I acutally just realized that school is starting soon, and since I'm going to be in high school, I won't be able to update as much. So I'll make up for it by updating a lot with the few weeks I have left.

Enjoy chapter 2!

I ran and ran. As fast as I could. I ran down the huge staircase, aware of the security guards who were barreling after me. When I burst out the doors, I was face to face with a small group of paparazzi.

I wanted to scream. This runaway was going to be impossible. I hid my face from the flashing cameras and shoved my way through the crowd of paparazzi and fans.

I managed to break free. But the security guards were still after me. I ducked into an alley shortcut that I knew, and ended up on a thinly populated side street.

I kept on running.

I was so busy looking behind me that I rammed into someone right in front of me. I screamed internally as I felt the arms of the person grabbing my wrists. With as much force as I could manage, I broke free of the grip and sent my fist soaring to the center of the person's face. Then, I did the same to their stomach.

A second person was there. They grabbed my wrists firmly. My hair was all in my face, so I could hardly make out any characteristics of the two people.

Then I heard one of them, the one I sacked, moaning on the ground. "Not again!" He wailed.

Wait a second. I knew that voice. I flipped me head to get the hair out of my face.

"Billy?" I turned my head to look at the guy who was grabbing my wrists. "Casey?" Geez, what an embarassment I was. Punching one of my best friends and almost punching my boyfriend.

"Sammy?" Casey, exclaimed, equally shocked. "What are you wearing? What happened?"

"You know, my nose can only be realigned so many times," Billy muttered under his breath, remembering the time a few years ago when I had given him the same procedure at the mall. He staggered to his feet, pinching his nose to stop the flow of blood.

I turned back to Casey, who was focusing on my wardrobe with a surprised look. Suddenly, I felt horribly self-concious. Oh gosh. Now he's going to see how pencil-y and flat I was. Stupid Marissa and her stupid low-cut tank tops.

But the look on Casey's face wasn't disapproval. The shock wore off and a smile crept onto his face.

I was getting so distracted by Casey. I needed to remember that I was being chased by buff security guards with dark shades and those ear-communication things that they used at places like the White House and Fort Knox.

I managed to blurt out, "I was in a bumper car and then the car got all possessed and bam! Before I knew it I knocked those bratty teenagers right off the roof and I think one of them didn't make it on the balcony and might be dead and now those paparazzi and those security guards want to drag me into Juvie by my toenails and-"

"-hold on a second. Slow down, will ya?" He put his arms on my bare shoulders.

I tried not to get distracted by the warm feeling of his hands on my shoulders as I continued telling my story. "Can we get into your car or something? I just need to get out of here. They're going to find me!"

As if on cue, four or five paparazzi darted towards us, snapping pics. Casey quickly grabbed my hand and took me towards his car.

"What about me? Guys? I'm not holding up very well!" Billy complained through his plugged nose. "Guys?" He chased after us.

I hopped into the passenger seat of Casey's silver Infiniti. Casey took the wheel and Billy climbed in the back, still complaing about his bloody nose and the front seat being "his seat and his seat only".

"Okay, where to?" Casey fired up the engine.

"I don't know!" I exclaimed all panicky. "Just lose them!"

"Um, Casey? I hope your seats are blood-proof, man. This is not pretty," Billy said cautiously. It was a good thing he was being cautious. For some reason guys always got really possessive of their cars.

I turned around and faced my goofiest friend. "I'm really sorry, Billy. Really! I didn't mean too. It was an instinct. I panicked!" Wow. Panic really was the theme of tonight, wasn't it?

"It's cool. I'm used to it." Unfortunately, he was right. This wasn't the first time I had punched him.

Casey's eyes were darting around as he kept an eye on the paparazzi and the other eye on the road. "So tell me again why you're being chased by paparazzi?"

I took a deep breath. "I think I accidently just killed someone."

"How can you accidently kill someone? And why do you accidently kill someone so often?"

"I don't know! It's like the world is out to get me or something. Like 'Hey! Why don't we make this girl's life hard. Just because. Come on. It will be fun!'"

He chuckled. "You're notorious," he simply stated.

"Hey! Where did all of the cars go?" We were pulling into an empty road, towards Sisquane, which was where his house was.

"Let's just say I'm sort of used to helping you get away. I've learned a few tricks."

"Do I really get into trouble that often?"

He laughed and shook his head. "More than you know."

"Hey, you can just drop me off here. I'll walk."

"Are you sure? We're really not that close, you know."

"Nah, it's okay. I don't want them to recognize your car when you go back to the main roads."

He raised his eyebrows. "Okay, if you want to."

"Thanks so much!" I turned to Billy. "And sorry again about the nose bleed thing."

"Hey, Sammy." Casey grabbed my arm before I turned to get out of the car. "Be careful. I mean it."

"I will."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Call me, okay?"

"Will do." He planted a short-but-sweet kiss on my lips and drove off into the night.

So I walked the opposite direction, my senses on full guard. I was a Sneaky Pete tonight.

Absentmindly, I thought of Marissa. I wonder what she was doing right now. Probably freaking out. I turned my phone on. About a million text messages and a trillion voice mails polluted the screen. I would call her later. I needed to put the pieces together and think about how I would escape this sitiuation.

Then, I really thought. I thought about how messed up everything was right now. Those pictures were going to be developed, and my face would light up newspapers from here to China. I needed to run away for a while. But how?

I knew just who to ask. I doubted he would be working at this hour, but it doesn't hurt to check, right?

To my surprise, the front door of the police station was open. As I walked in, I noticed the reception desk was empty.

I still continued through. Right to my buddy Officer Borsch's office.

He was sitting at his desk, looking at some papers. "Sammy?" he asked in a surprised voice.

"In the flesh."

"What are you doing here?"

"Um... this is kind of embarassing, but I was wondering if you could help me. As a friend. Please don't get mad or police-y or anything. I just need advice."

"What is it?"

I took a deep breath. "I was in a bumper car today, at the premiere party for that movie iSpy. The bumper car got a mind of it's own, and I knocked three celebrities off the roof."

His eyes were wide and shocked. For Officer Borsch, shocked eyes really meant something. Either you did something really stupid, or you did something really big. In this case, it was probably both.

"You know, that could give you at the minimum 3 years in juvenile detention."

"I know. I know," I pleaded. "But can you help me? Please? I didn't do anything, but I can't have the police looking into this. Just trust me. Please."

Officer Borsch took a deep breath, his belly bobbing up and down like it was in a bounce house. "Only because you're Sammy. And I know you, and I know you wouldn't do this sort of thing on purpose."

"Thank you!" I said with relief.

"I'm not authorized to say any of this stuff, but let's just talk hypothetically."

I nodded. "Hypothetically. Right."

"Ok, so say I, er, knocked three people off the roof. What I would do is drive up to the Canadian border. But I wouldn't go through Oregon and Washington. Those states are more heavily populated. I would go through Nevada and Montana and all of those states in that region. Then, I would show my face. Have the Canadian police call the American police. They'lll search all of Canada from head to toe, and that will buy you time to settle the whole thing down. You knocked down three celebrities, right? That's pretty bad. They're going to hire a huge team to find you. Fan money and all that. So be careful."

I nodded again. "I will. Thank you. I know how much you're risking by telling me all of this."

"I am. And I'll try to look into this business, okay? Clear your name. You just focus on getting away."

"Thanks so much! Wait a second, not to be rude or anything but why are you even in here so late?"

I saw someone walk in. I froze. A very familiar someone.

Heather Acosta, in her earring-studded, fire-headed glory.

"Officer, here's all of my records," she sing-songed in a voice that was thick and sweet as honey. What a fake. You're here because of her? I said with my eyes at Officer Borsch. He nodded slightly to answer my question.

"Hello, Sammy. It's nice to see you! Whatever are you doing here?" she asked, her voice plastic and fakey.

"What are you doing here?" I rasped through gritted teeth.

Officer Borsch sent me his tsk tsk look. "Now, Samantha, be nice. I was just filing Heather's release from juvenile detention. We're letting her go completely. She's responded quite well to the sentence," Officer Borsch explained.

What was he talking about? Heather still harassed me... of course, she harassed me when no one was looking and...

Oh dear God.

The tiger was getting released from the cage.

This whole time, Heather's got a fakey smile on her face that looks as if it's been plastered on with superglue. "Isn't that great, Sammy?"

"It's. Amazing." I manage to say.

Officer Borsch stood up from his chair. "Wow, it's great that you two are getting along so well. I'll leave you girls to chat while I go file these papers."

And right before my eyes, I've become an innocent spectator plucked from the safe stands of the circus audience and placed right in the center of the tiger's ring.

I could see it in her evil little eyes. It's Sammy-smashing time! she seems to be saying. But then I hear her actual words. And they're not very nice. What did I expect from her? Psh! Was I really supposed to believe that she had changed. Not on this planet, or in this millenium. Yeah, right.

She glares right into my eyes and says, "Nice going, slick. You landed yourself in juvie without any of my help at all. But it's a shame that you're getting away. That's okay. You won't make it very far. Those security guards will scour the world to find you. But I know where you are. And I promise you this: I will get you-"

I sucked in my breath softly as she paused. I tried my hardest not to let my fear show on the outside.

"-and I will kill you. That's a promise, Sammy Keyes." She cackled like the witch she was and immediately transformed back into the sickly-sweet phony when Officer Borsch walked back in.

"So, how was the bonding, girls?" He smiled warmly, still falling into the trap Heather had oh-so-carefully set up.

"Great! Real great! Wasn't it Sammy?" Heather grinned her sneaky Cheshire cat grin again.

I wanted to rat her out. Believe me, I did. But I didn't have proof. According to Officer Borsch, she was a "perfect little angel" now.

So I roughed it out and said through my teeth, "It was a blast."

Maybe I could get rid of her early on. She didn't know where I was escaping to, right?

Oh, how badly I wished it were true.