Author's Note: Here's chapter eleven! Enjoy!

Chapter Eleven: Make Your Move

Taylor was nervous about confronting Demtiri, but she told Chad it'd go smoother if she talked to him, didn't she?

"Are you sure you want to do this? What if he hurts you?" Gabriella asked.

"Don't worry, I have Chad in shining armor." Taylor told her as they walked to Chemistery.

Gabriella frowned.

"But, isn't he still recovering? You know, from the previous fight?" she asked.

"Yes, but he won't allow me to get hurt, so..." Taylor said, trailing off.

Demtiri was standing outside the Chemistery room, obviously waiting for Taylor.

Taylor sqeezed Gabriella's hand, and Gabriella smiled.

"Don't worry, Taylor. If anything happens to you, just remember you have a protective guyfriend who do anything for you." Gabriella stated, as she went into the room.

Demtiri smiled as Gabriella entered the classroom, and then looked at Taylor.

"Taylor, look, I'm--"

"Sorry for what you did to Chad? He was only sticking up for me, Demtiri, and there's nothing wrong with that." Taylor explained.

"I know, but he's...a jerk. You don't deserve that." Demtiri told her.

"And what if he is a jerk? I've known Chad all my life, and you can't tell me he's a jerk. Plus, he can be nice when he wants to be." Taylor stated.

"Basketball players can be misleading, Taylor."

"Yeah, well, so can two-timing traitors. And not all basketball players can be misleading." Taylor replied.

She walked towards the Chemistery room, but Demtiri blocked it.

"I'm not finished talking to you, Taylor."

"Well, I'm finished talking to you, Demtiri. You hurt one of my friends, you stood me up...I don't think there's nothing to talk about."

She reached for the door handle, but Demtiri caught her arm.

"Just let me explain, okay?"

"Demtiri--"

"Taylor, listen to me!" Demtiri insisted.

Taylor dropped her hand from the handle, and turned to him, with a fearful expression on her face.

"Okay, I'm listening." she said, in a shaky voice.

Flashes of Chad being beaten to a plup by Demtiri ran through her mind, and she was scared now more than ever.

"I didn't mean to beat up Chad. I knew he was just trying to stick up for you, but I don't--"

"And you think that was okay?" Taylor almost shouted, on the brink of tears.

"I--"

"Hey, what are you doing to her?"

Taylor smiled as Chad came out of the classroom, and Taylor then went pale, thinking about how she missed the bell entirely.

"Back off! I'm not doing anything to her!" Demtiri growled, releasing Taylor and focusing his eyes on Chad.

"No, I won't. If it concerns Taylor, then concerns me." Chad replied.

Taylor was afraid that Chad would get hurt again, just like last time.

"Chad, please. You'll only get hurt again!" she stated, but it didn't look like Chad heard her.

"Leave her alone, or I'll have you kicked out." Chad warned, and Demtiri laughed, something Taylor hadn't witnessed since he came to East High.

"Your so beating around the bush, Chad. My parents paid good money to come to this school, and I don't think they'd like it if you kicked me out just because I won't leave your girlfriend alone."

"And what would they do to me? Sue? I just want you to leave her alone, not to cause trouble."

The two boys looked like they were going to have another fight, and Taylor couldn't bring herself to say anything. All she did was stand there, looking like an idiot.

Please, don't let Chad get hurt again because of me! Taylor thought.

Demtiri's hand went straight to Chad's shirt collar, and Taylor screamed, and the two boys looked at her.

"Taylor, get into the classroom. Now." Chad said, but Demtiri had other ideas.

"Chad, let her stay. Let her watch to see how much of a wuss you are!"

Taylor gulped, not moving.

"Taylor, go. Now!" Chad commanded, and Taylor forced herself to move towards the door.

Once inside, the other students looked at her.

"Miss McKessie, how--"

There was sound of a locker rattling, and Taylor burst out crying, while Mr. Johnson jumped.

"What in the world?!"

"There's..a fight, Mr. Johnson. Chad Danforth and Demtiri Sanchez." Taylor stated, through gulps of air.

Mr. Johnson looked at her for a few minutes, then sighed.

"Okay. Noone move." he ordered, and Taylor slid into her desk, burying her head in her arms.

"Taylor, it's going to be okay. Don't worry." Gabriella said gently.

"I don't think so, Gabriella. I don't think nothing going to be okay.."