Okay, so I finally broke down and had it all business aligned, I felt bad that you guys were pushing for it, so I'll just write it in center alignment. Fair enough? : P

Well I think so, so someone tell me if that's okay.

Ahh OMG! Michael Jackson! Inside thing… Our athletic director like yelled at me for saying something about how we should do something about Michael Jackson cause' he died and everything, and then he just like blew up! It was great. He is all like, "I refuse to have Michael Jackson brought into this school because he was a pedophile. And the only reason he didn't get caught was because he has millions and could buy people off." And then I like looked like I was gunna cry and it was pretty funny. Then he is all like "I'm so sorry Jenna, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but why did you like him?" But yeah. Sorry. Lol, Hailey though. Good times.

It wasn't that corny, there have been worse incidents! =P

But back to the story and such. I'm a bit sad. There were only like five or six reviews. I don't mean to be whiney or anything, but yeah. I'm just saying. But you guys are still loved in my small little town, oh and by my friends! : P Otherwise I would be like all sad, and a sad Jenna is pretty depressing, they would know.

I like got a bad grade on my science test and my friend thought she would have to like do something stupid to make me smile again. That's how bad it was! I know what you guys are thinking, but yeah. I'm just giving examples. But the grade wasn't even that bad. It was like a 70/100. Okay, so maybe that's bad, but my science teacher is a great guy, just not the greatest teacher!

Is it bad? Well whatever.

Oh and Savannah, you know who you are, thanks for all of your help with routines and stuff! I'm probably gunna add them in the next chapter or something. I don't know though. And also, thanks for answering all of my dumb questions. You will have to give me some good leos to use too! : P

Who else do I have to thank??? Mhm…

Oh yeah thanks diavoloduchessa for liking the bar scene! It was like the main focal point of the whole chapter, so I'm glad someone liked it!!

Itachi94, I'll try my best, but I can't promise anything. Sorry. I wish I could, but at the end of October a lot of my free time will be back, so I'll have more a chance to write. So let's hope the end of October comes soon. Not really, but you know what I'm getting at. But I'm glad you like the story and want to read more! It's a very nice compliment… I think.

Stacy thanks for your help as well! You'll have to give me some ideas for Leos and such. It's amazing that you are able to do gymnastics! Jealous! : P Oh and New York here I come! Lol… in 2011! : P

Oh and also Rebecca, I'm sorry, but like I said before I don't exactly have a lot of free time. Sorry. But how about I try to update like every weekend. Is that okay? Cause' I mean that's when I do most of my writing anyway, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal. Sound okay? Please say yes! Lol. And it's not that well written. It's actually really bad, but whatever. Thanks. I tried to make it fairly realistic.

Again, I know that people tend to read stories with more chapters, so I will try. But like I said above. Could it be like every weekend? Cause' I have no time during the week. It's all school, sports, family, and work. Do you get my dilemma? Sorry… Once again.

So, now that that is over, I'll get on with the story or technically chapter. But that's beside the point.

Sasha's chapter!!! Yay *does happy dance*

Chapter Three: Chemical Burn (inspired by my friend's story! Check it out!)

Wrestling with unwanted thoughts in my tired mind, I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. My dilemma with Emily had kept me awake. She just couldn't understand. I wouldn't let her understand. I would talk with her today though, I would fix this. It would be okay. It had to. It just had to.

Having driven all night, we were just passing the border of Massachusetts. Looking out my window, I saw the sun rising up from the west. Never really appreciating the sun, I watched it make its grand entrance into this messed up world. Creeping up on the world, I watched the sky turn from a deep orange, to a crimson, bright pinks and yellows, and then suddenly it was all over.

Everything was over in a heartbeat. It was just like gymnastics, one false move, and it was all over. Your career, your life, everything. Your life's work could be crushed in a second. Just like your heart.

Thinking of how true these words were, I quietly crept up three rows, nine seats to see the one person that made my life okay. That kept me sane. She would never know, and that is okay, but she didn't have to. If she was as perceptive as I ounce thought she was, she would have noticed by know.

Tip toeing forward, I reached her seat, expecting to find a peaceful girl, deep in sleep, but I saw my gymnast wide awake watching the sun rise. I wonder if she knew the double meaning of the sun rise too.

Sasha what the hell are you thinking? She is just a fucking child. She could never understand.

Before Emily could see me watching her, I fast walked back to my seat. But before I turned on my heel, I swore I saw her look at me. Mumble my name. But she couldn't have. She just couldn't have. Physically impossible for to notice me standing there. Watching her like the fucking pervert I am.

Sitting back down, I knew how true those words were, but yet how wrong they were too.

Yes, I did have Fe...Fe… I had something for Miss Kmetko, but I wasn't acting on those feelings, so as long as I didn't act I wasn't really considered a pervert, was I?

That's just it. I'm not.

Sasha you must remember the fine line between pervert and… and well friend.

Of course. I just have to remember that and I would be fine. I had to be fine. Emily Kmetko was the only thing keeping me here, if she left, so did I.

But nobody could know my ulterior motives. Damn, I needed a fucking shrink, or a stiff drink.

Stiff drinks. One more thing that Emily Kmetko had ruined for me.

Damn girl, I wish I could hate her, I really do. But I know I never could. I might fight and yell and scream my ass off, but I could never physically or mentally hate her… or be upset with her.

Kicking her out of my gym almost killed me the last time. That night she came to my trailer sopping wet, I thought I would die right then. My self-control was weak and my patience was low. Her, she, I… There were so many things wrong with that scenario, it wasn't even remotely right.

Then when she trusted me… She let me catch her, something changed between us.

The lines between coach and wanting to fuck her were already a bit blurry for me, but after that night… I just, she let me in.

Emily Chloe Kmetko let me, Sasha Belov in. I wasn't just someone that could leave her and she could get over it, but if I left, her perception of men would become even stronger.

That night, I hugged her a little tighter, held her a little longer. That night, I knew I was infatuated with her. I wouldn't be able to get my mind off until I fucked her brains out, but was it turning into something more?

Usually I can get over a person, distant myself, put up a wall, but with her it was different. We were… we were so much… alike. Yes, alike, she was me and I was here. Except I was a man where as she was a girl… my girl, my gymnast… my world.

Alright then, Sasha, somebody needs to get a grip on the fucking world. It doesn't revolve around you… Despite what you think.

And Emily isn't your girl.

The sun was up in the early morning, and everyone was waking up. Hearing the tired yawns coming from the front of the bus, I got up to stretch too, acting as if I as well had just gotten up. While in reality I had been up at 3:00 watching her sleep, not physically, but I imagined, or morning dreamed if you will.

Sasha, you must stop this. This sick thing you have going on in your mind, I thought grimacing inwardly. It really was sick. I had to get help. MJ would be at this event, maybe she could help me out.

But I knew subconsciously I would only be able to come when I thought of her. But whatever works I guess.

NO! Not whatever works. It's wrong.

I reminded myself for the millionth time.

We were about half an hour out of Boston, and would arrive very early. The girls would have time to un-pack and settle in before opening ceremonies.

As good of time as any to get everyone prepped and aware. Nah, I think they understand, they know what is going on. Even Em… Miss Kmetko understood. I wouldn't say her name, for if I did those beautiful eyes would appear in my mind and I would never be able to sleep.

Closing my tired worn out eyes, I saw a picture of her flash before my eyes. She was even haunting my dreams.

Lurching forward, I felt the bus hiss and roll to a stop. We must be there. Looking around it was basically just the parents and her left on the bus. But she seemed to not notice, now is my chance to talk to her. I quickly gathered my small duffel bag and fast walked up towards her seat. At the exact moment I reached her, the bus gave another lurch. She came crashing out of her seat.

Out of instinct I grabbed her before she could crush her butt bone. I couldn't stand to see my angel hurt. She looked up with a disgusted look on her face. Just like the look in the bar. I thought silently, something in my chest squeezing. But still, I could feel the worry come over my face. My eyes slightly bulging even more, looking her dead in the eye. She knew I was trying to place the emotions in her eyes. They always deceived her, or usually did. It took a certain talent to mask even your eyes, and Emily Kmetko was learning quickly. Before I could identify any emotions though a scowl came over her face ounce again, and she jerked away from me. Almost as if my hands were on fire, scalding her skin.

One thing ran through my mind as she exited the bus though: I had to fix this before Nationals. Before she went out there. She was already worried enough, that much I knew. Even if she wouldn't tell anybody.

After Emily left, I made sure everyone had everything off the bus, and then joined Kim on handing out room assignment. Emily wouldn't meet my eyes. But I could tell she felt my gaze on her at all times, she had that tiny blush she got when someone was looking at her for long periods of time.

It slowly came down to four girls: Payson Keeler, Kaylie Cruz, Lauren Connor, and Emily Kmetko. Being the nice girl that she was, Emily volunteered to be roomies with Laruen. Poor girl. Lauren was a bitch, and her father was worse. I knew that and I wasn't supposed to be prejudice being a coach. But every coach was.

I got my room assignment as well and lucky me it was right across from Lauren, Payson, Kaylie and Emily's suite.

Getting my room key I opted for the stairs. The elevator was already crowded and I couldn't stand being in that small of a space with Emily and not do anything. Self-control Sasha. My subconscious was working overtime and once again I needed to control myself. That's all it was, self-control, but self-control came easier said than done.

After walking up three floors, I finally made it to my room, it was nothing spectacular. I had a nice view, not that I would be able to enjoy it.

As the day wore on, painfully slow, I thought back to when things were simple. When I was a gymnast. The only thing I had to worry about was winning, training and fucking MJ, to keep her happy.

But I didn't have time, because the next thing I knew I had a coaches meeting down in one of the conference rooms. Time just flew by when you were having momentary flashbacks.

This time as I walked out of my room, I saw Lauren, Kaylie Payson and Emily tip toe out of their room. "Girls where do you think you're going?" I asked my voice coming out a bit mangled as I was buttoning up my dress shirt for the meeting.

They slowly turned around waiting for Emily their team captain to save them. She held a scowl on her face as she turned to address me, and I felt bad for calling them out on it. She mumbled something un-intelligible. I completely missed what she said and asked her to repeat it. "Tampons!" She yelled. I tried not laugh at the logic of her statement. These girls were gymnasts. They couldn't have their periods, and I would know if they did. As wrong as that sounded it was true. So instead I smirked at her, at Emily. At the horrible liar that was Emily Kmetko. "Alright, just tell me. What's in the bag then?" I said nodding my head in the duffel bag that Payson and Lauren were desperately trying to hide behind Kaylie's back. This time to my surprise Emily didn't speak. It was Payson. "Kelly Parker's head." She said softly.

"Okay, whatever. Just don't stay up to late now girls. Big day tomorrow. And Emily, if you have time met me for breakfast tomorrow morning, around 4:30 am." I said walking away giving each of the girls a stern but semi-playful look.

But my invitation to met Emily for breakfast stuck. Throughout the whole meeting my mind kept flashing to her dark, dangerous eyes. I couldn't believe that my thoughts were going to her eyes. They were just eyes. Used for seeing, and deciphering peoples emotions. I shouldn't be thinking of them, of hers. It's wrong, that phrase had been in my head a lot lately. But is there really a wrong or right for everything?

And on that note, I would like to end the chapter… I'm breaking the cycle though. The next chapter is going to be Sasha's again, cause' I need to finish some stuff. But on that reciprocity, what did you think?

It was really bad I know, and not much happened, but I figured you guys could use an early present on Halloween!!! Oh, Happy Halloween by the way! Halloween is like my favorite holiday, so yeah. What is everyone doing?

But back to the story… So as the chapter ended: Is there a wrong or right for everything?

I would love to hear your thoughts. And I'm sorry if this totally sucks, but please tells me. And tell me how to make it better!!!! Thank you! You guys know I appreciate all of the feed back!!

-Xoxo-

Jenna

P.S: Everyone should be happy… IT'S ALL IN ALIGN LEFT!!!!!! Thought everyone should notice that, so they can finally be able to read it in peace!!!