I am soooo sorry, Scott-lovers. I don't blame y'all for being mad, because he's superfine. I just wanted to give people a reason to carry on reading, because I really thought it was boring. Thanks for the reviews, guys! I really appreciated it (except the negative ones, sorry). Hope you keep R&Ring. And please tell me a few changes you'd like to make or things you'd like to add. I really want y'all to love it. And if it gets lame, please let me know.

(Charlie's POV)

"He passed away last night."

The words echoed in my head. It wouldn't sink in. I didn't want it to. In fact, even Iam praying this is just a sick practical joke. It has to be, I mean, Scott's always joking around.

"A few men broke into his house," Brenigan said, a slow, sad tone in his voice, "They molested his sister, Scarlet. Sick bastards!"

I could hear Mo crying. I died a little inside. Scott was such a great guy, but I constantly gave him the cold shoulder, because I had a silly little crush on his girlfriend. He didn't deserve that. And he certainly didn't deserve to die.

"They tried to kill her, but Scott fought them, after he heard her screaming while he was in his room," Brenigan continued, "But they shot him and got away. I'm really sorry."

Even Brenigan was on the verge of bursting into tears.

"What about Scarlet?" Stella said, being the least upset, but still sad, out of all of us, "Is she alright?"

"She hid in the bathroom," he answered, "She had locked it from the inside."

I felt a tear slowly roll down my cheek. Mo had her face covered in her hands, and I could her how upset she was; the pain was never-ending for her. Olivia was also crying, and even Wen and Stella shed a few tears. We really got to know Scott over the summer.

"I'm really sorry, kids," Brenigan said, "Take all the time you need."

"I don't want time!" Mo yelled, her beautiful face drowned in tears, "I want Scott back!"

She suddenly looked confused with herself, "I'm so sorry, I just-"

She continued crying. I hated seeing her like this. She was happy with Scott. Why couldn't it be Ray, or Jules, or any of the other douches instead? He was 17! He had his whole freaking life ahead of him! So many dreams, so much that could have happened. And these sick assholes take it all away from him! And Scarlet, they took her brother, her dignity. And me. I treated him like shit.

By the time we left Brenigan's office, second period was already over. Everyone was rushing to class, and I could barely see where I was going. Everything was a blur. Fuzzy, dream-like. BAM!

Now I'm awake. I had walked straight into Mia, the girl we met earlier.

"I'm sorry," she said, in her soft, sweet, almost animated voice, "I'm kind of a klutz, in case you haven't noticed."

"That makes two of us," I said, making her giggle.

We stood up. She kept running her fingers through her long, black curls.

"Charlie, right?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"You guys didn't tell me y'all were in a band. And a very…..influential one, too."

I said nothing. I studied her for a while. She's very petite and short, about 5 ft 1, and her eyes look like two sparkly dark chocolates. She had an innocent feel about her; she seems angelic, like she can't hurt a fly. She had tanned skin (being Armenian and Italian or something), and wore a white shirt and a denim mini skirt. On her shirt it said:

R.I.P MJ

(Picture of Michael Jackson)

29 August 1958 – 25 June 2009

Gone Too Soon

The word 'R.I.P' and the 'Gone too soon' stood out to me. It made me think about Scott even more.

"You okay?" she asked, "I heard about your friend. I really am sorry."

"Yeah, it wasn't your fault," I said, "I feel really bad."

"Why?" she asked, looking interested, "Was it your fault?"

I could tell she wanted to take those words back a split second after they exited her mouth.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright," I said, "I just…. He was such a great guy and he….I was a jerk to him just because I was jealous. Now I can't even say how sorry I am."

"I've been there," she said, staring at the ground.

"You have?" I asked. Before I regretted bumping into her, but now I wanna keep listening to what she has to say.

"I had this sister, Anaia," she said, "She was a year older than me, and I was always being compared to her. She was pretty, smart, NOT socially awkward; everything I wanted to be. My parents were always like 'You should be more like Anaia!' and 'Dancing isn't a real career! Why can't you be realistic like your sister?'I hated it."

"I know what that's like," I said, trying to comfort her. She looked like she would start crying any second. Too much tears for one day. But then again, I'd feel the same way if something happened to Tommy.

"We never got along," she continued, "We were constantly fighting, and the last thing I ever said to her was….it was 'I wish I would never see you again." And I didn't."

"How did she…" I started, "How did it happen?"

"I'm already late for chemistry. I really have to go," she said, "It was good talking to you."

"'kay, Mia," I said, still desperately wanting her to tell what happened to Anaia, "I'll see you around."

(Wen's POV)

This is my fault. Scott's dead because of me! I could have helped him.

"It's all my fault!" I yelled. Then I realised I said that out loud.

"What's all your fault?" Stella asked. We were on our way to History. Scott would have been with us right now if it weren't for me.

"There's something I need to get off my chest, Stell," I pulled into a small supply closet so we can talk in private.

"Oh….'kay…" she said, "Now tell me."

"Promise me you won't tell anyone, not even Olivia."

"But I-"

"Please!" I could feel my eyes grow shiny with tears.

"I promise."

"It's my fault that Scott's dead."

"What?" she looked like she had seen a ghost, "How?"

I started crying.

"He called me and said he can hear his sister screaming. He begged me to come over, but I didn't take him seriously! I could have helped!"

"It's not your fault, Wen," she said, pulling me into a hug, "I'm sorry you feel that way."

Stella was good at cheering people up, with her humour and outgoing personality. Stella was the only person I never took time to warm up to. We got along from the get-go. Stella was surprisingly good at comforting, considering she can be very insensitive towards other people's feelings. A little too good.

As we broke apart, our faces moved closer to each other. It felt as though there was a magical force pulling me closer to her, until our lips met.