William watched as Emily stood up. He then realized how pretty she was. She would be a nice girlfriend. She would also be a

challenge to win over, a challenge he would like. He stood up and walked over toward her. She heard him and looked up.

"Hey, are you alright?" William asked in his most concerned voice.

"I'm fine. And it's none of your business; so back of, Dunbar. You shouldn't have been spying on me." Emily spat.

"How did you know my last name?" asked William, surprised.

"Ulrich," She said simply.

"Well, let me help you find a good place to sleep the rest of the night." William said.

"No, thank you, but I am fine. I don't think I'm going to sleep tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because… because it's none of your business, so back off!"

"Emily didn't move she just looked at William coldly, arms folded across her chest.

Mental : she folds her arms across her chest when angry, so better back off.

"Fine. I'll leave, but I'll come and check on you in the morning."

"Don't bother."

William left thinking about all the things he could do to win her over.

Odd lay in bed pretending to sleep, he truthfully couldn't sleep. It would be a few days before he would be able to again.

Normally when some one meets back up with there first crush and old friend they're happy, but Odd wasn't. The reason they lost

contact still haunted him and he had promised himself to forget her, because with her came the memories. The memories of the

day she blamed him for. The events he couldn't stop, but she held him responsible for. He could never stop seeing the people

running the people screaming. He knew Emily was thinking the same thing. That tears where running down both of there faces for

the same reason. He never hated her; it was she who had ended their friendship. It was she who said he shouldn't have done

what he had done. It was she who told him that she couldn't trust him anymore because he had chosen her over who she wanted

him to choose. It was she who made him want to forget.

He could've forgotten or at least lived with himself until she yelled; until she said the words he for so long wished could be a

nightmare.

"I hate you! You are never going to be my friend again. How could you do something like that? I had made up my mind and I

didn't need you going around and making all MY decisions! I hate you and never want to see you again!" She had yelled then had

stormed out, leaving him hurting in the corner by her mother's car.