ASDFGHJKL;', Trying to type this for the third time now. WHY DOES TECHNOLOGY HATE ME SO MUCH? Anyway, he's a chapter that is mostly from Clare's perspective, in which you find out a few things about her, and also get to view some people coughcoughabbycoughcough from a girls perspective. But, like three-fourths of the way through the chapter, it switches back to KC. Read on.

*Clare*

For the next couple of weeks, I found myself spending more time with Connor, and sometimes even Abby. Unintentionally, this had helped me learn more about KC. I learned about his sleeping around with a billion girls, and the fact that he hadn't had a stable relationship since high school. No one seemed to think there was a reason behind it, that KC was just doing it to be KC, to have fun. For some reason, I refused to believe it. I felt like there had to be something wrong, this wasn't KC.

"Three girls?" Somehow the topic of KC had slipped my lips yet again, "In one night? Why doesn't someone have him on a leash?"

"Like anyone could keep him away, he's crazy. But, it's whatever, Clare," Connor shrugged and sipped his coffee. "Do you remember bot wars?" He smiled brightly.

I laughed a little, "As if I could forget. We owned that competition."

"Those were good times," He said then his expression turned thoughtful, "Do you ever talk to Alli anymore?"

"Sometimes, when she calls me on the weekends we talk, but she gets busy, I get busy.." I shrugged and pulled on my curls to distract myself from the fact that I barely had my best friend anymore, and I really needed her.

"I knew I'd find you two here," Abby said, suddenly appearing behind Connor and hugging him from behind, "What are you guys talking about, hmm?"

"Just old friends," Connor said, standing up and pulling out a chair for her, like a gentleman.

"You guys have been hanging out a lot, and you're still talking about memories?" Abby sat down and raised an eyebrow. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think something was going on here," She said, and she made it sound like she was supposed to be joking, but I felt a sting of her jealousy hit me as her eyes met mine with menacing daggers.

Connor didn't notice it, he laughed, "Actually, funny story about that," Abby crossed her arms in anticipation for the story. "Back in grade nine, I wanted to go to the dance with Clare. It wasn't really that I had a crush on her, I just felt like I should because KC did, and I had been friends with her for so long. But, then, of course, she chose KC over me, and I actually helped them share their first kiss," He was smiling at the memory, not at all bitter over the fact that I actually had picked KC, making me smile, too. Back then, KC had been so kind and sweet…

"So you dated KC?" Abby asked, looking over at me, once again, with daggers for eyes. Apparently, Connor wasn't the only one she had eyes for. I made a mental note to tell Connor about that observation later.

I nodded and kept being kind, despite her subtle hostility towards me, "Yeah, except—surprise! — he chose the new girl over me later on." I rolled my eyes, remembering how angry I had been with him, but how badly I had wanted him back on the weeks following our break up.

Abby smirked a little, "Guess some things never change, huh?"

"Excuse me?" I asked, taking her statement the wrong way, and feeling slightly offended by all the potential double meanings behind it.

"I mean, KC still can't keep a steady relationship," Abby laughed and took Connor's hand. "You missed out, Clare; Connor is the best boyfriend ever." Now she was trying to make me jealous, maybe so she didn't have to be alone on the sinful feeling. I felt like I was back in high school.

I smiled, anyways, pretending I hadn't noticed what she tried to do there. "That's okay, I'm just glad he's happy. Connor's like a brother to me. So, you better not hurt him," I gave her a look and winked playfully to try to tell her that she wouldn't phase me. I hoped I was phasing her, though.

I didn't come back to Canada to make enemies. Not that she knew why I came back to Canada, anyway. I decided then to leave the two of them alone, figuring it was time I went to the library, wanting to find another good book to read before my next class on Monday.

I was halfway through the first book I picked out when Connor texted me to come meet him at his dorm. He wanted to show me a project or something he was working on, and wanted to know my input and thoughts on it. Of course, I told him I would, after all, what were friends for? Plus, I was ninety percent positive that his airhead of a girlfriend couldn't give him any intelligent input on it, and KC was probably busy doing—

I cringed and stood up to go check out the books to finish later on tonight and the rest of the weekend then made my way to Connors dorm. I wasn't sure if I wanted KC to be there or not, but it didn't matter because, when I showed up, he was nowhere in sight.

"Okay, so, where's this project?" I asked Connor as I sat down on the couch in the living room of his dorm.

"It's not done yet," Connor said, leaving the room and coming back a few seconds later with a box in his hands, "It's designed to help kids with Asperger's."

"What is it?"

"A robot. I've been studying robotics for a while, and, remember how I used to wear the same outfit, like, everyday?" He looked at me and set the box down on the floor.

I nodded, completely fascinated by his excitement.

"Well, it felt more controlled for me that way. This robot will help kids with Asperger's pick out their clothes, keeping them in a similar routine so that they can feel controlled and be able to express different styles or not get picked on for wearing the same thing every day," He smiled brightly and took the robot out of the box. "It's the first of many things that I plan to do to help people who are like me. I think I could actually get somewhere with all the ideas inside my head."

"Connor, this is amazing," I said, getting off the couch and kneeling down to get a better look at it. A lot of the wiring and gears were far beyond my knowledge of robotics, but I helped him in any ways that I could.

After about an hour of working on it, progress was made, and he had more ideas on how he would fix it when he got the right parts, so he put it back in the box and brought it to wherever he was hiding it. I sat back down on the couch and flipped on the television, just channel surfing.

He joined me, sitting on the opposite side of the couch. He looked at me and rose an eyebrow, "So, why did you really move back to Canada? Besides the fact that it's the best place in the world."

I sighed and thought for a second, "It's kind of a long story." I looked up at him, hoping that we could possibly just leave it at that.

"Well, we have all weekend, you know," He looked at the clock, and I followed his gaze, 9:42 PM.

I felt like he didn't want me to go until he got a legitimate answer. My head spun for a second. Right now, Connor was my only and best friend, but, I hadn't told anyone at all about what happened to me back in the states. "Connor, back in the states, things happened."

"Like what? Did you fail your classes or something?" Connor turned his whole body to face me on the couch.

I turned and faced him, too, pulling my legs to my chest and wrapping my arms around them, "No, well, not exactly."

"Then what, Clare? You know you can tell me," Connor was prying, but he was really only curious.

My heart beat a little faster, I knew I could trust him, I was just afraid of the story, afraid of the memories. "I ended up meeting this guy," I started off, knowing that would throw Connor's mind into confusion over girls having girl problems, "We got close, and we started dating. He seemed great. But, I used to visit Alli on weekends, or hang out with the girls on weekdays, and he stopped letting me. He made me stay with him all the time, he started controlling me. We had to be together, all the time, o-or he got angry." My eyes started to water, "H-He started to hit me, when I didn't do what he wanted, he would just get really angry. I didn't know how to escape. So I told my parents that I missed home. They said I could come back and go to TU, but he knew that I used to live in Toronto. And, I felt like that'd be too obvious. So, I'm here."

"So, you're running away," Connor said bluntly, nodding his head with understanding.

I wiped my eyes as memories played over and over in my head, "Yeah, I guess I am."

*KC*

"I'm sorry, Clare," Connor replied to Clare in the other room, muffled sobs beginning to fill my ears.

I heard the whole thing; I was paralyzed with shock and anger, standing in by the doorway to our living room in the dorm, hidden by the wall. I shouldn't have eavesdropped; maybe Clare would have eventually told me this story herself. No, she hated me. I felt so bad, I wanted to comfort her.

I wanted to hug her and tell her everything was going to be okay, then kill the guy who did this to her. Maybe if I just walked into the room and told her I heard everything… No, she hated me. She'd leave, and I would have ruined things, once again.

"Maybe I should walk you back to your dorm," I heard Connor say, causing the sobs to stop a little.

Fight or flight. I had to get out of there. I turned around and maneuvered my way around the kitchen quickly; jumping over things, catching objects that I almost made fall, and making my way into my room. I silently closed the door and pressed my ear up against it.

Something fell. Damn it, the spinning spice holder, fully equipped with spices. I knew I hit it, but I didn't think I hit it hard enough to make it fall. I silenced my breathing and waited to hear what would happen next.

"What was that?" Clare's voice was really quiet, even with my ear pressed all the way against the door.

I heard footsteps and the sound of things being set down, "Huh," Connor's voice was louder, "Must've been set off balance or something."

"Oh, okay, here, I'll help," I listened to them silently pick up the containers of spice and the holder then leave the dorm room.

I sat there for a second after I heard the room door close. Then, I slowly opened the door and looked around the room. I breathed out quickly, having been unaware that I was even holding my breath in the first place. I looked around the kitchen. There was the spinning spice holder, picked up all neatly and even pushed back further on the counter.

I opened the door and looked out; they were already out of the hallway, so I closed the door and sat on the couch, turning the television to the science fiction channel, like always. There was a movie on about aliens, and I watched it for a while, not really engrossing myself in it like I normally did. My mind was still set on Clare. I could even comprehend why someone would want to hurt her. It made me upset.

I realized I was clenching my fists. I was angry, too.

I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes. After a few minutes—or maybe longer— I heard the door open and close. I figured it was Connor, home from walking Clare back to her dorm.

I was wrong. I heard a female voice, "KC, where's Connor?" Abby asked, her voice a low purr.

"Walking- I mean, I don't know, I haven't seen him all night," I sat up and looked at her.

"Probably with Clare," She frowned a bit and then her eyes lit up and she smirked at me.

"What? is someone jealous? They're just friends, Abby, I can assure you of that," I told her as she made her way to sit next to me on the couch.

Like, right next to me.

"You don't think he'll be home for a while, do you?" She lightly trailed her finger down my chest and I looked at the clock behind her. Only 9:53? A measly five minutes had passed since they left. I was confused, but her touch was fogging my mind.

"I-I don't know, why?" I looked at her and tried to blink the fog out of my mind. No, this couldn't happen.

"How come," She started running her hands through my hair, "you've come on to just about every girl here, except me?" She bit her lip and started to, very lightly, trace circles on the back of my neck.

"Because of Connor, of course," I had goose bumps everywhere; I needed to get out of here before I did something I would regret, so I stood up, "Sorry if that made you feel like you weren't good enough or something."

I quickly left the dorm, ready to hit one of the many parties I had been invited to tonight.

Okay, so, there you go, things with Connor :3. Things with Clare D:. Things with Abby e_e. Tell me how you felt about this chapter, please? And I'm sorry if there was a lot of typos, I was typing really fast because of my rage towards technology. Oh, and do you think Abby might have an upper hand with KC now? Is Connor going to find out, hmm? REVIEW PLEASE AT TELL ME XD.