A/N: Another weekend has come. Yay! This week has been sooo long... Aside from that I'd better give you guys the latest chapter, which may be longer than usual since I have so many ideas to cram in. So...since I don't have much to say this time round.

Till next time,

D.L.D


Alejandro's P.O.V

I woke up to Chris' 'wake-up call' with a frown on my face. I don't know why he insists on waking us all up at 5 am. Every. Single. Day. It's beginning to grow most tiresome and often I wonder why the hell I'm still in this dump of a college. It's not like I can't just transfer to a better one. I did get good grades last year.

After going through my usual daily routine, I check my phone to see that Heather had messaged me. I blinked before pinching myself to see if I was still dreaming. Nope. Still there. I sighed as I looked at my phone screen again. That's odd. Heather usually hates contacting me in any way or form, especially after what Jose did recently.

I clenched my fist at the memory. The very thought of my weasel-like brother doing that made me want to punch him to a pulp. I took in a deep breath before gathering my thoughts. I need to reply to Heather, then I can think about finally defeating Jose.

Deciding to take a leap of faith, I unlocked my phone and selected her contact to see what she wanted.

*New Message*-22:30 (pm)

From: Mi amor (Heather)

Mi amor- Since you and Jose think you're so smart, I decided to set up a double date. Meet me this weekend at the new restaurant that's opening up this weekend. If you're too chicken to show up, then don't ever think to contact me again, but if not I'll declare you as the winner of the bet. The choice is yours...

I roll my eyes as I read her message. Of course she leaves an ominous threat. That's so like Heather to do that. But then again she could be setting me up...

I chew my lip as I think about what to do. On one hand I should show, to show Heather that I wasn't scared of her petty threats, but on the other this could all be one huge set up. For all I know, she could be working with Jose...

Sighing, I think as I write a reply. I then throw my phone onto my pillow and grab a change of clothes for the day. Hopefully I'm not sealing my fate.


Ellody's P.O.V

I glanced over at Dawn as we all worked on our latest project. The petite blonde had her long hair tied up in a messy bun, while she sported a casual look with a blue knitted jumper and sweats. Her teal eyes were rimmed with dark circles and her face seemed blotchy. Every so often she'd sniffle or yawn, before going back to work. Her condition was really starting to concern me...

For the past few days, Dawn's been pretty distant and it's beginning to bug me. Even introverts don't act like how she has been recently. This is a whole new level, and that made it even worse. She won't even share anything about it. That's the crazy thing! She won't say anything.

Knowing that Dawn wouldn't answer my questions, I turned to Mary. She was busy looking at the blueprints to make heads or tails out of what we were meant to do. Although she seemed super busy, this issue couldn't wait. I had to ask for her opinion and theory.

Tapping her shoulder, I gain her attention. Hopefully my project partner/most trusted friend would be able to help me figure it out.

"Mary," I spoke in a hushed tone as she turned towards me.

"Yeah?" She replied back, "What's up? As you can see I'm pretty busy examining these blueprints."

"I know. Sorry about that. But it's about Dawn," I say making her look at the emaciated blonde, "I have a feeling something sinister is going on behind the scenes."

"Me too," Mary sighed as she screwed some bolts after checking the blueprints, "But what can we do? She keeps everything under lock and key."

"But no-one can hide everything," I say as I look over the blueprints, "Maybe we can figure it out by finding small clues?"

"Perhaps," She stopped screwing to retie her hair.

"So we can begin an investigation?" I smile slightly, excited.

"I guess so," Mary grinned, "We'll begin it tonight."

With no more words shared, we went back to working on the project. I often stole sneaky glances of the blonde whenever I could, making sure she was still ok. For some reason, I had to know what was wrong. That's why I swear on my favourite certificate that I will find out what's wrong with Dawn. Even if I take the same path as a corrupt scientist!


Amy's P.O.V

I chewed on my pen as I tried to wrap my head around the mystery of Dawn's odd behaviour. So far all the leads and evidence I'd collected had gone to waste. Far too many of the students here either didn't care or were just plain airheads. I growled in frustration as I thought back to talking to Lindsay. That blonde sure did test my patience...

I clenched my fists as I tried to calm my annoyance and frustration. This had been happening a lot recently too. I think it may just be the extra stress though. Especially since I'm still doing those therapy sessions and am worrying about Dawn while also attending classes and doing group therapy. Now that I think about it I really need a vacation. I need to make a note of that for next break...

Just as I refocused my thoughts to Dawn, I felt a figure looming before me. I knew it wasn't sinister as the air around them seemed kind and concerned.

Sighing I turned to see who my company was, only to meet a frowning Katie.

"Katie?" I blinked, bemused, "I thought you had class?"

"It ended half an hour ago," She replied nonchalantly as she sat down, "But I'm not here to talk about me. What's going on Amy?"

"What do you mean what's going on?" I tilt my head as I gulp slightly.

"You know exactly what I mean," Katie furrowed her brow as she studied me, "We're all worried for you! These past few weeks you've been so busy and we know that you like to have busy schedule but this isn't normal Amy. Even you don't work this hard. Izzy said you've been falling asleep in class, I've seen you fall asleep during lunch and you're always jotting things down in that notepad! Even Zoey thinks something's not right!"

I just sat there in utter silence as I looked at Katie. Her expression said it all. She was concerned. Not just for anyone either, but...for me. But I shouldn't be worried about, it's Dawn. She's the one who's super stressed and keeps it all pent inside. Not me. I've gotten more than enough help from the moment I first got hit by that belt by my dad.

I suddenly felt really warm as my mind span. Like, really warm. I blinked as I tried to stop tears of frustration and helplessness from falling. Everyone always cared about me, but never anyone who really needed help. It was always the abusive bully first and if not that, then the vulnerable mentally affected girl. The very thought made me sick. But maybe I could raise awareness about Dawn. That way everyone will know that I'm stressing over helping her and not having a breakdown.

A slight smile finds it way onto my face. It could work! Sweat gathering at my hairline, I take in a deep.

"I'm not distressed," I say slowly, "I'm trying to help Dawn."


Izzy's P.O.V

I hummed a tune as I continued to text during my class. Sure, it isn't good practice, but I don't care right now. I just care about reuniting Team E-scope and convincing Sierra to get back into the gossip game. After all, the gossip game is the most fun I can get around here. Especially since Scar got caught playing evil scientist. Phew! That was a close one. Good thing I didn't get caught along with her!

Peering up from my book, where I'd hidden my phone, I glanced around the class to make it seem as if I were paying attention. So far that lecturer was just droning on about behaviour or some shit like that. Nothing that isn't too important. So once again I went back to texting.

Team E-scope Chatroom:

You, No-No and Buff Bud are online.

Buff Bud: (Eva)- Good thing you're back online.

Noah's been moaning nonstop about his internship.

No-No: (Noah)- Stfu.

You try dealing with two Chrises almost everyday and weekend.

Me: Sounds fun!

Where do I sign up?

No-No: *Face palms*

Buff Bud: *Sighs*

Me: What?

I enjoy working for Chris from time to time.

He usually give me sweet rewards anyway!

No-No: Sure...

Did you make sure to avoid the white sugar today?

Me: You mean cocaine?

Yep.

I may be crazy, but I know to stay away from that stuff.

It made my cousin Maddie go even more nuts.

No-No: Exactly.

Today you're a lot more off your rocker.

Me: Noah, I did not sniff crack.

Never in all eighteen, nearly nineteen of my lives.

Buff Bud: Can we stop talking about crack?

...

I blinked as I looked at the message before giggling slightly. This caused the lecturer to eye me suspiciously, before going back to whatever she was doing. I sighed in relief before peering around me once more and going back to texting.

...

Me: Sure.

I've gotta go now anyway,

that lecturer's giving me a sketchy look.

Buff Bud: Ok.

Bye, Iz.

No-No: Ditto.

I'll see you guys later.

Probably lunch knowing how impatient you both are.

...

I gave myself a secret chuckle to Noah's comment before sliding my phone into my bag and getting on with the task. All signs show Team E-scope once again dominating the gossip game.


Katie's P.O.V

Silence filled the air as I blinked at Amy. Had I just heard what she said? Was this a dream? Was it really true?

My mind raced as I tried to come to a conclusion, while the blonde looked at me searching for an answer. Her statement seemed to be genuine. Especially since I knew she has a close connection with Dawn, almost as close as her bond with Elena.

I smile as I think about seeing Amy last Christmas with the teen. She wasn't kidding when she said it was like a second shot at being a sister. Amy loved that girl to bits, but not in a romantic way, more of a sibling way. That's the way the both of them worked, especially since they'd both been through abuse and knew what it was like. They just clicked.

I must've been really deep in my thoughts, because not too long after I heard Amy speak.

"It's fine if you don't believe me," She sighed as she played with her hair.

"No, I believe you," I smiled softly, "I was just thinking about how you treat Dawn like a sister. Then it made me think about Elena."

"Oh..." Amy blushed slightly, which wasn't unusual. Most of time she was touchy about the whole 'sisterly bond/ relationship' thing. Mainly because of...well you probably know by now.

"I guess it's because Dawn's always been there for me," Amy sighed as she continued to play with her hair, "Even when everyone else gave up on me. Her- and Cam- saw the good in me and inspired me to change. Without them, I wouldn't be here."

"I can imagine," I chuckled a little before an idea came to me, "How about you ask the other S.S.L.A members about Dawn? They know her nearly as well as you do!"

"It could work," Amy smiled slightly, "It's either them or Scarlett. So I prefer them."

From the way she spoke Scarlett's name, I could tell that she didn't want to see the redhead. By the very mention of her, I felt a cold draft brush by me, causing me to shiver. Scarlett certainly had a menacing presence about her...

Before I could say anything more the bell rang and Amy sighed as she collected her things.

"I'd better head to class," She offered a slight smile, "I'll ask the S.S.L.A members about Dawn after."

With no other words she left the cafe. I watched as her figure finally faded from view and I was left alone.

My mind swam as I thought about how hard Amy was pushing herself to find out what was bugging Dawn. It'd be a shame if she did this all for nothing...

Sighing as the bell gave a final ring, I grabbed my shoulder bag and exited the cafe. I can think about this later. After all I have an assignment to finish anyway.


Taylor's P.O.V

Lunch time. Usually I'd be mucking about with Tyler and Lightning during this free time from studies, but today I was doing something different.

I smiled as I walked along the path, my gym bag bumping against my leg. Today was quite nice. The sun was shining, the sky was clear and for the first time in a while Spring was visible. That didn't mean it still wasn't cold, but the weather had definitely improved from recently. That alone was enough to lighten my spirits about my situation. I didn't even know if I was making the right choice this instant.

I froze as I arrived at the address Eva had texted me. It was close to the dorms and was a large square building. I could see large glass windows spanning over one side and a sign with red lettering reading 'College gym'. I blinked as I realised we had a gym on campus this whole time. How did I not know about it? I was there when we had the gran tour of the campus.

Before I could think about it more, I saw Eva standing in the doorway. She was wearing her usual dark purple and navy sports outfit, with her hair tied into a ponytail. A smug grin was on her face as she looked at the gym bag I was carrying.

"You look prepared," She finally spoke, "You ready for a killer practice session?"

I nodded, gulping slightly.

Eva was known to be really extreme with her workouts as well as practices. The very thought of what I was willingly getting myself into made me queasy and nervous. But I couldn't let her know that. I had to keep a calm a collected demeanour.

"You can talk," She chuckled.

Then a voice interrupted us.

"So you actually decided to show," Jo chuckled as she appeared from behind Eva, "I didn't believe Eva, but she was right. Welcome to the club small fry. Steph'll be proud to have a new trainee."

"Small fry?" I raised a brow, "Trainee?"

"It's what we call new members," Eva rolled her eyes before smiling, "Come on in. I'll show you around."

Smiling I follow Eva inside the building, ready to respark the dim hope I had left in my system.


Courtney's P.O.V

I sat on my bed, staring at my phone. I'd already changed into my pajamas and had eaten dinner, so I had quite a lot of free time to think. I'd been doing this for the past hour, just looking at my phone as I thought. Thinking about whether I was right or wrong. If I should take that leap of faith.

A sigh escaped my lips as my eyelids began to feel heavy. That's what I get for staring. I should've known not to, but it's the only way I can gather my thoughts without completely panicking or contradicting myself. I bit my lip. Maybe I should just end this before I end up doing something drastic. I've got class tomorrow anyway, so I'll need to be alert.

My annoyance and logic getting the best of me, I picked up my phone (I use my P.D.A for emergencies) and dialed the number. I placed the device to my ear as I listened to my phone ringing.

Beeeep...My heart raced as I thought about backing out. It wasn't like it was too late, they hadn't answered. Beeeeep...I began to chew the inside of my cheek as my anxiety got worse. This was a bad idea. I should just hang up. Bee- I went silent as the ringing stopped and their voice answered.

"Hey Courtney?" They sounded confused, "What's up?"

"Oh...hey," I finally found my voice, "I was just wondering if you'd like to give me a refresher on being a Latina?"

"You forgot how to be one?!" Their voice screeched, "Courtney! I'd never think you would, your parents even gave you a Quinceanera! You do dia de los muertos and all sorts of traditional cultural events. How could you forget?!"

"I know, Katie," I sighed massaging my temples, "It's just that the past few years I've had to be a model American citizen. Plus I need to get back in touch with it because-"

I stopped myself. I couldn't let her find out why I needed to remember my roots. It's just about good enough that I remember how to speak Spanish! She didn't need to know why. All she had to do was teach me.

"Because?" Katie repeated my words.

"You don't need to know," I brush it aside, "Can you just do a refresher?"

"No problemo," Katie smiled, "It's really easy, or mucho facil as you should know. Unless you've forgotten how to-"

"I can speak Spanish Katie," I frowned, "I may have forgotten some things, but not that."

"Genial!" She responded, speaking more Spanish yet again, "We can start tomorrow."

With no other words we bid each other goodbye, leaving me alone and nearly regretting my decision.


Heather's P.O.V

I entered the hall to see a large line of students around the stage. Some were in costumes, while others weren't. But the thing they all had in common was that they had scripts in hand.

Blaineley sat in the front row, along with Chris, Chef and what I presume to be one of the teachers in the school. But I didn't really care about that. I just cared about scoring one of the best roles so I could get a career to save me from this dump. That way Chris'll never be able to rope me into whatever plans he has for this place. The thought of that alone made me smirk. Never having to deal with Chris... I can see it now.

I join the queue in a slightly better mood. In front of me stood some nerdy girl from some other course and behind me stood some guy from somewhere else. I didn't even know that so many people wanted to audition. If I knew then I would've come earlier. But of course Blaineley found a way to publicize this.

To my surprise auditions didn't take too long. In fact I was at the stage within half an hour.

"Heather Chang!" I heard Blaineley's voice from backstage and walked proudly onto stage. These losers won't stand a chance at getting my role once I'm done.

Once I was in the centre of the stage and ready to perform, Blaineley spoke again, rolling her eyes, "You're Heather Chandler, hun. You don't need to audition. Maybe if you read the sign you'd know."

I froze at her words. I'd already been assigned a role?! This can't be true. I hadn't even auditioned or anything. She had to be tricking me.

Before I could confirm her words, I was pushed offstage by Chef. I could hear the surprised reactions of the other students, but I didn't care. All I cared about was proving what Blaineley said was true.


Topher's P.O.V

I smiled as I looked over the list of things Chris had given me. Yet again my idol had assigned me a 'special' job! He told me that he only trusted me with it since Noah was way too moany. But that didn't distress me, it made me glad. Especially since Chris asked me to help. That way I could follow in his footsteps.

Right now he was preparing for a world tour of the Drama Brothers. Apparently it was to boost publicity and earn himself more cash. Not that I disagree with him. It's just like Chris to think about profit and ratings before his actual clients. That's why I aspire to be him: he always had himself covered before others.

Well, always except for that one time with the toxic waste. But I don't bring that up.

Suddenly the phone rang, making the still silence of the room dissipate. Sighing, I answered it to hear Gladis, the person in charge of the venues, speak.

"Have you got everything sorted?" She asked.

"I should," I answered, "I'll just go ask Chris."

"Great!" I could imagine her grinning, "I'll call back in ten to check.

I sighed as the call ended. As I always say, work is never done for the handsome.