Hey again! I know a lot of you have been very anxious for me to update and worried that I might not ever again. Well, PRAISE BE, I have an excellent excuse for not updating for a month. My computer crashed. Again. I don't think it will ever work again :\ so anyways, I didn't get on it for like, a month, and then I was able to turn it on long enough for me to send my story document to another computer. So that's why im updating! Halleluijah! I appreciate SOOO MUCH all the reviews and private messages iv been getting.. I didn't know so many people loved my writing! Well anyway here is the chapter. It's all iv written so far, because iv been so, so busy with school, and classes, and homework, and sports, and crash time :P I included the last paragraph in the last chapter, just as a refresher. Enjoy!

I stared at her in the empty hallway and blinked, unable to answer for a several minutes. "Uh, well-dbuhhhhhh… uh….um… yeah… ok….." I felt like I needed to sit down, the shock was weighing on me and my head felt as if it would lean to the side and take my whole body with it, plunging to the floor. She stared at my shirt and began rambling. "No, really, I didn't even mean to, but I mean I couldn't think and it seemed like there was no other option, and I don't know it was like I was possessed or something I don't know I'm so so sooooo sor-"

"It's okay," I murmured. The words came out in a haze, a dreamy state. If Chyna was seeing me from an anime point of view, there would be a swirling pool around my head and little bubbles floating up and popping around me as I swayed. I concentrated at the chipped linoleum floor and the grit seeped in between each tile.

"Um…" I barely heard it, but nonetheless I lifted my light yet heavy head towards her.

She seemed to be fighting her thoughts. Biting her lip, she asked, "Was it as good as you always thought it might be?"

I didn't know how she knew I had imagined kissing her someday. At first I was shocked, I blinked as I tried to think. Gripping the straps of my back pack I backed away, I felt I might stumble any moment. "Fletcher-" Chyna reached for me, but I clumsily sidestepped.

"No."

Chyna blinked. She brought back her outstretched arm and looked at her thumbs. "Oh…"

"And yes." I continued.

I walked towards the door. "I think I'd better go now," I mumbled. I saw Chyna gaze at me, in a daze of wonderment and confusion, barely nodding and begin toward her class. I slowly pushed open the doors and let the warm sun soak in my skin. I closed my eyes and thought that no tragedy could happen in a world where a big, beautiful piece of art lights up the sky. For support, I leaned against the cool metal door frame; my feet were going to fail me, I knew it. I stepped forward, half expecting to stagger to the ground, and heard the doors to Webster High softly clunk shut behind me. I ran my hand down my face, and lifted my head towards the sky. What. Just. Happened.

Fletchers POV

Running. I was running. The wind whipped my face and made an eerie 'whooshing' sound in my ear as I looked over my shoulder for the millionth time in 3 minutes. The mob made my spine shiver just at the thought of so many people chasing one person, but when that person was me... I was a wreck. My body was damp with sweat, soaking my hair and trickling down my shirt. Terror. 'If they put effort into it,' I thought, 'they wont just give me nightmares, they'll give me a one way ticket to the hospital!' I was almost out of breath, my lungs ached and my throat tasted like blood. I wouldn't be able to go on for much longer.

I was sitting on a cement block outside of Webster High. Yeah, I totally didn't walk home like I thought I would. I didn't have an excuse for my mom as to why I would have been home early, and I didn't feel like telling her all my… 'female friend issues'. So I was sitting on that block, moping and feeling sorry for myself, and why did all this have to happen to me, blah blah blah, until the bell rang.

"Thank goodness…" I muttered, glad that I wasn't stuck in the flow of freedom drunk teenagers trying to escape the prison cell of school. Tons and tons if kids passed me by, a lot of them the cruel, heartless (in my mind) kids in the crowd who had surrounded us in the hallway… thus leading to the kiss catastrophe. They smirked and made kissy faces as they walked by me. A hot embarrassment came over my face, (I swear there was an invisible bonfire 2 feet in front of me), and I quickly stuck my burning face into my hands, my fingers entangled in my flippy hair, trying to ignore the sounds they made directed at me. After hours and hours (it seemed) of pure agony, I was alone. I glanced up from my hands and didn't see any 'mockers', so I shakingly stood up from the block and trudged into the middle of the wide cement sidewalk. The sun was at an angle; my shadow was stretched out diagonally behind me. In a blank stupor, I lifted my wrist to my face and covered my eyes to see the digital numbers on my Spiderman watch… 3:47. So I was 45 minutes late to get home. I grimaced, like someone does when they think back on an embarrassing moment, and begrudgingly kicked up a loose stone with the front of my shoe. Suddenly, a piercing GROAN, CLANK filled the air, along with scuffling on the sidewalk. I I tensed, my eyes gradually widening and filling with a terrorizing thought. I heard heavy footsteps of several bulky people approach me from behind, but I didn't need to turn around. I knew who it was.

"Hey puny. Hows your little girlfriend?" Brady taunted, and his little 'pack' behind him made smooching noises. 'Pretend he's not here,' I thought, and my stomach twisted violently. I couldn't move even if I wasn't too terrified to do so. There was a padding sound behind me, and a strong hand grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around.

"Hey! You look me in the eyes when I taunt you, little ANT," he said through gritted teeth. I winced; my shoulder felt numb as he gripped it, and I pictured bruises there tomorrow.

"I said, hows your girlfriend!" he repeated impatiently.

Oblivious, I thought of Olive and replied, "ummmmmmmm, she's… good."

"Oh, so she IS your girlfriend." He turned around to his gang and they hooted and hollered on his command.

I froze. "Wait, n-no, CHYNA isn't my girlfriend, Ol-" I stopped mid sentence, hesitating that I should mention her name to the bullies.

"What, what was that?" he asked 'innocently' as he cupped his hand around his ear.

"Someone, uh, someone else is."

I will update sooner than I did last time. I promise. And, if its not too much to ask… review please? I know I've probably lost a lot of reviewers since my last update, because they lost faith in me :( but I lost faith in me too! I don't blame you. So, anyways, like, 2 reviews would be nice, if you don't hate me too much. Lol. C ya!