Hi guys! Hope you enjoy the update! I'll be posting a special chappie tomorrow because it's my birthday and I'm turning 15...so...well, I don't really know why it'll be special or what my birthday has to do with it. I guess I'm a certifiable show-off! :)

Anyway, enjoy!

Isa

School the next day is completely crap. I'm not even kidding, Even maths class sucked. I couldn't concentrate and Mrs. Lekinson kept picking on me, to answer various questions.

Now, it's lunch time and I'm sitting there, playing with my poorly boiled vegetables on the plate, and staring as the carrot oozes orange juice, glumly.

"Isa? You okay?" My friend, Laura asks, waving her hand under my nose and looking at me, concerned over the tops of her glasses.

"I'm fine." I tell her. They don't know I have a disabled aunt. I know, it sounds bad, but for some reason I never told them, even my closest friends out of the bunch. I guess it didn't feel right to tell them.

Laura just nods, but oddly, as if she doesn't believe me but doesn't want to push. She turns back to her own plate, continuing to gossip with the rest of the people on our table.

"Isa." A male voice says above me, suddenly. I jump and look up, recognising that voice.

It's Harry.

And suddenly, it's clear what I need.

"Babe, we have senior committee in five..." He cuts off, when I rise from my chair, obviously seeing something in my eyes. "You, ah, okay?"

"Let's go..." I say, grabbing his collar and dragging him after me. Harry makes a confused sound, but doesn't protest, as I drag him to the locker. Suddenly all eyes are on up, and I don't even care, for once.

"Go where? Isa?" Harry asks, as I drag him, bodily to the hallway, and pushing him up against the wall. His pretty brown eyes widen, as I lean in close and lick him on the nose.

"It's been a long time..." I whisper against his lips. Harry chuckles, his surprise melting into compliance. I don't remember the last time he's objected to a full on make-out session. He never runs out of stamina.

I kiss him, and he kisses me back, and then, our positions are switched, so suddenly, I can feel the cold lockers against my skin and I remember that Harry always likes being in control. That should piss me off, but I'm numb; I can't feel anything except blankness, and a soft hum at the back of my mind, nagging me to stop.

I don't.

Tears fall down my cheeks, and it's like a movie screen or a projector being played in my mind as scenes of aunt Shelley flip through my mind. I remember mom telling me, she's seriously sick, been sick for the past week and didn't tell me, remember when I was eight and we played checkers on her screen.

She always won, but at the end, she would give me an ice-cream as a treat and we would eat it together, flipping through Vogue or whatever.

I remember when my first ever boyfriend, Mike Baxter, dumped me for Susan the slut, and I cried on her shoulder. She would run her hands down my hair and tell me in her computer voice, that, 'everything is going to be okay.'

Harry kisses his way down my neck, and I unwind my hands around him, pressing them against the lockers, and slumping my head back.

This is a pathetic excuse for taking advantage of my boyfriend. And it's making me feel worse, as well as guilty.

Geesh, I'm such a bitch.

"Ahem." A very familiar voice. I grit my teeth and push Harry away.

Jared Salisbury comes into view, his dark eyebrows raised, delicately, and his blue eyes serious.

"Could we refrain from the pornography right in the middle of the hallway, please? It's gross, the way you two are licking at each other like the last lollypop in the fucking van." He says.

"Fuck off, Salisbury." Harry grunts.

"Touchy." Jared says. "You still sore, 'cause I took your girl in Junior High? Or because I creamed you in the Charity race last year?"

Harry's brows furrow, his face turning red. I put a soothing hand on his shoulder, to stop him from saying anything. My boyfriend's not the most...literate of people. Jared would eat him alive with his harsh, sarcastic words.

"Yo J-man! Where'd you go, brother? I was looking for you, man!" A boy with long black hair, slacks and a tattoo of a naked girl down his bicep, comes jumping from the door into the hallway, slapping Jared on the back.

"Hold on, dude, I'm coming." Jared says.

The boy nods, wisely. "See you in a few, man. I gotsa snort it up the snort-hole." He guffaws like her made a hilarious joke and bounces back into the room he came from.

I glare at Jared in disgust. "Nice friend you have there."

"Nice boyfriend you have there."

Harry opens his mouth to speak, again, but I cut him off. "Why don't you just put your tail between your legs, Salisbury, and go back to where you came from?"

"No." Jared says, setting his jaw.

Harry opens his mouth again, but I elbow him. He grunts. I step forwards towards Jared, and raise my eyebrows. "What's wrong? Can't stand to see me getting lucky with my boyfriend, when no one wants to be with you?"

Jared's look turns pained. "How many times have I told you, baby, that many girls want to be with me? I am a Lily of the female persuasion. I toil not, nor do I remain celibate for over a long period of time."

I roll my eyes at him. "That's smart, real smart. What do you do, sit at home and think of different ways to throw me?"

Jared's eyes turn grave. "No, I sit at home and think of different ways to fuck you."

Harry grunts, and pushes his way past me. "You and me, man. Outside."

I sigh. "He doesn't mean it, Harry. He's just a poor loser druggie with druggie friends."

Jared shrugs. "People can't help where they're born. But they can help how they turn out." He casts a look at me, his eyes raking me up and down like the paws of a cat.

I cross my arms, and Jared's eyes follow, directly hitting my chest. My breasts.

"I turned out good." I say, softly.

"Yes. Yes you have." He pauses and looks up into my eyes. "I have to talk to you, in private."

I roll my eyes. "No."

Jared blinks and clutches his heart. "You wound me."

Harry speaks up, reminding me of his presence, again. "She doesn't want to go with you, so fuck off, Salisbury." He grabs my arms and propels me towards the cafeteria door.

I meet eyes with Jared as Harry pulls me out. He's staring right at me, those blue eyes mercilessly hard. The scary thing?

Before I just used to see the hardness of those eyes. Now I see beneath them, into something more.