Here's chapter 4, enjoy, and I will clear up any confusion from the last chap.

Disclaimer: I don't Pokémon.

May's P.O.V-

I collapsed on the porch, having no idea why I was guilty for leaving Drew with his parents. I mean their his family. But a feeling in my gut was saying different. Questions swirled in my head. How did he know where I live? How did I find my way back? Why I'm still wearing his sweater? I cursed and leant against the sliding of the house waiting for mum.

A car pulled up, and mom popped out of there. She smiled, and waved me over.

"Hey!" I called jogging over to help her with the groceries.

"Why are you outside?" She asked as we walked to the door, arms full of bags.

I jerked my chin in the direction of the door. "It wouldn't unlock."

She eyed the sweatshirt suspiciously, "Hum, are you sure? I mean where's your leather jacket?" In the back seat of Drew's limo.

"Uh, in my backpack." I lied, "Yes, I'm sure."

Mom nodded, still not fully convinced, "Okay, whatever. I'll get the door." Mom carefully stacked the bags at the door. Then she reached out and put the key in the lock, turning it. The door made a click sound, and she twisted the handle, opening the door.

"Oh, look. The key worked."

Mom smiled amused, "Why wouldn't it?"

"Like I said, it didn't for me." I pointed out. Mom shook her head. She bent and grabbed the bags, shuffling into the house. I followed silently. She set the bags on the counter, and motioned for me to do the same. After all the bags were in the house and door shut, I excused myself to my room.

I shut the door quietly and slid down it. I was so confused about everything that has happened today. So much drama. I mean, I knew Drew for about a day, and I ended up at his house. Like what the hell? But I did have a nagging feeling like I've met Drew before. Maybe that's where the guilt came in?

I sighed, irritated and fished my cell phone out of my backpack. I dialed Misty's number. She picked up on the third ring.

"Hey May! What's up?"

"Lot's." I admitted, "I got locked out of my house and Drew drove past offering to give me shelter at his place. Then his parents arrived and totally freaked at Drew for having me over. Now I have an overwhelming guilt and don't know why."

"Wow," Misty breathed, "Maybe we should conference Dawn and Avery."

"Yeah we should." Misty clicked a few buttons on her line. I heard a dial tone and Avery answered.

"Hey."

"Okay, now Dawn." More clicks.

"Hello?" Dawn's voice sounded tired, and flat.

"Are you okay?" All three of us asked.

"I'm fine," She snapped, "I have to go. I'm busy." Dawn hung up.

"Okayyy." I said. Then I repeated my story to Avery, but was still concerned about Dawn.

"Wow."

Misty snorted, "I know. that's what I said. How did Drew know where May lived?" I was wondering the same thing.

"Maybe," Avery muttered, "He was just going home, and that happened to be a route."

"But how come I've never seen a black limo pass my house?" I countered, knowing I probably shouldn't argue with her.

"I don't know!" Avery cried, obviously over worked.

"Chill," Misty said, "We'll figure it out tomorrow. Good bye." Avery and I muttered good byes and the call ended.

I crawled over to my bed, pulling myself up. Then I remembered I was wearing Drew's hoddie.

"Shit." I muttered, before dozing off, into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning…

I sat on the porch step, waiting for Misty. Nothing fancy with me today. Just jeans, a top, and high tops, with a blue sweater. Drew hoddie was freshly washed and folded on my lap.

Misty pulled up the driveway. I was surprised to see Dawn there, but happy also, that she decided to leave the house. Avery sat in the front this time, hair pulled back into a bun, with chopsticks holding it in place. Misty's hair hung loosely past her shoulders. Dawn's hair was curled hanging past her shoulder blades. Dawn looked very sad this morning. I said nothing as I slid into the seat beside Dawn. She had a very far off look, on her face. No one mentioned the hoddie I held.

Misty caught my eye in the rearview mirror, indicting she was worried.

"Dawn?" I asked, "Are you okay?"

Dawn shook her head, "My parents are getting divorced. I have to pick one to live with."

"That's horrible!" Avery exclaimed, "Making their child choose."

Dawn nodded and stopped talking. Misty pulled into the parking lot. All of us got out slowly, not really excited today. Ash was waiting for Misty at the door. She smiled brightly at him, running towards him. She linked their arms, and together they walked into the school. I know something's going on with them. Damion shyly walked up to Dawn. She smiled sadly, but went with him anyways. That left me with Avery.

"Let's go to homeroom." She said feeling just as abandoned as me. In the crowded halls, I saw a familiar green head. But the was something wrong with him.

"I'll be right back. Actually, go to homeroom. I'll meet you there." Avery sighed, I bet feeling completely alone. She nodded and weaved her way through the crowd.

I pushed past many people, trying to get to Drew.

"Drew!" I called, a few people to go before I was behind him.

Drew ignored me and kept walking. I groaned and pushed faster. I finally reached him, yanking him around. I nearly screamed at what I saw. Drew's left eye was a shiny purpleish- black. He had a black eye. I noted that his lip was torn, and cheek slightly swelling.

He flinched at my horrified gaze. He turned his head away, refusing to look at me.

"What happened?" I gasped, words forming.

"Nothing." He muttered. The halls cleared. Warning bell rang. Oh well, this was way more important.

"What happened?" I said more forcibly. We were the only ones left in the hall.

"I'll be late." He started to turn. I grabbed his wrist. He glared at me irritated, which must have been hard because of the shiner.

"I'm not going to ask again."

Drew snorted, "Okay, whatever. Let go, because I'm not going to tell you."

"You better. Or else." I threatened, tapping my foot, still gripping his wrist.

Drew glared at me darkly. Since having no effect, he told me, "My dad."

"What?" I gasped, completely in shock.

"My dad wasn't happy about having you over." He said resentfully, "He hates people who aren't billionaires. So he hates all my friends. Him finding me with a 'poor' girl, his words not mine, made him think I was dating you. So he hit me."

"Why didn't your mom try to stop him? Why didn't you call the police?" I demanded, wanting to know, why he put up with that shit.

"My mom? She could care less. She went to get a fucking cup of coffee. The police? Their under my father's lead. They can't do shit." He directed his glare to the floor. A tear leaked down his cheek. I wiped it away with the tip of my finger. He smiled sadly at me.

"I'm so sorry. This is my fault." A few tears dribbled down my face. All of my questions vanished.

Drew shook his head, "No it's not."

"I'm sorry." I repeated. More tears spilled. I held Drew hoddie out to him. "I forgot to give this back. Hey, just a quick question, how did you know where I live?"

Drew laughed shakily, "Thanks." Drew wiped away the tears, I shed for him. "I didn't know. I was just on my way home and saw you outside." He shrugged. Damn, Avery. You always have to be right.

I smiled, and brought my lips to his cheek. I pulled away blushing like crazy. I gazed into Drew's emerald eyes. He looked so hopeless. So I did the only thing I could think of. I hugged him tightly. He tensed, but loosened and hugged back. The bell rang, signaling we had to be in class now. Drew and I paid no attention to it.

Drew and I pulled back. Drew cocked his broken face to the side.

"What?" I asked.

"I feel like I've met you before." He admitted.

"Same. But I swear we've never met before this day." I shook my head.

"Are you sure? We could have been too little to remember for all we know. It's just, I've never seen anyone with eyes as blue as yours since I was little."

"I have the same feeling about your eyes." I had been feeling a little unsettled by his eyes. I guess it was because I'd seen them before.

"But where? And how come we don't remember?" Drew was asking himself more than me. Drew's injury's forgotten, attendance vanished. Drew and I were more interested in why we'd never remember. But something about Drew's abusive father was bugging me, besides the fact he hits his kids. Everything he'd said. My head started spinning.

"Oh my god! I know!"

Done chapter four. There's your cliffe. Hahaha, you must hate me for that. Anyway, it's late, I'm tired and don't feel like writing anymore for tonight, so you get this lovely cliffe. Maybe I won't update for 2weeks? I don't know. Review for more! The more reviews the faster the next chapter. Hehe, don't hate me! P.S- I'm not threaten you, just saying, it would help motivate me.

~Emerald~