After a small discussion, Chloe and I opted to head for Blackwell next. We have all of David's files, which is definitely a step in the right direction. Next, since we know Nathan was close to Rachel one way or another, we should be able to find some kind of clue in his room. Hopefully his phone so that we can see what he's been doing during the Vortex parties. After that, we'll confront Frank, give him the money that we stole from Wells, and hopefully convince him to give us his client list, which we believe to be the last piece of the puzzle.

As we walked right back towards the dorm, we're all of a sudden faced with Mr Jefferson. My alarms are all blaring at the back of my head. After what happened with Kate, it seems Jefferson triggers my danger instincts. I can't for the life of me figure out why.

"Oh, Damon." He greeted me with a small, polite smile.

"Mr Jefferson." I responded with narrow eyes. His smile fell and he gave me an understanding look.

"Look, Damon, I understand I've lost a great deal of your trust and respect after what happened with Kate." He told me. He at least has the decency to look abashed, that's a start. "I admit that I was wrong, but I hope I can at least earn some of your respect back. I have high hopes for you Damon, and I'd rather not be the cause of a rift." he said sincerely. Why are my instincts driving me to not trust him?

"I understand Sir." I said with a soft sigh. "I know that I shouldn't be holding this against you." I told him.

"It's quite alright." he said with a fatherly smile. "Now, care to introduce me to your friend?" he asked, smirking slightly.

"Ah, yes." I cleared my throat. "Mr Jefferson, my girlfriend Chloe. Chloe, Mr Mark Jefferson, my photography teacher." I told her.

"Wow, I must admit, I've been wondering what kind of girl would grab Damon's attention." Jefferson said with a grin as he and Chloe shook hands. "Truth be told, I was beginning to think you didn't like girls, what with all the female students giggling behind your back." That prompted a laugh from Chloe.

"What?!" I blanched in shock.

"It's true." he grinned as Chloe laughed. "Many of the girls in the Academy are pining for your attention. Even Victoria made a remark about your, and I quote, 'sexy English accent,' when you first arrived." He told me.

"Believe me, I know all about Victoria's desire to see what's under my shirt." I said dryly.

"Well, I certainly am glad to see you're being a teenager in your free time." Jefferson smiled, looking Chloe and I over. "I was starting to get concerned with how you brood every afternoon away after classes, and only go to the occasional cafe on the weekends." He added.

Chloe gave me a look. "I'm a real gift from above for you, aren't I?" She asked with a teasing grin.

"Yeah, sure." I responded, deadpanned, making Jefferson and Chloe laugh.

"Now, not that this hasn't been fun, but I have duties to attend to. A teacher's job is never done." He said sagely. "I have to announce the winner of the Everyday Heroes Concert. Whilst I'm sorry to see you didn't enter, I understand." he gave a small sigh. "You can't force an artist to work."

"I do feel like an idiot for not handing something in." I admitted, frowning. "For multiple reasons, it's been rather difficult to focus this week." I paused. "No pun intended."

"Regardless, I'm proud of you for caring that much for a friend." he smiled, referring to Kate. "And don't be too down about the contest, you have plenty of time. Just, get into the habit of putting your work out there." He advised. "Even if you know you're going to get rejected, just do it." He added.

"I will, thank you Sir." I nodded in response. "And I will do my best to be there tonight." I added.

"I'll be his date." Chloe chimed in. "Music, snacks, drinks, and dancing teachers? Count me in." She grinned.

"No one should ever have to see me dance." Jefferson laughed. "Plus, you don't want to see this old hipster trying to keep up with the kids." He gave a grin. "Be seeing you." He bade us farewell.

"Kinda hot for a teacher." Chloe nudged me once Jefferson was out of earshot.

"Hey, girls only." I shot back, swatting her rear.

"Hey!" She yelped, making me smirk. She glared as we made our way to the dorm, her eyes promising retribution.

So the plan was for me to sneak into Nathan's room whilst Chloe kept watch outside of the dorm building. She wanted to come inside with me to keep a closer watch, but I argued that I would need as much time as possible to get out if Nathan approached, so she conceded. If Nathan approached the building, Chloe would text me and I would hurry my efforts, and rewind if necessary. I also made her promise me not to confront Nathan. We don't want another bathroom incident.

Anyways, I made my way to Nathan's dorm room. Funnily enough, it was actually the room right next to mine; Room 111. Mine was room 112. The reminder of that made me feel kinda shitty, since Nathan drugged her in his room. I was probably brooding on my bed with my earphones blasting in my ears at the time. That whole thing happened right next to me and I didn't even know it. I suppose it's just one more thing I have to make up for to Chloe over the course of our new relationship.

Shaking my head clear of those thoughts, I tried to open Nathan's dorm. Unfortunately, he's like me. He locks his door whenever he leaves. So, using a little trick that my Sensei taught me, I brought my foot down on the door handle, snapping it right off. With a smirk, I entered the room and rewound, effectively repairing the door without leaving any trace of evidence that I was here in the first place. Damn, as much as this power freaks me out sometimes, I can't help but love it. Is it awesome, or is it awesome?

"Alright Press-cunt, let's see what you have hidden in your abode." I said with an evil smirk, rubbing my hands together.

Nathan's room was surprisingly clean, and kind of creepy. Which wasn't exactly a bad thing. The dark colors are what gave it a creep factor. It's actually not too different from my room.

A cold fury coursed through me as I found a photograph of Chloe, drugged, on his desk. She looked completely out of it, laying on the ground on her side. Scowling, I pocketed the image and continued my search. I found some other shit, some weed, his camera, his books, and whatnot, but nothing that would actually help. Fascinating as it was to find out that Nathan listens to whale sounds to fall asleep, it doesn't really help. When I went over to his computer, I had to smirk. It was crashed, meaning he tried to watch Kate's video. Divine Punishment~

The shelf full of horror movies was interesting, but it didn't yield much info either, other than Nathan's tastes in movies. I'd actually seen some of these movies and they weren't all bad. And I have to give credit where it's due; I found some of Nathan's photographs, and they were all pretty good shots. They had a dark twist, which was only made more powerful by the fact that they were taken in black and white. You can tell a lot about a person from their living space, and, well… I have to say, if Nathan wasn't so fucking unstable, he and I could probably have been pretty good friends.

Shaking my head, I continued my search. After a few moments, I noticed something.

"What do we have here?" I asked the air, kneeling down. There were indents on the carpet, indicating something slid over them. Said indents lead towards the couch legs, and there were also scratch marks on the wall. Subtle, but they were there. "Jackpot." I smirked, walking up to the couch. I pulled it away from the wall to see what Nathan was hiding behind it. Lo and behold, I find a zip-lock bag hanging off the back of the couch, with a cellphone and some other papers in it. "I had a dog, and his name was Bingo." I grinned, rewinding once I took the bag. I quickly slipped it into my pocket. As I did so however, I received a text from Chloe.

Chloe: nathan alert! hurry! or rewind!

Immediately, I made for the door. I unlocked it, which is easy from the inside, and left, hoping the maybe Nathan would just think he'd forgotten to lock it when he gets back. As I closed the door, however, I heard a voice.

"Damon?" Juliet asked me as she came down the stairs, approaching. "What were you doing in Nathan's room?" She asked. I was about to respond, but Nathan had just turned the corner and was stomping towards his room. Hoping I don't die as a consequence, I did the first thing that came to mind. I pushed Juliet against my own dorm door, and slammed my lips onto hers, earning a shocked squeak. When she saw Nathan approaching, however, she got the message and rolled with it, returning the kiss. She was quite surprised when I snaked my tongue into her mouth, making her let out a moan as I did my work, my hands pinning her shoulders to the door.

"Jesus Fuck, get a room, pricks." Nathan sneered, stomping past us and pushing right into his room and locking the door. He didn't even noticed that it was unlocked.

"Fuaah~" Juliet let out a breath she'd been holding in as we finally separated, a thin string of saliva connecting us. I think she and I might have gotten a little too into it there for a second. "Wow…" She breathed out, her eyes half-lidded, a dazed look on her face. She bit her lip and let out a light giggle. "You're a really good kisser." She said with a dreamy look on her face. Then, she frowned. "Isn't your girlfriend gonna be mad though?" She asked as I stepped back.

"Doubtful, considering she's apparently quite keen on the idea of watching me, and I quote, dominate a bitch." I said dryly. "Plus, since she likes girls too, and I've given her free reign to go wild as she wants with the ladies, I don't think she'll be too put out." I concluded.

"To each their own I guess." Juliet shrugged, straightening out her clothes.

"Sorry about that, by the way." I said, chuckling sheepishly.

"I'm not." She grinned. "Lemme know if that 'dominate a bitch' plan comes to fruition. I'll probably be available." She purred, shocking me. "If that kiss, and the sounds Price was making last night are a precursor, I'd love to see what else can come." She whispered huskily, planting a kiss on the corner of my mouth. Jesus Christ, what is it with these Blackwell girls? Or is it me? I know Jefferson said many of the girls here like my accent, and I'd like to think I can turn a few heads, but this is just too much! I had to stop myself from staring as she swayed her hips.

Dammit Damon, focus!

"Waaahahahaha!" Chloe howled with laughter, clutching her belly as I drove us towards the beach, where Frank had texted Chloe to meet him with his money. As we were on our way, I'd informed her about what happened with Juliet. I didn't want to keep any secrets from her, and I was, truthfully, somewhat ashamed. With Kate, it was different. Kate kissed me, and she didn't know Chloe was right there. With Juliet, I kissed her, and made it look like we were about to get busy. Sure, I was doing it to avoid getting spotted by Nathan, but that's not an excuse. For whatever reason though, Chloe disagrees.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." I grumbled. She also seemed to think that the brief conversation I had with Juliet afterwards was hilarious. I really should have known. I didn't think she'd be upset, but she's reacting a lot stronger than I than I thought she would. I expected a demand of something big to make it up to her, or a couple of quips at my expense, but not a fit of laughter.

"Dude, you've probably macked on more girls than I have, and that's saying something!" She laughed. I recalled that she told me she had sex with four girls so far, but that probably doesn't include Rachel, or any other girls she 'macked on.' I swear, this girl is going to be the end of me. "You gonna take Juliet up on her offer? It sounds like fun to me." She said with an eager grin.

"Chloe, I reiterate, it's been less than 24 hours since we made 'this' official." I said, gesturing between the two of us as I stopped at a red light. "Let's not think about bringing other people into our bedroom just yet, alright?" I asked tiredly. The only response I got was a wide, overly sweet smile. I shudder to think of what Chloe's thinking right now.

For about the eighth or ninth time, I found myself opening my eyes, sitting in my car, which was parked at the beach parking area, with Frank's RV in the distance. I've rewound this conversation several times now, and each time, it ends with Chloe getting stabbed, Frank and Pompidou getting killed, Frank getting stabbed, Frank getting his neck broken, or some other kind of injury. I think my arm is still bleeding from where Pompidou bit once. Yep, it is.

"Poor whales…" Chloe said, looking to the beach, where all the dead whales are. Again.

"I know." I agreed, again.

"When I think of all their families out there, waiting for them, it reminds me of my Dad." She said sadly. Again.

"Me too." I agreed, again, before Chloe's face darkened.

"Alright, now that asshole is going to help us find Rachel." She growled, pulling her gun out.

"Chloe." I sighed tiredly, gaining her attention. She gasped as I pulled up my jacket sleeve, showing off the bleeding bite mark from Pompidou.

"What the fuck?" She gasped as I pulled a first aid kit from the back of the car. Always a good idea to keep one of these.

"I've rewound this conversation with Frank several times now." I told her as I opened the kit, grabbing some rubbing alcohol. "Each time, you or I say something that allows Frank to figure out that we were in his RV. Or we just piss him off and he enters rage mode." I explained as I rubbed the alcohol on the wound, not even flinching at the stinging pain. "Did you know that he goes to Church?" I asked curiously.

"No, I actually didn't." She said, surprised.

"I was surprised too, believe me." I said honestly as some gauze on the wound and wrapped bandages around it. "Each time I rewind, it ends with someone getting hurt. Three times now, you've shot Frank and Pompidou dead." I told her, prompting horrified wide eyes. "Please leave the gun behind." I pleaded with her. "If he gets violent, I can rewind or bring out my own gun. Just please don't snap at him or threaten him." I asked softly.

"Y-yeah, sure…" She bit out, gulping. She put the gun in the glovebox, which relieved me to no end, as she pulled out the envelope with Frank's money. A new envelope, one that doesn't say 'Handicapped Fund,' and only contains the 3k that Chloe owes. We set the remaining 2k aside, promising to use it for a road trip to Portland at a later date. "M-maybe you should do the talking." She suggested.

I nodded in response as we got out. We strolled over to the RV, walking around it to get to the door. Calmly, Chloe knocked on the door. Within seconds, Frank opened, a scowl forming on his face as soon as he saw me. Just like every other time we went down this road.

"Oh look, the Wonder Twins." Frank snarked, leaving the RV. He didn't close the door, since Pompidou was trained well enough to not leave his owner's eyesight. "Pretty ballsy of you to show yourself after you shot me." He said, narrowing his eyes as he held up his bandaged hand.

"You scared me, Frank." I said bluntly. "Pulling a knife on Chloe and threatening to cut her? Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't have done the same if I aimed my gun at your dog." I crossed my arms. "Pompidou, was it?" I asked, directing my attention to Chloe, who nodded, playing along.

"Yeah, fine, whatever." Frank spat, rolling his eyes. Still, the seed was planted. He saw things my way, even if he wasn't allowing it to show. That'll reduce the odds of him going all Hulk on us and making me have to rewind. "Where's the money?" He asked, turning to Chloe. There's some proof. If I hadn't answered, he'd have said 'Where's my fucking money?' There's an improvement.

"Right here." Chloe said, pulling out the envelope.

"There, was that so hard?" He asked snarkily. "Let's not do anymore business, shall we?" He asked with fake politeness as he took the envelope from Chloe.

"Hold." I said before he could enter the RV again. It caught his attention. "There's another reason why we're here." I told him. "We need some information, and we're willing to pay for it." I said simply.

"Listen kid, I just said that I won't be doing anymore business with her." he jerked his head in Chloe's direction.

"This is business with me, not Chloe." I said, reaching into my pocket. I pulled out three hundred dollar bills, holding them up. "300 dollars, up close and personal. No debt, no owing anyone anything." I told him. He narrowed his eyes at me, before they drifted towards the bills in my hand.

"What info?" he asked. Not a no, but not a yes either.

"Your client list." I said, simple and straightforward.

"Oh, is that so?" He gave a sarcastic laugh. "Why didn't you say so? How about my stash, my dog, or even the keys to my RV?" He asked. I don't need to say how sarcastic he was being.

"Sarcasm ill befits you Frank." I deadpanned.

"You're giving me a headache Pommy." he spat. "No deal." He made for his RV door.

"First of all, my name is Damon. Damon Azrail, use it." I told him. I really don't like it when people call me 'Pommy.' I don't call him shit like 'trailer trash' or 'hick,' and I expect the same courtesy.

"Azrail?" he stopped, looking at me. "You're that Damon?" He asked, surprised for whatever reason.

"You know of me?" I asked, turning my attention to Chloe, who shrugged.

"Rachel told me that Chloe would talk about you all the time." He said, his voice and face softening. His gaze wandered back and forth between us a few times before he released a small chuckle. "Seems she was right about the two of you eventually macking on each other." He crossed his arms, making Chloe flush. I held back a small flush of my own.

"Moving on…" I bit out. "Rachel is actually the reason we need your client list." I told him. His eyes bulged out of his head, brighter than I'd ever seen from him. Is this what hope looks like in his eyes. "We've already got most of the puzzle pieces we need, and I believe that your client list is the last one." I told him. "You cared about her, didn't you?" I asked.

"That's an understatement." He said with a sad chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "I can't stand not knowing where she is. Not hearing her voice, her laugh…" He let out a depressed sigh. "The only person to ever give two shits about me." he mumbled.

"Then help us find her." Chloe chimed in, her voice ringing desperation.

"It's a long shot, I'll admit." I told him admittedly. "It really is, but it's not nothing." I said with conviction, holding out the money for him.

A moment of silence.

"If there's a chance in hell you two dorks can find Rachel, I'll take it." He finally said, taking the cash. "Plus, my dog's not barking at you, so that's good." he added in a mumble, pulling a small book out from his jacket. Without a word, he handed it to me. I gave a nod in response.

"Thank you Frank." I told him sincerely. "When we have a definitive answer, you'll be the first to know." I promised him. He gave a small nod in response, walking into his RV without another word.

"Whew." Chloe sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from her forehead. I too released a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Let's get out of here." I suggested. Chloe was all too eager to agree.

As Chloe and I entered the Price household, we were suddenly greeted to the sight of David and Joyce, clearly talking in the kitchen. Joyce's expression was one of firmness, disappointment, and anger. David, wearing a casual outfit with a cast on his arm, was clearly ashamed. And as we Chloe and I walked into the house, their attention turned to us, and their conversation came to a grinding halt.

A tense silence overcame the room as David and I locked eyes. Her nose in the air, Joyce walked away from David, passed Chloe and myself. She placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder, sending a silent message with her eyes. Hesitantly, Chloe looked at me, and I gave her a reassuring smile. With a single nod, she left for upstairs with her mother, leaving David and myself alone.

"David." I gave a simple greeting, my tone and expression emotionless.

"Damon…" He let out, softly and abashedly. "I'm sorry." He finally said, looking as though it took physical effort to say the words.

"For what?" I asked as I raised an expectant eyebrow. "Hitting me? Spying on me? Scaring my friend? Stalking her?" I listed with my fingers. Might be a bit of a dick move, but I don't really care. "And if you for second believe you're going to get an apology out of me, you're dead wrong." I told him before he could respond. "I have no regrets concerning that." I pointed at his casted arm. A lie; the only thing I regret is breaking his arm with something Sensei taught me.

"Ok, yes, I deserved that." He sighed out, rubbing his uncovered hand on his cast. "I'm sorry for all of them. Above all for raising my hand to you." He told me. "Joyce said that if it wasn't for you, I'd probably be sleeping in a hotel right now." He said after a moment of silence. "Said you thought my arm was punishment enough." he sighed. "I guess I should thank you as well." He gave a wry smile. "Still sleeping on the couch though."

"I see." I said simply. Another brief silence. "David, why do you do this?" I asked of him, gaining his attention.

"What?"

"Why do you feel the need to do all the shit you do?" I asked, running a hand through my hair. "Spying on students, stalking them, the surveillance, the cameras in this house?" I listed.

"How did you-"

"Chloe wasn't wrong when she called you a total paranoid." I cut him off. "Why do roll through your PTSD instead actually finding someone to help you?" I finally asked, making him stop. "You know that if you had someone helping you, then there wouldn't be images of Commies or Iraqis jumping out of the closet, killing you, raping Joyce and selling Chloe to prostitution." I crossed my arms. By the not-so-subtle flinch, I'd say that scenario sounds rather familiar to him. PTSD nightmare I'd wager.

"When I was in combat, I…" He trailed off with a gulp, his face paling slightly. "I can't go into detail, maybe someday, but let's just say that I did something I shouldn't have, and cost my squad a few lives." He shuddered slightly. "I disobeyed orders, and for that, I was dishonorably discharged." His breath hitched. "I failed my men. I was the Sergeant, and yet I acted like a cadet with dreams of film-like glory." He shook his head. "I relive it almost every night, and I always have this nagging feeling that I'm going to screw up in the same way and lose Joyce and Chloe." He wiped away tears that were barely showing. "I don't want that to happen again." He said.

My respect and sympathy for the man before went up at that moment, but not exactly by leaps and bounds. Let me clarify: by no means do I consider David a bad man. I do not for one second believe that he shouldn't be loved, or have a family, or be happy with his life. He's a broken man, and he needs help. Ok, well, broken might be a bit of an exaggeration. I'd say he's more likely a little twisted by his experiences. Fractured, not unlike his arm right now.

"I won't pretend I know what that must be like." I finally spoke. "All I can do is offer my deepest sympathies; no one should have to go through that." I said, stuffing my hands in my jacket pockets. "However, that doesn't excuse the way you've been acting. Chloe might be hellraiser, but you're also just as responsible for the issues between you the two of you as she is." I narrowed my eyes at him. "From the beginning, you should have been the adult, the proverbial bigger man."

"I… You're right…" He whispered, shaking his head as he shuddered. Must be one fucked up memory.

"I have three bits of advice for you David." I told him, pulling a business card out of my back pocket. "Get help." I said, handing him the card; my mother's business card. "My Mum is a renowned Psychologist in England. Suicidal teens, rape victims, soldiers…" I let that last one hang in the air for a moment, catching his attention. "She helps them all. I know it'd be difficult, considering she's in London, and you'd have to stay there for a good few months to fully reap the benefits, to say nothing about the finances, but if you find yourself able to afford it, I recommend you jump at the chance. I can even convince her to discount you if you'd like." He looked at me with wide eyes.

"Dr Klare Azrail…" He read in a whisper, looking back at the card.

"Second, get rid of the cameras." I told him. Before he could ask how I knew about them, I cut him off. "I know Joyce, and if she found out about those, she'd have all your belongings packed and the divorce papers signed before you can say 'Attention.' You know she would." David put on a grimace at the thought. Clearly, he's been on the receiving end of Joyce's wrath before. "Finally, stop trying to parent Chloe." I said simply.

"What?" He asked, his eyes wide.

"You're not her father." I reminded him. "You married her mother, but that doesn't give you the right to try and parent her. It doesn't give you parental authority over her, or any other kind." I said sternly. "The only person in this house that has any authority over her, is Joyce. This is Joyce's house, not yours. Her house, her daughter, her responsibility." I told him. His gaze found the ground as he took in everything I said. "She's nineteen, and though she still has plenty of growing up to do, she doesn't need an adult to guide her anymore. All she needs is one good push in the right direction, and I don't think you're the one who will give her that push." I finished.

"Then who will?" He asked softly.

"I don't know." I said honestly. I'm not certain if I can give her that push, truth be told. "But you and I both know that Joyce won't allow Chloe to throw everything away. She's not at edge of the cliff just yet. If she doesn't pull herself together before then, Joyce will make sure she does. Time for you to step down, pun intended, and trust your wife to deal with her own daughter." I told him with finality. I earned a small, wry smile at the 'step down' bit. "When it really comes down to it, this is all just advice from a teenaged Blackwell little shit-ass punk." I said dryly, using his words against him. "Do what you will. Just know that your actions in the very near future could dictate the terms of your relationship with Chloe, and your marriage." I warned him.

I didn't even wait for a response as I left, heading towards Chloe's room. I walked passed Joyce as I went up the stairs, giving her a single nod. With a relieved sigh, she went down to continue her talk with her husband. Say what you will about David, but he has one thing that Chloe can't deny, no matter how much she dislikes him; he loves Joyce. I won't deny his attitude is a big instigator in his ongoing conflict with Chloe, but she's not innocent here either. That, however, is a whole other can of worms. We can deal with that after we find Rachel.

As I entered Chloe's room, I found her sitting on the edge of the bed, a pondering look on her pretty face. She was definitely deep in thought, maybe about David, or perhaps what happened with Frank. Either way, she perked up when she saw me.

"Hey, what happened with Step-wanker?" She asked, standing up. I smirked at her use of my variant of 'Step-douche.'

"Well enough." I responded. "He apologized for what happened, told me something about his past, and really took in what I had to say." I told her thoughtfully. "Makes me think there's more to him than I've seen this past week." I shrugged.

"Aw come one." Chloe whined. "Tell me you're not going to join Mom in the 'Get-Chloe-to-Like-David Club?' Please?" She pleaded.

"Not at all." I waved her off, much to her relief. "Whatever happens between you all is on him now. It's his move." I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist. "What about you? You alright?" I asked of her softly.

"Well, I'm glad things went well with Frank." She told me honestly, resting her head on my chest. "It's nice to have one less enemy in Arcadia Bay." She noted.

"I hear that." I said with a small sigh as I planted a soft kiss on her head. We held still for a moment, just holding each other, bask in the other's warmth. "We should carry on with our investigation." I said after a moment. Chloe pulled her head from my chest and looked up at me with a mischievous grin. One that means clothes were going to be lost any second.

"We could… in about 30 minutes…" She whispered huskily, pressing her lips against the line of my jaw.

"You are insatiable." I grinned at her, sliding my hands down her hips.

"You know it." She responded, kissing me.

And there we have it. Another chapter done and dusted. Please forgive my quietness lately guys. I've been job-hunting, studying for my driver's licence, and adjusting to a new house. I'd been living in holiday home when I first arrived in Canberra, so it was all good there. However, once we found a house, we had to wait to get Wifi, and we still have no furniture. But now that I have Wifi once more, the updates should continue. Of course, I'm still job-hunting.

Anyways, what did you guys think of this chapter? I put in the bit with Juliet because in this story, Warren doesn't have the same crush he had on the MC, so he probably wouldn't go charging in like he did in Canon. So, I went with something else. Since Chloe made the joke about 'dominating a bitch,' I thought it would be funny if another girl made it known that she was available for such a thing.

And before anyone says that I'm making Damon too much of a stud, keep in mind that he's still less popular than Rachel was canonically. He's a hot, British, biker boy with gorgeous silver eyes, abs that won't quit, and the ability to bounce his pecs like Dwayne Johnson. Of course a school full of hormonal teenaged girls are going to turn their heads when we walks by. Still, he's not what one would call a Golden Child, like they all did Rachel. So yeah, I don't think his popularity is far-fetched in the slightest.