Chapter two! This has a lot of talking in it.

"Mhmm. Yep. Yep. 'Kay, I'll call you later. Bye."

Schuyler was busy trying to jam her key into the door of the Force Town house, with her phone being held up to her ear by her shoulder. She had been on the phone with Oliver who had just wanted to talk. She had a plan and she had to stick to it. The plan was: get in and get out.

She had to see if any of her University acceptance letters had arrived. She had sent her applications out while she was living with the Forces and had put her address as the Force townhouse. She had since then moved back to her own house on the corner if 101st and Riverside Drive and could not figure out why she hadn't received any letters yet.

She opened the door quietly and left it open for a quick exit. She scanned through the collection of envelopes on the table in the foyer but found only junk mail. The house was quiet and nobody seemed to be home. Schuyler made her way to the kitchen in hopes of finding something on the table or counters. As she rounded the corner into the kitchen she walked right into the one, the only, Jack Force.

"Breaking and entering are we?" He asked with half a smile.

"No. I have a key," Schuyler held her key up to his face.

"You seem shocked to see me. Did you think no one was home?" He said ignoring her first question and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"I was hoping no one was home," She stood awkwardly in the doorway.

He chuckled to himself and stood up.

"Come on in and sit down." He said as he ushered her into the kitchen and she sat down. "So, wh-"

She cut him off.

"Has any mail come for me?"

Jack slid a pile of envelopes across the table to her. They had all been opened.

"You've been reading my mail?" She said shocked. "You know that's a crime, right?"

"So is breaking and entering."

"I told you I have a key!"

"You've been accepted to NYU, Waterloo, Syracuse and three Ivy Leagues; Brown, Columbia, and Yale." He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.

"Oh my gosh," Schuyler was breathless.

"Where else did you apply to?"

"No where else."

"You were accepted to everyone you applied to?" Jack raised an eyebrow.

"I was accepted to every one I applied to," She said with a smirk upon her face.

"Impressive."

She smiled with satisfaction.

"Which one are you going to go to?" Jack said leaning forward on the table.

"I don't know," Schuyler stood up and began gathering up the letters

"I would personally go with one of the Ivy Leagues."

"That doesn't really help."

"Well which can you afford?"

"None really," She sighed and sat back down. "This is so overwhelming. We are graduating in less than four days and everything is just... there. It doesn't feel real. I... I'm not ready for this step in my life. I can't graduate. I don't even know what to do with my life. I have nothing, I have no one. No one and nothing," She sat back down and put her head in her hands. "I doubt I can even afford the tuition to any of these schools. My family is broke and I don't have a job. I knew I should have gotten a part time job or something. I'm screwed. I screwed my life over because I didn't get a job at McDonalds or Burger King when I had the chance."

Jack laughed out loud.

"What? You think this is funny? I'm never going to be able to get ahead in life. I'm going to be one of those people that pushes a Target shopping cart around the neighbourhood and carrying garbage bags full of pop cans so I can make enough money to buy food or something and - ."

"That wouldn't happen at all. I'm sure Charles would- "

"I don't want your money." She said coldly.

"You could get a loan from the bank."

"And pay it back with what? Rocks?"

"You could sell your house."

"Where the hell would I live then?" Schuyler threw her arms up in the air. "And besides it has been in the family for generations. If I sold it I would be... removed from the family tree."

"Who would remove you? You just said you have no family."

"Well, they would all probably come and haunt me and I'd get send to a psychiatric ward because I would complain that ghosts were following me cursing me for selling the house that has been in our family for generations, and no one would believe me."

Jack took a sip from his coffee mug. "Have a garage sale."

"I don't have a garage and if I sold the furniture and stuff inside the house that would be just as bad as selling the house itself."

"You don't need a garage to have a garage sale," Jack frowned.

"In my mind you do."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, you do. It makes more sense."

"Do you have an answer to every argument?"

"Do you have to ask so many questions?"

"Well maybe if you stopped answering them, I wouldn't have to ask more."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine," Schuyler crossed her arms.

"Fine," Jack did the same.

"Stop copying me."

"I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"You have no sense of humour."

"You are such a child."

"I'm the child? I am way older than you."

"Blue blood years don't count."

"Yes they do."

"No they don't. They don't seem to have an impact at all on you anyways, you make have been alive for how long? 300 years? But it has no impact on you at all. You still behave like a child."

"You behave like your 50 years old."

"I do not. That does not make any sense and shut up."

"Make me."

"Oh how mature. How about I throw something at you?"

"Now that is mature. Resorting to violence?"

"Sometimes that is the only way."

"Now who is behaving like a child?"

"Still you."

"No it's you."

"You are."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"Ugh!" Schuyler threw her arms up in the air. "Talking to you is pointless. You never get anywhere"

"Talking to you is the same."

Schuyler stuck her tongue out.

Jack bust into laugher and Schuyler did too.

"Really Sky? Sticking out your tongue? You definitely are the child."

"Jack, why is the door wide open?" Mimi said as she entered the kitchen with Bliss looking rather annoyed towing behind. "What are you doing here?" Mimi spat.

"Nothing, just picking up acceptance letters. I was just leaving," Schuyler stood up and made her way to the hallway.

Jack stood up. "I'll walk you out."

Mimi scowled and threw down her shopping bags on the counter. She walked over to the doorway and blocked Jack from going through.

"You. Don't. Have. To," She said through gritted teeth.

"Someone forgot their happy pills today," muttered Schuyler.

"I. Am. HAPPY."

"Really? It doesn't sound like it. You sound rather angry actually," taunted Schuyler.

"Get out," Mimi pointed towards the door.

"Gladly."

Mimi turned to Jack. "I want you to stay away from her. Avoid her like the plague. Or else."

"Or else what?" Jack asked. "You'll break up with me?"

"WHY IS EVERYONE OUT TO GET ME?!"

Bliss rolled her eyes and threw some bags on the counter. Jack shrugged and left the room.

As Schuyler bounded down the steps outside she could hear the distant clatter of dishes smashing against the wall and Mimi's angry shouts.