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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Supreme Awesomeness, who wanted to know why Ian kissed Lacey.

Wanda's P.O.V

Ian remembered? My happiness swelled up inside my and was about to burst when I remembered how much he hurt me. That deflated it quickly. I remembered his and Lacey's kiss. You wouldn't kiss someone unless you had feelings for them, right? So that must mean he had or still has feelings for her.

"Ian?" I asked. He glanced up at me, a smile on his face. Suddenly I felt angry. How could he? I swallowed it down though, shouting at him wouldn't end well – it never did.

"Yes Wanda?" He answered.

"Why did you kiss Lacey?" I felt the need to talk everything through. That and I wanted answers.

His face instantly changed to guilt with a hint of anger, whether that anger was directed at me, Lacey or himself was unknown to me.

"It was a mistake," was all he said. Instantly my temper flared, how dare he treat me like I was a gullible child? Perhaps I was over-reacting but seriously, I thought Ian was better than this, but I pushed my anger away for the sole reason that it was an ugly emotion.

"Ian, I didn't ask what it was, I asked why did you did it." I stated making myself absolutely clear so he could not answer the question in any other way then the truth unless he was prepared to lie, but this was Ian, he wouldn't lie right?

"Wanda..." he sighed.

He could be a little less obvious to the fact that he was buying time for himself.

"Ian..." I sighed back. Not a happy sigh though. "Tell me, I want to know." I emphasised the want, and added in the 'bambi' eyes for good measure.

"Why?"

At this point Ian was getting a bit infuriating and I was sure that if he kept this charade up any longer, it would get to the point where my anger would just blow. Which would be excusable since I've been through a lot this year, well few months really. It seemed like years to me though.

Ian seemed to relent. He sighed and breathed in deeply, he looked as if he was racking his brain for the right words to say. Or perhaps he was plucking up the courage to say no – which he'd better not, or I'd have a mental breakdown there and then.

"Before you came here..." That was his opening sentence and I could pretty much guess what he was going to say but I waited patiently for him to continue.

"Lacey was like, my best. She and Jared were my only friends. Everyone expected us to date but I just never felt the attraction but she did. She asked me out and I rejected her. Then she changed, I would say like a caterpillar to a butterfly but it was the other way round; butterfly to a caterpillar. She acted like a bitch, was horrible to everyone, when out of her way to make people miserable and formed her own little gang, the usual. She became distance with Jared and I. She was tame but cold. This year she, well, began to be more like the old Lacey – I guess she forgave me or something." He paused and I knew the big part was coming next.

"Go on." I encouraged.

"That day we... kissed, well she wanted to know if there was any chance for her and me since I couldn't remember you. I was so confused, I didn't know you and the only evidence I had to prove that I used to know you was the protective and jealous feelings I got when you were with Kyle." He admitted.

I was confused, why hadn't he mentioned this before?

"I pushed her away after and told her it wasn't right." He casted his eyes downwards, a sign of guilt and he kept avoiding my gaze.

"But you enjoyed it." I said and it wasn't a question.

He nodded, tears filling his eyes.

"It didn't feel as real or as comforting as yours but it didn't feel as if I was cheating or kissing a frog."

"The cheating part is understandable but I'm not sure I believe you about the frog bit." I muttered dryly.

"So, what now?" he asked.

"I have more questions." I answered – which indeed I did.

"Like what?"

"How did you come to remember me?"