Hi, sorry for the long wait on this chapter.. I was sort of at a writer's block, so I was not quite for sure exactly what I wanted to happen... hopefully this chapter is a lot better than the last chapter.. (: thank you everyone who has reviewed, read, favored and whatnot.. you guys truely are my inspiration to write and I hope to continue on updating and writing for you guys.

Chapter Nine;

Musa groaned, letting the sun shine through her garage window. What time was it anyways? A headache was forming and she knew it wasn't because of the alcohol. It was all of the previous stress the night before that was resting upon her light shoulders.

Where was she anyways? She glanced around, realizing that she was laying on her garage floor with Brandon passed out beside her, drool hanging out of the side of his mouth. She stiffened a giggle.

After several minutes of searching for her phone, she found it inside her pants pocket from the night before. She glanced down in relief that she was wearing shorts, but they were not her shorts. They must be Brandon's- she's never seen Riven wear anything like them. The name made her stomach churn and no missed calls and a few text messages; none of them were from Riven though.

Riven, oh Riven, she was so furious from the night before, that she hadn't realized it until now that she was sober. She clenched her fists and she could tell that Brandon's face was four times more swollen then normal.

Once she got her hands on him, he was going to be a dead boy.

"What time is it?" A grumbly voice muttered. Musa turned to look at Brandon who was tired looking and his face was purple and his nose almost looked broken.

"One."

"PM?" Brandon asked in astonishment. He hadn't slept in late all summer. This was the first time he had a break since he left for summer break.

Musa nodded her head and threw herself back down onto the pile of blankets that she had scattered across the garage floor. Instead of sleeping inside, they passed out in the garage. A few bikes, a lawn mower, and a few decorations were piled in the corner. They never really used the garage unless it was really stormy or when the winters would roll around, bringing large amounts of snowfall.

Brandon yawned, tilting his head towards Musa. Even after waking up, the smell of alcohol lingering, and a messy hairdo, Musa still looked incredibly gorgeous in his eyes. He couldn't understand how she was still single.

"Hey Musa" Brandon said after awkward amount of silence filling the gap in the garage.

She rolled over, facing him, her face only inches away. She felt her pulse increase and her heart pounding against her chest. She only got that feeling lately when it came to one other person. So what, was this guy any different?

Brandon leaned forward and pulled Musa into a kiss and he wrapped his arms around her fragile body. She snaked her arms around him and began to run her hands throughout his hair. Why did something this good feel so right, but so wrong? She didn't have a boyfriend, let alone she was talking to anyone, so why was there that feeling of betrayal sitting in the pit of her stomach?

After several minutes of kissing, Musa pulled away, her breathes were getting shorter.

"Uhh sorry." Brandon muttered, gathering himself together. "Look I should uhh-" Musa finished sentence for him, "Get back over there before the guys send out a search party for you?" Musa suggested.

Brandon nodded his head and touched his face, whimpering an "oww" before he turned around to leave Musa grabbed him by his arm and whispered something into his ear before he left. He left with a grin from ear to ear on his face.

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Musa walked around her kitchen, rumaging for some food. She wasn't quite for sure what was wrong with Bloom, but she texted her saying she needed to speak with her immediately.

Frantic and in a frenzy, Bloom ushered through the back door, flinging the door open. Musa winced as it hit the wall, leaving the room to echo with a loud bang. That was Bloom for you. Unsbutle and unorganized.

Bloom looked worried and tired, almost as if she had been up all night. Her face was stained with tears and her hands were slightly shaking, leaving her lips trembling. There was something about her facial expressions that Musa couldn't explain. Was she scared?

After grabbing the jar of Jiff out of the coubert, Musa turned her attention to Bloom. "Sweetie what is wrong?" Musa asked before the redheaded girl burst into tears and slid down to the ground. She lie her head on her lap and tears poured out of the poor girls eyes.

"I- I- did something terrible." Bloom chocked out the words. She burried her face deeper into the palms of her hands. She wanted to scream at herself, scream at Musa for inviting her to the party, but she knew that what she did was her fault and if Andy left her forever, she would not blame. She would not blame him one bit, whatsoever.

Musa frowned, sitting down next to the girl, rubbing her back. "Now, now, I'm sure whatever happened cannot be that bad." Musa reassured Bloom, or at least tried to.

"You don't understand. But I did, I had sex with another guy besides my own boyfriend. My own fucking boyfriend Musa do you understand that?" Bloom paused, lifting her head to stare at Musa. Shame was building up in her system. "I slept with him, and the worst part of it was I enjoyed every bit of it. I didn't think twice about what if Andy had caught me or if I would hurt Andy, I hurt him and now I'm going to have to kill him when I-"

Musa sighed, feeling her headache increase. "Don't worry, we will figure out something. You told him right?"

Bloom froze, she felt like she couldln't breathe. "No, and I can't. Musa I can't."

Musa's stomach knotted and she felt like the world was taking a shift in turn. It when one hundred and eighty degrees backwards, leaving the world half ass backwards.

"Bloom you are going to have to. And it is better if he hears it from you than somebody else. Remember when he cheated on you and he told you, even though you found out from somebody else..."

Bloom cut Musa off with a louder sob, why couldn't she have just been faithful.

Musa thought she heard footsteps in her house as she was comforting Bloom she looked up to find nothing there, even though she swore she saw somebody standing in the doorway.

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Stella frantically ran out of Musa's house and started walking across the lawn to Riven's place was. It was better than being at Musa's was where Bloom was crying her eyes out. She felt bad about Andy and what happened later on in the night, but she didn't feel as guilty knowing that Bloom cheated on Andy first. Maybe instead of letting Bloom go upstairs, she should have followed her like a good friend and prevented her from doing something stupid, but part of her wanted Bloom to realize relationships are not perfect and you always do not get what you want.

Her breathes decreased as she became closer to Riven's front door. She was almost sure of it that Musa saw her standing there, easvedropping in on their heart-to-heart conversation. Bloom looked like a pretty big mess though. She was wondering what all of her friends looked like after last night.

"What do you wan-" Riven stopped his sentence realizing that Stella was the one at the door, not Musa like he had hoped it been. He wanted to yell at her, explain how bad her hurt her, but instead it was the bubbly blonde, who didn't look so bubbly today.

Stella stood frozen in her tracks before rolling her eyes, "Look if this is a bad time, I can turn around and come back later."

Riven stopped her before she left to head back home. What was up with the animosity and hostility between everybody today? "Sorry, come on in. Thought you were-"

"Musa?" Stella asked, raising her eyebrows, a slight grin creeping off the side of her lips.

Riven scoffed, "No. I am mad at her and I hope when she comes over to apologize, she understands that I am not forgiving her."

"For what?"

"Everything."

"And what exactly is everything?" Stella placed her hands on her hips and did the head bob thing in Riven's dirrection. He almost laughed but than realized how pissed off he still was and Brandon sitting in his kitchen with all of his friends was only ticking him off faster. He was a ticking time bomb, and the first person that really set him off, oh would he feel sorry for them.

Stella blinked a few times, trying to remember what had happened the previous night. "Well shouldn't she be mad at you, you hooked up with that blonde on the dance floor."

Riven crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring what Stella just had said, even if there was a possibility it was true. "Yeah but that was after she had hooked up with Brandon. If I recall you two were suppose to hang out last night."

Stella opened her eyes in surprise, Brandon as in the hottie Brandon that had blown her off last night. While she was off with Andy because she couldn't find Brandon and she was distracting Andy from Bloom, Brandon was hooking up with Musa, Bloom was hooking up with another guy, and Riven was hooking up with a blonde after he wanted to hook up with Mitzi, or at least she figured he did.

"Yeah, my reaction as well." Riven rolled his eyes, pretending that it didn't bother him whatsoever.

Stella stood there for a few seconds, wait was Riven actually hurt? She could hear the hurt in his voice. She could see the expressions across his face, they sort of looked similiar to the ones on Bloom wore on her face earlier, except he wasn't in tears.

A small smile appeared on her flawless face, "You love her. You love-" Riven cupped his hand acrossed Stella's mouth, preventing her from speaking anymore. "I do not, now come inside or go home."

She crossed her arms over her chest, grinning at Riven's attempt to protest. He was the worst liar she had ever met. "Whatever."

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Riven walked into the room, ignoring all of the awkward stares from his friends, especially Brandon. Brandon hadn't said a word to him at all, even when he came home at one in the afternoon, he didn't say where he came from.

"Hey Stella." Timmy and Nabu mumbled as they drank their milkshakes that Riven's family nanny made for them as a snack.

She smiled softly, "Hey guys, how was the party last night?"

Timmy smiled lively, it was the biggest smile Stella had seen since he had been there. "Well great actually, Techna and I are going to look at the neurospace museum tomorrow and we are going to go out to eat and possibly the beach if we have time." A blush crept upon his already colored cheeks.

"That's great, take lots of pictures so in the future I can stay Techna actually went out on a date." Stella chuckled, getting the guys to break complete and stiff silence amongst each other.

"And you?"

Nabu smiled, "Well actually not bad. I learned a lot about Layla from her dancing. She is going to Julliard next year after you all graduate. She is going to dance. She is very good at it. And she is going to take some of my dance moves and incorporate them in a dance that she could use for your guys school dance team. She says Musa would love to learn them as well."

Stella nodded her head, that was very true.

"What about you Helia?" Helia glanced up from the local newspaper, "Huh oh yeah, it was fun."

Stella giggled, "That's it?"

He nodded his head and burried his face back into the newspaper hoping Stella wouldn't pry into his business anymore than she already had. Flora could tell more or gossip like girls do when they are together.

"Good, I like a guy who can keep his business to himself sugar." Stella smiled, picking a strawberry up out of the bowl and biting into it.

Brandon sat on the bar stool quiet enough as he was avoiding not only pissy Riven but Stella as well. He was pretty sure she knew what had happened last night, and he didn't feel like explaining and throwing out a thousand apologies to Stella at this moment in time. If he owed anyone an apology, it was the girl who lived next door.

"And you Brandon, how did it go?" Stella winked in his dirrection, covering up the uneasyness that lingered through her words. She wasn't hurt what she? Nah, Stella never felt pang or jealousy over the male specimen.

He twirled his fingers, shrugging his shoulders. "You know, great. Couldn't complain actually, besides my face hurting."

Riven scoffed, flinging the refrigerator door open. He was so pissed he was quite sure that he could actually rip the thing off of its hinges. There was no doubt about it. "I'm glad you had fun."

Stella widened her eyes, well a fight was going to occur.

"I guess I did, not that you would know or anything." Brandon slammed his fists down onto the counter, causing Stella and Timmy to jump.

Riven yanked the milk out of the refrigerator and his ice cold eyes glared at his best friend. "You know taking advantage of a girl is one thing, but when it is my bestfriend that is another thing."

Brandon rolled his eyes, "Cool, since she was the one who asked to go upstairs. Do you not know your bestfriend?"

Riven growled, "Yeah I highly doubt that. I have seen you at parties around girls. You are the one who leads them upstairs. Trust me I know, you always tell me about it the next day after you gather your shit and leave without ever talking to them again."

Brandon felt his pulse rise. Riven was the only person who knew how to get underneath his skin the way he did. "Yeah well it wasn't my fault she wanted to go upstairs. Hell I didn't even know it was her Riven."

"Well I wasn't going to let you hurt her like that. Not like you do to all of those other girls." At that moment in time, Riven didn't feel like hearing about it anymore. He was sick and tired of thinking about the night before him. "Look spare me the details okay, I don't care."

Brandon stood up, his knuckles were turning white. "If you didn't care, then why are you continuing to bring it up and not believe me?"

Instead of pouring himself a glass of milk, he grabbed the container and headed towards the doorway. He was hoping he could walk away and cool of his temper before he beat the shit out of Brandon. That was one thing about him, he was never good with his attitude. Anger management was and always will be his downfall in life.

"Whatever, I don't care alright?" He was trying to sound convincing, but it was not playing out in his favor.

"Yeah whatever, not my fault you are to stubborn to make a move on the girl you have feelings for. And you want to know the details since you won't stop bugging me about it. She's fucking great, and she fucks like a champ. Maybe if you grew some balls and actually tell her how you feel, then you might have had her last night."

"Fuck you Brandon. Fuck you." Riven growled walking out of the kitchen. He was on the verge of killing Brandon and if he didn't get out of the house, he was going to do so.

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"Riven is seriously mad isn't he?" Flora asked as she was sitting at the edge of Musa's pool dipping her blue coloured painted toes into the fresh, cool water.

Musa was fast asleep in the lawn chair with her iPod music blaring through her headphones. It was safe to talk about everything last night when Musa was asleep. She was an incredbily heavy sleeper.

Helia shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I mean he was on the verge of either killing Brandon or killing someone. He left this morning and no one has seen him since. Brandon hasn't said much since then either. He has paced around the house back and forth and he was muttering some sort of words earlier. I'm assuming they were what his sensei would tell him to do when he was angry in martial arts.

"I just hope that one another won't kill each other over summer break." Flora sighed loudly. She hated when her friends were in a huge fight. It was one drama mess after another.

Helia shrugged his shoulders and slid closer towards Flora, he rested his hand upon hers. He wasn't normally this outgoing or at least this courageous. He felt like he could be himself around Flora though. She was an easy going girl with a caring heart and he admired her for that.

She wasn't a rebel like Musa, or a partier like Layla and Stella, or a nerd like Techna nor a whiner like Bloom. She was different and she made him feel complete.

Flora felt her cheeks reddened and she entwined her fingers with Helia's. Life was great, even when their friends lives were at the verge of crumbling.

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Riven sat at the top of the hill, looking over the valley. He hugged his body towards him and he let the wind pick up and the rain droplets pelt his body. For some odd reason he felt like the world was falling and he was seconds from jumping over the hill. He wasn't trying to kill himself, he was just trying to get the heart ache to leave his body.

He had never felt this numb, nor this angry towards his two best friends in the world. He couldn't watch Brandon date Musa, not even take her on a date. He didn't even know what Musa was to him in life. Was she his best friend, was she going to become his past, was she his future? He couldn't answer that, even if he wanted to.

He knew he would have to go back eventually. He loved being in the country in his spot, the spot that he claimed was his. He never took anyone to it, and had never seen anyone up there. It was quite a bit back into a trail to get there, so maybe very little knew about it.

He always said that someday he would only bring that one special person up there. Maybe Musa was not going to be that person.

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