A/N. For those who didn't read the chapter titled "Isaac Apologizes for the Hurricane", I know. I am totally olive. You may go ahead and throw an axe at my face. (Mabel says, "Wree, wree!")

My excuse is basically homework. But also science fair. Those should be good enough excuses. Just kidding! (if you remember my earlier A/Ns. of FTFT, I panicked a lot about Science Fair, so that hasn't changed a bit). I've also found that I really enjoy hanging out with my family, so I'm been straying away from the computer (though my phone is an entirely different story). I also would've posted this on Monday since it looked like there was not a hurricane at all, but there were so many reviews to reply to. I'm sorry. :3

Thank you so much for your prayers to the Philippines and to PenguinLoverGurl. I'm ecstatic to say that the flood has stopped, and that my cousin Kio is safe. :,) His house is waterlogged, but intact. I haven't heard from PenguinLoverGurl, but I'm sure she's doing great as well! ^^ Thank you so much everyone! The support is amazing!

Oh, uhh…also, about the hurricane, Hurricane Isaac,…it seemed to be a no-show, haha! I mean, I woke up Monday morning expecting to hear thundering and rain, but it was so clear and sunny that I started laughing. I'm not sure if Isaac came during the night or completely missed my community, but I'm glad. :D Thanks for the support everyone!

Whoop whoop! Almost 300 reviews! *does a jig* It's the best feeling in the world to get reviews saying that people enjoy what you write. It feels like there are butterflies in your stomach and you just want to dance and shout. :3

Oh, and sorry guys -no DxM fluff in this chapter. :3 Next one, promise.

I like making my A/Ns long since I only really talk to you guys weekly, so I'm going to write about my first week back to school (you can skip if you'd like).

First daywasn't as amazing as I had expected. My lunch table was full so I had to sit on the other bench with this other clique (they're like the sporty group) and I didn't really talk to anyone ('sides from Alejandra but she doesn't count). So. Sad.

But then OOMMGGG. Tuesday -Science was amazeballs. I totally felt like I was Sabrina/Daphne Grimm! We did 'labs' that day and had to figure out the "Great Murder Mystery" and it was so magical. Granny Relda would've been so proud of meee! My group was the first to figure out everything and AHH. I want to do another one. I felt so smart.

The week was actually pretty good after that. This year the classes actually mixed up (much to my friend, Casey's complaints, bwaha. That's what she gets for leaving the school) and all of my friends are in my class this year! (Besides my friend Olivia, but that's okay since we have news crew, English, math, and science together) So, I'm happy, and I think this last year at my school will be really successful. And this weekend, I went to my friend Jennifer's birthday party (she's a rich girl ;D) and holy puck -her house is more amazing than I remember! I almost got lost upstairs, and she has like two stairs on each side leading up...think of an upside down Y. The arch is on two different sides -one is from the piano room, the other from the kitchen- then they meet up and lead upwards...so cool. She even has a balcony. And her room is the size of my living room...she has two of them. DX It's so amazing. Her house is like a castle compared to mine and -yeah. I'll stop blabbing.

Oh, but oh my gosh! I love my new English teacher! You know how she described extra credit? Do you? "Doing extra credit is gravy! I mean, you get a letter grade, how gravtastical is that-" Gravy. Gravtastical. She's Daphne in disguise.

QotW Winner: PenguinLoverGurl. Oh my gosh, that's brilliant! XD I once read a story where these two boys fooled their substitute teacher and pretended that they were mute and only communicated by clapping their hands and doing those handshake things. When one of them said bye to her at the end of class, she almost had a heart attack. It was sooo funny!

Laylaenchantix is so generous and the first person to ever do this in any of my stories: She says I can give the four spoiler questions away for anyone. So, I'll do this: The first four people to review asking me if they can have one of the spoiler questions will get it. Sound good?

Enjoy!

Chapter 14: Forgetful

"This is not my house."

Mr. Firay sighed, gently pushing me into his apartment. "Daphne, did you seriously not realize I didn't park in your driveway?"

I whipped my head around to glare at him, but nearly lost my balance. He quickly grabbed my shoulders and I fell into him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Can you dance like Sage?"

"I can't understand you, Daphne," he responded flatly.

I put my hands on his hips, trying to make him move. "Dance."

He shook his head, pushing me away. "No. You're going to bed, and I'm calling your parents to let you know you're staying here tonight."

"Don't let them know I drank!"

"I won't," he told me, a frown adorning his face. "Only because you aren't the one responsible."

Nodding my head, I moved back from him. "It's all Jackson's fault."

"It's partially your fault too."

"How so?" I demanded, narrowing my eyes. "I didn't want alcohol!"

Mr. Firay rolled his eyes. "The number one rule at a party is to never accept a drink from someone else. Everyone knows that, except you, apparently."

"Jackson said it was pink lemonade…"

"And you're just that naïve to believe him," he snapped.

I stared at him for a moment, taken aback by his snippiness. Was he angry with me? Because I didn't know a simple party rule? Didn't it occur to him that I didn't go to parties like that? It was like he thought it was my entire fault! I didn't want him to be angry because of my ignorance. I bit my lip, trying to keep my emotions in control. It didn't work. My eyes started to water and I shook my hair in front of my face to hide it. Why did I have to be such a moron?

Soon I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and my face was pressed into his chest. "I'm sorry, Daphne," he apologized. "I'm just irritated… You're always getting in trouble because of your innocence."

"I'm sorry," I sniffed, gripping the back of his shirt. "I can't help it…"

"I know you can't," he told me with a deep chuckle. "But that's one of the things I love about you. It sort of gives me a challenge."

"I'm still sorry," I sighed. "I didn't mean to steal your car."

He pushed me away, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't steal my car."

"What did I do then?" I inquired, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Accepted a spiked drink from Jackson…"

"Who's Jackson?"

Mr. Firay smirked. "You know what? Maybe you should get drunk more often. You have such a short attention span. It almost seems like you slip in and out of soberness."

"Slobber? Do you have a dog?"

"Let's get you to bed," he suggested, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I stared up at him, a sly smile slipping onto my face. "We're sleeping together?"

"We usually do…?"

I blinked. "I thought I was a virgin."

He looked caught off guard. He opened his mouth to reply, but abruptly shut it, looking both amused and discomfited. "Not like that, Daphne. Just regular sleeping."

"Are you a virgin?" I asked curiously. I'd never thought about that before. If Mr. Firay had been a player in high school, he probably wasn't.

He sent me an uncomfortable look. "Do you want to borrow some of my clothes to sleep in?"

I pursed my lips at him. "I want you to answer my question."

"Why?"

"Because I want to know!"

"You won't even remember tomorrow," he told me, pushing on my shoulder again. "Now move."

I shook my head stubbornly. "I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me."

He shrugged. Then knocked me off my feet, throwing me off his shoulder. "I can easily carry you."

"Put me down!" I cried, slapping his back. "Stop it!"

"No."

"I'm serious. I'm going to puke."

He patted my back. "You'll clean it up in the morning."

I struggled to liberate myself, but soon I was falling. My back met something soft and squishy, and I found myself staring up at Mr. Firay. He smirked, ruffling my hair. "Goodnight."

I grabbed his hand before he could pull away. "No goodnight kiss?"

He raised an eyebrow. "How old are you? Five?"

"If you want me to be," I tried to say seductively.

He snorted. "No, I don't want you to be my daughter."

"You have a daughter?" I gasped, my eyes widening. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Shaking his head, he laughed through his nose. "No, I don't. Go to bed. I'll give you your… Goodnight kiss," he said, leaning down towards me.

I took his unbalanced position to my advantage and kicked his legs. As I planned, he lost his footing and fell. Before he could crush me he caught himself on the bed, either hand next to my head. An annoyed look crossed his face. I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

Instead of replying, I used his neck as leverage and pulled myself up to kiss him. After a split-second he pulled away, making a face. "You taste like alcohol," he told me.

"That's okay," I murmured, pulling his face back to mine. "Pretend it's a good taste."

He smiled through the kiss, allowing me to deepen it. I bit on his lip, and he opened his mouth—probably to protest— but I swiftly changed our kiss to a French one. For a second I thought he was going to push me away, but he surprised me by fighting for dominance. Which he won without difficulty. After a few moments we broke apart to breathe.

"Daphne," he started when I reached for his shirt. "You should go to bed."

I ignored him, unsnapping the first few clasps. He didn't push my hands away, but he did give me a disapproving look. When I finally managed to unfasten his whole shirt, I admired his perfectly toned abdomen and chest. Being in a gang really had its advantages.

I kissed him again, slipping my arms around to his back. After a few seconds of hesitation he kissed me back, leaning down onto me again. This time he didn't try to hover above me, instead he crushed me into the bed with his weight. I didn't complain, too into the kiss to worry about his mass. When we broke apart to breathe again he slowly kissed down my jaw, going to my neck. Meanwhile, his hand worked at the buttons on my shirt. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. And then a soft, almost inaudible sound escaped my lips.

Mr. Firay immediately snapped back, pushing himself off me. My face flamed. He stared at me for a moment, realization crossing his face. He clenched his jaw. "Damn it."

"What?"

"You're drunk."

"And?"

"I'm not going to take advantage of you while you're drunk," he stated, shaking his head. "Go to bed."

I pouted at him. "But—"

He cut me off. "No."

"If you leave I'll just follow you out of the room."

"Do I have to tie you to this bed?"

"Kinky."

He didn't look amused. "Goodnight, Daphne." With that, he pushed himself off the bed, muttering under his breath.

I frowned after him. What was his problem? My stomach twisted uncomfortably. Then I threw up.

(O; (O; (O; (O; (O; (O; (O; (O; (O; (O; (O; (O; KINKY ;O) ;O) ;O) ;O) ;O) ;O) ;O) ;O) ;O) ;O) ;O) ;O)

A raucous noise was filling my ears. Groaning, I placed my hands over my ears. What was it? Surely Anna's party music choice wouldn't this awful! Wait. Anna's party? My eyes shot open and I sat up, gasping in surprise. When I realized I wasn't in Jackson's room, I relaxed. Then started to panic again. Where was I? Looking down, I found my shirt unbuttoned and crinkled. My jaw dropped. What had happened last night? Turning my head to the right, my eyes landed on a picture of Mr. Firay. Immediately I realized I was in his bed.

My motions caught up to me and my head began to pound violently. Suppressing another groan I fell back onto the bed, waiting for the pain to pass. A strange scent wafted through the air— almost like citrus cleaner and… vomit? I made a face, pushing myself back up again. I needed to find Mr. Firay. And call my parents. They were probably having a heart attack.

After a few unsteady steps on my feet my head started to hammer again. Rubbing my forehead, I pushed open the door, heading towards the living room. Mr. Firay was sprawled out on the couch, dead asleep. A smile slipped onto my face and I moved closer, kneeling by his side. He was too cute when he was asleep. But that also brought a new question to my mind. Why hadn't he slept next to me?

I tried to remember what happened last night. I went to Jackson's party, found Wendell drunk, talked to Jackson about Anna, and… My eyes widened. Jackson had spiked my drink and kissed me! How could I have forgotten about that? My gaze went back to Mr. Firay. Did he know? Maybe him sleeping on the couch had something to do with it. Did that mean he was angry? What was I going to do? How could I face him after that?

"Do you enjoy watching me sleep?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Mr. Firay stared at me, an amused smile playing across his face.

"Why are you sleeping on the couch?" I blurted.

His smile faltered. "You don't remember? Yesterday you—"

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized, clenching my hands into tight fists. "I was drunk!"

"I know."

"I didn't know what I was doing!"

"I know."

"I promise you I didn't want to do it!"

His eyebrows furrowed. "At all?"

"No!" I cried, appalled he would think I would. "I would never!"

"Oh," he responded simply. His tone of voice didn't make me feel any better.

Tears started to form at my eyes. "I'm really sorry, Matt. I was incredibly stupid. I can't believe myself."

"You don't need to cry over it," he stated. "It wasn't like it was awful."

"Awful? It was horrible! I was terrified!"

He set his jaw. "Nothing would have happened you didn't want…"

"Yes it would have," I retorted.

"No it wouldn't have."

"Yes it would have!"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Do you really think that?"

I nodded my head vigorously. "Yes!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't have started it."

My mind blanked. He thought I started it? Did he really believe that? My heart clenched painfully as new tears formed in my eyes. "I… Why would I do that?"

"Since you were drunk."

"I wouldn't cheat on you!" I exclaimed, my voice breaking. "Don't you think I feel bad enough for drinking even though I promised you I wouldn't? And then Jackson kisses me against my will and tries to take off my clothing, and here you are, saying I started it and that it wouldn't go any further than I wanted it to? It went further than I wanted it to when he gave me the alcohol!"

Now it was Mr. Firay's turn to blank. "What are you talking about?"

A quiet sob escaped my lips. "I'm sorry…"

"What are you talking about?" he repeated forcefully, sitting up on the couch. "Come here, stop crying." He pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "Shh."

"Isn't that why you're angry? Because Jackson kissed me?"

"He kissed you?"

"Why are you surprised?" I questioned, turning my head to face him.

He clenched his jaw, ignoring my question. "He tried to take advantage of you yesterday?"

"Wait, you didn't know?"

"No. You didn't say anything."

"Then what were you talking about?"

He sighed. "Nothing, never mind."

"No. Not never mind. Tell me."

"You just tried to… seduce me, in your own way, last night. I thought you were trying to imply that I would have taken advantage of you because you were drunk."

I opened my mouth in shock. "I did what?" My cheeks flushed. "Wait… What did… How much… Oh my god."

He chuckled. "Calm down. We didn't do anything."

"Oh," I breathed in relief. "But about the you taking advantage of me thing, I know you wouldn't."

"Which is why I was confused," he told me. "But I think I need to pay a visit to Jackson."

"No!"

Mr. Firay gave me an impatient look. "Daphne."

"You can't say anything to him," I ordered forcefully. "Don't mention it."

"He kissed you against your will."

"If you say something he'll know we're going out!"

"Daphne."

"Matt."

We held each other's gazes for a few moments. I puffed out my chest, staring at him determinedly. After a few moments he exhaled slowly. "You're an idiot."

I furrowed my eyebrows. That wasn't what I was expecting.

"I won't say anything," he promised, "but if he ever tries anything, don't put us over you."

"But I want to."

He smirked. "Promise me, Daphne."

"I promise," I muttered reluctantly.

"While we're at it, promise me you won't ever strip dance for me again too. No offense, but you're not too great at it."

My eyes nearly bulged of their sockets. "What?"

"And Milkshake really isn't the best song choice."

I stared at him in horror. "What else did I do?"

"Who knows?"

"Tell me!"

"It's a secret."

"Just tell me!"

He cocked his head to the side. "I don't remember."

"Mr. Firay!"

He raised an eyebrow. "You mean Matt?"

"Matt," I corrected flatly. "Now tell me!"

He shook his head, gently pushing me off his lap. "What do you want for breakfast? And button up your shirt. It's indecent, Daphne."

My face raised a few more shades of red and I hurriedly snapped the buttons on my shirt back up. Mr. Firay chuckled as he stood up from the couch, leaving his shirt open. Probably to show off that perfectly chiseled chest… Removing my eyes from his chest I looked up to see him smiling knowingly at me.

"What?" I demanded.

"You really liked my chest last night too."

"I was drunk!"

"I guess your true feelings come out when you're drunk," he responded with a laugh. "Or should I say your kinky side?"

I clapped my hands over my ears; unsure of how much embarrassment I could take. Why couldn't he just tell me what happened? I hated thinking about what I could have done.

"So what do you want to eat, Daphne?"

I scowled at him. "You can't just drop it like that!"

"Yes I can," he responded smugly.

"Whatever! At least I don't… At least I don't say your name every minute!"

He cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"You say Daphne every other word! Let's talk, Daphne. What do you want to do, Daphne? Did you do your homework, Daphne? You're stupid, Daphne. You overuse it!"

He rolled his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about, Daphne."

"You just did it!"

"Did what, Daphne?"

"Now you're doing it on purpose!"

"What, Daphne?"

"Stop it!"

He gave me a curious look. "You know last night when I asked you to stop you didn't. You were… Feisty." A grin broke out across his face.

"You...you're such a jerk!"

"I know."

A/N. Bwahaha, see what I did there? I threw you off track and -yeah. Sorry I didn't warn you, for those who might've been uncomfortable with the kissing. It's not going to become a normal thing of BCC, don't worry. :)

QotW (or month, should I say): I need a title for my science fair project (I did a QotW for this last year). Something creative, clever, pun-ish, or all three. Suggestions?

Oops. Almost forgot to give the topic. Basically, I'm making a roller coaster for marbles and measuring the kinetic energy and potential energy of the marbles as they go up, down, and loop. Sounds smartical, you know? ;D

Winner gets...umm...well, whatever they want, I guess. :) Just not a one-shot, please. :3

Guys, you have to check out yorkie999777000's reviews to BCC –they're hilarious! XD And most are really strange –in a good way. :D Really, go look at them!

Review Replies: (OH MY GOSH, THERE WAS +30 REVIEWS!)

Killer bunnies: I've lived in FL all my life, so I'm accustomed to them. And the cancelation of school today gave me more time to finish my projects. Yep, we're really fine, haha. Maybe Isaac read my A/N. chapter and decided he didn't want to bother me. ;D You're welcome, and they are. Definitely.

Guest: Sorry, meant Jackson. :D

Laylaenchantix101: Lol. Here's the chapter. And yes I dooo. Oh, I've heard of Toyko Mew Mew. On a scale of 1-5, how good is it?

PenguinLoverGurl: I'm alive, don't worry. :D And haha, Isaac heard your hopes –didn't even leave a scratch. ;D Wow…that's awesome! ^^ A Digital Life Song isn't a real song. My computer teacher wants us to know about digital life (what we do on our computers, iphones, ipads, etc.; cyber life, I guess) so she assigned us a project to make a song about it. :D Ooooh. Drunk Sage. I almost forgot about him…"Sage is a horrible drunk," says Mr. Firay. That's okay! It was a nice review!

Archer Princess: Holy long review. Haha, that's okay. OH, I guess that means I have emowriter to thank, haha! Bwhaha, ironic, isn't it? Jackson is a *WIZARD SWEAR*. Well you know, Daphne is stupid in this story. ;D Jk. Yess. Jackson has other motives…involving the L word! Funny that you mentioned Bryant. His and Anna's are multicolored. Almost. Well, you should know that Jackson is evil… I feel honored that you would put one of my OCs with Kerdy. (I LOVE HIM) Bwahah. Drunks are awesome. :D Smolder eyes…reminds me of that Tangled scene where Eugene was shining his eyes at Rapunzel….before she knocked him out anwyays… Nope. Not at all. I haven't, but I seriously do not like what I read on Wiki. MR is good…ish. I mean, it's an okay read, but it's nothing compared to SG, PJO, AF, SoUE, and HP. Hahah…it does sound Daphneish! All right. :D Thanks for taking the time to review –seriously. I love you for it.

Guest: Hi hi! That's okay. XD Aw, thanks! And thank you for keeping my cousin and PLG's dad in your thoughts. …Wow, really? That's nutty! ;D

The Shining Shadow: Aw, thank you very much. I'm sure PLG appreciates it, too. Goooo Sage! ^^ Lol, that sounds hilarious! Thank you!

PenguinLoverGurl: Lol, nicee. Not that your dad is injured, but the iPod touch is wicked gravy.

Trikster Queen: Thanks. :D

PenguinLoverGurl: …Isn't he YOUR dad? Or did you mean my cousin? ;D No, he's –my cousin- in college. Starting college. Exactly. :D Maraming salamat!

Error404: I'm starting to think you're not really an error. ;D The author would like to thank you for your continued support. Your review has been replied to. (TIMES INFINITY)

PenguinLoverGurl: (You know you have a bunch of reviews, right?) OH, okay. :D …Tom and Tina are siblings, haha- twins, actually…I think. o.0? Tina is dating Colin, by the way.

PenguinLoverGurl: Lol. Bwaahahahahaha! That's hilarious! I'm laughing so hard…*keels over*

PenguinLoverGurl: Awesomeness. :D Exactly. You're welcome! You actually have a BUNCH of support from the reviewers. :D Leapfrog ftw. How can he assassinate him if-nribwewinong. Not saying anything. Of course he's going to be pissed. ;P Lol. I seriously want to go to Orlando! She says thanks for being the only one to say so. Lol, you're so right. Lololol…

Emowriter: Hahaha, I'm glad you loved it! Thanks!

As White As Snow: Hahah, you're the first person to comment with that: Knitting with Wendell, Musical chairs with Anna. Probably going to have to make a chapter about clog dancing with Jackson. ;D Thanks!

Yellow.r0se: Naawww, you're awesomesaucetastical, you know that? Hahah, evil Jackson. Sage is loveable –it's impossible to not love him. Like cookies and milk. You can hate cookies, you can hate milk, but together they are unstoppable! Oh, did I say that? 0.o Oh well –they are Jack and Jill, though. Lol, I'm so glad you liked drunk Daphne! Sage is awesome. They should change Kung Fu Panda to Kung Fu Sage: Legend of Awesomeness! Yaay! It was "What is the craziest thing you've ever done?" But that's okay. :D Hahah, you're welcome. :D Thanks for the review!

Killer bunnies: We're awesome now. :D Thanks! Gooo Jackson haterz! :D Hahah. "RAPE RAPE!" Family: 0.o Sage is my favorite character ever, you know? ;D Not a lot, yes. :D How little? That's absolutely crazy! :D Hahha, I love scaring people too, but I hate being scared (hypocrite ;D). Thanks!

Katie: Hahah, Jackson and Anna are Jack and Jill, but I love your imagination! :D Thanks!

Autumn: Creepy little mouth! ;D Sorry, inside joke! Thanks! And 7th grade was absolutely AMAZING for me –seriously. I think you're gonna love it. Job…drive…shall check. :D Hahaha, funny Daphne! Ooooh! I had P.E. at second period last year! :D Thanks!

BroadwayMaterial178(Gill): Really? Hahah, that's awesome! Sage must be pretty hot, lolol! Thanks! Sorry for the long wait –school is a lot harder than last year. :D Thanks! Lol, nice panda dance!

Laylaenchantiz101: You're so fudging sweet! Seriously –you're generous. :D Admirable act right there, yo! Thanks! Here's the update! ^^

Yorkie999777000: Hahah. …BWAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH.

RockstarGurl4444: :O All of your friends? That's terrible! D: I'm praying for you, too! Thank you so much! And I see your point. Thanks!

Puckabrina-Faxfan: Evil Jackson. :D Bahay Cubo!

CupCake: He does. Dun dun dun!

GrimmGirlLove: Hahah, you're a dedicated Jackson fan. I love that! But WHAT? 11 days?! Holy gravy! Baaii!

HOLY LONG. Phew. Now that that's out of the way, see you all BCC Sunday!

~Lara