Hey you guys.

Parts of this chapter (the first part of Nya's POV) was inspired by our end-of-the-year dinner and dance and well . . . I didn't have that great of a time. I'll explain why after the chapter, just because it was inspiration for this.

This is going to be a loooong chapter.

And so, let us begin!

Chapter Eleven: The Worst Night of My Life

Friday, September 11th

[Lloyd's POV]

I'm waiting for my friends at the front door of the gymnasium where the dance takes place. Loud music is blaring from inside, and lights flash through the tiny window in the door. I fiddle with my collar. I'm wearing a green plaid shirt and tan pants with brown dress shoes. My mom made me wear this shirt, and I HATE it.

"Lloyd!" I turn to face the speaker. It's Brad. He's a friend of mine I met at that stupid summer camp. He's one year below me.

"Hey Brad!" I say excitedly. "I didn't know you were even coming to this school! I haven't seen you around."

"Probably because I've spent most of my time in the principal's office," Brad laughs. I shake me head.

"Brad, you are insane." He laughs at that, and adjusts his shirt in disgust. "Your mom make you wear it?" I ask.

"Yes," he grumbles. "And I HATE purple." I just laugh at his misfortune.

"Hey, Lloyd! There you are!" Kai comes rushing up to me. He's dressed in a sleek red dress shirt, black pants, black loafers, and a belt. The spikes on his head are a little more tamed, like he spent hours shaping every single one. His sister, Nya, stands next to him, wearing a cap-sleeved red dress that comes down to her knees. I frown, she almost looks the same height as Kai.

"Um, Nya? Did you have a growth spurt in two hours?" I ask. Kai turns to her.

"I told you not to wear those heels! Not only are you going to kill your feet, you're going to look taller than me!"

"Kai, loosen up, this is supposed to be fun!" Nya laughs. She then peeks into the opened door, biting her lip. She suddenly looks really nervous.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Don't worry about it," she says quickly, and then rushes off into the building. I shrug, and turn to Kai.

"Let's wait for Matt," I say. Kai nods. We don't have to wait for long. Matt comes rushing over quickly to us.

"Quick, get inside," he hisses.

"Why?" I say, stumbling backwards into the gym, leaving Brad behind.

"Just go!" Matt snaps. Kai follows us in.

"What's up, Matt?" he asks in a deadly serious voice.

"My mom," Matt whispers. "She wanted to check my bag and make sure I had everything."

"What's so bad about her checking your bag?" I frown. Matt gives us a sneaky grin.

"Follow me." Matt leads us into the bathroom and opens the handicap stall door. He shoves Kai and I in with him, and then locks the door.

"What the hell, Matt?" I bark.

"SHHH!" He slowly unzips his bag. Kai and I peek in, and our eyes widen.

"Is that-?"

"Alcohol?" Kai whispers. Mat nods.

"Four bottles of beer, two vodka, and one liquor," Matt says, grinning mischievously. I shake my head.

"I dunno, Matt . . . we've broken rules before, but nothing like this."

"Like what?" We freeze. There's someone else in the bathroom. Kai unlocks the stall door and looks out. It's Blake Western.

"YOU!" Kai shouts. I grab onto this arms.

"Whoa, Kai, whoa, calm down!" I say.

"Blake, we'll give you a bottle if you keep quiet," Matt hisses, gesturing to the bag. Blake looks at us.

"Hmm . . . I'll think about it." And that's when he pulls out a cellphone.

[Nya's POV]

I walk around the crowed room. Heavy bass music is making my ears pound. I'm searching for Jay. There's a couple making out in the corner (it looks like they're probably juniors), a girl of giggly girls trying to get another girl to ask a guy named Raymond out, a group of boys talking having a burping contest, and a few cheerleaders dancing.

I swallow. I don't see Jay anywhere. What if he doesn't show? Suddenly, I spot a boy standing awkwardly off to the side, his back against the wall. He's wearing a white collared shirt, tan pants, and loafers. I recognize him as Zane, Jay's best friend.

"Hey there, Zane."

"Hello, Nya. Are you having a good time?"

"Have you seen Jay?" I ask, smoothing down my dress.

"He is over by the snack table," Zane says, pointing across the room. "He was looking for you."

"Thanks Zane!" I squeal. I rush over to snack table as fast as I can. I spot Jay standing at the side of the table, a cookie covered with rainbow sprinkles in his hand.

He looks so handsome. His brown hair is completely flat expect for a tiny little tuft in the front. He's wearing a blue collared shirt, a black bow tie, a black vest, black pants, and sleek black shoes.

"Jay!" I shout happily, running up to him. He looks at me and blushes deep red.

"Oh . . . hey."

"You were looking for me?" I ask, trying so hard not to seem desperate.

"Well . . . I wanted to tell you that . . . "

"Yes?" I ask nervously.

"I'm leaving," he says.

"Now?" I reply, shocked.

"Yeah."

"Okay," I whisper, my voice cracking. "Okay." He turns to leave. I watch him walk away. Soon he disappears into the crowd. I walk back over to Zane.

"Did you find him?" Zane asks. I nod and look down at the ground. The song "Happy" blares through the speakers. A tear drips down my cheek. This song was not meant to be playing during a rejection. Zane place a hand on my shoulder.

"Nya? Are you alright?" I shake my head.

"He left," I croak.

"Now?" asks Zane, shocked. "Before the dance barely started?" I nod.

"Yup."

"Oh . . . I am so sorry, Nya," Zane says softly. I sink down to the floor, tears dripping down my cheeks faster now.

"Nya! What's wrong?" I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to face Becky.

"J-Jay left . . ." I sob. Her blue eyes fill with sympathy.

"You want a chair?" she says, reaching for one of the hard, metal chairs on the side of the gym. I nod and sit down. "Is there anything I could do help?" I shake my head.

"Look, he didn't leave because of you, I promise," she says softly.

"What if it was because of me!?" I cry.

"Do you want me to call him?" Becky asks. "I'll ask him why he left."

"No!" I shout, "That'd be awkward!"

"If there's anything I can do, tell me," she says softly. "Okay?"

"Okay . . ." Tears slide down my cheeks faster and heavier now.

"Nya, if you're going to cry, you might wanna do it in private . . . Like in the bathroom."

I nod, and quickly rush to the hallway that leads to the bathroom. Halfway down, the hall I kick off my heels. Then I finally duck into the bathroom.

There I burst into tears, not caring if anyone walks in on me.

[Zane's POV]

Why did I even come to this dance? Jay's not here anymore . . . I only came so he wouldn't be lonely. But instead he decided to break Nya's heart and leave me here. I can hear Jay's voice in my head,

"You're jealous, aren't you!?"

Okay, I am jealous. Jay's might be so focused on Nya that he won't hang out with me. Then I will be all be all alone again, bullied and hated by everyone.

"Hey, you're Zane, right?" I turn to face the source of the voice.

"Yes, I am," I reply. The boy smiles kinda evilly.

"I'm Gene, the smartest Freshman in the whole school," he smirks. "And I'm gonna run for Vice President." I swallow.

"And . . . ?"

"And if you don't vote for me, I will know," he threatens. "And I'll make your life miserable. You know those keys that went missing?"

"Yes, I do," I reply, raising my eyebrow. He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls a ring of silver keys.

"You'll never get these back if you don't vote for me," he says.

"You are being incredibly uncivil and unfair!" I shout, lunging forward to try to grab the keys.

"Nope," Gene snarls. "Have a good night." And with that, he vanishes into the crowd. I clench my hands into fists. I will find a way around voting for him, and get those keys back no matter what. Bullies do not deserve to be Vice President. There has to be a way I can get around it. Then it strikes me . . .

I could run for Vice President.

This new thought is a brilliant one. It would work. I'd tell Gene about it, and I'd get my keys back.

"Haha, of course! You should totally do it!" A voice cuts through the crowd nearby me. I turn to look. It's Becky, dressed in a dark blue dress, her hair still in it's two braids. She's talking to one of her friends. My heart sinks. Running for Vice President would be running against her. But I need those keys back.

But what's more important: Becky's success, or my student record?

[Nya's POV]

I've had to leave the bathroom; there's about five girls gossiping at their boyfriends and applying pound after pound of makeup. Now I'm standing outside of the bathroom, near the drinking fountain.

"Hey, babe," says a slurred voice. I turn to face Blake, who's coming out of the boy's bathroom.

"Not now, Blake," I say roughly.

"Why? Your date break your heart?" He coughs and leans against the wall.

"Shut up and leave me alone!" I shout. Blake stands in front of me, preventing me from going anywhere. He leans closer to me, pinning me against the wall.

"Look, babe, that jerk's never gonna now . . ." His breath reeks of beer, and he leans so close that his face is centimeters from mine.

"HELP!" I scream. The boy's bathroom door flings open again. Three boys come barging out. The first one is Matt, looking incredibly drunk. Following him is Lloyd, his face slightly flushed. He looks ready to throw up. The last boy's spiky hair is a mess, his eyes slightly glazed over . . . Kai.

"BLAKE!" he roars, tearing the dark-haired drunkard away from me. Kai's probably a little bit tipsy, but at least he's not as drunk as the other three boys: I watch as Lloyd rushes into the bathroom holding his mouth, and Matt looks ready to pass out.

"Ass!" Blake spits, shoving Kai back.

"You guys . . . don't fight anymore . . ." Matt slurs. I march right to him.

"You brought the alcohol, didn't you?" I snap.

"Uh-huh . . ." Matt drones, and then he passes out on the floor. Lloyd pokes his head out of the bathroom.

"Aw shit, Matt, really?" he sighs. I march right up to him, wobbling on my heels.

"You guys have broke the rules before, but this has gone too far!" I yell. "Look what's happening to you guys!"

"I'm going home," groans Lloyd.

"How?" I exclaim.

"Calling another friend," Lloyd slurs. "Bye, Nya." He walks off down the hall, slightly shaking. Blake stumbles into the bathroom, looking ready to throw up.

"Sis, we need to go home," Kai says, his voice shaky.

"Dad's gonna kill you," I whisper. Kai leans on my shoulder.

"I know, sis. I know." Together we hobble out of the room. We're halfway down the hall when we're stopped by a redheaded girl.

"Wait, you're Kai, aren't you?" Kai squints, trying to see properly.

"Uh, yeah, hey Rachel."

"How do you know my name?!" she gasps.

"You were waiting for your brother when he was in detention," my brother replies. I can tell he's trying so hard to not sound drunk.

"Oh yeah," Rachel says softly. "Anyways, I've gotta go, bye Kai, Nya." She pushes past us to get to continue her walk to the bathroom.

"How'd she know my name?" I ask Kai.

"You are cheer captain," he slurs. Suddenly, he gasps and swallows hard.

"Kai . . ." He looks very green. "Kai . . . are you okay?" He looks at me, and opens his mouth to speak . . .

[Kai's POV]

"Kai . . ." Nya says worriedly, looking at me. "Kai . . . are you okay?" I turn to look at her, and open my mouth to speak. I feel a sudden burning sensation in the back of my throat. Before I know what's happening, acid comes up and out. Nya jumps back, her eyes wide.

"KAI!" she shouts. She grabs my arm. "Oh, Kai, how much did you drink?"

"I have no idea," I groan. "N-Nya st-stand back-" She moves away again as I let my stomach loose.

"Kai, we need to get you home now," Nya says sternly, yet worry is flowing from her eyes.

"How are we gonna get home?" I croak. My head's spinning now . . . "N-Nya . . ." Again, she grabs my arm.

"We are going to walk home," Nya says sternly. "Calling dad would be a mess. Maybe you'll sober up on your way home." In my head, I'm imagining a million things that could go wrong, but it's easier to just say,

"Okay."

[Cole's POV]

My cell phone's been buzzing off the hook.

Samuel: dude where the hell r u

Jackson: cole ur no fun get over here now

Leon: dude wtf where r u

Jackson: srsly get over here

Carly: coooolllle where are you

Tina: where r u hence?

I groan and turn my phone off. For me there's no reason to go to the dance, I don't have a date, and I don't want to hang out with Jackson and Samuel. My life doesn't make any sense to me anymore . . .

My phone suddenly rings. Someone's calling me. Oh jeez. I look at the caller ID . . . it's someone I don't know. Frowning, I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, uh, is this, um, like, Cole Hence?"

"Yeah . . . what you want?"

"It's Kasey. You know, the one you met a few days ago?"

"Oh yeah . . . what is it?"

"Well, Cole, uh, my friends are trying to get me to ask this jerk out, and I'm trying to lie and tell them I have a boyfriend, but I don't have one sooo . . . will you pretend to be my boyfriend? Pleeeease?"

"Why me?!"

"Heh heh . . . pleeeease Cole?"

"Why don't you ask Samuel or Jackson?"

"Ewww, no way."

"Look, I don't like faking relationships."

"Then let's have it be for real."

I freeze up. No way . . . oh gosh, how am I gonna get out of this one?

"Um, okay, sure, whatever." Oh shit, what the hell did I just say?

"Okkaaay! Yaaaaaaaaay! Mindy, get over here!" Another voice filters through the speakers, which must now be on speakerphone. I then notice the music is fairly quiet in the background, which means they must be in the hallway.

"What, Kase?"

"I'm going out with Cole, I can't ask Timone!"

"Then why isn't he here?"

"I'm sick," I lie.

"Oh, poor thing!" Mindy says. "I hope you feel better."

"I gotta go, Kase," I say, using the nickname Mindy used.

"Bye Cole!" I hang up, shaking.

What have I just gotten myself into?

Next chapter is probably going to be the aftereffects of the dance. We'll follow Kai and Nya's walk home, find out what's up with Jay, see what Zane's doing, and find out how Lloyd's parents react to him coming home drunk-ish.

You don't need to worry about what happened to me at the dance, we got it all worked out. (He left because he didn't want to celebrate the end of the year). It's a long story, and it was almost a whole month ago, so I'm over it.

(Sorry for such the long wait.)

Anyways, there's only a few more days of school left. You people are probably thinking: no school= summer. summer= more time. more time= more updates!

Unfortunately, that may not be the case. You see, the laptop I have a school-owned laptop, so I'm gonna have to give it back. We have a family computer, but of course my mom and little brother want to use to too so . . . yeah. Expect slower updates. :(

Please, please review and tell me what you thought! It's really helpful if you give detailed reviews so I know what you liked, what you didn't like, and what you hope to see in the future.

~ForeverDreamer12, signing out!