A/N: I can finally continue the mini plots! Yes! It's been months since I've done them (Thanks to New Years). Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this latest chapter and I've tried to close as many loose threads as possible. I'm also working on writing from guys' P.O.V more since I've noticed that I write from girls, since I am one and I find it easier.

But that needs to change if I want to be a good writer! So, I must work on that! I also need to work in some suspensions or expulsions for the students...

Besides from that, I'll try to update as often as I can this week. I have the free time and it'll get the plots closed quicker. Since they seem to drag on and on and I get surprise ones along the way... (I really need to manage time better)

So, till next time,

D.L.D


Dawn's P.O.V

I wince as I slowly flutter my eyelids. The stark white ceiling and bright lights of the room hurt my eyes and caused a pounding sensation in my head. I squinted as I tried to adjust to all the new surroundings.

Speaking of new surroundings, what was I doing here? The last thing I remember doing was falling from the tree and hearing- her. She was back. But she can't be! I had it under control, I'd made sure she was happy, i'd done everything! But why did I hear her voice? If she wasn't there, then how could I feel her...

Before I could sink deeper into my thoughts I felt someone's form wrap around me.

"Dawn!" It was Amy.

I pulled away to see her blue eyes were filled with tears and I could see a smile on her face. For once she was smiling...

"What happened?" I managed to talk, despite my throat feeling like it was filled with kitty litter.

"Well, you were in the tree on the green," Amy spoke, her brows furrowing, "Then when I said hi, you didn't reply. Instead you looked as if you were panicking, then your eyes just snapped open and you fell from the tree. Then I rushed over and you passed out."

"Oh..." My mind worked away as I contemplated what she'd just told me. From Amy's description, I knew exactly what I was suffering from. Something that I didn't think I'd ever encounter again. The same thing that caused me to change...

"Earth to Dawn?" Amy waved her hand in front of my face, "Are you ok?"

"Yep!" I answer quickly, "Nothing wrong here."

Amy pressed her lips into a thin line as she stared at me, brows furrowed. I knew she was trying to see if she could figure out what was wrong, but I can't tell her. It would only burden her. I could fix this myself.

"Sure," She finally responded before sighing, "Well, I've gotta get to classes. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, tomorrow," I give her a small smile, which she returns, before she left the room.

I really wish I could tell Amy what's wrong, but it'll only cause trouble. It's what she wants anyway. And there's no way I'm letting her win...


Cameron's P.O.V

"That's the final thing left!" I smiled as B instructed Beardo, "I'm sure everyone from college will enjoy this!"

B nodded as he joined me.

It should be a smashing success. I smiled as I read what he wrote.

"Yep," I nodded, "All we have to do is wait for the guests."

...

Everyone staring arriving around an hour later. Within moments the room was filled with chatter, music and all sorts of noises. Snacks were eaten, songs danced to and games played. Like B and I had predicted the party was, and I quote, 'a smashing success'.

"Hey Cam," Amy came up to me, "They're gonna start a round of truth or dare. You coming?"

"Sure," I say, "One round can't hurt."

I was so wrong. And I definitely underestimated how much damage other young adults could do. By the end of the first round, I was dizzy and nauseous.

"Up for another round, Cameron?" Geoff raised a brow.

"No, I think I'll sit out for a bit," I got up only to stagger and fall.

"Dude, you're totally wasted!" Owen chuckled, "Have you never drank before?"

"No..." I answer slowly.

"No wonder you're such a lightweight," Duncan shook his head.

"You guys stop teasing him," Gwen gave them all a playful slap, "You were all lightweights not too long ago. Plus when you all got wasted you're worse than Cam. last time you all-"

"Ok we get it," All three chuckled.

"Good," The goth smiled, "Now who's up for more games!"

A bunch of people then answered her question, suggesting games and twists they could apply. I just stood there, dumbfounded as the music fell upon my deaf ears.

The world was spinning slightly and I felt a light pounding sensation in my skull. My stomach hissed and bubbled and I began to feel queasy. Then I threw up.

Maybe drinking liquor wasn't a good idea...


Alejandro's P.O.V

"And as you can see here..." My mind wandered as Jose went on and on about the lesson.

My thoughts weren't really with the lesson, they were more with blocking out morbid ones. What Jose had done yesterday had really pissed me off, and I know he knows that. That's what made it worse. He knew...

I sighed as I tried to focus on taking notes, instead of killing Jose. Sometimes my brother really knew how to rile me up until I snapped. It was like some sick obsession for him. Always ruining the few things that keep me content in life...And of course he found a way to do it through Heather. Of all people it had to be her.

Avoiding eye contact with my brother, I began to write my plan for his 'challenge'. If he really thought he was going to win then he had another thing coming.

"Alejandro," He gave me 'the smile', "Could you please tell us about the importance of evidence?"

Oh, he was good. Trying to catch me off guard so he can make me look bad. Good thing I'd already learned about this from father.

"Of course, Jose," I smile back, "Without evidence, it's hard for a jury to determine if the defendant is truly guilty. So by having evidence, you more or less win the case."

"Oh...well, that's correct," He blushed slightly as he was shocked by response.

"What's wrong, Jose?" I say innocently, "Has Al outgrown you?"

I heard a slap sound from beside me. It was probably Courtney. She hated the fact that Jose and I always went back and forth in lessons, but I couldn't care less right now.

"Of course not," He replied firmly, "I was just so...Como se dice orgulloso en ingles?"

"Do you mean 'How do you say proud'?" I smirked, as he glared at me.

"Yes...I'm prod- I mean Prood- I mean prou- Damn it!" He looked as if he were struggling.

"So you can't say it?" I raised a brow.

By now everyone else in the room had either gotten ready to leave, or had their phones out.

"No I can I'm orgulloso of you, Al," He gave me a smile.

"Sure..." I say, narrowing my gaze, "May the best man win bragging rights."

"Indeed Al, indeed," He smirked back.


Taylor's P.O.V

I smiled as I took a water break from my training session. It's been a few months since I'd started going to the gym and I'm starting to see a major improvement. Heck, even Chef said that I was not too shabby. The thought alone made me happy.

However, I know that I wouldn't be where I am if Lightning and Tyler weren't at the gym too. Sometimes they were the only reason why I got out of bed to go here. They made me enjoy exercising and I want to thank them for it. Especially Lightning. He gave me hope that even a terrible sportswoman like me, could someday be a great as him or his Pops. And his Pops is a legend in Football.

Putting my water-bottle back in my bag, I got my boxing gloves and headed back to where I was training. I was about five minutes in when two familiar voices greeted me.

"Hey, Tay," Lighting smiled.

"Hey Lighting, Tyler," I wasn't even bothered when Lighting called me that annoying nickname anymore. In fact, it just became normal after a few weeks.

"Ty and I were just talking about how you're ready to prove everyone wrong," Lightning continued as he put on his hand wraps.

"Yep," Tyler agreed as he finished putting his on, "You may even be able to enter professional boxing."

"You really think?" I say as I stop the punching bag.

"Know so," Both replied.

I couldn't help but smile at their words. Someone actually believed I could do something for once. Not that my parents didn't, but they weren't entirely honest either...

"Hey, isn't there a boxing competition next week?" Tyler looked at us both, breaking my thoughts.

"There is?" I raised a brow.

"Yep," Lightning nodded as he rummaged in his bag, "Here's the flyer. Good memory, Ty."

I took the flyer and looked over it. It was a boxing competition and it was next week. There was even a prize for the winner as well.

"You should definitely enter," Tyler smiled, "It would be a great start to your career."

"I know," I bite my lip, "But should I? I'm not even that great..."

"Listen, Tay," Lightning looked me right in the eyes as he placed his hands on my shoulders, "If anyone can win that competition, it's you. You've improved a whole bunch."

The way he said that made me feel weird. I think my cheeks even flushed red! But doesn't that mean...No! That can't be! I'm not in high school anymore, all because I blush doesn't mean- but if Tyler had done that I wouldn't have- ah! I'm so confused right now...Maybe I'm just really excited. Yeah. Excited. That's what I am.

"Plus even if you lose at least you participated," Tyler added breaking my thoughts.

"No-one cares about that crap, Ty," Lightning chuckled, "What Tay needs to focus on is winning."

"No participation," Tyler retorted.

"Winning~" Lightning replied.

"Participation!" Tyler's brow furrowed.

I chuckled as the two went back and forth. It was good to know that I had two friends that actually supported me. Even if it felt weird. Is this what it feels like to be content? I guess it is.

I smile at my thoughts. Content. Yep, that's definitely what I am.


Heather's P.O.V

"Well, today was a wonderful session," Blaineley smiled at us all.

Ugh, she's so annoying. With her blonde extensions and fake teeth. Not that I don't wear extensions, but still she uses them in the wrong way. She uses them for fake beauty.

"Drop the act, Mildred," Anne-Maria sneered, "We all know you're the bitchiest person in town."

"Fine," Blaineley sniffed, "Since tan-in-a-can wants to be that way, I'll just say it straight. Auditions are open for the Heathers production the college is doing."

"So?" Beth raised a brow.

"So, ugly duckling," Blaineley smiled, "You'll be able to score some roles. Of course the Heathers, JD, and some other roles are already selected but I have the perfect opening for you."

"Really?" Beth asked, her eyes hopeful.

"Yes, Martha Dunnstock," Blaineley smirked, "Of course Staci and Tammy have the same odds for getting the role so..."

In an instant all three girls glared at each other, growling as they began to think of their plans.

"Talk about a major manipulator," Anne-Maria whispered to me.

"I know," I say back, "Someone really needs to put her in her place."

"What was that, hun?" Blaineley looked at me, "You'll have to speak up."

"It's nothing for you to worry about," I say smugly.

She just huffed before rolling her eyes and walking off. If she thinks I'm telling her shit cause she's being real, then she'd better think again. I'll never trust Blaineley O'Halleron.


Topher's P.O.V

I smiled as I knocked on Chris' office door. He had told me to get him a coffee, with cream and two sugars, which I did. He also told me to get him a muffin, which I also did, while he continued to tell Noah what he had planned.

Courtney and Gwen had laughed when they saw me in my uniform. Apparently being Chris' intern is a punishment before suspension, but I don't see it that way. I see it as mentor-ship. After all Noah only works for Chris for the extra bucks. Apparently he's thinking of popping the question to Emma. Ooh, new gossip to tell Sierra!

After what seemed like forever, Chris opened the door only to frown when he saw me.

"What took you so long?!" He snatched his coffee and took a sip. It was fine for a second before he spat it out, getting coffee and saliva all over me.

"Ugh! It's lukewarm!" He glared at me, "I thought I told you I like my coffee really hot! Like moi."

"I'm so sorry Chris!" I say as I picked up the coffee he'd chucked and disposed of it, "I'll redo the whole thing."

"You'd better!" He frowned, "And where's my muffin?"

"Here!" I tossed the paper bag to him before getting out my phone.

Guess I have to go to the local cafe. Again.

But then again, I'd do anything for Chris. After all he deserves nothing but the best; until I replace him that is...