I do not own MSCL or the characters ect, I'm sure you know the drill.

So finally here is the new chapter. Sorry that took so long guys. I have just been busy with the holidays, and then my son got sick, then my hubby, and then me, and we have been passing it back and forth lol. I just didn't feel well enough but now I do and here is the chapter, as always please read and review. I have a basic idea of what I want for the next few chapters and they will be very interesting! Enjoy this one for now!

Everyone in the room was a little startled when Jordan ran off the stage, especially his band mates. Scotty walked up to the mic and told the crowd they were taking a little break. Rickie was starting to get Angela's things and run after her when Rayanne looked at him and said, "Give them a few minutes." Rickie nodded in agreement but he was still really worried about is friend.

Outside the cool air felt good against Angela's face. She had ran out of the club and was now walking at a breakneck speed on the sidewalk.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. She kept repeating in her mind. She had thought about what it would be like seeing him, but she had never thought it would turn out quite like this. She was almost in tears, the pain she had felt over his leaving surfacing again. She slowed her pace and began looking at the buildings, not recognizing any of them. She was about to turn around and to back to the club when she heard a voice calling her name, not so far away. It was a male voice, one that always made he knees buckle. She turned to see Jordan running to catch up to her. She sighed. He was still the most beautiful man she ever laid eyes on.

He was just steps away now. His eyes running up and down the curves of her body. She had noticed, and he noticed her noticing his actions, and he stopped to look her in the eyes. And he spoke.

"Hey."

Angela stood in silence. After all this time, and the song he had just sang, his first words to her were 'hey' She couldn't't believe it. It was the same old Jordan Catalano. She turned to begin her journey back to the club, and Jordan reached out his hand to grab her arm, and she jerked it away. Partly in anger, and partly because she she she would melt into him like always if she let him touch her.

"Angela wait, please." Jordan cried out. This was not going at all how he had wanted it to, of course he was very much under prepared for this moment. Angela turned back to him.

"What Jordan?" He was surprised at the anger in her voice, he had not expected it. A part of him had thought that when this moment did come she would take him with open arms. Boy was he wrong.

"I...How have you been?" Wanting to say so much but not knowing how, he stumbled out with the lamest thing.

"Don't. Okay just don't"

"Don't what?"

"Don't pretend like everything is fine between us. Like the past ten years didn't happen. Like we are...friends or something." Her head was spinning. She used to think that the reason she could never read Jordan was just because she was inexperienced with the opposite sex, but now she realized she just couldn't't read Jordan. He was impossible to figure out.

"Okay," he looked down to the sidewalk then continued, "We were never friends."

"You're right, we weren't" She looked at him hoping he would go on, but he didn't. He just stood there. The tension around them was obvious to even complete strangers who stayed five feet away from them when walking around the couple taking up the sidewalk. Jordan looked at Angela and he almost lost his breath. He was completely in awe of the woman she had become and his body was definitely aware of how much of a woman she was. He felt his desire stirring inside him, and he knew this conversation was not going well. They had always had trouble communicating verbally. So he did something he knew they did well. Jordan closed the gap between the two of them, one hand was on Angela's small waist, the other on her chin. He closed his eyes and kissed her.

Angela was shocked. She knew she didn't give him any unsaid permission to kiss her and yet here he was kissing her. Her body began to tingle as he opened his mouth and let his hot steamy tongue probe hers. She like this. She always had. He was good at it. They stood there, in the middle of the sidewalk, kissing passionately. But Angela's mind snapped back to reality. To what had happened and what was happening now and her anger grew again. She pushed Jordan away and he looked at her with confusion written all over his face. Not speaking he tried to kiss her again, but she swung her hand up and slapped him across the face as hard as she could. Both of then a little stunned. Jordan just looked at Angela, and she could not mistake the expression she saw there now, it was hurt.

"Angela, I'm sorry." It was almost a whisper and she was not sure she had heard him right, but the look on his face proved she did. He looked so wounded and it hurt her to know that she had been the cause of it.

"I can't do this Jordan. I can't go down this road again. I barely got out alive the first time, I know a second time would kill me." She was a little surprised at herself for being so honest with him, something she never would have been able to do when she was a teenager.

"Okay." He stood there obviously defeated. "Let me at least walk you back to the club."

"Yeah. Okay." Angela was a bit confused at everything that had just happened in the last few minutes here on the sidewalk. First they were talking, then kissing, then she was slapping him, and now they were walking to a club together, this had to be one of the strangest reunions she had ever had with anyone. They were walking back to the club and Angela was a little relieved Jordan didn't say anything. She wouldn't know what to say back. She could not trust herself to talk to him without tears coming to her eyes, and she didn't want to cry in front of him. Jordan walked in silence thinking of the best way to approach her. He knew he shouldn't have kissed her like that, not yet anyway. But it was great. There was more passion there than there had been when they were younger and it had aroused him beyond belief. Now he was thinking about all the ways he could get her to forgive him, and how he hoped it would be soon because he wanted her so badly.

The two of them had arrive back at the club right at the moment when Rayanne and Rickie were coming out to find Angela. The four of them stood there together in an uncomfortable silence.

"Hey, Catalano,"

"Graff"

"We're taking off, you coming or you got other plans in mind?" Rayanne asked. Angela was upset that her friend thought she was still the girl she used to be, dropping her friends to hang out with Jordan Catalano.

"Yeah, give me a minute though." Angela watched as her friends went in the direction of the car. She was alone with Jordan again and he just stood there leaning against the wall of the club. She smiled thinking about him in high school, leaning. "So I have to go."

"I know."

"It was weird seeing you Jordan."

"Weird good or weird bad?"

"I don't know. Congratulations on the album thing." Angela turned to go catch up with her friends.

"Hey Angela," She turned to look at him and he continued, " I know you probably hate me and everything and I don't blame you. But I was hoping we could get together and talk, about that night."

"What's the point Jordan? It's all in the past and that's were it should stay right?" She was unsure if she wanted to know. She thought she did, but did she?

"I was wrong, back then, and you deserve to know the truth,"

"You mean why you left me? I know why you left, you didn't care."

Pain washed over Jordan's face. "That's not true, I cared. Please, just meet with me tomorrow, let me explain. You'll never have to see me after that I promise. Just...give me a chance."

Against her better judgment she agreed. "I have a signing tomorrow. I guess meet me after. I'll give you an hour, but that's it."

"Thank you." He smiled and Angela could not help but to smirk back at him.

She was insane and she knew it. I am a living contradiction. "Bye Jordan."

"Bye Angela." He watched her round the corner to meet up with his friends, and he was happy. Happier than he had been in a very long time. Then it hit him, he had to get back in the club and finish the show. The guys were going to kill him.

At least I'll die happy.

He chuckled and went back into the club.