And now the third chapter. Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Summer's almost here. Where are you all going? I'll eventually have to put something in here about the summer time. Maybe Lydia can spend part of it at Jeff's house…. But I don't know. Well, here goes.

Love Triangle

"Ahhhh!" A muffled scream escaped my lips as his touched mine. Who the hell….is this? I didn't want this, but I couldn't back away. It felt so g-….no I can't do this to J…Mmmmm…NO. I wrenched my eyes open and caught sight of blond hair around my face and a blue colored ring. Blond hair, blue ring….um….Steve Zacaroff! No, not him. I…I can't kiss him. Drawing back my hand, I brought it down as hard as I can onto the side of his face. Smack! Steve broke away in surprise and staggered back. But he still clung on to me, which meant I staggered forwards and right back into his arms. I pushed him away quickly and looked around. Good. Still no one in the halls.

Turning my target back on Steve I glared at him, red-faced, "What….was…that?!"

Steve, to my big surprise, just grinned and said, "I knew that was going to come sooner or later." He pushed his blond hair out of his bright blue eyes. "Well, what do you think? I kissed you."

I flushed again, anger building up inside my chest, "But why did you do it?! You know perfectly well Jeff had already asked me out to the dance (hint the dress)! I would be surprised if he hadn't told the whole school already, including the staff."

"I know that Jeff asked you already," he said and twirled a strand of his hair. I looked at him kinnda weird. OK. That just really bugged me.

"Then why would you waste your time on me and not ask out another girl?" I snapped back at him, eyeing the strand of hair in his hand keenly.

"I thought that you would already know," he sighed and shook his head, "That's the exact reason why I kissed you, and it doesn't stop there either." And he walked away, whistling. I stood there for a second, twitching in annoyance. A school-boy grudge should not last that long. It was two freaking years ago!

Steve Zacaroff is a popular, blond, semi-good looking, rich kid. He used to be at the very top (social-wise). All the girls would do anything for him, and do anything just to go out with him for a day. He would play around, tease them, act 'nice', and then at the end, dump them. And that's how it was for a while. At least it was until Jeff came to school. On the day Jeff came to school, all the girls that Steve used to have all left him. So his social life kind of went down the drain. Of course, some girls still like him. Well, the girls that can't get Jeff's attention. Gosh, I hate Steve. And just now, my hate doubled. Stupid Steve. Just because Jeff's getting attention, he's using me to annoy Jeff back. Trying to get me to like him just because of a stupid kiss. Who does he think I am? Jeez. I returned to the dorm, still boiling with anger and red-faced.

Next morning in English Class. "Lydia, what do you mean, you think you like someone else? You've liked Jeff for….two years straight and this year you'll finally be able to go with him to the dance. It's like your life goal or something," Carmen hissed at me behind her English book. We were in English class, reading something about Goats. (again). I really hate Goats. I looked down at the picture of a Goat that was lying on a grassy field on the second page. I guess Steve really got lucky this time. My heart couldn't choose one way or the other.

Jeff already asked you out.

But I think I sort of like Steve now.

That's only because he kissed you.

Well I wasn't expecting it, so it's different.

Sure. But you can't just dump Jeff for Steve. You know all about their little 'grudge' thing. It's not worth it.

Maybe it is.

I sighed and looked at Carmen. She was completely ignoring me. She despised Steve too. I looked around the classroom. Mr. Adams was hidden behind a thick book on Human Technology. And there was Steve, sitting in a far corner, reading his book. I doubt that he was reading at all. Just then, Alex, his friend, tapped him on the shoulder and nodded in my direction. Sure enough, he looked back in my direction, licked his lips and made a kissing noise. I blushed and he and his friend laughed and turned back around.

Ashamed, I looked back at Carmen, "I'm very disappointed in you, Lydia. I thought that you would be satisfied with Jeff. You surprise me very much."

"I…it isn't my fault…" I stammered.

"That's what they all say. But whoever you choose, I'll always support you, even if I have to strangle Steve first. Because you're my friend."

"Thanks, Carmen," I looked down at my book again, feeling worse than ever.

"Hey! No talking over there!" Mr. Adams finally seemed to have finally woken up to reality. He gave us a long boring lecture about responsibility and respect. Then he put down his book and gave the homework (a summary over everything we read) just as the bell rang. I slouched out of his room, very uncertain about what to do. Steve rushed past me, knocking hard on my shoulder, almost making me trip over myself. Ouch.

In the common room upstairs. I propped myself against the bottom of a sofa. It was still spring time. Outside, the flowers bloomed happily and birds zipped around the window. Everyone was in here doing their homework. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, I saw that it was ten o'clock. I had an hour and a half before the next class. I love free periods. Returning to my homework…wait…where is my homework? I looked around me.

"Looking for this?" I heard a guy say behind me. Turning around, I saw Jeff lying on the sofa, his long black hair across his face, holding my homework with one hand. (He looked exhausted). He must have snatched it from me while I had looked at the clock. Smiling, I stood up and sat comfortably in the little space between him and the edge of the sofa. He chuckled and put his arms around my middle. I grabbed my homework from him and blushed. Oh well. I guess I can still do my homework like this. But a guilty thought crossed my mind. Jeff obviously didn't know what happened last night down in the hall. Oh, I feel so bad. I want to tell him, but I'm afraid it'll hurt his feelings. I gasped and dropped everything in my arms as Jeff suddenly pulled me closer to him and hugged me like a stuffed animal. He shifted, making more room for me to sit.

"Jeff." I said, amused. He acted so childish sometimes. "I have to finish my English. Mr. Adams gave us a summary on the whole section today." I tried to reach my homework, but it was too far away. I sighed. Jeff was seriously really enjoying annoying me.

"Come closer to me, Lydia," he said. He sounded serious, "I need to tell you something." I raised an eyebrow and played along, inching closer. He smiled grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to his face. Oh, I know what he's going to do. Not surprisingly, Jeff kissed me on the face. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. He moved his lips slowly down my neck. My breath quickened. This was so embarrassing! Everyone was in here too. I looked around. Some people were raising their eyebrows, some laughed, and some just shook their heads and went back to work.

"Jeff, I don't think we should be doing this," I 'tried' to back away.

"So," he said simply, not caring at all.

"So…we should stop,"

"Do you want to stop?" he suddenly looked up at me. His grey eyes met mine.

"Uh….no…" I said in a very small voice.

He was satisfied. "Exactly," and went back to his 'work'. I wish I could tell him so bad. But I can't, I just simply didn't have the guts, the courage. I wasn't strong like him. I couldn't take the result. I couldn't do it. My face fell. He didn't seem to notice.

I pushed him away. He was so surprised that he didn't try to stop me. "Jeff," I took a breath, "I need to tell you something…important."

He rolled his eyes and lied back down again, resting his head on the side. "Say whatever you want, my love."

"Um…I don't really know how to put this, but I think I'm in love with…." The rest of my words were drowned by the bell. (Steve instead of) "….You" I finished.

He looked at me, sat up, and obviously didn't hear a word I had really said, lifted my chin and kissed me right on the lips. It felt like forever. I didn't even know when we had stopped. I felt so guilty about everything, and deep down I hoped I had chosen the right person. He seemed to care about me. It was like replaying thoughts back through my head: the first day Jeff kissed me, Steve, the way Jeff cared…..He broke away slowly and pushed his dark hair back from his face. I could tell that my face was burning. He sat up and picked up my books, giving them back to me.

"I told you that I wasn't giving up," he said to me and helped me up. I stood there, swaying a little. The room felt so stuffy and hot. Everyone else had basically left. "I know that you're not sure if I'm really good enough for you, but you'll pick soon. I'll prove your choice right. See you at the dance tonight." And he left. I stood there for a while, just stood there, until I remembered that I was supposed to be in class and I too, rushed out the door.

There's another chapter. What's your thoughts so far. Ohhh…Steve is so mean. Trying to change Lydia's mind. Hopefully, she won't fall for that. Any idea what's going to happen at the dance? Say good luck to Lydia for me. Jeff is so naughty. Please Review. I'll update soon.