Longest chapter yet! Woot! Raise the roof ahah:p hope you like this guys, and also I apologise if you don't, but I want to make it my way... so don't pressure me to do stuff that I don't want being put into it

Schuyler xx

Cary stared out of his window in the front room. His parents had called him home as they had got in that morning. They were spending 'quality time' watching baseball together on the Tv. Normally Cary would have loved it, he never gets chance to spend quality time with them due to them working, but today he was just watching Olivia's house, waiting for her to come out or go inside or something. He had knocked on his way home, but no one was in.

He sighed dramatically, and his mother huffed in annoyance.

"Well Cary, if you don't want to spend time with us, go to that girl you've been obsessing over for the past few months." She scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. His dad sat up straighter.

"What girl?" He asked, staring at Cary. Cary blushed madly and glared at his mom.

"Yeah mom, what girl?"

His mom winked at Cary and smiled at his father. "Oh you know! That girl… with the ginger hair and horrible amount of freckles, looks like she has anorexia?"

"Oh yes, the one that Cary takes pictures of. You know son, I don't want to keep having to buy new film for my camera."

"Yes her!" His mom squealed.

Cary's face was beet red, and he felt hot all over. He buried his face in his hands. This is so embarrassing. He looks up at his parents.

"She has copper coloured hair actually, and she doesn't have too many freckles! And she's just slim. And I do not waste film on her." Cary yelled at his parents, breathing hard. Some people just didn't understand. If they say anything more bad about her, he would punch the both of them.

His mom smiled at him, and rushed over to Cary lifting him up in a tight hug. "Aw! My baby has his first crush! And she's not obsessed with fire either! Troy, she might be a good influence on him!" His mom said to his father.

"What? Harley we've talked about this! He is not, and Cary listen because this is about you, he is not having a girlfriend!" He faced Cary, his blue eyes stern. "Ever."

Cary stared at the ground embarrassed. This was not something he wanted to talk about. Not now, not ever. But never having a girlfriend?

"What? Do you want me to die alone?" Cary asked. His mom and dad shared a glance.

"Of course not sweetie!" His mom soothed, stroking his hair. "But we don't want you having a girlfriend just yet. You're too young."

"Especially not that girl." His dad mumbled, his brow creasing. This time, his mom and Cary were confused.

"Troy? What do you mean?"

"I mean that he's definitely not going out with Jackie Hobson's daughter. End of discussion." It wasn't like Cary was surprised. His father had hated Olivia's mom ever since they first met. It started with a horrible debate at the pub and ended with Olivia's mom accusing his dad of trying to rape her. All lies of course, and nobody believed Mrs. Hobson anyway. And Olivia hated him more than usual now, so it wasn't like she was jumping at the chance to become Mrs. Cary Grant.

"I can still be friends with her?" He asked hopefully, considering the fact that Olivia would probably never forgive him anyway.

"Of course sweetie!" His mom trilled. "Now go get your older brother, if you won't watch Tv with us, he will."

And then, who other than Cary's older brother came into the room.

"Oooh, Cary's in love!" Carl teased, laughing at Cary's horrified expression.

"Mom! He was snooping!"

"Carl, don't tease your brother." Cary's mom scolded the older looking Cary. They were almost exact replicas. Cary looked exactly like Carl did at his age, so Cary was just counting down the days until he became a hottie like his older brother. Carl had Cary's blue eyes and blonde hair, but the blue becomes more sparkly as he got older. Nice and tall. His blonde hair got wavier, and his face got broader. A six-pack and strong cheek bones, and once Cary's braces were finished with- hopefully he'd have nice teeth like his brother too.

"Or what?" Carl inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Or you'll be doing the dirty dishes and laundry for the next week. I'll tell the maid not to come by and do it. Would you like that?"

"No ma'am." Carl mock saluted, and took the chair that was previously occupied by Cary. Cary went into the hall and slipped on his sneakers.

"Bye mom. Bye dad." He yelled as he left the house.

"Have a nice time sweetie!"

Cary shut the door, and tightened his jacket around him as the bitter wind bit into his skin. He jogged up to Olivia's house and was about to knock- yeah even though she told him to never go to her house again, he needed to talk to her- when he heard giggling from across the road. He turned, and watched as Olivia, looking beautiful in a dress and boots, giggled and linked arms with the one and only Max Turner. He looked at her and said something, she smiled and went on her tiptoes and kissed him!

Cary just stared at her. His face blank as he watched the couple locking lips. His face portrayed no emotion, but inside he felt everything. Jealousy. Hatred. Annoyance. Despair. Envy.

He envied Turner.

That should be me.

Olivia had lied. She did have a boyfriend. No wonder she freaked out when he got so close. He should feel angry. At her. At Max. But, watching the couple break apart and automatically hold hands again, he just felt like curling up in a ball and crying. He watched as Olivia was lead to her house by Max, watching the girl he was in love with, fall for someone else.

He heard a crack, and felt his heart break.

"Cary?" Olivia asked, surprised, when she finally noticed him standing outside her door. "What on earth are you doing here?" She asked. She didn't seem angry, and Cary hoped that he was forgiven. Olivia asked, as if baffled. "I thought you hated me? Why are you at my house?"

Cary's eyes flitted over to Max who didn't seem to notice he was there. He was staring at the beauty next to him as if he was the luckiest guy in the world. He is. Cary thought sourly.

"Um, can I talk to you? Alone?"

"Oh right, okay. Max, I'll call you later ok?" Olivia said to him, Max nodded and grinned, pecked her on the lips and jogged down the street to his own house. "So what's up?" Olivia said, popping the 'p'.

"Max Turner, huh?" Cary asked, trying very hard to keep his voice controlled and steady. He smiled slightly when it came out quite cocky.

"Yeah, well we just got talking this morning, and had this wonderful kiss and all… so we're together now." Olivia stared at Cary, as if watching and waiting for a reaction. Cary kept his smirk. "As in, I'm his girlfriend." Cary felt the remains of his heart splinter into nothing as he stared at Olivia.

Can't you see! He wanted to scream at her. I love you! But instead he said: "Well, I'm happy for you." He said, and realised with a start that he wasn't lying. He was happy for her. If she was happy, he was happy.

Olivia looked slightly disappointed but that might have been Cary's imagination. Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, and Cary couldn't help but stare at them. Did anyone else know? Would Olivia of gotten help? Would she tell him about it?

Probably not. Cary just wished he could start everything with Olivia all over again. Back to the funeral, he wished he hadn't come across as cocky as he did. He wished he hadn't teased Olivia when she joined them at lunch. He wished he hadn't shown her up in Gym and made her fail that semester in Gym. He wished he hadn't tried to blow her up. He wished he hadn't teased her fear of fire. He wished he'd made her love him the way he loves her.

"So what did you want to tell me?"

"Liv look, I'm really sorry. About what I said. I don't hate you." Come on Cary, don't chicken out. "I don't hate you. I-I," Cary paused, struggling to get the words out. Come on! Just say it. "I…"

"You?" Olivia asked, looking at him worriedly.

"I… I really like you. You know, as a friend. I don't want to lose you… as a friend." Cary said, almost awkwardly. Olivia stared at him, not even hiding her disappointment. She looked a bit upset with what he said, but smiled none the less.

"Well, I really like you too." Olivia opened her arms. "Friends?"

"Friends." Cary choked out, and walked into Olivia's waiting arms, giving her the first hug he'd ever given her that she wasn't crying. They embraced for a bit, and Cary realised Olivia was the perfect height for him. He could just rest his chin atop her head, and if he leaned down only a little, and Olivia went on her tiptoes, it would be the perfect height for them to-

"Oh, and Charles wants to meet us at that field above the train wreck." Olivia said, pulling away from Cary and interrupting his fantasy. He took a step back and smiled.

"Ok, I will see you there."

Cary turned to leave and Olivia watched his retreating figure all the way back to his own house. She was so glad they decided to be friends again; Olivia didn't know what she'd do without the constant teasing of him. She hated it at first, but it had become something that was comforting and she'd grown to love it.

"More like him." She muttered darkly. She wished that he wasn't happy that she was with Max. She certainly wasn't, and she wanted Cary to protest. She wanted him to give her a hundred or thousand reasons why she shouldn't date Max.

But he didn't.

Because he was happy for her.

With a growl Olivia stormed to her garage and grabbed her bike, and started pedalling towards the meet up point. If she could make sense of her stupid feelings it might get easier for her to be nice to him, but the more he's nice back, the harder she falls.

"Anyway, I'm with Max now. Max."

But no matter how many times she told herself that she would be happy with Max, her heart didn't believe it.

And she didn't have anyone she could talk to about it, as she felt if she didn't get it off her chest she may explode from a billion confusing thoughts. She couldn't tell her mom for obvious reasons, the guys would just take the piss. That left two other options. Writing it down in a pathetic little journal like some girls did (that was just a book waiting to be read by the first person who got their hands on it), or Alice.

Olivia threw down her bike and walked up the hill, taking in the lovely scenery of the train wreck. Olivia was ten minutes early, so once she was at the top she flopped down onto the grass, kicked off her military boots which were making her feel hot, took off her black tights leaving her legs bare, and ripped open her back pack, proceeding to then eat 12 lollipops until Alice arrived.

"Where is everyone?" She asked as she joined Olivia on the grass, taking a strawberry lollipop for herself.

"Well I'm early," Olivia checked her watch. "And so are you."

"Oh right." Alice said. The two were quiet for some time, and Olivia didn't know how to break the silence. It wasn't as if she was going to say, hey I just met you, and this is crazy but I don't know if I like my enemy better than my boyfriend.

"Olivia?" Alice asked, and Olivia looked up, meeting her blue eyes.

"Yeah?"

"I can trust you, can't I?" Olivia thinking this was a very odd question to ask, gave Alice a weird look.

"Course you can. But wh-"

"I like like Joe!" Alice blurted, interrupting Olivia mid-sentence. Olivia looked around wildly to see if anyone other than herself had heard Alice shout that out loud.

"You do?" Olivia said, smiling. Alice nodded, clapping her hand over her mouth. "Aw that's so cute! I promise I won't tell!" Olivia swore. Alice nodded again, removing her hand from her mouth.

"Thanks Liv. It's, just, I have-"

"No-one to talk to?" Olivia guessed, looking sadly at Alice, who nodded. "I know just how you feel."

Alice looked up. "You do?" And Olivia only nodded, not sure on what to say. She was never very good at making friends, especially girls. They confused her and were two faced. Unlike boys who were just straight to the point.

But now, she realised, she needed a girl friend.

"Well… we have each other now?" Alice said softly, almost phrasing it like a question. Olivia smiled slightly.

"I guess we do." And not even thinking about it, Olivia reached over and clasped Alice's hand in her own, giving it a comforting squeeze. Olivia looked round again, just making sure no one was around, and looked back at Alice, heaving a deep breath.

"I have a boyfriend." Alice raised her eyesbrows and smiled.

"Who? Cary?" Olivia jerked back as if her words had stung her.

"Cary? Why Cary?"

"I thought you liked him?"

"How did you know?"

"So you do?" Alice asked, smirking.

"Maybe, yes-no I don't know!" Olivia said, feeling upset and confused all over again.

Alice was quiet for a couple of seconds. "It's quite obvious you like each other. When you were hurt in the crash he was so distraught, and then when you got walking you couldn't take your eyes off him."

Olivia shook away the notion that Cary might like her too. "No, he was just worried. But do you think he knows?" She asks, biting on her bottom lip. Alice shook her head, and Olivia let out a breath of relief.

"So who is your boyfriend?"

"Max Turner." Alice gasped. "The Max Turner? As in the god that was sent from heaven to please the woman population just from sight? Oh my days, spill!" Alice squealed happily, pulling Olivia into a hug.

Olivia went into detail about how Max had stopped her and kissed her, and was about to say that it didn't feel right because she thought she liked Cary, when Cary arrived.

Olivia stopped her speech immediately and sent Alice a warning look.

"Promise not to tell about Cary?" Olivia mouthed. Alice nodded. "Promise not to tell about Joe?" Alice mouthed, and Olivia held out her pinky finger. Alice wrapped hers round Olivia's and the two smiled happily.

"What are you two up to then?" Cary said, flopping onto the grass next to Olivia. Since she was aware of how she kinda felt, her whole body felt alive from the proximity between her and Cary. But she had to act normal.

"Not much, now budge over. You're almost sat on me!"

"Woa! Déjà vu much?" Cary exclaimed, shuffling away slightly. Cary took a lollipop from Olivia's backpack, and she and Alice dumped their sticks in the ever growing pile and got new ones.

Martin and Preston arrived with the costumes, and then Joe and Charles cycled up, carrying the camera and monster make-up.

Alice jumped up immediately and went over to talk to Joe, but caught Olivia watching. Alice blushed and Olivia gave her an encouraging smile.

"You and Alice good friends now then?" Cary asked. Olivia shrugged.

"Sort of."

"So…"

"So?"

"Isn't the weather just lovely this time of year?" Cary asked, stretching out his legs and laying down, staring at the clouds.

"Seriously?" Olivia laughed. "We're talking about the weather now?"

"Well why not?" Cary yawned, stretching his arms out.

Olivia shook her head, laughing slightly. Now that Max had gone, Olivia tied her hair up and didn't care about looking pretty. She would try, but Cary already knew her face so it wasn't like he could un-see four months of ugly.

"Olivia?"

"Mhm?" She asked, settling down on the ground beside him, looking up at the clouds. Cary turned to his side, and stared at her, resting his head on his arms.

"Why do you always hide your face?"

"Because I'm ugly." Olivia said almost immediately, automatically. Cary sat up abruptly and walked over to where Joe was, demanding to do his monster makeup. Olivia stared after him, confused. She didn't mind though, he was too close and she would be tempted to do something she later regretted.

Like kiss him.

"Come on guys! Let's start filming!" Charles shouted to everyone. "Get everything set up! Alice, Martin and Cary get into your costumes!" Olivia watched as everyone went about their business. She watched in awe as Joe made Cary look scary and dead, and vowed to make him teach her. She loved art, and was top of her class in school. It was the one lesson she actually enjoyed.

Everyone bustled about, got into their costumes and in their places.

"Alright, alright! Let's start filming right now!" Charles said, bossing everyone about. They knew Olivia was useless, so they let her lie on the grass, staring at the clouds. "Positions people, and action!"

(Zombie walks into frame sluggishly facing away from camera)

Detective Hathaway: Excuse me, Sir? Were you in the wreck? (To Zombie)

(Zombie turns round facing Detective Hathaway. Smirks evilly)

Zombie: (groans)

Mrs. Hathaway: (Screams)

(Detective Hathaway shoots at Zombie. Zombie falls down dead)

"Cut!" Charles shouted. "That was mint! Oh, my god you guys. With the train and… so good!" Charles said happily, walking over by Martin. "Joe, reload the cap gun. We'll shoot another angle next. Alice that was mint. Martin, go a little faster next time." Charles told them.

Alice was just stood staring out at the train wreck. Joe, noticing her, walked over and joined her. Olivia observed from the back and noticed they did look cute. Martin and Preston walked up either side of them, and a fuming looking Charles joined the line that was staring out at the wreckage.

"Liv?" Cary asked, holding his hand out to her. Olivia looked up at his face, and saw with frustration he was wearing an unreadable expression. Normally, he was like an open book. Olivia took his proffered hand, and let him lead her to the others. She noticed he didn't let go of her hand, and as much as Olivia wanted to carry on holding hands, she had a boyfriend.

She pulled her hand from his grasp and walked over and stood next to Charles.

"I'm still crying about the other night, man. I feel like I'm crazy." Martin said, on the verge of hysterics.

"What do you think happened?" Alice asked.

"You mean why he crashed the train?" Joe asked Alice.

"I just got a horrible feeling." Alice admitted, looking at the crash below them solemnly.

"That whole thing is an Air Force train." Joe said, peering at the wreckage at the bottom of the hill.

"What?" Alice asked, confused.

"Air force? They are the people that will kill us if we talk about it?" Olivia warned. "And they are standing below us right now, clearing the whole thing up?" She asked, and Joe nodded. Olivia bit her tongue for being such a smartass and stared at the wreckage, feeling her back flare up in pain from the memory.

"Who cares if it's an Air Force train? Let's go and re-do the scene again!" Charles shouted at everyone, snatched the camera and marched back up the hill and set it in place. No one moved though, and Olivia shuffled up, stepping closer to Preston. He wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder and she could feel tears pricking in her eyes again.

"I can't believe we were in that." Martin mumbled, and turned to watch Alice, Cary and Joe hike back up the hill to where no doubt a raging Charles would be sat.

Olivia didn't know what to say to comfort him, so instead she snaked her arm round Preston, and gave Martin's hand a comforting squeeze. He gave Olivia a grateful look, and then the three of them walked back up the hill to do more scenes.

"Joe, about the air force trains?" Olivia asks in a hushed voice as she slides in their favourite booth. She literally knocked Charles down to get through the door, she hated it when she wasn't sat next to the window and made it her life mission to annoy them all until they let her sit there and bought her an ice cream.

She slid right to the end and sat down.

But not on the red vinyl seats.

Cary's lap.

"Ew! Move!" She squealed as she jumped up onto the table to get away from him. Cary and the others all laughed at her disgusted expression, and then Preston went bright red.

"Olivia! Your skirt has ridden up a bit!" He half yells, his blush deepening. Immediately, all eyes went to Olivia's thighs, and the dress that was only barely covering up her knickers.

"Cary. Move." Olivia snapped, ignoring Preston for the second.

"No." He laughs, leaning back in his chair.

"Fine then. I'll sit here." Olivia said, settling to get comfy on the table. Alice was smirking at Olivia, and gestured for her to lift her skirt a bit higher.

"Is this better Preston?" Olivia asks as she shows more and more leg.

"Oh my god pull it down!" Preston yells, covering his eyes. Olivia laughs and watches as all the boys go beet red- even Cary!

"What's the matter Charles?" Olivia teases. "You've just realised I'm a girl?"

"Joe? Why so embarrassed?" Alice asks, joining in on the fun. "Doesn't she look pretty? Are you trying to say she's ugly- or worse? Hideous!" Joe goes even redder and copies Preston by covering up his eyes.

"Smartin." Olivia says, and he drags his eyes from her legs.

"Yeah?" He asks, wetting his lips.

"Oh my god you should see your face!" Olivia squeals, laughing her head off and pulling down her dress so it safely covers her thighs.

"Best thing ever!" Alice giggles, giving Olivia a high five.

"Is it safe to look?" Preston asks, his hand still over his face.

"Define safe." Olivia grins. Cary didn't move, so Olivia sits on the table while the waitress comes to collect their orders. She gives Cary a disapproving look, and sighs at Olivia. She knows better than to get involved with the gang's seating arrangements.

"Olivia move!" Charles yells. "I can't see Cary." Olivia ignores him and decides to hum the batman theme song incessantly, ignoring the moans for Cary to either move so Olivia could sit in her seat or for her to shut the fuck up.

"So what were you saying earlier, about the train being an Air Force train?" Alice asked after they all made a pact to ignore Olivia's humming.

"I make models. Like, plastic ones. You know, glue them, paint them-"

"And he's not embarrassed by that." Preston cut Joe off, snorting in laughter. Olivia rolled her eyes, what was with guys and insulting each other?

"Look who's talking math camp!" Cary snickered, and earning a hurtful look from Preston.

"I liked math camp." Preston mumbled, shooting glances at Cary and pretending he was really wounded at his words.

The waitress came by with everyone's orders, and placed a plate of fries in the middle of the table.

Right in front of Olivia.

"Thanks, can I also have a coffee please? Cream on the side." Charles asked the waitress, reaching his arm to the fries resting in front of Olivia.

"He's so sophisticated." Cary said to Alice with a wink. Olivia, noticing this got slightly upset and proceeded to grab a handful of fries and stuff them in her mouth.

"Shut up, shit-head. I like coffee!" Charles snapped, shoving a chip in his mouth. Cary scoffed. "No-one likes coffee." Olivia feeling bad for Charles piped up. "I do!" And daintily slipped a chip in her mouth.

"Anyway, Air Force trains, even the models have these tiny little hooks-"

Preston nodded enthusiastically, glad to know that he knows something and isn't entirely lost. "Yeah! For when the trains are loaded on the transport ships."

"Every car in that crash had hooks." Joe states, looking at everyone's faces for their reactions.

"Joe, would you just stop talking about it, all right?" Charles snapped.

"Wait, guys. Am I the only one who doesn't understand what any of this means?" Martin asked.

"Probably Smartin." Cary mocked.

"Cary, shut up!"

"No you shut up!" Cary snapped.

"I don't like it when you call me that."

"I'm sorry Smartin. Let's just go cry about it." He teased. Olivia looked down at him and flicked his head.

"No, I don't want to." Martin said in a clever way of a comeback.

"Martin, if you can't think of a good comeback…do this." Olivia said, and using Cary as a demonstrating puppet, grabbed his fries and started licking them all, one by one.

Cary stared at Olivia in horror.

"What are you doing to my fries?" He asked sadly.

"This is so no one will swipe your grub Cary!" Olivia said enthusiastically, and took pleasure in watching him glare at her. "Charles was eating them all."

"Dr. Woodward had that map. He drove onto the train tracks." Joe said, ignoring the bickering between Olivia, Martin and Cary. "Maybe, there was something he wanted to destroy…" Joe said warily.

"My God, will you guys just shut up?" Charles looked at each of them, his eyes cloudy with anger. First the fries and now this? Charles is not having a good day.

"Maybe he was just sick of being old and wanted to kill himself?" Cary asked everyone.

"That's a dumb idea." Martin muttered, looking at Olivia in apprehension.

"He had a gun. Why not use that?" Joe wondered aloud, not getting the warning glance from Martin.

"Out of bullets?" Cary mused, ignoring Martin as he kicked Cary under the table to try get him to shut up.

"There are infinitely more effective ways to commit suicide. Pills, hanging…" Preston listed them off on his fingers.

"Guys shut up!" Martin shouted. Everyone stopped and stared at Martin. He never shouted.

"Hey, you fat pussy! Stop taking my fries!" Cary shouted at Charles. "Even if they are slobbered over they're still mine!"

"Ew! You ate those?" Olivia asked, laughing. The waitress walked past and Cary waved his arm to get her attention. "Excuse me." Cary asked. "Could we get another order of fries? Because my friend here is fat." The waitress nodded and turned to walk away. She was used to the weirdness of the gang.

"Funny, Chompers." Charles snapped at Cary who was laughing at his own joke. Olivia smiled a little and watched as Charles got angry and smacked him on the arm and Cary threw a fry at him.

"You could jump from a building." Preston added to the conversation before-hand.

"Or fall down some stairs." Martin added, giving Olivia a wary look.

"Well, that's not really effective."

"It isn't?" Martin asked, offended that his idea wasn't good enough.

"Can I sit in my seat now Cary?" Olivia asked.

"No." He said in amusement, and Olivia raked her brain to annoy them. She was quite good at this, and last time managed to annoy Preston for two whole weeks until he apologised and bought her a vanilla ice cream with a flake. By then, he was ready to just about kill himself.

Olivia then proceeded to sniffle incessantly every few seconds.

"If it's the Air Force, what would the Air Force have on the train?" Alice asked.

"Olivia! Shut the fuck up! Jesus, all of you just shut up about it! You heard what old man Woodward said, we can't talk about this. Ever!" He shouted, slamming his hand down on the table, causing Olivia to flinch. "Joe, seriously. Do your really wanna take a chance that something could happen to your dad too?" Charles said to Joe harshly. Joe looked down and tears welled up in his eyes. Alice looked at him sadly, and Olivia just wanted to give him a hug.

Charles looked ready to open his mouth and start another rant, but then Olivia- who had enough of it- bitch slapped him.

Everyone stared at her, shocked, and Olivia feigning nonchalance started humming the batman theme tune again, shouting out 'BATMAN' at the appropriate moments.

"I can't believe you slapped me." Charles said numbly. Olivia looked over at him for the first time, and saw that his cheek was ruby red.

"You deserved it." Olivia said huffily, crossing her arms over her chest. Charles stared at her arms for a moment, and then back up at her face.

"You are a bitch Olivia. Seriously. You're horrible to Cary, you're always in fights with people at school for no reason, you always cross the line when you tease people, you never help with the movie, and you always always make things all about you. We're your best friends. And you slap me?" He said to her, watching as Olivia's eyes filled up with tears, knowing that every word he said is true. "You're mean and bitchy when you don't get your way, you make us all pay for everything, when have you ever spent anything on one of us? You lie to us about everything."

The tears filling up in Olivia's eyes slowly slid down her face as she stared at Charles.

"What do you have to say?" Charles demanded, sending another quick glance at her arms.

Another tear, and Olivia forced a smile. "I know." Was all she said. And then she walked outside the diner.

Cary raced after her, and then Charles, Joe, Preston Martin and Alice all came out too.

Charles walked up to Olivia, his face still hard. "Tell us what's going on. We're your friends."

Olivia just shook her head, tears still making tracks down her face. Charles nodded to Joe, who walked over to Olivia. He gripped her arm, and stared straight into her eyes, not breaking eye contact.

"Olivia, please. Tell us what's going on."

"Yeah, what is going on?" Alice said, pushing past the wall of boys. "I don't understand why you're all being like this? What's Olivia done?"

"Show us, Liv." Cary said, putting an arm on her shoulder. Tears continued to drip down her face, but she stared at them in confusion.

"Show you what?" She asked, honestly puzzled. Cary took Olivia's arm in his hand and Joe moved away. Olivia stared deep into Cary's beautiful blue eyes and slowly got the hem of her sleeve.

"Tell me when to stop." He whispered, only to her, so the others didn't hear. Olivia knew what he was talking about now. He was talking about the scars. It all came down to it. He must of just found out before the crash. That's why he was being so protective.

Olivia watched Cary as he edged up her sleeve further. "How did you know?" She asked fearfully.

The sleeve was all the way up to her elbow now, and slowly he flipped her arm, wrist upwards.

And then Cary did something she never thought Cary would do.

He kissed her wrist. Slight pressure on it, and it was only for a second, but it sent electric currents whizzing through her body and she shivered.

He wiped away her tears with the edge of his thumb and smiled.

"Please stop cutting. For me."