This chapter is spicy. It gets good. And will have you at the ends of your seats.

Enough of the summary. Just read it...

--Tyler--

It's like my parents don't even know me at all. After I passed out they just left me there to sleep. They were so ignorant! I was Tyler Simms, their son. And they didn't think that I'd ever get drunk in my whole life? I'm just a kid. A bright one at times, but still.

I woke up the next day and well, let's just say life isn't all daisies and flowers. I was gonna kill Reid. With my bare hands. I've never had a headache this bad.

I quickly got dressed for school and realized today was Friday. Thank GOD.

I reached down to grab my book bag and hit my head on the table. I started cussing loudly in Chinese. Not like anyone would know what I said. Looks like the language is of use to me. Who knew?

I walked out with a groggy body. I remember my parents saying something before I kinda died on them. Something about school? Probably something like mom couldn't make it to my swim meet. Great. More bad news. Good thing I couldn't remember it.

--Pogue--

I frowned as Garwin walked by, whacking some little nerd to the ground. He was such an ass.

I walked over to the poor kid and offered a hand. He looked dazed at first, eyes wide. As if I would pull him back up and shove him down again. He mumbled a thanks and ran off. So typical.

I sighed.

Life sucked. And to make matters worse, it seems the woman raising me is worse off than I am.

I don't see why she's depressed though. Her life's great. When dad left her, it was the best thing that's happened to her. Seriously. Our family was good after he left and then when Mom starts feeling lonely she thinks of Dad and does something stupid or cries or breaks something. That's how it's been lately. Well, for the past few years.

--Caleb--

Practice went by slowly. Like a drag. I almost drowned myself.

Coach made us to extra laps and on top of that he's making us do 50 push ups on one hand. It's not all that complicated. Unless he says to do them underwater. Because it's going to be SO helpful when we die under there.

Other than that, life's great. I've been thinking of moving out. Maybe.

I haven't tutored the dumbass yet and I don't plan on it anytime soon. But yeah, I'm alone, smart, unhappy. Life will go on.

I hope.

--Tyler--

I came home with a sore back.

I wanted to sleep it off, but apparently I don't live here anymore. What the hell was this?

Boxes surrounded me as I tried making my way through them without injuring myself. WHAT?

I'm confused. Are we moving AGAIN? Dammit.

"MOM!" I yelped loudly. The chinese curses were about to fly out again.

She came bouncing down happily. "You're home!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around me.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I looked at her strangely. Was she trying to get rid of me?

"No reason." She looked too innocent the way she said it. I glared.

My tantrum caught up with me. "What the hell is this? Don't even think about moving again." I stated, my tone dripping with malice. She looked shocked.

I guess she never knew I could say the "H" word. What a great mother.

"Don't you remember? We're not moving." She gestured to herself and my father as he walked in with his reading glasses and paparwork in his hands. "But you are."

Oh, so now it's like adoption. I see how it is. They've finally gotten tired of me being an outcast and decided to ship me off to Africa with one of those boxes with breathing holes in it. I see exactly how it is.

"You'll never take me willingly!" I yelped, resembling a mad man as I ran far away from them. My parents looked flabbergasted.

So be it. If I had to be a monkey to stay in my home then I would. "I never thought it would come to this." I whispered in an eerie voice.

I think school was getting to me because I was acting a little wee-weeee. Like those psycho killers. My mom looked like she had a heart attack too. "He's scaring me, Richard." She clung to his arm tightly and he didn't even bother to look down at her.

"He's just being a boy." Still reading the papers. What was his deal?

My mom never seems to notice how much more involved he was in work than us. It's about time he noticed.

But before I could continue my dad cut me off. "We've already discussed this." His voice was demanding and for once I wasn't cringing in fear.

"Don't you remember. Last night? We decided you're going to live in the dorms." Her hands were clasped tighter. As if she was waiting for my reponse.

"Actually, I don't recall talking this over." I think that was calm enough. When the hell did WE talk this over. What happened to communicating?!

"Well, you fell asleep last night." My mom cut in. Correction woman. I passed out. And I could've died. And you don't seem to give a damn.

"We didn't discuss this! You told me you already made the choice." Things were coming back to me. And they were pissing me off.

"When did you think of ME? Did you even think to ask me before you got me a dorm?!" I yelled, my deep voice reverberating off the walls.

"You're going." His voice was dead, bland. Like that tone. The one that says 'this is done. no more discussing. what I says goes.'

Son of a... "Since when do you give a damn about what I do?" I growled.

"Tyler!" My mom shrieked.

This was going to end now.

"No. He's been doing this for forever."

My dad seemed shocked and stepped down so he was face to face with me. "You have no right to talk to me like that." He bit out.

"I have EVERY right. What you don't have is the right to treat me and mom like a piece of shit and boss us around and make our decisions for us!" My fists were shaking.

His mouth pressed into a firm line. But no words.

"Tyler, stop it. Now!" My mom butt in.

"No. I make the swim team and you don't give a crap. I get good grades and you brush them off as if I'm it's nothing. Your stupid job makes us travel ALL around the world and you get ME and mom to move with you without even asking. I've given up everything, my friends, my life, and you've sacrificed NOTHING!" I yelled.

"Shut your mouth you don't know what you're saying." He gritted his teeth.

"Really? Because it seems you never acknowledge my presence and push me around only when necessery. Don't give me that bullshit father." My voice seemed scary even to me. "When you decide to finally tell me how you're embarrassed of me as your son then come tell me."

And then he did something I never expected. Ever. Even for him.

He slapped me. Across the face. Hard. I knew it would leave a mark.

I ran upstairs for a few minutes and packed some necessities.

I stared my dad down. "As far as I'm concerned I don't ever want to see you in my life. Ever again." I turned to find my mom weeping into her sweater.

"I'll come to pick my stuff up later."I looked at the boxes and sighed.

I walked out, slamming the door behind me and swinging the keys of my new car.

I heard my name being yelled and loud sobbing.

I put the car in drive and drove off. Where I was going? Anywhere but here was good for me.

--Pogue--

I was sitting in my room, with Rooney busting loudly from my Ipod ears. Mom was having a fit downstairs and throwing ALL remnants of dad out of the house.

I wouldn't have noticed it had I not been staring. My phone shone with a bright light as the ringtone went off.

I looked at the caller ID. Unknown.

That's weird.

I pulled it open and put it to my ear but didn't say anything.

The voice on the other end quavered a little. "Hello." It rasped out.

I gasped loudly as the device slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor. It can't be.

How was THAT? Where will Tyler go? Who's on the phone? Review and you'll find out soon enough. Thanks:D

Personally, I think Ty was more manly in this one. More Caleb-ish. I'm not sure that's exactly a good thing or not.

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