Hoping you guys are liking the sequel so far! I won't be writing as fast as I did with the last one, trying to focus more on my school work. Well hope you enjoy the next chapter! Please comment!

Chapter 2

Isaac caught me the next morning before school. "Hey wanna go race'n after school?"

"Sounds great." I muttered, not really paying attention. The night before I had really paid attention to my parents. My dad had seemed to shy away from the windows and he went to bed at like nine, even before the game was over. My mom was always staring at me now, like she was waiting for me to do something. "Hey could I ask you something?"

"What?" He asked, mouth full of the apple he had just bitten.

"Do your parents ever act, like… weird?"

He just stared at me for a second, "Who's doesn't, man?"

I sighed, slightly annoyed, "I mean like staring at you all the time, shying from windows…"

Isaac cocked an eyebrow, "Shying from windows?"

I shook my head, "I swear my dad was avoiding the windows, it was really weird."

He was silent for a minute, "I don't know about that but the staring at you thing is probably just, like, single kid syndrome." He grinned and sang, "You're their baby."

I pushed him with one arm, I didn't think I pushed him that hard but he ended up flying into the lockers, knocking over this girl who was innocently walking down the hall way. Everyone in the hallway started laugh.

The girl got up quickly, grabbing her books and cussing at Isaac before storming off to the safety of her clique. Isaac got up slowly, rubbing his shoulder he had hit the lockers with. "What the hell was that!?" He roared, not really that angry, more embarrassed.

I shrugged, "I don't know, what was that? I barely hit you…" I grinned. "Just proves my point you're too scrawny."

"Shut it Johnny." He muttered.

Out of the laughs around us one seemed to stand out, I glanced over and saw Mandy up against the wall, books in one hand and the other covered her mouth as she giggled at my cousin. My heart skipped a beat, just like it had every time I was near her for the past year. She smiled and walked up to me. "Why are you boys so mean to each other?"

"I didn't do anything!" Isaac complained. "Incredible Hulk here was the one that almost threw me through the wall!"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but notice Mandy was eyeing my structure. "You're crazy, string bean." Was all I said in response to my cousin, not looking at him.

Mandy looked like she was about to say something to me but she paused, glancing down the hall way. I followed her eyes and saw her boyfriend, Nate, striding towards us. He had an obvious glare across his face but as he got closer it became a grin. I glanced at Mandy and she had plastered a smile on her face. There was something in her eyes, worry?

"Hey Mandy," Nate came up and placed an arm around her, kissing her temple. I felt myself flinch. Nate looked at me; I was clearly a head taller than him and definitely more muscular. Wasn't a doubt in my mind which of us would win in a fight.

"I'll see you later Mandy." I muttered, walking towards my first period.

"Bye John, hope you're shoulder feels better Isaac." She replied in a light voice.

I chuckled and Isaac scowled.

My first period was a study hall, thank God because I was in no condition to focus on anything. I sat where I always did, in the back row with my friends Alec and Becca. I tried to do my homework but my mind wouldn't focus. I kept seeing the scene in the hallway flash over and over in my mind. The cocky grin on Nate's face as he placed an arm around Mandy. The look of worry in Mandy's eyes as Nate approached. My hands trembled, I had a strong urge to smash Nate's skull into the wall.

I shook my head, what's come over me? I've never been a violent person until all of a sudden. Now I was flinging people across the hall and fighting the urge to smash people's skulls.

"Johnny?" Becca's voice brought me back to reality. She had a concerned look on her face. "You ok? You don't look so good."

"I'm ok," I muttered.

She put her hand against my forehead, "Holy hell, Johnny, you're burning up!"

I shrugged, "I feel fine."

"No Johnny, I've never felt someone so hot." Alec let out a perverted snort next to her. Becca scowled but turned back to me. "You need to see the nurse."

I shook my head, "I feel fine, Becca."

Just then our study hall supervisor, Miss Oostman walked by, she was one of the youngest teachers at the school, fresh out of college. She was practically a student herself. "Are you not feeling well Jonathon?"

"I feel…"

"Feel his forehead!" Becca exclaimed. I had the sudden urge to growl at her. Growl?

Miss Oostman placed a delicate hand against my forehead and gasped. "You need to see the nurse! I'll write you a pass." As she walked away I shot a death glare at Becca.

"Hey," She put her hands up in defense. "You'll thank me when you get home and you start hurling all over the place."

I didn't say anything to her as I collected my books and left the room, Miss Oostman's note in hand. I went to the nurse's office as directed. Maybe my fever was an explanation for my violent temper.

The nurse nearly fainted after she took my temperature. Her face went pale white and she quickly dialed my house, calling my mom to pick me up. She said I was in no condition to drive myself home.

The nurse whispered some stuff to my mom when she arrived. My mom nodded, "I'll take him, don't worry. Thank you."

"You'll take me where?" I asked, getting into the passenger seat of her car.

"She wants me to take you to the doctor, I think we'll just wait and see how you're doing." Her face was expressionless as she drove silently.

"Well what was my temperature?"

She didn't answer right away. "You don't need to worry about it." Was all she said.

I went upstairs to my room as soon as I got home and lay down on my bed. I didn't realize how exhausted I was. I ended up falling asleep and didn't wake up till I heard my dad get home.

I got up and headed down the stairs. My mom was conversing with my dad in the kitchen when I got there. They stopped their conversation when I came in.

"How you feeling?" My dad asked.

I shrugged, "Same as I did this morning, absolutely fine."

My dad only nodded. He wandered off to go shower and change. My mom was cooking dinner, there seemed to be more food than normal. "Who's all this food for?" I asked.

"Your Uncle Seth and Aunt Renee are coming over for dinner." She responded simply. My Uncle Seth had married this girl he met on a trip east to see some friends. Renee came back with him and they got married right away. I thought it was kinda odd but no one else did.

My mom was chopping some onions, moving the blade swiftly. I moved around her to the fridge and grabbed the jug of apple juice to hold me over till dinner. All of a sudden I heard my mom gasp. I spun around and saw that she had cut herself badly with the knife. She wasn't staring at her wound though, she was staring at me.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, I turned around and grabbed a paper towel. She quickly grabbed it from me and turned her back.

"I'm fine!" She replied in a light voice, "Don't worry."

"Mom, that was a bad cut, you're probably gonna need stitches." I reached for her wrist, catching it. She held it firmly against her stomach, out of my view, but I was stronger than her. I pulled her hand out of the paper towel. Her finger and hand were stained with her blood but on her finger the only mark was a long pink scar. "Mom?"