, replied.

I was confused, "Who is Druggie?"

The others pointed across the cafeteria; I looked around and saw who they were talking about. "Him? He ran into me just before first class. He seemed alright, there is no way he is a druggie."

"Those scars on his arms and face, where do you think he got them, Fiona." Sam asked.

I shrugged.

"He is apart of a gang and, when Rider does not give them what drugs they want, they beat him up." Carmen replied. "Now do you think he's 'alright'?"

I sighed, "Okay, if he is apart of a gang, then why is that kid hanging around him. I mean, 'Druggie' is what eighteen?"

"Wrong, he is fifteen." Sam said.

I did not believe them, but I let the subject drop. I just watched the two boys carefully as they ate, wondering who they both really were.

"Hey, Fiona. There is a football game tonight, you want to come?" Carmen asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, I will come. At what time?"

"Six o'clock."

"I will be there." I replied.

*Later that night: Six o'clock*

I arrived just as the game was starting, but I did not really pay attention to it. Instead, I tried to find my friends. They were around a bunch of other teens and I walked over to them. Immediately, they introduced me to the others. We all talked until one of the boys said, "They have Druggie cornered." I looked back at the field and realized the boy was right. Druggie was cornered and he just stood there, waiting. The boy, Druggie's only friend, stood twenty feet away, unmoving. Druggie balanced the ball on his foot then launched the ball straight up in the air. The boys surrounding him lunged forward just as Druggie kicked the ball. It went flying toward his friend, who kicked it and sent it backward to another player. That player let the ball hit the ground before kicking it into the goal. It was a pretty neat move, but I soon realized people only cared about the ones who make it into the goal.

The game continued for a while longer and our team eventually won. People were leaving now and I started to leave too. I walked past the locker room building and saw the team leaving, Druggie came out a few minutes later, though. I ignored him and continued walking to the parking lot to where my father was supposed to pick me up. I stood there for a while, everybody had left, and I heard laughter come from behind me. I turned around and saw four men coming toward me. I backed away a little, then they started running at me. I turned around and fled through the parking lot. I was faster than them, but what I saw up ahead made my heart sink. There was Druggie and his friend running at me. They are all in this together. These guys must be apart of Druggie's gang the others were talking about. What do I do? They continued to run at me and I veered to the left, trying to get away. I continued running, but I looked back when I heard a cry of pain. I fell to the ground, exhausted. What I saw confused me. Druggie and his friend was standing between me and my pursuers and one of the men was on the ground. Are they all apart of the same gang? Then, Druggie's friend started walking toward me and I started to run again.

"Don't run. I am not going to hurt you, okay." He said. Right, that is what they all say. I thought. He held out his hand, "Alex and I can get you out of here. Trust me on that."

I looked back at Druggie and the others and realized they were fighting. As far as I could tell, Druggie was winning. I looked back at the boy in front of me who still ahd his hand out. I grabbed it cautiously and he dragged me to my feet. We both watched the fight until it was finally over. Druggie walked back to us with a bruise on his cheek and a split lip. He looked at me, "Are you okay?"

I was shaking, but I nodded my head.

"Alex, I think we should walk her home. Look at her, she is in shock. Besides, she does not need to be out here while it is dark." The other one said.

Alex sighed, "Yeah, I know." He looked at me, "Who were you waiting on?"

"My father." I replied.

He nodded, "We will walk you home. Tom, you have your cell phone?" He nodded and gave Alex the phone. "Here," He handed the phone to me. "Call your dad. Before you say anything, the phone is made special and you will have service anywhere you go."

I nodded and called my dad. "Dad, where are you?"

"My car is broke down, but I will try to find somebody to come and get you." He replied.

"Never mind, some friends of mine are going to walk me home." I said.

"Okay, just be careful." He hung up the phone. I gave the cell phone back to Tom, "Thanks."

They both nodded. "We better get going." Alex said and we all started walking out of the parking lot.

I stopped in my tracks, "Alex." He looked at me, "I finally remember now."

He smiled, "I was wondering when you would."