My thanks to all of you who reviewed! I'm sorry that the chapters are short, but please consider this just to be the last quarter or so of chapter 8. I will honestly try to make them longer!!!

"I swear I saw it with my own eyes! My Ollie jumped in that freezing water and saved that girl's life! If it wasn't for my Ollie, she would be at the bottom of the ocean!"

I felt that if Miley said the last sentence one more time, I would drown her at the bottom of the ocean! She had locked her arms around him the moment we had reached the water's edge and had related her story to every person on the beach, including the ones with cameras that she was talking to now. The both now stood in front of one such camera and repeated the lie Oliver hadn't bothered to correct. I finally had decided to let them lead the others astray. I had bigger problems to figure out—namely, the mysteriously disappearing rescuer.

It could have been practically anyone, since everyone I had seen so far was, well, wet. We were at what they called "a beach," after all.

A voice cut through my wandering thoughts. "Mckaenna! Mckaenna, it's me! Hey, dude, trying to walk here! Do you think you could just possibly move?! Mckaenna! Hey, get out of my way!"

Lilly literally squeezed through the two large and muscular bystanders that had been blocking her way. After giving them the death glare (because of which I had to stop myself from laughing), she knelt next to me and asked very worriedly what had happened.

Before I could answer, however Miley did. "Dumbass over here went and nearly drowned herself, and my Ollie saved her life (useless enough as it is)," she sneered after she had made sure the camera wouldn't pick up her words. (Just a reminder: the language is only for effect.)

"You know, I'm still waiting for thanks from you," Oliver threw in suddenly. My heart sank the moment I heard his vanity-soaked words. Then, I realized just what he had said to me. I was enraged.

"Is that all you did it for? My thanks and five minutes of fame?!" I spat at the once-charming teenage boy Lilly had loved.

Miley's sneer now mirrored itself on Oliver's face. "I believe it's fifteen minutes of fame," he spat back. "And believe me, you're not worth even a third of it."

The next part seemed like a dream in slow-motion.

Lilly punched Oliver. She drew back her fist and connected sharply with his rather large nose.

And, to the surprise of everyone except Lilly and I, Oliver fell heavily on the sand.

"She may be worth only a third, but you'll never be worth any of it!" Lilly yelled. "No offense, Mckaenna. Mckaenna?"

However much Lilly's sudden action had startled me, the blow wasn't what had made me suddenly turn stiff. The sudden sight of Cameron standing next to the water's edge had done that.

And then I realized whose arms had pulled me from the water.