Hi

Thank you to every one who read chapter 1.

And thank you also to everyone who wished me a speedy recovery - it'll be a 3-6 month recovery time but no more wrist brace so fingers crossed I'll be able to do a little more writing than I thought!

Anyways here is chapter 2!

I hope you like it and I'll be back with chapter 3 next week.

I'm off to see the brilliant Ed Sheeran at Wembley on Sunday so there will be an early update...or two...so keep in eye out :P


MJ just made it to the drop off zone in time to see Chrissie get out of her car.

"See you at 3.45 Jack!" She called back cheerily with a bright smile and a happy wave.

But the moment the car was out of sight MJ saw her face fall and her eyes grow sad again.

Suddenly Chrissie was back to the way she was weeks ago - she'd even gone back to wearing a turtleneck to ensure that the mystery scar on her neck was completely covered rather than trying to hide it behind her hair.

One look at her face told MJ that she wasn't happy at all but damn it MJ wasn't either!

This plan was supposed to be foolproof!

She'd warned Peter that they were supposed to sort their shit out and get back to normal or else.

Now she was looking at a best friend who actually looked worse for having Peter fully back in her life - however brief that moment had been.

Because MJ was certain beyond a doubt that Peter's master plan had worked - there was no reason why it wouldn't have.

Especially after MJ had spoken to Chrissie on Saturday morning and she knew that Chrissie was willing to forgive him in a heartbeat just to have her best friend back rather than go through the pain of being angry at him all the time.

She'd really thought that everything was going well so to get a text from her best friend asking her to meet her at the drop off zone so that she wouldn't have to see Peter had annoyed the hell out of her.

More than that - she was hurt.

Peter had promised that he would fix this and he hadn't.

That had hurt more than she thought it would and when MJ was hurt she got angry.

And she was going to make sure that both of those idiots knew just how angry she was about it!

She'd tried to get them to resolve it on their own but now it looked like she'd have no choice but to fix it for them.

Dude! What the hell?!" MJ threw her hands up in to the air in exasperation, shouting out to her friend the moment she stepped out of her car.

"Good morning to you MJ."

Chrissie's sarcastic response as she walked past her friend and in to the school building caused MJ's eyes to narrow in irritation.

"Not after that text it isn't. What the hell happened?! When I left on Saturday everything looked like it was going to be fine."

"Well it wasn't."

MJ snorted loudly in disbelief as she fell in to place next to Chrissie, making a note of the fact that she was heading straight towards her locker rather than heading towards Peter's where the group usually met up at the start of their day.

Even when the two weren't as close as usual meeting at Peter's locker remained part of their routine.

If she wasn't going then she was avoiding him, and Ned, on purpose. So something was definately up.

And MJ wasn't going to give up until she found out.

"Bullshit. I helped Peter come up with that plan so I know it was perfect."

Chrissie rolled her eyes at her.

"Pretty high opinion you have of yourself there MJ."

The bitterness in her tone was enough for MJ to stop in her tracks - Chrissie was happiness and light, not bitter and twisted.

Whatever had happened it needed to be fixed right now!

The role of dark and twisty had already been filled in their little group and she wasn't going to stand by and let Chrissie turn in to her.

There was only room for one and MJ wasn't planning on changing any time soon- this needed to be resolved ASAP.

Grabbing Chrissie's arm she dragged the protesting girl in to the nearest empty classroom and blocked the door.

"MJ! What the hell are you doing class starts in less than 10 minutes! Let me go!"

Chrissie tried to push past her but MJ stood firm, her arms crossed over her chest and her feet firmly planted on the ground, a determined look across her features which told Chrissie there was no way she was getting out anytime soon no matter how much she protested.

"Come on MJ I have a Spanish test first period."

"Well then you'd better talk quick."

Chrissie raised a curious eyebrow and leaned back against one of the desks, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at her friend.

"Ok since when did we become the kind of friends who did this?"

"Since you stopped talking to the one person who you could talk to about stuff like this."

"You really want to do this?"

"You and I both know I'd rather set my hair on fire than talk about this shit but it's gotta be done. Now neither of us are leaving this room until you spill - so you'd better start talking."

Chrissie threw her hands up in to the air in exasperation.

"Fine! But I don't know what you want me to say! You know the plan, you know what happened. I don't get why we're talking about this!"

"We're talking about this because something obviously went wrong. That plan was flawless and I know that you wanted to forgive Peter even without him pulling out all the stops to make it up to you. So I don't understand why you're here today trying to avoid him, acting like you want absolutely nothing to do with him anymore. It doesn't make any sense Chrissie."

"Well maybe some things don't need to make sense-maybe I just don't want to see him that's all."

MJ snorted in disbelief.

"Even when he was breaking your heart by ignoring you, you never went out of your way as much as you have today to avoid him. No something happened - and if I was to take a guess it has something to do with that."

MJ pointed her finger at the point on her neck under her turtleneck where her scar was and Chrissie self conciously began to pull at the fabric covering her neck.

"You've not worn anything to cover that for ages now all of a sudden you don't want to talk to Peter and you're wearing turtlenecks?"

"It's got nothing to do with that." She muttered but the way in which she couldn't look MJ in the eye told her everything that she needed to know.

MJ sighed deeply and left her post at the door to stand next to her friend.

"Tell me. Please. I want to help, I really do but I can't unless you let me."

Suddenly Chrissie looked up and MJ was shocked to see tears in her eyes.

There was such sadness, such fear there that even MJ felt close to tears.

"Pleae Chrissie, let me help you."

Chrissie studied her face for a second before nodding her head.

"Ok. I'll tell you what happened"