Thanks to all of those who have read/commented/added this story to favorite. You guys rock. Without further ado, I give you chapter 10.

Sadly, I don't own Xiaolin Showdown.

Chapter 10: Street Lights

Two weeks had passed since any of them really talked to each other. Omi was always studying, and Clay was pretty sure that what Omi was reading wasn't something that they were assigned in their English class. He couldn't understand why he was the only one who seemed truly upset that their group of friends had fallen apart.

Ever since he had missed a day at school, he had been so behind on all the drama. It seems like even his sister knew more than he did, and she didn't even go to his school.

"Omi, are you sure you don't know anything?" Clay questioned as he tried to keep a song he had heard on the radio out of his head. He did not want to have that catchy, yet redundant, Gym Class Heroes' Stereo Hearts stuck in his head. Especially since he had a history test coming up.

Omi shook his head. "I swear. It's not any of my business—"

Clay couldn't help but chuckle. "Little buddy, you always love being part of everyone's business. What's up?"

"Not much," Omi replied, tilting his head back. "Just a few clouds, a few trees, a few birds—"

"Oh Jesus," Clay whispered, shaking his head in disbelief."I'll go ask the gossip queen, herself. Keiko always knows what's going on."

-x-

"What do you mean you don't know?" Clay demanded, nearly dropping his hat in shock. "You don't know anything?"

"I don't care," Keiko simply replied, shrugging nonchalantly. "She's made new friends, and you know that I'm on an I-hate-Raimundo phase. So I don't give a rat's ass when it comes to them."

"You're lying," Clay said, one of his eyebrows rising while the other one furrowed. "She's your best friend—"

"Was," Keiko corrected, pushing her hair behind her shoulder. "I don't understand why you can't grasp the fact that I've moved on."

"This isn't the Keiko I know," Clay said, crossing his arms. "The Keiko I know cares about everything that goes on in everyone's lives, but that's because she cares about everyone."

She scoffed, crossing her arms. She leaned back against the brick wall, trying to feign a "I-don't-give-a-shit" look. "I hate to disappoint you, Clay, but—"

"Trust me. You wouldn't disappoint me," Clay said softly.

"What?" she said, frowning. "Did you say something?" Shaking her head, she continued on. "I'll disappoint everyone. I already have disappointed myself."

"What do you mean by that?" His baby blue eyes widen at the sparks of new interest that he was feeling.

"Trust me. I've just dug myself a bottomless grave… and I'm about to take everyone down with me," she said. She glanced at him, looking at him from under her dark lashes. "It's best to stay away from me."

"What do you mean—"

"Consider our friendship over," she simply said. "Might as well end our friendship now before you give up on me, like everyone else has."

He blinked, hurt by the fact that she wanted to. "Friends don't give up on friends!" he protested. "I won't give up on you—What's wrong? You always tell me when something's wrong."

She looked away. "Everything's wrong. Simple as that."

"No! Big no. It is not simple as that. Please tell me what's going on," he pleaded, reaching out to put his hands on her shoulder.

She looked at him, her dark eyes boring into his baby blues. "This." She swung her backpack over her shoulder and handed him a small, silver box. After seeing the shocked and clueless expression on his face, she hung her head in shame and walked off.

He ran his hand through his golden locks, trying to figure out why she would give him a gift. Especially since she had just basically told him that their friendship was over. Pulling off the lid, his heart dropped the second he saw what was inside the small, silver box.

-x-

Hiding behind the corner, she watched as he stormed away from the hallway, looking for her, of course.

She kept quiet as a tear rolled down her cheek as she let it dawned on her that he finally looked to see what was inside the box she had given him. "I'm sorry," she whispered softly, trying to reassure herself that everything was going to be okay. "I've already lost Kimiko as a best friend, Raimundo hates me, and Jermaine won't even speak to me. I can't lose you too. I'm just trying to keep everyone I care about safe."

-x-

"What do girls like?" Raimundo questioned, lazily looking up at the clouds. It was one of the many favorite pastimes of his, and he would always prefer cloud-gazing over homework.

His sister scoffed, glancing over to look at him from her coloring book. "You're asking me?"

"Yes. You. You, Zoe Pedrosa, you. I mean, you're a girl, right?" He peeked over at his sister from the corner of is eyes to see a baffled look on his sister's face.

"Girls don't like you, obviously," she quipped, placing her crayons down on the table. She rested her chin on her palm, propping her elbow onto the patio table. "Why'd you ask?"

"Since you asked," he said, looking away from his sister. Gazing up at the clouds, he cleared his throat. "You know how the founder's ball is coming up?"

She nodded, her nose scrunched up as she grimaced at him. "You mean the one that Keiko and mom forced you and me and Edwin and—"

"And everyone we know. I get it," he said, cutting her off. "You remember how… extravagant everything was last year, right?"

"Who knew that the Spicers could pull off something so fancy?" Zoe said, nibbling on a slice of apple.

"Anyway," Raimundo said, "I really want to know what girls like."

"'Girls don't like boys,'" his little sister began to sing. "'Girls like cars and money.'" Realizing that her brother wore a wearied look on his face, she giggled. "Sorry. You asked for it. Who's the lucky girl? Kimiko?"

"No!" he shouted, his face turning a bright shade of red. "It's not."

"Keiko?"

He blinked. "Um, no. Why would you consider that?"

His sister shrugged. "Statistics shows that when a girl and a guy hang out, one of them is bound to fall for the other. You and Keiko hung out a lot."

He shot his sister a dirty look. "I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that. You know that it just wasn't me that she hung around a lot. Don't forget about Omi—or Clay."

She shrugged. "If you want," she said, changing the subject after realizing how sour her brother gotten the second she mentioned Keiko, "I can go ask Kimiko what she likes. If you admit to me why you want to know what she likes to me."

He sighed. "You wouldn't understand."

"Who knows," Zoe said, shrugging at him. "How should I know?" she said. "If you don't even tell me, then how would we know, you know?"

He blinked. "I think I heard the word 'know' a little too much," he said, rubbing his temples. "She's just mad at me, and I really want her to forgive me."

His sister smiled, leaning towards him. She nudged his shoulder with her big toe. "It's nice to see you trying to say that you're sorry for once. I think I have one thing up my sleeve that you can try..."

"Thanks, sis," he said, grinning at her. "You're amazing. I'm lucky to have a sister like you."

"What are little sisters for?" she replied, a devilish grin appearing on her face.

-x-

"Jack. We need to speak to you."

A red-headed boy looks up from his giant textbook to find himself staring at the last person he wanted in his room. "What are you doing here in my room?" he demanded, pulling one of the earphones out of his ear. The other one remained, blasting music into his other ear. "We?"

The next thing he knew, the scenery around him changed into a darker, grimmer setting. He gulped, dropping his textbook. "I told you guys to stop that!"

"Honey, magic is a part of me," Wuya whispered, leaning in close to him. "So, where's the ex?"

"Who's we?" he demanded, stubbornly refusing to let her change the subject. His cinnamon-colored eyes widen as he said, "Ex? Ashley's not my ex." He bit onto his tongue, cursing himself for letting her change the subject.

"She might as well be," Wuya said, shrugging. She placed her hand onto his shoulder, her long nails digging into his skin, causing him to cringe in pain and discomfort. "She's my ex-best friend. She's hanging out with that Kimiko. And you know that she knows about us."

"Now, now, Wu. You know that guerilla tactics won't convince him to do anything." Chase Young appears from the shadows, slowly making his way towards the two of them. He sighed, knowing that he would have to swoop in and save the day once again. Jack Spicer idolizes me, he thought to himself as he carefully plotted out what to say so that Jack wouldn't barge out of his mansion.

"I don't know about the two of you, but some of us don't have magic to help pass high school," Jack snapped, crossing his arms.

Chase scowled, realizing that his number one fan wasn't a fan of his anymore. Spicer's been quite moody lately, since his fight with that stupid Ashley.

"Who cares?" Wuya said, sitting down on Jack's bed that she had teleported to the Young mansion when she had teleported Jack along with her. Throwing an arm around his shoulder, she simply said, "Your family's freaking rich. You don't need a future. You already have your parent's fortune—"

"So?" Jack said, glaring at her. Pulling away from her grip, he said, "You know that my parents and Ashley don't like each other."

"True, but that doesn't explain why you're studying. You're supposed to be a genius," Chase said.

"I am!"

"Then why study?" Wuya said. "We should be out partying."

"I can't party knowing that—" He stopped, covering his mouth.

"Knowing what?" Chase demanded, glaring at him. "What happened between you and Ashley at the last fight?"

"Nothing," Jack said, crossing his arms. "Now if you excuse me, I have the PSATs that I need to study for."

Just as he was about to grab the textbook, he felt a pair of hands grab him by the shoulder. The next thing he knew, he was shoved against the wall.

"If you know that something is going on, you better tell us," Chase snapped.

"Got it," Jack replied weakly. "Loud and clear." The second Chase release him from his grip, he brushed his shoulders with his hands. "Forgot how freakishly strong you are…"

"You better get that stupid girlfriend of yours to help us out," Wuya demanded, placing her hands on her hip. "Or else something bad will happen." She grinned with satisfaction as she watched the little ounce of color on Jack's face drain, washing away as his face pales.

-x-

"You know, I have never seen a girl wolf down a chili dog as quickly as you have," Kimiko said, pursing her lip.

Ashley grinned, revealing a set of pearly whites. "Yeah, well, you've seen how I've shopped. I'm quite aggressive when it comes to things."

"Is this about Jack?" Kimiko asked, raising a brow. "I mean, some people shop a lot more or eat a lot more when they're upset. Is that why you've been shopping so much lately? And eating lots of junk food?"

"I'm eating a lot because I'm craving food. I love food," Ashley said, shrugging. "As for the shopping, you know that the founder's ball's coming up, right?"

"Oh," Kimiko said, nodding. "Why didn't you go shopping with Wuya?"

Ashley scowled. "She's not a friend of mine at all. Honestly, she's clingy, desperate, and kind of shallow. The only thing that she cares about is her, herself."

"What about Chase?" Kimiko asked.

"It's kind of a shallow relationship, really. They're pretty much using each other for their own personal reasons. Wuya keeps all the ladies away, and Chase knows how to make Wuya do anything he wants." Realizing that Kimiko wore a funny look on her face, she shook her head. "Not like that. He just knows what to say that would convince Wu to do anything."

"That's kind of creepy," Kimiko said, placing her sandwich down on the paper plate in front of her. "Is Jack like that to you?"

"No. He might look goth, but he's sweet. He has good qualities about him," Ashley said, taking a sip of soda. "And he's always trying to please everybody, because of his big heart."

Kimiko grinned. "You always get so mushy-gushy when it comes to Jack."

"Same to you when it comes to Raimundo," Ashley shot back, grinning when she saw her friend's cheek turn pink.

"I do not get 'mushy' when it comes to Raimundo. I get annoyed," Kimiko said, blowing a strand of her out of her face.

"Annoyed. Flustered." Ashley gave her a toothy grin. "C'mon, Kim. Give peace a chance. Hear him out, for starters. It's been two weeks. That boy must be going through a lot of torture."

She sighed, crossing her arms. "I guess I should give him a chance, shouldn't I?" she asked, biting on her lower lip. She looked at her friend through her dark, heavy lashes. If I give Raimundo a chance, I won't feel so guilty anymore.

"Two weeks, girl. That's all I'm going to say," Ashley said, putting her two hands up in the air, backing away from the subject. She jutted her head towards the bag of chips next to Kimiko's plate. "You goin' to eat that?"

-x-

Field Journal: Omi's Studies/Take On The Dragons.

Date: December 15th.

Location: some food court at local mall.

Cover: I'm looking for some ointment for Master Fung's nasty foot fungus.

Observations:

6:06 p.m.: Fire of Dragon, aka subject Kimiko, is seen hanging out with Spicer's girlfriend, Ashley. The two of them are eating sandwiches, bags of chips, and lots (and lots and lots) of chili dogs. Nothing new is happening here.

6:15 p.m.: The two girls leave. I'm about to follow them when Jermaine spots me. Blast.

6:16 p.m.: Lost the two girls while talking to Jermaine and trying to convince him that I'm not trying to spy on Kimiko. Note: must get sunglasses and a wig, or some type of fantastic disguise.

Date: December 15th.

Location: across the street from the Bailey residency.

Cover: I'm searching for money I dropped earlier.

Observations:

7:10 p.m.: Subject Clay Bailey looks upset. Is whittling and breaking everything that he makes. He must be very bummed. He spots me from across the street.

7:12 p.m.: Jessie Bailey shrieks at him to get his "sissy-ass" back inside the house before he makes her "look bad."

Date: December 15th.

Location: inside the Pedrosa residency.

Cover: Mrs. Pedrosa makes the best cheesecake ever for dessert ever (no lie).

Observations:

7:35 p.m.: Raimundo is awfully quiet today. Normally, he'd be bragging about something that relates to his soccer match. Zoe's quiet too. They have eye contact, the two looks giddy, and they break contact. Something is going on.

7:36 p.m.: Raimundo keeps on looking at the clock behind his father's head.

7:37 p.m.: He continues to glance at the clock every five seconds. Fool. As if looking at the clock every few seconds will make it go faster. If that actually happens in real life, school would be over in a blur.

What did I learn from these observations?

Something's going on with the dragon of wind and the dragon of earth. I must learn what's going on. I need to stay two steps ahead of everyone else.

-x-

Raimundo sighed, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table, feeling spiteful and ticked off. He kept on glancing over at the clock, impatient with the fact that Omi was the reason why his plan kept on getting more and more delayed.

His sister Zoe kept on rolling her eyes every time Omi gave their mother a compliment on her cooking, which would usually cause their mother to go on and on about how she's grateful that at least one person appreciates her cooking.

"Is there something that's bothering you?" their father asked, glancing at his son. "You keep on looking at the clock."

"Hmm? Nothing," Raimundo said. "I'm just not hungry."

"Nonsense," his mother replied, rolling her eyes. "It's your favorite, honey."

"I'm not hungry," Raimundo replied, pushing his plate away from him with his index finger.

He looked at his parents from the corner of his eyes to see his parents exchanging looks. And he can tell right away what they were both thinking; "Uh oh. We have a rebellious teenager on our hands."

"So," Omi said nervously, trying to cut the tension in the air. "Anyone had seen a good movie lately?"

-x-

"I think we're lost," Kimiko muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I think we figured that out after passing that tree two times ago," Ashley replied, frustrated. She glanced at Kimiko. "Any signal on your phones?"

"My PDA is dead, so we have no GPA. My iPhone is at home, because I forgot about it in a rush to school," Kimiko said, sighing. "All I have left is this dumb phone that never works ninety-nine percent of the time." Her heart skipped a few beats when she felt the car nearly slide across the road.

"Whoa," Ashley said, feeling a lump in her throat. "Did you feel—"

"Uh-huh," Kimiko replied, cutting her off. The two girls exchanged glances, both with panic in their eyes.

"Okay. I think I'm going to turn around and back trace to the mall. There's a Best Buys behind the mall. We can use one of the tablets or computers and use Google Maps or something to find a route home," Ashley suggested. Slowly and carefully, she turned the car around, driving back to the mall that they had came from.

-x-

"I can't believe he spent twenty minutes on one tiny piece of cheesecake," Zoe whines as she got into the passenger seat. "And did you see the way he was kissing up to mom?"

"What I can't believe is that Omi shows up randomly out of the blues," Raimundo muttered, shaking his head. He glanced at his sister. "Are you sure that that's a good idea?"

"Totally," Zoe said. "I've seen it happened millions of time on movies. There's always a three percent chance of the guy actually convincing the girl to be with him. And then there's a ninety seven percent chance that everything will blow up in his face."

He grimaced. "Gee. Thanks."

-x-

"Okay. We're officially lost now," Kimiko declared, glancing up from her cell phone. "He hasn't answered his phone at all. What do I do, now?"

"You leave him a voice message," Ashley said, rolling her eyes. And then she felt her chest beginning to hurt. "I don't feel so good," she whispered, her grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Wait, what?" Kimiko said, right when she heard Raimundo's voice telling her to leave a message after the beep. She sighed as she closed her phone, tossing it next to her. "Are you okay?"

"I don't feel so good," Ashley repeated, using the sleeve of her shirt to wipe away a bead of sweat. "I feel like I'm going to throw up… Like I just got off a very dizzy roller coaster ride."

"Five chili dogs can do that to people," Kimiko said, looking at her friend nervously. "No, but seriously, are you okay?"

"It's nothing," Ashley said, trying to reassure the two of them. "Just a couple of chili dogs, chips, and a sip of soda making a bad reaction in my stomach."

"If you say so," Kimiko said. She pulled out her phone and decided to call Raimundo once again. "Raimundo. It's Kimiko."

-x-

"Is it me, or does fate not want you to say to her to tell her that you're sorry?" Zoe asked, trying to conceal the fact that she finds it ridiculously funny that every time that her brother drove past one street; a red-light forced him to stop at the next street. "It's been, like what, eight of them so far? And let's not forget about the train that decides to go by after it's been years since the railroad tracks have seen a train."

He scowled at her. Just as he was about to say something, he heard his car sputter. And that was when he smacked his forehead. "I forgot to fill up the car with gas this morning."

"Well, don't just sit there like a chump!" Zoe demanded. "Go out of the car and push it. Push! Push!"

Raimundo glared at her. "I'm not a woman in labor." He sighed, realizing that he had to push a car to the closest gas station, since they were in the middle of the intersection. The second he unbuckled his seatbelt, his face went red with humiliation and defeat.

"That's right. Go push the car," Zoe said, grinning at her brother. She grabbed his cell phone and waved it in his face. "I'm going to play games, kay?"

"Just don't kill the battery," he said as he got out of the car.

"Someone's calling you," she shouted, as he went towards the back of the car.

"Let it go to voicemail!" he shouted in reply. He sighed as he glanced at his car. He was finally thankful that his parents didn't get the SUV that they kept on threatening to give him, instead of the car he had wanted at the time. "I'll talk to whoever it is later."

-x-

"He's not picking up," Kimiko sighed, waiting to hear the beep. She was starting to get annoyed with the fact that Raimundo took forever just to let it go to the beep.

She glanced over towards Ashley to see her extremely pale now. "Ashley… What's wrong?"

Ashley shrugged, giving her friend a meek smile. She could feel her breaths shortening, her head feeling more lightheaded by the second, and her chest hurting more than it was a few minutes ago.

Kimiko's eyes averted towards the road ahead of them as she heard the beep. "Raimundo. It's me, Kimiko. I wish you would pick up. To answer your question that you asked me a while ago…" At that moment, she glanced up and the phone dropped out of her hands. "Ashley, watch out for that tree!"

-x-

"Raimundo, pick up the pace!" Zoe snapped, feeling uneasy with the fact that it got extremely dark in a short period of time. "You have a voicemail to get back to."

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Like I said before, I'll call whoever it is later."

"It's Kimiko—"

"What?" he could feel his heart leaping with joy. "Wait… why did she call me?"

"I don't know!" His sister shouted in reply. "You said to let it go to voicemail."

He ran away from the back of the car, running to the side of the car. Climbing into the car, he extended his hands as he waited for his sister to give him back his phone. "Give me the phone, sis."

"Raimundo. Wouldn't it be better if we get ourselves away from the intersection first?" she asked, nervously. "I mean, it's really dark and I'd hate for some creep to attack us because we're stranded."

He rolled his eyes once again. "Zoe, the phone."

Just as she was about to hand it over to him, her green eyes squinted as she tried to make out what was coming from the street parallel to the street they were on. "What the—" Her eyes widen with realization with what she was seeing. "Raimundo," she shrieked, "there's a truck heading our way."

"Wait, what?" Looking over his shoulder, his eyes widen as he found himself staring at a truck that seemed to be driving faster and faster by the second.

-x-

In a blur, shattered glass was everywhere. Million of pieces of glass were littered among the street, shining in the light from the streetlights that were illuminating above the car. Two bodies pierced with glass that was shattered from the windows on impact, badly bleeding and bruising.

"911… there's been an accident…" were the last few words one of the two of them whispered before passing out, joining the other unconscious passenger.

A/N: Oh snaps. It's been so long since I've updated. I'm so sorry for the long update. I got writer's block… There's so much drama going on.

I really enjoyed writing Omi's journal. I don't know why. I just had to include it, for some odd, unexplainable reason.

Since I don't want to spoil anything about the last few scenes, let's talk about Jack, Keiko, and Clay.

What's in the small, silver box that Keiko gave Clay? Why did Keiko want to end her friendship with Clay? And what did Jack and Ashley fight about?

Sorry for the cliffhangers. Writers block can also lead me into writing a cliffhanger. I spent like six hours coming up with this chapter, because I know that I have to update this one.

Oh yeah, before I forget. When Raimundo asked his sister what girls like, and she said, "Girls don't like boys. Girls like cars and money," she was quoting Good Charlotte's song, "Girls & Boys" or is it "Girls Don't Like Boys"? It's one or the latter. Sorry, not a huge GC fan.

Thank you for reading. Comment/Review? It'll be very much appreciated!