Thursday near the end of lunch, Bree asks whose house they're hanging out at this weekend.

"None of ours," Megan smirks. "Mike Anderson is having a party."

"Are you serious?" Bree asks, honestly not even feeling like going to a party any time soon.

"You know who Mike is?" Dean questions.

"Yup," Bree says unenthusiastically. Mike is yet another bad boy that goes to Mission Creek, just not in their direct group. He's known for throwing the sickest parties, that is, until the police come and shut them down.

"Ever been to one of his parties?" asks Kendra.

"Nah," Bree answers with a shrug.

"It's gonna be fun," Justin nudges her and smiles.

Bree forces a smile back at him and then looks away quickly. Truthfully, she hasn't been able to get the 'kidnapping' thing out of her head. Every time she looks at him, she gets reminded. She's curious to know more about the whole thing, even though she knows she should just act like she has no idea.

The bell rings, indicating sixth period is starting soon. Bree glances over to her old table, noticing Sloane and Chase aren't sitting next to each other. Leo is in between them. And of course Kitana is on the opposite side of Sloane. Bree rolls her eyes and stands, getting ready for sixth period.

Justin stands up quickly and gets in line with her. "Why are you in such a hurry?" He tosses his bagged lunch in the trash on the way out.

"If you wait too long the hallways get super crowded because everyone else waits." Bree tugs on the strap of her backpack.

"Yeah, you're right . . . so how come you're not excited to go to Mike's party?"

"I don't know. The last time I went to a party that wasn't my own I got kind of . . . wasted."

Justin laughs.

"It was my first time drinking!" Bree laughs with him. "Believe it or not, I used to be a goody two shoes."

"Uh, yeah. I can believe it," Justin's still smiling.

"Hey," Bree shoves him playfully.

"Come on, B. I know who you are. I knew of you before you joined the group."

"Seriously? You actually noticed me back then?"

"I notice a lot of things," Justin smirks at her.

Bree stops next to the classroom door she's about to enter. "Have you noticed I really like you?" She doesn't look him in the eyes until she's done speaking.

Justin's smiling big. He leans against the wall behind Bree, putting one hand next to her head. "Want to go to Mike's party together? I'll make sure you don't get 'wasted.'" He winks as Bree looks up at him, just inches away. Bree nods, unable to find something to say. The late bell rings. "Oops," he takes his hand off the wall, "See you later, pretty girl," he pecks her on the cheek quickly and walks away down the hall.

Bree bites her lip, trying not to squeal as butterflies go crazy in her stomach. Caitlin walks by her and glares a little before heading into the room. Bree stops smiling immediately and glares back at her. Caitlin walks into the room, Bree smiling to herself again once she's gone. She finally strolls into sixth period, and Mrs. Jackson doesn't even notice she's late.

After sitting down at her desk, Bree secretively pulls out her phone. She finds herself in a pause. She wonders, Sloane or Megan? She decides to type in Megan's name for recipient and writes a text.

Bree: MEGAN! Justin just called me pretty girl and kissed me on the cheek! Were going to the party together :)))))

Bree quickly sends it and makes sure her phone is on silent so it doesn't go off during class. She doesn't need freaking Caitlin of all people laughing at her. Ever since she became friends with Megan—Sloane really, Caitlin has been nothing but bratty to her.

Bree receives a text.

Megan: Ack i hate pet names. at least he didnt call u princess

Bree sighs with irritation and deletes the text immediately. She obviously chose the wrong person to tell.

Friday night, Bree is ready to leave for Mike Anderson's party. Sloane, Adam and Tasha are watching a movie in the living room, and Leo and Chase are throwing a nerf ball around. Mr. Davenport is of course working down in the lab. "Alright, everyone, I'm heading out." She got Mr. Davenport and Tasha's permission earlier.

"Where are you going?" Sloane asks.

"To a party." She looks at Tasha, "With adult supervision and no alcohol," she smiles and tries not to laugh. She can't believe Tasha and Davenport actually believe that.

"Can I come?" Sloane stands eagerly.

"Seriously?"

Sloane nods, "I want to get out of this house," she says quietly.

"Okay, I guess you can come." She lowers her voice now, "Justin is driving us. He's right outside."

This causes Sloane to smile. Bree told her about what happened yesterday, and she was nothing but happy for her, unlike Megan.

Chase catches the ball from Leo but doesn't throw it back. "If Sloane's going, I'm going."

"No way," Bree shakes her head. Sloane mentally thanks her for it.

"Yes, way," Chase tilts his head gives her a smile. Sloane has barely looked at Chase since the art class on Tuesday. She's practically been ignoring him, and Chase needs to get their relationship back on track.

Leo walks over, "I wanna go."

"Me too," Adam stands up off the couch.

"No. Way. Only Sloane and I are going." Everyone in the group besides Megan likes Sloane. She fits in with them.

"Bree," Tasha says after pausing the movie. "If they want to go, then you'd better take them unless you want to skip the whole thing."

"Tasha!" Bree whines.

"Bree."

"Fine," Bree exhales and leads the way out the door.

"Who is that?" Chase asks once they see Justin's car.

"Justin," Bree smiles. "He's driving us to the party."

"You're not super speeding us?"

"Nope," she heads for the front seat. "And have fun squeezing in the backseat, losers." She looks at Sloane, "Not you, Sloane."

She sits in the front and slams the door. "Sorry. My lame brothers wanted to come."

Justin looks at her, "Not a huge deal. I don't mind giving them a ride."

Leo and Adam file into the backseat, leaving Chase and Sloane.

Chase looks at Sloane with raised eyebrows, "I guess you're just going to have to sit on my lap."

Sloane tries not to look disgusted, "I guess so." Chase gets in, followed by Sloane.

"Hey Sloane," Justin looks at her in the review mirror. "And everyone."

Sloane forces a smile as everyone else says hi to him.

Chase reaches the seatbelt around both him and Sloane, earning a glare from her. "Safety first, babe," He defends himself with wide eyes. Once Sloane looks away and goes back to facing forward, Chase puts his arms around her waist. She leans back against him, trying to forget the whole past week and remember why she loves him.

Once they finally arrive at Mike Anderson's house, the place is packed. He seems to live in the middle of nowhere. He has no neighbors, and they can already hear the music from the car.

Justin parks, and everyone gets out. Chase grabs Sloane's hand, particularly annoying her. She holds his hand anyway, trying to sort everything out in her head. She notices Justin put his arm around Bree in front of them.

It seems that as soon as they walk in, Bree and Justin disappear. Adam, Chase, Leo and Sloane are left alone.

Bree and Justin find the rest of their group easily. Everyone is in what appears to be a game room, Dean and Kendra playing beer pong with some other randoms.

Megan looks up from the couch when she sees Justin and Bree walk in.

"Hey guys," she says. The music is a lot quieter in this room, so you don't have to scream to be heard.

"Hey." Justin sits on the arm of the couch, and pulls Bree over so that she's standing between his legs.

"Are you guys, like, together now?" Megan asks almost sounding pissed off.

Bree has yet to say something to her, especially now. She's always so negative and mad, and it's getting old. Justin doesn't answer her either.

Megan takes a sip of beer from the red cup in her hand. "Well?"

"Why do you care?" Bree says with a look of annoyance on her face.

"I don't," Megan snaps and looks away.

Bree rolls her eyes and mumbles, "Whatever."

Rodrick walks in through the same door Bree and Justin walked through just moments ago. He's got something in his left hand.

"Is that a bong?" Bree says, stopping him in his tracks.

Rodrick shrugs, "Yeah. You want a hit?" He sits down heavily to the right of Megan.

"No," Bree looks repulsed.

Rodrick pulls a lighter from his back pocket and lights it up. He inhales from the top of the tube, and then passes it on to Megan. Once she's done, she holds it up for Justin to take.

Bree turns her head to look at him, just in time to see him look at Megan with wide eyes and slightly shaking his head no.

"What? Don't want to smoke in front of her 'cause she thinks it's gross?" Megan says, trying to start things up as usual.

"You usually smoke weed?" Bree stares at him, her nose scrunched up.

Justin looks at her like he knows he's disappointed her. Bree sighs. "It's not really bad for you, Babe. Practically harmless," Justin says.

"Then why's it illegal?!"

Justin chuckles, "Calm down. I'm not smoking any tonight—especially if you don't want me to."

Bree doesn't say anything, just looks over at Dean and Kendra. It looks like they're winning.

"Hey," Justin says quietly as he gives her a little shake.

Bree looks back at him with a straight face. She glances at his lips quickly, then back to his pretty brown eyes.

"I want this to work, really. I like you a lot."

Bree can't help but smile. She looks over at Megan and Rodrick for just a second to make sure they're not paying any attention. They're all caught up with the stupid weed. Bree feels Justin's hand on her cheek, guiding her head to face him again.

They stare into each other's eyes for just a second before Justin kisses her. When the kiss is over, they stare into each other's eyes again.

"Wanna be my girl, B?"

Bree smiles and nods, "Yes."

"Oh my god," Megan groans.

"What?" Bree asks irritated, smile immediately fading.

"You two. Are so gross."

"Fuck you, Megan," Justin snaps. Bree's heard him swear before, but it sounds weird now . . . unfamiliar. The past week, he's just been sweet and nice and polite around her. Regardless, Bree joins in, surprising herself when she gives Megan the middle finger.

Megan erupts in laughter, a laugh that Bree finds extremely aggravating right now. She's visibly high already.

"And we win!" Dean shouts, fists in the air. Bree turns to see Dean and Kendra victory hug.

"Up for a second game?" Justin asks.

Dean looks over at them with a smile, "Hell yeah!" Seeing Dean smile makes Bree smile. He actually seems happy for the first time since Bree met him.

"Want to play?" Justin smiles at Bree.

"Sure, but just one game," she smiles back.

Sloane and Chase are hanging out in the living room. They've barely said anything to each other, but it sure isn't quiet in the room. The music is deafeningly loud, and the living room is the main source of it. Leo and Adam are packed in with random strangers in the middle of the room, dancing. However, Sloane and Chase can't even see them anymore, so they could really be anywhere.

On the right side of the room, lies the staircase. Sloane notices Logan walking downstairs alone.

She nudges Chase, "It's Logan!" She yells into his ear so that he can actually hear her.

"Go say hi," Chase replies after he spots Logan. He doesn't really support Sloane and him being friends, but he figures it will make Sloane happy to know he's not pointlessly jealous.

"You sure?"

Chase smiles and nods, "I'll wait right here."

Sloane smiles back and heads off to catch Logan before she loses him in the crowd. She squeezes threw the dancing people and grabs his shoulder right before he's about to enter another room.

He turns and looks confused once he sees her. "Sloane?"

"Hey," she yells and smiles. "You look like you're looking for someone."

"Yeah, my brother," he's looking past Sloane. He nods his head, "You brought your friend."

"He's . . . he's actually my boyfriend."

Logan raises his eyebrows for a nanosecond, "Oh, cool. Want to come up to my room for a second? I can barely hear you down here."

"Your room?"

"I live here. Go grab your fr—boyfriend."

Sloane shakes her head, a bit in shock, "Yeah. Okay. Be right back." She turns to squeeze back through the crowd, but stops. "Actually," she steps up on the stairs so Chase will be able to see her. She motions to Chase once he sees her to come over.

It takes about thirty seconds for Chase to squeeze through the people dancing. "What's going on?" He asks once he reaches Logan and Sloane.

Sloane is about to explain, but Logan starts talking first, "We should all go hangout in my room," he uses his thumb to point behind himself, "It's so loud down here."

Sloane can tell that Chase is surprised that he lives here too, but doesn't bother asking about it in the loudness. He nods, "Sure."

They head up the stairs quickly, and Logan squeezes ahead of Sloane once they get to the top so he can lead the way to his room.

He walks into the second room down on the left. "Are you kidding me?" He says. Sloane and Chase follow in behind him, now seeing that there is a guy and girl making out on his bed. "Get out of here!" He shouts, shooing them off his bed and out of the room. He slams the door after them, and then turns around to Chase and Sloane. He sighs and forces a smile. "Well. Make yourselves comfortable."

Sloane sits down on the chest by the end of Logan's bed, which is covered in random stickers. Behind her, Chase sits down, but on Logan's twin size bed. Logan pulls out his chair from his desk and rolls it over closer to them. He sits and props his feet up on the empty space next to Sloane on the chest. He's wearing slightly dirty black chucks on his feet. Sloane notices a dry drop of blue paint on the outsole of the left shoe.

"So yeah, this is my room. Mike, my older brother, is always throwing these parties, which usually end in the cops showing up."

Sloane is looking around his room. There are no posters, but he has a huge mural and a collage of pictures of him and his friends above his dresser. All the walls besides the mural wall are white. On the far wall, the mural is painted. Logan painted the edges of the wall to look like the whole thing just cracked off, and the city lies beyond that. It's beautiful.

She glances over at his desk, seeing stacks of CDs, papers, a sketchpad, a block of wood and a small closed container of red paint. No textbooks or school supplies.

"I can't believe he's your brother," Chase says. "How come I've never seen you in school?"

Sloane looks over at the collage above his dresser now. She squints, and recognizes the girl he said goodbye to during the art class. She's in more than one actually. In the first, he's holding a strand of her brown hair underneath his nose like a mustache. In the second, they're both making silly faces and they look a couple years younger. And in the last one, at least that Sloane can see, the girl and another guy Sloane thinks she recognizes from art are holding Logan up in their arms, all three of them laughing. In the rest, Sloane doesn't recognize anyone besides Logan.

On the dresser itself, Sloane sees a bunch of wood carved characters and objects. There's a very detailed tree, a high top converse, an angry bird, an electric guitar, and more. It's kind of messy, but interesting. Less than half of them are painted.

"Oh, I'm homeschooled," Sloane hears Logan say, this part actually pulling her eyes away from the walls.

"That's awesome," Sloane says. "I'd love to be homeschooled."

"I get that a lot," Logan says chuckling. He looks over at Chase, "What's your name by the way?"

"Chase."

"Where's your mom, Logan?" Sloane asks.

"She's two hours away doing an art show. So as usual, that means party time for Mike."

"She must find out about the parties," Sloane says matter-of-factly.

"Oh, she knows."

"Why doesn't she do something about it? Like, I don't know, stay home?" Chase says. Sloane looks at him for saying that in such a rude way.

"Um, because she has to sell her paintings," Logan says as if it's obvious.

"Anyway," Sloane says. "I love this mural, Logan. It's so cool."

"Thanks."

"Yeah, did you paint that?" asks Chase. Sloane rolls her eyes at the stupid question, although they can't see her. They're all looking over at the mural.

Logan chuckles again, "Yeah. Art is kind of what I do." There's still a drop of rudeness in his voice, and Sloane doesn't blame him.

"It's really good," Chase ignores it. "You're really talented."

"Thanks, man. It took me two weeks to do that."

"That's pretty quick," says Sloane.

"Yeah, well, I don't have to waste three extra hours at a public school."

"Maybe some people like school," Chase says, irritation creeping up in his voice.

"That has actually only been up about a month," Logan continues. "It was my fifth time painting that wall."

Sloane shakes her head, "That is so amazing," she looks back over at Logan. "What was it before this?"

"First, well hold on, the first one was so lame. I did a jungle. It's really unoriginal and basic, I know," he laughs, "But it was my first, so yeah. The second time, it was this black hole kind of thing, only it wasn't really a black hole, 'cause I used a bunch of other colors too."

"Technically," Chase interrupts him, "black holes have no color. If you looked in a black hole, you would see a distorted image of whatever is on the other side of it."

"Nevertheless," Logan is looking at Chase weirdly now, "It was awesome."

"And what was the third?" Sloane asks interested.

"When I painted the third, I was kind of obsessed with Salvador Dali. He painted The Persistence of Memory, which you'd probably recognize if you saw it."

"I know what you're talking about," Chase says. "It's the one with the melting clocks."

Chase knowing off the top of his head when she doesn't pisses her off. Art is her thing. He doesn't even like art.

"Yeah, that's it. I was inspired by all of his warped fantasy world paintings at the time, so I painted this fantasy world with curved trees and square clouds. It was weird."

"Sounds cool to me," Sloane says smiling. Chase is trying not to get mad, but she just can't stop flattering him. "The fourth?"

"I did this amusement park thing. I had a huge red rollercoaster in it up close and other random rides behind it. My mom, Mike and I had gone to Six Flags just before it, so I of course had to go paint something from it."

"Awesome. Do you take pictures before you paint over the old murals?"

"No, I don't."

"Why not?"

"Well I cover the old pictures for a reason, so I leave it behind when I repaint."

"Okay," says Chase, clearly not grasping the point. "Then aren't you painting it for nothing?"

"No. I have fun painting the murals and it gets the emotion I'm feeling when I paint it out. That's not for nothing."

"Right," Chase says, almost scoffing.

"Logan, mind showing me where your bathroom is? I have to go," Sloane says.

"Sure," Logan answers and stands. He walks behind Sloane to the door but just points to the bathroom. "Just warning you, there's probably some puking teenager in there."

"Gotcha," Sloane nods and heads down the hall. She knocks on the door twice, nice and loud. There's no answer, so she opens the door. Sloane thinks, are you kidding me? It's the couple that was in Logan's room, of course making out again. This time, they have the decency to stop and look at who walked in, unlike before. Sloane stares at them for a moment as they stare back. "Get out," Sloane says rudely and looks at them incredulously. They just look at her. "Do you need me to lay out a fricking red carpet for you to walk out on? Leave." They finally walk out without saying anything.

Sloane closes the door behind them and locks it. She goes to bathroom, washes her hands, and then inspects her reflection in the mirror. She runs her fingers through her hair, trying to detangle it a bit. Then, she carefully runs her fingers underneath her eyes to clear the fallout from her makeup. After giving herself one final look over, she reaches for the doorknob, and opens the door.

Standing before her, is Trevor. Three years older and scruff on his face. Somehow, his eyes look different then Sloane remembers them being three years ago. They look dark now, and cruel. She blinks, hoping that he's just a hallucination and will disappear when she reopens them. But it doesn't work. Trevor's still there, tall and frightening.

"Hey, baby. Long time no see," he says, sending shivers down Sloane's spine.

Notes: Not exactly sure why, but I'm pretty proud of this chapter. Sorry I haven't posted in a couple weeks, but I'm wrapping this story up real soon. I hope you enjoyed this extra long chapter :) Let me know what you think about it. PS, if you don't remember who Trevor is, or for some reason you read this before reading Saving Sloane, he's a boy that was about 20 when Sloane stayed with him for about a year when she was 14/15. When Sloane left his apartment, it didn't end well. They were drinking, and he basically tried to have sex with her. She hit him over the head with a beer bottle so hard he passed out. She ran away and hasn't seen him until . . . now.