Again, sorry for such a long wait. I've just had major writer's block. I totally understand if my faithful readers lost interest in reading. I'm a horrible person. Making you guys wait so long for this thrilling chapter. :) Have fun with this one.


I woke up in the morning hoping that the text message was just a dream but when I snatched my cell from my bedside table and looked in the inbox I saw the unknown number staring back at me.

I sighed and shut it again before throwing it at the foot of my bed.

Thank God that it was Friday though. I don't think I could have gone to school if it was a Monday. I tossed and turned all night last night, waking from a few nightmares that Jackson and I weren't together anymore.

An hour later, after I jumped in the shower and finished up all the homework I was too lazy to do last night. I was outside in my driveway waiting for Jackson to pick me up for school.

When he pulled into the driveway one look at him made my heart stop. What if he is cheating? He's really attractive and there is no doubt about it that other girls want to go out with him. Plus, it's a proven fact that he doesn't go out with girls for too long. What if he has someone else on the side? Is she prettier than I am? Smarter? Funnier?

"Well come on Lilly. We're going to be late for school. Is everything ok?" Jackson's voice shook me back to reality and I realized I'd just been standing there staring at him.

I shook my head yes, indicating that everything was in fact ok with me, and hopped into the passenger's seat.

The whole entire ride there I stared out the window at the trees passing wondering who this other girl might be.

Take a chill pill, Lilly. The text was just some stupid high school rumor. You know how girls are in high school. All they want to do is ruin each other's lives and steal their boyfriends. It was probably just some fat nasty girl who likes Jackson and wanted him to herself. I need to stop worrying about this. Jackson loves me, he said so.

I smiled at my conclusion and when I looked at Jackson, he smiled back at me just as we were pulling into the student parking lot.

We walked hand in hand into the school, just like every other day and sat down at a table. "Hey, I told one of my friends I'd meet up with them to help them out on their homework. Do you mind if I just meet you back here before the bell rings?" Jackson asked. I nodded and he kissed my forehead before wandering off.

I sighed and took out this month's issue of Cosmo Girl.

While reading an article about this summer's fashion styles, I got another anonymous text message from the number last night. My heart stopped for a split second and then started racing fast while I clicked the "Accept Text" button on my phone. While I waited for the message to show up, I looked around the room trying to spot the text sender. All around me people had their cell phones out texting, calling, and listening to music on the ones that doubled as MP3 players. It would be impossible to tell who sent the text. Maybe they weren't even in the same area I was.

I looked back down at my phone and read the message.

"Your boyfriend has been spotted kissing the cheek of another girl. You might want to go to his locker to see if you can still spot his cheating in action. Then try and convince yourself he isn't a cheater."

I read the message over and over and over again. There is totally no way Jackson is cheating. I told myself after closing my phone. I didn't bother texting back because I knew they weren't going to tell me who they were so there was no point.

I decided, just to make myself feel better today and not give myself a heart attack, I'd check Jackson's locker. You know, just to make sure and all.

As I rounded the corner I heard Jackson laughing and I started to calm down because if he was with a girl he would be kissing her and not laughing right? He totally had to be with one of his buddies, talking about something. Maybe even me.

But just as I was about to round the corner I heard a girl's laughter from the same direction.

That still doesn't mean anything. They could still just be working on homework or something. He just said one of his friends. He didn't specify any gender.

I decided the appropriate way to handle this would be to sneak around the corner ever so quietly and see what he was up to.

I made sure no one else was in the hallway before I decided to spy. I didn't need anyone thinking I was some kind of freak who spies on people making out- JACKSON BETTER NOT BE- and to also make sure no one was going to sneak up on me or call my name and blow it all.

After a thorough scan of the entire hallway I stuck my head around the corner just to catch the nasty slut he was with reach in for a kiss.

I was expecting Jackson to push her away and say something about me but, as my luck had it, he leaned in and met her kiss in the middle.

I stared for another minute, trying to kill that skank with my mind but when the first bell started ringing I had to high tail it back to the table I was sitting at so Jackson wouldn't figure out I was spying on him. I jumped into the seat and pulled out my magazine, feigning disinterest in an article about Ashlee Simpson just as Jackson walked around the corner.

I looked up to see him coming towards me with a huge smile plastered on his face.

That smile better be made for me and not from that stupid whore kissing him.

I was hoping that he was going to sit me down and tell me the truth and explain to me that he kissed another girl but it was a total accident.

I wanted him to tell me something like, she has powers to control people's minds and she went around seducing other people's boyfriends and getting them do to unspeakable things with her.

But you know my luck. No such thing would ever happen to me. Things just go wrong for me and that's just how my life is. It isn't glamorous like Little Miss Hannah Montana. I never get anything special. And now, the love of my life was about to break up with me and I wouldn't even have a best friend's shoulder to cry on because she hated me.

"Hey sweetie." He said kissing me. I didn't even pucker my lips. I was too royally pissed off to even do such a thing. "Is something wrong?" He asked, looking genuinely concerned. "Nope, not a thing." I replied, my voice icy cold.

"Ok, cool. Listen, I need to talk to you." He started just as the second bell started ringing.

"Damnit. Ok, I'll talk to you after first period. I would text you and all but coach doesn't like us to have our phones out during class. See ya later sweetie. I love you." He said kissing my forehead.

Stupid me just stood there, staring at his back while he walked off, tears dripping out of my eyes while kids walked around me to get to first period.