Hello, sorry this is taking so long to update. I am very busy with school and my somewhat social life. I am posting this half that I have done of Chapter 3, and I will try to finish it within the month. (Yeah, sorry.)


The now pink dog whimpered in Gemma's arms. It was obviously a stray, it was emaciated and unkempt. No one would miss it. Then why did she feel so bad?

"Help! Somebody, please!" She screamed. "Help."

No one was coming, she had to take matters into her own hands. She whispers a 'sorry' to the dog and ventures off to find cell service or help. She comes across a rusty metal gate, that she assumes belongs to the cemetery. She trudges in snapping a heel off of her shoe. It doesn't matter now. She takes them both off and starts running.

"Hello? Can someone help me? I hit a dog! Help!" She spouts.

The lighting was pathetic, a bulb burst as she walked by making her jump. She no longer could see anything. Yet, Gemma was determined to save this dog. She kept calling out, feeling around the graveyard. Then there was a hand on her shoulder. She quickly whipped around to face the stranger. Whoever he was, he was tall. Her eyes were level with his collarbone. Then, the figure spoke.

"Gemma?" She recognized that voice.

"Isaac? Isaac, I need help!" She gushed latching onto his arm. He hissed in pain, the groaned a response.

"Yeah, so I heard. Where is it?"

Gemma grabbed Isaac's hand and pulled him toward her car. She tries to help him get in in the backseat, but she just keeps sobbing.

"Get in the back and hold his leg, try to stop the blood flow. Sorry about your car." He tells her while turning the key in the ignition. Gemma tosses her heels in the ditch, crawls into her own backseat and does what she's told.

~O*O*O~

"Hello?" Gemma yells as she pounds on the glass door. "I hit a dog, I-I think it's dying. I need help!"

Very shortly after, a man in a white coat unlocks the door and rushes the two teens in. He takes the dog, on a rolling cart, into a back room. That leaves Gemma and Isaac, alone and covered in blood.

"I'm sorry I-" They both started.

Gemma quickly blushed and look away. "I'm sorry I didn't go to the dance. I mean, you must hate me. I invited you, and then I don't even show up. Believe me, I would have. It's just... something came up." He explained. Then, swiftly added, "Not that I'm making excuses!"

"It's fine, Isaac. I understand. You have a job. Thank God you do. If you weren't there, I'd probably still be crying over the body of a dying dog." That's when she noticed it. A split lip, bloody and swollen. "Oh my God. Isaac, what happened?"

His hand went instinctively to his lip, "No-" He began.

"Don't say nothing!" She whispered menacingly.

"I got bit." He spewed. It was the first thing that popped in his little head. His stupid, stupid little head.

"Oh." Gemma tried to hide her disappointment. He was with someone else?

"Gemma, that's not-"

"It's fine. I mean, it was just a dance. We were going as friends anyway. And mystery girl, or guy, shows up. You like them more than just friends. I understand."

"I didn't-" ask you out as just friends. The words died before they reached his lips. She was gathering herself up, preparing to leave. Isaac stood up with her, peering over her shoulder as she wrote on a sticky note pad.

"Had to leave.

Will stop by tomorrow. Thanks.

~Gemma Walker"

"Where are you going?"

"Isaac, where do you think I am going? I am drenched in rain and blood. My shoes are broken, and a little chunk of my soul is too. I feel and look gross, and I want a long hot shower. I am going home." Gemma remarked.

"Oh, I uh... I kinda need a ride back to work." The boy stated shyly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. Sure, come on."

They both made a run for the car. Gemma had the key in the ignition as she heard a clunk! Her head snapped over to the passenger's seat where Isaac had hit his head on the door frame.

"Your car is so small." He muttered.

"Well, you aren't a very small guy."

~O*O*O~

The car ride was mostly silent, except for Gemma occasionally glancing at Isaac and giggling at him. Her mind kept replaying when he hit his head. When she pulled up to the gate; Gemma remembered her shoes lying in the ditch and awkwardly retrieved them. Isaac laughed when he realized she had been barefoot throughout the whole event. After a few minutes they went their separate ways and Gemma went home to take the shower she desperately yearned for.

Gemma was planning on being completely focused on her schoolwork after she took her simmering shower. She'd found that Chemistry was as hard as it was boring, and Mr. Harris' snark led to a severe aversion towards the class. However, she'd gotten a call from Stiles saying that Lydia was in the hospital and she rushed right over.

When she arrived in the waiting room, Stiles was nervously standing by a recumbent vending machine. The boy looked anywhere other than the snack dispenser when she approached.

"Hey, Gemma. Gem. My precious jewel." He rambled trying to be nonchalant.

Gemma purposefully looked over his shoulder at the machine. "Did you knock it over?"

"Wha- No! I mean, yeah, but it had it coming!"

The girl smirked and said, "Did you know an average of ten people die each year because they knocked vending machines over and it crushed them?" Stiles glanced at the fallen machine and gulped. "Anyway, where's Lydia?"

Before Stiles could reply, a blood curdling scream echoed through the hall. The pair burst into the hospital room along with a nurse and a man, that Gemma assumed was Lydia's dad. She was shocked to see the shower running and a window open. Lydia was no where to be seen.


Well, sorry it SO SO SO long to update this one chapter, I am working on the next one. Just if you didn't know, I have a polyvore for this story and the link is on my profile. Hope you don't hate me for the wait, and I guess that's all!