Author's Note: You guys are going to kill me. I can feel it. Or maybe you'll just kill Troy and leave me out of it.. yeah? There's absolutely no Jatie in this chapter; it's focusing more on Troy and Katie's past because I've been ignoring him for the past 2 chapters. My bad.

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Of course, who am I to lie and say that nothing happened after that insanely passionate kiss last night? He spent the night and we had some make-up "fun" but it was clearly more than that. Neither of us would admit it, though. Admitting it would make things official, and with all the nonsense that's been going on these past few weeks, I know I for one don't want to take the next step. I woke up alone this morning; a little disappointing but I know he had to leave so I let it slide.

He explained the whole situation to me last night; how he got a contract with Cuda and was leaving for a modeling/commercial shoot in Cancun for the next three weeks. So, Cancun wasn't the most trouble free area for a guy with his looks and age.. but I had faith. I mean, again, we weren't official. I decided to be a little productive with my time, as well, and go confront Troy now that I knew the truth about us. The only problem was.. how do I get in contact with him?

Hmm.. he said he was an "art prodigy" or whatever. I called Kelly to ask her if she knew of any up and coming artistic geniuses in the area that sprang up recently, specifically if any of them were named Troy Hayn. I thanked Gustavo mentally for picking such an efficient "It" girl as an assistant, because without her, we would all (Big Time Rush, Rocque Records) be nowhere. She said he had an open exhibit tonight at 7 but she knew for a fact that all these knew "art types" were at the studio all day setting up and preparing for their big night. I figured I'd give it a try.

I walked into the studio and saw him standing in the center of the floor looking around in awe at his creations. For a second I felt like I was interrupting an important moment but then I thought that this guy's a real asshole so it shouldn't matter, regardless.

"Hey Troy." I walked up and stood next to him taking in his art work while he stared at me in shock.

"Uhh hey.. Katie.. What are you doing here?"

He was suddenly defensive and I realized that before I walked in he looked almost.. innocent. I figured that this was his territory, no one from his past had ever stepped into his world so me being here was a definite shock to his life structure.

"I just came here to talk.. that's it. No threats.. no plots.. just you and me clearing up some misunderstandings."

He was silent while staring at me. It was as if he was calculating my position in this game we were suddenly playing and whether my reason to "talk" would allow me any leads or gains. I stared back with what I hoped was sincerity. This kid was still insecure with himself after all those years of torment and who was I to make it worse for him now that he was coming out and finding himself through art. Even though he did violate me, I was in a forgiving mood.

"I should be the one who's scared of you, Troy. Not the other way around. I really did just come here to talk.." I tried again.

"Uhh.. yeah. Yeah, ok. Let's talk then."

We walked over to the bar that was set up in the studio for tonight's guests to snack and socialize while considering the meaning behind Troy's collection.

I decided to start. "We've had an awkward few weeks.. and I just want to clear up what you've been trying to accomplish.. or what your motives are.. or something. I'm just really confused because you seem to be coming from a different place than what I remember.."

"Do you remember that day at the lockers? When Olive slapped me?" From my dream, of course. It all really did seem like a dream but I guess it did happen.

"Yeah.."

"And you remember how you stepped in and stopped her? Stopped her from doing worse? I realized on that day that Olive wasn't the one I should fear. No. It was you. Because you controlled her. You could pull on her strings and make her do anything you wanted."

"Troy, that's crazy. We were best friends-"

"No. There was something more. I spent the whole day trying to figure out what it was because I knew deep down that Olive wasn't capable of such things. She would never be able to rise up and fight back.. especially after.."

I thought back to my dream again and how Olive had confessed her past to me and how Troy seemed to be the cause of everything she had become then. But what was confusing me was that Troy sounded like he was blaming ME for being bullied after he and Olive had switched schools.

"Troy.. wait. Are you saying that I somehow.. told Olive to do those things to you?"

"How else could I explain it? You were the stronger one. You were the bold one. The one who didn't stand for anyone's shit. And as her best friend, I knew she had told you about what I had done. And as a girl, I knew revenge was what you lived for."

"Woahwoahwoah. What kind of girls have you been growing up with? What makes you think ANY of that makes sense?"

This kid was seriously messed up. I suddenly didn't think this "chat" was such a good idea..

"You think I'm stupid, don't you? I had it all figured out and once I knew who I was up against, I stepped my game up, too. I dropped Olive like a broken toy and changed targets. Of course, you wouldn't remember this, would you?"

None of this was making sense. Switched targets? When did that even happen? I was never bullied. Especially not by him.

"No. No. You left Olive alone after that day because you were scared of what else she might do to you."

"Haha. I knew I got you bad. Do you remember that day.. it was raining really hard and it was you, me, and Olive waiting for the bus outside school. I was watching the two of you talk and laugh and decided now was as good a time to get my revenge."

No. No no no. What was this? Was he messing with me again?

I saw the rain. It was pouring, hard bullets of water dropping down around us. We didn't have umbrellas so we were cramped inside the bus station waiting for the next bus to pick us up.

I looked back at Troy and saw his lips moving but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

Olive was calling her mother, asking her to pick us up because the buses weren't going to be running in such weather.

I felt a headache coming on. What was happening to me? I got up to leave but standing made my head spin and I knew I wouldn't make it out the door without throwing up. I saw Troy stay seated as I wobbled my way around the room looking for an exit.

We couldn't see three feet in front of us, the rain and fog was so bad. I was leaning my head against the window of the bus station. I could hear Olive arguing with her mother. I heard his footsteps before either of us could realize what was happening.

I was feeling suffocated, I couldn't breathe in this studio anymore. I looked back at Troy and saw him laughing at my state.

"Remember now?"

It was the most painful thing I had experienced but also the least. I heard the smack as my head collided with the window before I felt the glass break through my face and I fell to the ground. I heard Olive's scream and saw Troy's shoes move past me as he ran into the rain. It was like a really bad migraine but it was fading. I tried telling Olive I was alright.. I tried moving..

"What did you do to me.." I was shaking.

"I just gave you a look at who you were messing with. You think just because I let Olive play around with me for a little while, that I wouldn't get my revenge? I was the one who ruined her life. Not the other way around. I always had it planned out, how I would get back at her.. but then you showed up. It didn't take me long to figure out how to get rid of you, though."

"You tried to kill me.."

I woke up in a hospital bed. They told me I had been unconscious for 2 weeks.. that I had a pretty nasty fall. Slipped in the water from the rain. Smacked right into the window.

"Murder wasn't really my intent but if it happened along the way.. sure.."

"They told me I fell."

"Why do you think you and Olive stopped talking? She abandoned you. She was scared. She left that school a week after you were put into the hospital. She couldn't handle the guilt of it all so she lied.. said you were being stupid and fell.. I couldn't stop reminding her about her betrayal."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I don't like looking stupid."

"So you try to kill a person?" I didn't know what to do anymore.

"You didn't come back to school, either. I heard they had released you and you were going to spend another few weeks recovering at home."

There was a boy there to visit me, saying he was there to deliver my homework. I had never seen him before, but he seemed nice so I let him stick around for a while. He mentioned a girl named Olive but I told him I had never heard of her.

"You knew.. you knew I lost my memory."

"It was the best day of my life. I went and told Olive about it, too, and you know what she said? She was just as relieved as I was. She hoped that you would never remember her so that we could all just move on."

I was speechless. A few years ago I had woken up one morning and remembered all my friends names and my school days like my memories were never gone. They had asked me what I remembered up to and I told them that I was waiting for a bus in the rain and then I woke up in the hospital because i fell. I tried getting in touch with Olive but after being ignored for a few weeks, I held up a bitch card and decided to drop her if she was going to drop me. I didn't think anything was wrong..

"So why are you back.."

"Good question. I had been looking for you for months because the next time I went to your house for a "friendly visit", the neighbors told me you had left for Hollywood. That was news to me, so I planned.. and waited.. and then made my move. I came here to find you. To destroy you. I never wanted you to be happy because that would mean I lost."

"Are you listening to yourself? You're insane!"

"Maybe. I'm surprised that it took us this long to get to this point, though."

"You'll never get away with this."

"Watch me."

I should have known what was coming next. Anticipated it, even. But maybe I'm a little too naive when it comes to matters like this.

His fist came in contact with my face and I was knocked off my feet. I had never been touched like that before and I screamed out in pain while scrambling for the exit again. A kick to my stomach sent me sliding to the wall and I gasped from the shock of the attack. I saw him standing above me through blurry eyes and prayed for someone to rescue me. I felt his foot fall hard on my elbow and I screamed out feeling my arm break. I was delirious from the pain now and knew I wouldn't be conscious for much longer.

"We'll finish our talk after my exhibit. I need to clear up you dirty blood before my guests arrive."

I screamed when he pulled me by the shoulders, not taking into consideration my already broken arm. He was dragging me somewhere and all of a sudden I could breathe in fresh air. We were in an alley behind the studio and after dragging me a few more feet into the shadows so no one could spot me, I guess, he dropped me and walked away.

I reached for my phone in my back pocket and dialed the first number that came up from my random button pressing.

"Hello?"

I couldn't concentrate on the voice anymore.

"Hello? Katie?"

I tried speaking but I couldn't hear myself.

"Katie? Katie, what's happening? Answer me!"

I was just so tired. And the pain was going away..

"Hello? Katie!"


Fucking. Psycho.