Here's the next chapter sorry I took so long. Some of you may not like it and I kinda wouldn't blame you. You can review for suggestions for the next chapter. I'm always open for ideas! R&R! :-)

"Um….." I was baffled.

Who was I suppose to choose?

Ok think Wanda, you have two pretty hot boys fighting over you. Which one is better?

Well they're both pretty much equal, I thought.

But I've know Ian longer, though our first encounter wasn't very pleasant. Mark I just met, but he understands me in a way Ian doesn't. We have so much in common.

I did a mental pro/con list in my head.

IAN

MARK

Known him longer

Just met him

Don't have much in common

Have tons of things in common

Tried to kill me

Has been nothing but nice to me

Changed for me

don't know him well, hasn't changed

Truly cares for me (I think)

Not sure of his motives

It kinda seemed obvious who I should pick.

Just go with your gut Wanda.

"Sorry Mark, I'm gunna go with Ian."

I looked down at my feet as Ian smiled smugly at Mark.

"What?" Mark asked, flabbergasted." Your picking that moron over me?"

"It's nothing personal Mark-" I began.

Mark snorted," It's nothing personal," He mimicked." Ya right. Well you two lovebirds go off, don't let me stop you." He turned his back on me.

This was not how I wanted to end things." Mark please don't feel bad," I pleaded.

"Whatever," He muttered.

Ian started tugging me away but I wasn't finished.

"The music room is straight down the hall to the left. I'll meet you in there for fourth period, okay?"

He gave a low grunt which I assumed was a response, and walked away.

I turned away, and let Ian grab my hand and lead me.

"Thank you," Ian said after a couple minutes of silence.

"For what?"

"For choosing me," Ian explained.

"Oh," I blushed," Ya well you would've done the same for me, so….."

"Well, what'd you want to show me?" I asked quickly changing the subject quickly.

"Oh!" He smiled and winked at me slyly."It's a surprise."

I rolled my eyes."I know like every inch of the school Ian, what are you going to show me that I've never seen?"

"Well," Ian drawled out," What if it's something I'm going to give you?"

"What?" I asked dumbfounded.

He's going to give me something?!

"Ha!" Ian pointed his finger at me." I have left the genius speechless."

I laughed."What do you mean?"

"I made something for you. Is that so hard to believe?"

"Well no, but I certainly never thought I'd receive a present from a boy." I responded flushed.

"Well now you can tell everyone that you have finally crossed that off your bucket list."

We both laughed.

We stopped outside the woodshop room.

"What are we doing outside of here?"

Ian grinned." Threw you off guard didn't it?"

Giggling, I nodded.

"Okay, do you trust me?" Ian asked.

I hesitated. Do I trust Ian O'Shea? The man who tried to kill me, then owned up to his mistake, and is now one of my good friends?

Slowly, I nodded.

"Good," Ian said." I'm gonna have to blindfold you. But don't worry," he added when I stiffened." I'll lead you in there and won't let anything happen to you."

I inclined and he took out a blindfold and carefully wrapped it around my eyes. Then, he grabbed my arm and steadily lead me into the woodshop room.

"You're going to love it," Ian remarked as we walked. He thought for a moment,"Well I hope you'll love it."

I giggled." If it's made by you, I'll definitely love it."

Ian laughed.

Wanda, what are you doing?! You can't flirt with Ian O'Shea!

Well It's not flirting…...It's just….Conversationally speaking.

"Here we are," Ian spoke interrupting my thoughts.

"Okay 1….2…...and 3!"

Ian took away the blindfold, and in front of me stood a small, wooden box.

"It's a…...box?" I guessed feeling slightly disappointed.

What'd you expect Wanda? An actual present? Ian wouldn't get you an actual present!

Ian chuckled."Look inside the box."

I picked up the box and inspected it. It was light blue with little white swirls that looked like feathers, slowly falling to the ground. A metal clasp shut the box tightly and I opened it. Immediately, melodic music poured out. I recognized it as Chopin Nocturne 48, the song I was playing when he first came to see me. A little piano was in the middle, and it slowly spun as the music played. It was so beautiful. A little inscription was painted in a swirly font. Music is what feelings sound like.

"Do you like it?" Ian asked worriedly.

My eyes started to fill up and I sniffed."I love it." I whispered.

I turned to him."How'd you make it?"

Oh," Ian reddened. " I came in here after school for the past 2 weeks and my friend James helped me make it."

"Thank you," I said somewhat shy." This is one of the best gifts anyone has ever given me."

" I can give you another one." Ian murmured huskily.

I tipped my head to the side, curious about what he meant.

Ian leaned in toward me, eyes mesmerizing. He grabbed my head and tilted it toward his face and closed his eyes….

OH MY GOSH IAN O'SHEA IS ABOUT TO KISS YOU!

What?! I stumbled back a bit and broke free of Ian's grip just as his lips grazed mine. I slowly backed up.

Ian looked at me, hurt clear in his eyes.

"Um…..," I stalled." I suddenly remembered that I have some stuff to do. I'll catch up with you later."

"Wanda….." Ian tried to grab my wrist but I pulled it out of his reach.

"Thanks for the gift."

I turned and ran out of there.

"Wanda come back!" Ian called after me.

I tore down the hallway and ran straight into Sarah. All her books went flying as she tumbled to the ground.

" I am sooo sorry!" I cried as I bent down to help her. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"You sure weren't," Sarah agreed as she picked up her books again.

"Who were you with right now?" She questioned.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment." Ian," I mumbled.

" So I assume he popped the question?"

"What question?"

She shook her head in disbelief." I can't believe it!" She cried. "I help him and the least he could've done was ask you. But he didn't even do that!"

"Ask me what?" I asked impatiently.

"I always have to do everything for him," She continued as if she hadn't heard me."From the day we were born I have to. All I'm asking out of him is to-"

"ASK ME WHAT?!" I shrieked.

Sarah looked at me as if she just saw me for the first time. She opened her mouth but was saved by Mel.

"Nothing that concerns you Wanda." Her voice said behind me.

I was taken aback. Mel was in on this too?! Was everyone in on this but me?!

Well you're a bit slow to catch up on things.

Shut up.

I whirled around and put my hands on my hips." Oh yes it does concern me, if he's asking me "the question." I quoted.

Mel put her arm around me," Well he hasn't asked you yet so don't get your panties in a bunch."

"Well what's the question?" I still probed, unyielding.

"Nothing Wanda." Mel responded, her voice like steel.

"It's obviously something," I said, matching her voice.

Mel's arm went from tense to relaxed." It's really nothing," She reassured me." Just something that Sarah blew way out of proportion."

I felt oddly comforted." You sure?"

"Positive."

"Well….If you say so," I replied, giving up for now.

"Trust me Wanda." She waved her dainty finger at me." Don't go prying Sunny or Sarah for anymore answers."

"Okay okay," I answered, holding my hands up in surrender." I won't go looking for answers."

"Good," Mel linked arms with me and started down the hall." So, what did you and Ian do?"

"Well he tried to kiss me."

"He did what?!"

I know you guys prob hate me right now, for not letting Ian kiss Wanda, but I had to make it interesting. Any suggestions of what I should put in the next chapter?