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Me: "Hey, Paul. You know that you threw your friend off the cliffs, right?"

Paul: "Yeah."

Me: "Just get ready for this chapter and you'll see what happens when you do that."

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Chapter 17

(Haley's POV)

I screamed as I felt weightlessness overtake me. I knew what that meant; Paul had actually thrown me over. A part of me believed this was all a dream, that one of my best friends had not actually thrown me over a cliff, I was just having a horrible nightmare and would wake up any second. However, the rational part of my brain told me that this was not a nightmare, no matter how hard I wished it was.

I watched as the water came closer and closer, its violent waves crashing against the rocks. I would be under that surf at any moment, stuck in the chill of the unforgiving waters. Nothing moved in slow motion like movies showed it would. If anything, everything was sped up, but I was stuck in a suspended reality as everything else moved forward.

Abruptly, I felt something warm grab onto me, flipping me so I was facing the sky. I held my breath and a few seconds later I hit the water. Surprisingly, the water wasn't nearly as cold as I thought it would have been. I had expected it to be ice cold, but instead it was cool.

I had my eyes closed and was prepared to swim to the surface, when my head broke through the crest. I spluttered water and coughed as I tried to regain any oxygen that I could possibly get. As I coughed, I realized that whatever that warm object was, it was still holding me. Most people would probably think that I would have noticed that it was still holding me, but I was too worried about not dieing.

"Are you okay? Please tell me you're okay," a voice frantically spoke in my ear.

"I'm-" I coughed, "-fine," I answered.

"No, you're not. Let's get you out of this water, it's freezing," the voice said as I was carried from the water. There was a small pathway that led to the top of the cliffs that started a few feet from where we landed. The person brought me to the beginning of the rock landing and laid me down, telling me to be still.

"I don't need to be still. I'm fine. I just need to do one thing. Please, all I ask is for you to let me go MURDER Paul," I said, hoping to infuse as much malice as I could into my words.

"Why?" The person asked, and I realized that the voice belonged to Jacob.

"Do you want to long story or the short one?" I asked.

"Whichever one you want to tell me," he answered, looking down at me with sincere eyes.

"Let's just go with the fact that I am deathly afraid of heights and Paul, who will now be referred to as, 'the idiot,' threw me off the edge of the cliffs. Why do you think I wanted to avoid this place so badly?" I asked, not ready to tell him exactly why I was so afraid of heights.

"I am so sorry. Had I known, I would have made sure Paul didn't guilt you into coming. Paul is going to pay for doing that to you," he said, looking so miserable that it broke my heart. However, there was a fierceness in his eyes that I had never seen before, one that promised retribution. I figured that he was pretty mad at Paul, too. I didn't know why, but I could tell.

"It's not your fault."

"It is! I can never do anything right when it comes to you," he whispered, looking at the dark colored rocks under our feet. I didn't know what he meant by the last part, but I knew that it wasn't his fault.

"How is this your fault? Really, I would love to hear this explanation," I said sarcastically, thinking he wouldn't be able to come up with anything.

"If I hadn't left home, then Sam wouldn't have some to visit you, then you wouldn't have passed out, then Jared and Paul wouldn't have come over, which, in turn, caused you to come here," he said, looking like he actually thought that that chain of reactions was all his fault.

"Oh, come on! You have to be kidding me! It's not your fault. Please, don't blame yourself," I whispered the last words.

"Okay," he sighed and then tilted my head to get me to look at him. He leaned in and I knew he was about to kiss me, but, honestly, as much as I liked him, I barely knew him. I had thought that I had known him before he had changed into the person he was now, but now he was different. I needed to know who he was.

"Jacob," I whispered.

"Yeah," he said.

"I just can't right now. I'm sorry," I said, standing up and leaving him sitting shocked on the rocks.

I made sure not to look down the entire time I was heading to the top of the cliffs. That would have been too much to handle in one day.

Once I was at the top I spotted Paul and I could tell by the look on his face that he knew murder was on my mind. I gritted my teeth as I walked over to him.

"You ass!" I shouted and shoved him. I doubted that on any normal day he would have stumbled backward, but it was obvious that he had not expected this kind of reaction from me. He probably expected a scolding or something like that, but not this time. He had crossed the line.

"What?" He asked. It was unbelievably infuriating that he didn't even know what he had done wrong!

"You threw me off the cliff!" I screeched.

"Yeah, and..." He prompted me.

"Okay, remember a few years ago when we were actually friends?" I asked him, hoping that he could remember something vital. At this time it was vital to his health that he remembered.

"Yeah, " he said, eyebrows scrunching together.

"I told you something, something that would show you exactly why I am so mad. Think VERY hard," I nearly snarled.

He stood there and thought about it for a moment, then realization dawned on his face.

"You're afraid of heights," he groaned, as he remembered.

"Yeah," I spat.

"That's why I was telling you to stop."

"Haley, I'm sorry," he seemed to plead.

"No, sorry's not gonna' cut it this time, Paul. I was able to put up with your practical jokes because they were fun and most of them were really funny. You went way too far, Paul. I'm leaving," I said, as I walked away.

I knew that we had taken a car to the cliffs, but I could find another ride.

I dialed a number on my cell phone and waited until the familiar voice picked up.

"Hey, Alice. Can you give me a ride?"

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