Hey everyone! I was going to update last night/aka 2:30 in the morning, but the uploader wasn't working. So here it is - I hope you enjoyed freshman year, 'cause it's almost over!

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Two months later…

"Hey!" Remy turned around in the hallway, sighing when she saw Eric rushing to catch up with her. She kept walking and he fell into step next to her.

"How've you been?" He asked, taking her books out of her hand, carrying them with his own to their next class.

"Thanks…" She said, blushing as she tucked a strand of reddish-brown hair behind her ear. "And I've been… good. I'm glad it's Friday How about you?"

"I'm good," he said, and they walked in silence for a few moments. "Spring dance is coming up soon," he noted and Remy nodded, as they headed into their class. He took a seat next to her, away from one of his friends, who gave him a speculative glance.

"Your friend is waiting," Remy said softly, and Eric shrugged.

"I'm talking to a pretty girl – he can wait," Eric flirted and Remy smiled, pink coloring in her cheeks.

"So the spring dance is coming up… tomorrow, in fact."

"I… know?"

"I want you to go with me," Eric said slowly and Remy rolled her eyes, growing more agitated by the second.

"Do you remember what happened the last time that you asked me to a dance? It didn't turn out so well," she reminded him. Eric put his hands up in forfeit.

"I know, I know. But, I really, really want to go with you. So please?" Eric asked, his brown eyes widened with hope. Remy watched him, trying to read any insincerity on the lines of his face. She bit her lip, but slowly nodded.

"O…Kay."

"Really? I mean, you know it's a date." Remy gave him a look.

"Don't… rub it in. I agreed, didn't I?"


Lisa rang the doorbell to Allison's house, holding a garment bag and a duffel bag, and her mom beckoned her inside.

"She's in her room… I don't know if she's awake yet… is everything okay with her?" Lisa nodded, not sure what her mother knew about the situation of her relationship with Greg.

"Thanks Mrs. Cameron… and thanks for letting me spend the night," she said.

"Don't mention it sweetie, you're always welcome here." Lisa nodded and headed up the stairs, gently opening the door to Allison's room.

"You're still asleep?" Lisa shrieked, throwing open the curtains to Allison's room, sitting down on the bed, shaking Allison.

"Go away," Allison moaned, putting the pillow over her head and sinking into her comforter.

"It's almost eleven o' clock," Lisa said, pulling her comforters off, shaking Allison again. "We have the dance tonight! I brought my dresses, because I couldn't decide which one I liked better – You can always wear which ever one I don't, they might be a little short, cause well, you know, but –,"

"I'm not going," Allison said, sitting up in bed, running a hand through her hair, messing up her part. Lisa stopped talking, slowly sitting back down on the bed.

"What do you mean you're not going? Did you and… did you guys fight again?" Allison bit her lip and nodded, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

"I just… It… All… I don't…," Allison blubbered and Lisa gave her a hug, wrapping her arms around her friend tightly.

"I know, sweetie, I know," she said, rubbing her back.

"I just… don't know what I did…" Lisa nodded, unsure of what to say. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, handing it to her.

"Call him. Talk to him. He wants to go with you - I know he does. Just… talk to him," she said, holding out the phone. Allison nodded, taking the phone and dialing his number.

"I'll be outside," Lisa mouthed and headed outside.

"Greg… it's me…," Allison said softly.

"What's up?"

"I… I know…yesterday, we fought, but…the dance is tonight. The spring… dance. And… well, would you go with me? I'm so sorry about the other day…" Greg sighed audibly, and Allison bit her lip, concerned.

"I can't. I'm sorry," Greg said and quickly hung up the phone. Allison flipped the phone cover slowly, in shock at the lack of conversation that had just occurred. Lisa came back inside, sitting back on the bed.

"I'm so sorry, Allie. But hey, listen… listen to me," Lisa said, wiping her tears. "We're going to go this dance, and you're going to find some cute boy to dance with… and then one of the cheerleaders is throwing an after party. And we're going to go and you are going to forget about Greg and have a really good time." Allison nodded, taking a deep breath, nodding again.

"Okay."


"You're going. To a dance. You?" Remy's dad asked, standing in the doorway of her bathroom as she fixed her hair, pulling it up and down, twisting it in different directions. "Is there any particular… is there a boy?" Remy blushed, finally deciding on pulling a few pieces back, leaving her hair with its natural wave.

"There's… a boy," Remy said slowly, but held up her hand. "I do not want the lecture. Please. I don't even know him very well. It's just a dance. And there's an after party," she said, beginning to do her makeup. Her dad nodded, somewhat at a loss of what to tell her.

"Just… be home by 1, okay?" Her phone began to ring and she went to grab it, her dad leaving the room.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Remy, it's me. Allie. Are you going to the dance tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm going. Why?"

"Well… I was wondering if you wanted to come over, get ready with Lisa and I, and then spend the night."

"Sure, I'd love to," she said, starting to throw her makeup and clothes into a bag. "What time should I come?"

"You can come now, if you want – Lisa and I were just starting to get ready."

"Sure – I'll be there in a little bit," she said, snapping shut her phone. Remy bit her lip in an attempt to cover a smile.


"So this is a high school dance," Remy wondered, as she fidgeted with her black clutch. She was not used to wearing dresses, not used to dressing up at all, in fact, and she felt strangely out of place in a strapless teal bubble dress and silver earrings, her long legs accentuated by black peep toe ankle boots.

"Hey." Remy turned and smiled to see Eric in a black button down shirt and khakis. "You look… great," he said, looking her up and down."

"Thanks," she said, blushing. "You do too," she added.

"Bye, you two," Allison said with a giggle, pulling Lisa to the dance floor.

"Want to get something to drink?" Eric said, gesturing over to the table.

"Sure," she said with a nod, and he gently took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. She looked down surprised, but smiled as they headed over to the drinks.


The dance was fun – but not nearly as fun as the after party was going to be. Allison's brother had brought the whole group over to the after party house, Allison, Lisa, James, Remy, and Eric.

"Allie – Dad wants us home by one. So I will meet you three outside at 12:45 – got it?" The three girls nodded and split off, heading into the crowd.

"How are you doing? With the whole… Greg thing" Lisa asked, as her, James, and Allison headed for the snacks.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom," he said, giving Lisa a kiss on the cheek and heading away. He felt awkward when talking about Allison's problems with Greg, when Greg was his best friend and there was nothing that he could do or say to help her out

"I'm good. Just… not thinking about him – I refuse to be upset about someone who does not want me to know information about his life. So I'm not going to think about him," Allison said defiantly, grabbing a soda, and heading over to some girls in her class. Lisa sighed, knowing that Allison was trying, desperately trying, but that distracting herself was only going to be a temporary fix.

After saying hello to friends, Allison walked around aimlessly, having greeted everyone, and not feeling like dancing, so she sat on the couch, simply people watching.

"Hey," Robert said, noticing her on the couch, and going to sit by her.

"I'm Robert Chase," he said, extending his hand, which she shook.

"I'm Allison Cameron," she said, noticing the bright blue in his eyes. His skin was soft and even after their handshake was over, she clutched on to his hand. He noticed, but didn't drop it.

"How are you?"

"I'm good. How about you? How do you like Princeton?"

"I hated it at first… but I'm warming up to it," he said with a kind smile and she looked up into his eyes, feeling her heart skip a beat.

"Where's Amber?" she asked, eager to remind him that he had a girlfriend.

"She's busy, with her friends," he said, running his hands through his hair, and she noticed his perfectly messy blonde hair. "Where's… Greg?" Allison bit her lip, feeling tears in her eyes again.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. She nodded, swiping under her eyes to avoid mascara running.

"Do you want to go somewhere quieter?" He asked, after a few people gave her strange looks, and whispers floated in the air when people walked by her. She nodded, more tears streaming down her face as he led her down the hallway to a guest bedroom.

"So what's going on with the two of you?" He asked as he shut the door, sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. Allison then broke down in tears, leaning her had on his strong shoulder.

"Ever since… god, Valentine's Day, I showed up at his house, unannounced, I thought it would a surprise, and he just… told me to go away. His dad sounded mad… but it's something more than that. It's been two months and we just are… together, but we're not moving, we're not communicating, hanging out, nothing… I don't think that he wants to break up… he just… doesn't want to talk," she confided, feeling a tiny bit better from actually talking to someone about it. It was hard to talk to Lisa or James about it, considering James was Greg's best friend, and Lisa was James's girlfriend. Allison looked down, the pain coming in waves – big ones, really close together.

"Hey," he said, lifting her head with a finger. "What I think you should do… I think you should go to him and talk to him. Make him listen to you and tell him what you want. And if he won't listen to you after that, then… I'm really sorry. But if he doesn't listen, he doesn't deserve you. You're… too good to be treated… like that," he said slowly and she looked into his eyes, feeling her heart pound in a way that it hadn't for two months. Robert felt the spark as well, her deep green eyes melting his heart. He leaned forward slowly, testing her limits – she didn't move away, and he pressed his lips against hers.

"I'm sorry," he said, slowly moving away, "I shouldn't have done that – you were upset, and you just needed a friend –," Robert tried to rationalize and was silenced by Allison pressing her lips to him again.

"Shut up for a second," she said, kissing him again as she pushed him on the bed, straddling him as she pushed her hair behind her ears, as she kissed him again. Robert was surprised, but gave into it, wrapping one arm around her stomach, and entangling one in her hair. He ran his lips down her cheekbone to her neck and she smiled, giving a small sigh of pleasure. She hastily unbuttoned his shirt, runningg her hands down his chest, her fingertips brushing against his muscles. A chill ran up his spine as he pulled her closer to him and he pulled her shirt over her head, tracing his fingers around her purple bra as he turned her over, resting his body on top of hers.


"So do you want to dance?" Eric asked, gesturing to the crowd of dancing teenagers, as they walked around the open room, his hand resting gently on her hip. Remy blushed, shrugging.

'I don't… know."

"Why don't we sit?" She nodded and they sat on the couch together. Remy took a deep breath and turned to Eric.

"Why… me? Why… since, since homecoming, why have you been chasing me?" Eric moved closer to her, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and putting a hand to her face.

"You… are… you are beautiful, smart, unbelievably sexy," he said and Remy giggled. "But… you interest me. You seem to hide from everyone, and everything – and I… want to figure you out. And it's not the chase," he clarified, before she could even ask. "It's not the chase. It's you," he said, moving closer to her and kissing her, cradling her face in his hands.


Robert and Allison were still kissing on the bed, when Allison looked up at the clock and jumped up – it was almost time for them to go.

"Oh my god," she whispered over and over, pulling her shirt back on over her head, handing him his shirt and fluffing her hair.

"Allie, I'm so sorry, this was all my fault," he said and she pressed her hand against his mouth.

"As far as I know, this didn't happen. We don't tell anyone," she said, handing him his shirt, grabbing her purse, and leaving, shutting the door behind her. She slumped back against the door, rubbing her temples with her fingers.

"What the hell just happened?"