It was well past midnight, and I was still wide awake in my dorm, sitting at my desk, working on the laptop I'd stolen from Victoria's dorm room. Since she would be spending the night in the infirmary due to her injury, which I'd happily given her with no regrets, it was easy for me to sneak in a grab her laptop. I'd intended on taking down the site with Kate's video, along with deleting any of Victoria's social media accounts that she posted the video on, but I decided against. Instead, using my computer expertise, I thought up a rather devious and sneaky way of punishing the bitch, along with anyone else who tries to watch the video.

I smirked and leaned back in my desk chair when I was done, taking a puff of my vape. I was proud of my work, though my mind was still on the eclipse earlier, as well as Kate herself. I was worried about her. With how I'd convinced her to step down, I feared her deciding that, since I wasn't around to emotionally blackmail her anymore, she could try again. It's not overly likely, given how distraught she was as she came down, and happy she was when I held her, but I was still afraid. People are awful. If you can make someone as sweet and innocent as Kate cry and take those kinds of measures to escape, then you're just sick and evil, like Victoria.

As I was stuck in my dark and sadistic thoughts, I suddenly heard my phone ring. It was my mother, Klare Azrail. Since London is eight hours ahead of Oregon, I'd say it's around mid morning right now for her, Jennifer, and Genevieve.

"Hello?" I greeted as I picked the device up.

"Damon, it's Mummy, are you alright?" She asked me hurriedly and worriedly.

"Quite, is there an issue?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. Not that she could see.

"Is there an issue, is there an issue?!" She repeated, distraught. "Pet, I just read an email saying that you were suspended for withholding information from the Principal and assaulting one of your classmates, and that you saved another classmate from jumping off a building!" She exclaimed. "Of course there's an issue!"

"Mum, my friend is fine, and I'm being punished for offences." I told her calmingly. "I'm fine." I promised her.

"Thank God." She let out a sigh. "Is your friend going to be alright?" She asked. "Long term, I mean."

"I can only hope so." I told her, frowning. "She was in a pretty bad place. Last weekend, at a party, she was dosed and ended up snogging about seven different guys." I heard her gasp. "Someone filmed the whole thing and posted it all over the net." I growled. "The girl I punched was that 'someone.' I was angry."

"Damon, that's awful. No one deserves that, but you shouldn't have raised your hand to that girl." Mum said scoldingly. "I taught you better than that."

"Yes, you did. But, as a Psychologist, you should know that one's emotions can dictate their actions if they're strong enough." I returned. "And believe me, I was angry enough to shoot someone."

"I really shouldn't have allowed Dad to buy you that gun." She sighed in exasperation. Yeah, she doesn't know I have live ammo available…

"How are Jen and Gen?" I asked, changing the subject. I couldn't help smirking at the alliteration.

"Well, Jenny is probably telling everyone in her school that her big brother is a hero. She misses you." I was told. I couldn't help but smile. I'm not being an egocentric ass when I say this, but Jen idolises me. I can so see her telling everyone at school that I'm a hero. I do wonder if I deserve it though, given my methods. "As for Genevieve, she just put away a serial rapist." My nose crinkled in disgust. "The bastard tried to use the girl's underwear, which he stole when he was 'done' if you know what I mean, as evidence to show she was asking for it." She spat.

Something about my Mum; she hates rapists. Mainly because she was born of rape before my deceased grandmother married Grandad.

"At least he's where he got some punishment." I said darkly.

I wouldn't have put him away, if I'm being honest. I would have called for the Death Penalty, but we don't do that in the UK. Haven't for almost 50 years. See, I'm of the opinion that some people out there just need to die. Forget about them getting off too easy, forget about the immorality of deciding whether someone lives or dies, forget about all that shit. A rapist like my biological grandfather should be put down like a rabid animal, not sitting a prison, getting three square meals a day and a roof over his head like he is now.

"Damon, we talked about this." Mum told me warningly.

"Yes, yes, I know." I sighed. "Tell Genevieve I'm glad for her." I said.

"Will do." I could hear Mum's smile. "Joyce called; she says you and Chloe are reconnecting." She suddenly said.

"Yes, actually." I said, cheering up a little at the change in topic. "You'll never believe it; we actually met up when she hit me with her-" I stopped as my phone bleeped again. "One moment Mum, I have another call." I said.

"Alright then." Mum said as I switched callers.

"Hello?" I greeted.

"Damon Doom!" Chloe said cheerfully.

"Speak of the Devil, and she shall appear." I said with a chuckle. "What can I do for you?" I asked.

"I got something for ya." She said with a grin in her voice. "I'm in front of the campus, meet me here." She told me.

"Chloe, I'm in the middle of a conversation with my Mother, can it wait 20 minutes?" I asked of her tiredly.

"Sure, sure, just get dat ass in gear SOON." She told me.

"Yes, yes." I sighed as she hung up, allowing me to switch back to Mum. "That was Chloe just now. She wanted to check up on me and ask me to meet her later." Not a total lie.

"That's nice. I heard about her new bad girl persona; please don't make Joyce go what I went through." Mum said with a slight whine.

"Mum!" I exclaimed indignantly.

"I had to see my precious baby boy doing the deed with a skank five years older than him! Don't make Joyce go through the same thing!" She cried.

"Hanging up!" I cried out. As I did so though, I swear I could hear Mum laughing at the end of the line. She's one of those Mums, seriously. I sighed as I slumped into my chair. Suppose I should go see Chloe now. As I got up, I heard a small whine. I turned my attention to the rabbit cage in my room, the one containing Alice, the little white bunny with black ears that Kate usually has in her room. I took it upon myself to bring Alice's cage to my room, where I could take care of her whilst Kate was in hospital. "Hungry bunny?" I asked, passing the cute thing some food. She immediately started munching on it. "There you go." I grinned widely at the sight. I love cute things like this. "Now, best get going before Chloe blows up my phone." I said to myself as I stood up.

I had to sneak past a tipsy Principal Wells as I snuck out of the dorm, the drunk. He was mumbling about some crap under his breath, I honestly didn't care to listen. As he mumbled to himself, I hit the rewind button, making him go back to a position where he couldn't see me, and quickly shot past him. He did catch me, but all I had to do was rewind again, and I could continue on. I soon arrived at the campus entrance, by the 'Welcome to Blackwell' sign.

"Booyah!" A voice suddenly cried out, scaring the sht out of me as the owner of said voice jumped out of nowhere.

"Chloe!" I snapped as the head of blue hair, covered by a black beanie, made itself clear. My oldest friend was laughing before me.

"Get it?" She asked with a grin. "Boo-yah? Like a scary, punk-ass ghost?" She snickered.

"Try punk-asshole." I growled in response, shocking her with my hostility. "Someone I care about just tried to jump off a building Chloe. The last thing I need is a stupid prank or joke to wind me further, alright?" I hissed.

"Damon, I-" She started, but I cut her off.

"Several times now you've bitched and whine about me not being here for you, but if this is how you're here for me, we're going to have issues!" I spat, my breathing heavy as I finished.

"Oh, God Damon, I'm sorry." Chloe said, looking down. Her expression made me feel like I'd just killed a puppy.

"No, I…" I trailed off with a sigh. "I think I just held my emotions in for a little too long. You didn't deserve that, I'm sorry." I shook my head.

"No worries, but you absolutely, balls-to-the-walls, saved your friend, D!" She smiled at me, a little strained.

"I emotionally blackmailed her by aiming my gun at my own head." I told her, shocking her. "I couldn't even use the Rewind. My head felt like it was in a vice, and I had no idea what to say, so I took drastic measures." I sighed.

"Well, it obviously worked. And your badass power is gonna save us all!" She said, trying to cheer me up. "We just need to connect all the players."

"And find out who dragged Kate so deep into the dark." I agreed with a frown. I truly believe Nathan was the one who dosed Kate, but something tells me there's more to it. Someone else is involved. "I want to prevent anyone else from suffering as she has."

"And save the town from the giant tornado of death, right?" Chloe asked wryly.

"I can only hope." I sighed. "Snow and eclipse are not good signs." I said with a frown.

"Nothing in Arcadia Bay is a good sign." Chloe said with a roll of her eyes. "Notice how it seems to be the ground zero?" She asked.

"I know, I just feel… reluctant, about one or two of my decisions." I confessed. "I got both Nathan, and my own dumbass suspended." I sighed.

"Don't torture yourself, ok Bro?" She said soothingly. "Let's just focus on finding clues." She suggested.

"Good idea." I nodded. "We can start with the company both Kate and rachel seemed to keep, which oh so coincidentally happen to align quite a bit." I said with a frown.

"You mean like step-prick and Nathan?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nail on the head." I said as we started walking towards the school building. "Seems that Rachel is guiding us to the truth, despite the fact that I never met her." I noted.

"Fuck the truth, I just want to find my friend." Chloe said darkly. I couldn't help but think that Chloe and Rachel were a little more that friends… "It scares me to think about where she might be… Do you think she's…?" She let the question hang for a moment.

"Dead?" I asked, making Chloe flinch. "Hate to say that the thought did cross my mind." I told her honestly.

"Not as much as I hate thinking it." She sighed sadly. "We have to find her Damon…" She whispered as we stopped for a moment.

"And we will." I assured her. "But we need those clues first." I told her, to which she nodded in response. "Now, what was it you wanted to show me?" I asked. She suddenly perked up and smiled deviously.

"Drum roll please…" She said, holding up a set of keys. "I present to you, the spare keys to Blackwell! Courtesy of step-prick." She smiled brightly.

"Chloe, you are a star." I grinned widely.

"Thank you, thank you, hold your applause, thank you." She responded, bowing like a celebrity. I laughed as we continued on.

"Chloe and Damon, partners in crime." I said happily.

"And partners in time." She added, grinning.

"Groaner alert." I said dryly. We laughed together again, but stopped as we heard a voice, an all too familiar one.

"Thank you again, SO much, for helping me put together a portfolio." Victoria said as she and Mr Jefferson. She didn't look as bad as I'd hoped she would. She had a nose splint on her nose, as I had broken it, and her eye was quite swollen, but she didn't seem to be in pain. At least, not a whole awful lot.

Damn.

"It's not an issue Victoria. Is your eye alright?" Jefferson asked politely as Chloe and I rushed to hide behind the bushes.

"It hurts, but I'll be OK." Victoria gave a strained smile, one so overly fake, anyone would cringe. "I still can't believe Damon freaked out on me like that." She added.

"Damon cares about Kate a great deal, and he seems to be under the impression that you were the one who posted the viral video of her." Jefferson told her. "I'm just glad that all this had a… moderately, happy ending." He said.

"I don't know what I would have done if Katie would have jumped…" Victoria said in sadness. Oh, that bitch.

"Katie?" Jefferson raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know you two were that close." He said.

"Well… how does this affect the contest?" Victoria asked. Going along with the oh so subtle change of topic, Jefferson answered.

"It doesn't." He told her, making her perk up. "The contest is still on, and I've received entries from everyone. Except Damon." He frowned. "He had a photo that I think could be a real winner." he told her absentmindedly.

"Come on, you know whatever dark, twisted, doom and gloom pic he gives doesn't compare to my work." Victoria told him, her cocky attitude clearly having survived the encounter with my fist. "Wouldn't it be amazing to hang out in San Francisco, Mark?" She asked, her voice taking on a husky, suggestive tone.

"Let's stick with Mr Jefferson." To his credit, Jefferson barely reacted. "Also, I've yet to pick a winner." He told her, turning to leave. Victoria, however, stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"You already love my work, so it's not like you're playing favorites." She told him. "Besides, if you picked my photo, just imagine what we could do together in San Francisco." She said suggestively. "That would be, fun, don't you think?"

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." Jefferson said sternly.

"You may as well choose me." Victoria's face twisted into an evil smirk. "Else I might have to tell everyone you offered me first place in exchange for certain… favours." She let that hang for a moment.

"As a favor to your future, I'll ignore that undisguised threat." Jefferson said, clearly not happy, as he pulled away from Victoria

"Wait!" Victoria called out after him, but he kept going. "I just…" She breathed out, seeming really sad all of a sudden. I don't buy it. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She asked bitterly, storming off.

"Just when I think she can't fall any lower, she surprises me." I spat in disdain, glaring at Victoria's form as she headed into the dorm. She's gonna freak when she finds out her laptop is gone. She might suspect me, but my door is locked, as per usual. "Bitch-whore-ia better not give me a reason to damage the other half of her face." I growled.

"Let's go." Chloe said, also sending a distasteful look in Victoria's direction as we entered the building.

We got in easy enough. Chloe the Keymaster got us into the building and into the reception room. I will admit to be slightly worried about getting into trouble for breaking and entering. Chloe tried to assuage my worries with a joke about how we're not 'breaking' since we have keys, and we can't be arrested for just entering. It was funny, I'll admit, but I was still a little worried. It also seemed as if karma was not on our side, as David didn't have a key for the Principal's office door.

"Son of a bitch." I said with a sigh.

"No shit! The head of security should have a key for all doors." Chloe frowned, glaring at the door.

"Seems Wells has something to hide." I thought out loud. I wonder if its a yellow suit or a tachyon device? Hehehe…

Actually, a device that manipulates Tachyons would be super helpful to me right now. Might help me figure out the extent of my rewind.

"How are we going to find out what though?" Chloe asked. I gave her a smirk as an idea struck me; one I've wanted to try for a good long while now. And with my rewind, I can actually get away with it.

"Follow me." I said mysteriously, walking back into the hallway.

"Ok then, I'm about to get murdered." Chloe quipped blankly. I gave her a dark chuckle, just to humor her.

"Ok, why are we in the science lab?" Chloe asked me as I looked through the cupboards.

"See if you can find me a hot glue gun and electric tape." I told her.

"Why?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Trust me." I grinned widely. "It's gonna be awesome." Looking at me weirdly, Chloe did as I asked, looking through the cupboards with me. Whilst she found I had asked of her, I found the rest of what I would need for my little project; some paper towel, some paper, and a bit of fuse. As we were finished, we placed all of it on one of the tables. "Now bask, Chloe Price, in the awesomeness that is Damon Azrail." I told her, getting to work.

First thing I did was roll up a rectangular sheet of paper until it was in the shape of s tube, about the length of my middle finger, and around the same diameter. Next, I scrunched up a small ball of paper towel, stuffed it into one side of the paper tube, and, using the hot glue gun, which Chloe had generously prepped for me, I sealed the tube on the side that had the paper towel stuffed in it. Next, I grinned at CHloe, and pulled out my gun, letting the magazine fall out. She didn't ask what I was doing, but I could see she was intrigued when I removed the bullets of five rounds from the casing, showing off the gunpowder in the shells.

"Holy hell…" Chloe gasped as I poured the gunpowder into the paper tube, after the hot glue was dry that is. "You're making a firecracker." She grinned at me. I grinned back as I used the bullets to fill up the tube.

"Nail on the head." I said with a smirk as I slipped some of the fuse into the gunpowder, before sealing up the other end with more paper towel and hot glue. Then, using the electrical tape, I taped the hell out of the makeshift firecracker, so as to build up the pressure and bring out a really good explosion. "Tada." I said cheerfully, holding up the product of my genius. "Just call me, Damon Azstein." I said with a bow.

"Dude, this is going to be awesome." Chloe said eagerly.

"Just you wait, it gets better." I smirked, holding out my hand. "Time for another experiment with the Rewind." I informed as she took my hand. Before she could respond, I rewound.

I was right!

Chloe's eyes widened as she looked around us, time warping as we watched spectral images of ourselves do what we just did in reverse. It took a bit out of me, but I was able to rewind to the point right before where we entered the science room, and that's where I stopped. CHloe let out a loud groan and fell into me. I made sure she didn't fall to the ground. The look on her face, couple with the groans she released, made her look drunk.

"Ugh, is that what's always like?" She slurred, turning a little green.

"Every time." I chuckled, panting. Yeah, that really took a lot out of me. Surprisingly, though, Chloe recovered quite quickly. "And now there's no evidence suggesting we were ever here." I told her, very happy with myself for the clever thought.

"Whoa." She shook her head, massaging her temples. "That was trippy." She said, a chill visibly going down her spine. "OK, I totally believed you the whole time, I swear, but to actually experience it and really confirm it is… something else." She said with a wide grin.

"Makes sense." I gave a wry chuckle as we headed back to the Principal's office.

"This is gonna be so awesome." Chloe said with a eager grin as we taped the firecracker to the office door. "Bomb voyage." She said, pulling out a lighter.

"Fire in the hole." I grinned. As she set the fuse alight, we both hightailed it away from the door, not wanting to get caught in the explosion, small as it might be. We both flinched slightly as the cracker went off, but it did it's job; it blew up the lock on the door, leaving it wide open.

"Holy shit, that was so fucking cool!" Chloe said giddily. I had to agree. It was quite awesome seeing the cracker explode like that. Not to mention, it was rather satisfying to destroy Wells' office door like that.

*Wooooooooooooot! Wooooooooooooooooot!"

Chloe and I jumped as the fire alarm ripped through the air, blaring from every direction. "Fuck! We're dead! Arcadia Bays Police and Fire Departments are going to be here in minutes!" I exclaimed.

"What do we do?!" Chloe asked frantically. Looking around, I quickly made a decision and bolted right into the office, Chloe following me. As soon as we were both in the office, I quickly grabbed ahold of her shoulder and rewound. Again, we both watched as time warped around us. We could even see the smoke rush towards the door handle and transition into the explosion. Then the explosion got smaller, and smaller, until the door started closing, leaving behind the intact firecracker on the door. We both released a sigh as I ceased the rewind.

"That was close." I said with a sigh.

"And fucking awesome!" Chloe said, still giddy. She seemed a little dazed and dizzy. "Much easier the second time around." She said, shaking her head. Having regained her composure, we looked around the room. "I can see why Wells locks this place up; fancy faux art crap." She said, cringing. "He wants everyone to know he has money, but no taste." She turned the lamp on his desk on. "How can you trust someone who has a fucking bronze bird on his desk?" She asked, uncomfortable for some reason.

"Yes, if only he had a Da Vinci or Van Gogh classic, you'd trust him more." I responded sarcastically.

"Eat me." She shot back.

"Beg for it Baby." I purred in response, making her grin.

"I'm going to pilfer the papers on this ugly ass desk." She said, sitting down on the desk chair. She let out a happy, pleasured sigh. "Ok, it's fugly AF, but damn is it cozy." She hummed happily.

"You do what you're going to do, and I'll do what I'm gonna do." i said, heading over to the shelf, where all the student files where kept. "Let's take a look-see." I said, running my hand over the spines of the files. "P… P… Prescott. Presto!" I said with a wide smile, pulling out Nathan's file. What I saw shocked me. His file was completely clean. No offences, no records of discipline, a perfect attendance record… Ok, maybe I shouldn't be too surprised. Wells probably made a mint changing this file at the behest of Sean Prescott. "Nathan had a squeaky clean file, I don't know why I'm surprised." I said dully, slipping the file back before opening a new one. "Hello Kate." I said with narrowed eyes.

Kate's file described her perfectly; shy, sweet, and in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wrote of how she represented the very best of Blackwell's students, and I have to agree, with her Religious Studies group, and her activities in the Meals on Wheels group, her brilliant attendance record, and her excellent work ethic. There was also a note from the nurse to Wells mentioning that Kate has been closed off and quiet. Now we know why. Sighing sadly, I put the file away and looked for another that might be of use. Warren's file I didn't bother looking at, he's not involved in this. Victoria's was probably so spotless I'd puke.

And then there was mine. Of course, I had to.

My file showed my GPA to be 3.9, same as Victoria and Kate. It said that I was considered by most of the teachers to be the 'quiet and intelligent' type, which wasn't wrong. My prowess with Mathematics, Information Technology, and Photography were all praised, but some teachers, and most students, don't seem to like the fact that I brood when alone, or have a dark or gloomy atmosphere when I'm not talking. Some teachers want me to be a little more assertive in class, whereas others want me to be less so, which I found funny. Then there was a bit on my attitude when challenged in any way, which made me laugh. Finally, there was a new note saying how much of a hero I was when saving Kate, and there was a picture of me walking out of the dorm, holding Kate like a princess. I can smell the rumors from here.

Shaking my head, I put the file back and moved on to a safe on the ground. If I recall correctly, this is where Wells puts all the files of students that no longer attended Blackwell.

"Hello there…" I whispered, my eyes narrow as I pulled out Chloe's file. I smirked evilly as I read through it. Oh, this would make great blackmail material. It had info on how she would disrupt classes, fight with the teachers, graffiti the school, and cause trouble everywhere. I felt of guilt course through me as I realised yet again that this would be different if I hadn't abandoned her, but I quickly swallowed it. I maintain that Chloe and I share equal blame in our lack of communication. The file also mentioned that she was remarkably intelligent, but threw away all of her potential. It made me sad. As much as I love the punk Chloe, I do miss the sweet, snarky, and artistic girl I knew in my childhood. The Chloe of today is so different, but so the same.

Shaking my head, I put the file back and pulled out another, this time the one I was looking for.

"Bam." I said with a triumphant grin. Rachel Amber's file, right in my hand. Honestly, I had to call bull on this file. I mean, from what Chloe tells me, this girl could have definitely been going places, but this is a bit too much. She was ridiculously popular with both students and faculty, excelled at everything, be it classes or extracurriculars, and she was apparently the 'quintessential student representation of Blackwell Academy.' She also had career goals in international law and fashion modelling. Yeah, bullshit. Nobody's that perfect. She probably has some deep issues buried behind this mask of perfection.

…

Or maybe I'm just resentful because she might have been closer to Chloe than I ever was…

"Well that's a depressing thought." I said with a sigh, putting the file in my bag. I also grabbed Kate's file, as well as Nathan's. They'll come in handy later in our little investigation. "I got the files, how are things on your end?" I asked, walking up to Chloe, who still sat on the cozy, ugly office chair, a dark look on her face.

"Nathan accused Rachel of bringing drugs onto campus." She spat angrily. "And step-douche went along with it because he thought Rachel was a bad influence on me." She growled.

"Wankers." I shook me head, leaning forward next to her. "Nathan and Madsen working together cannot be a good thing." I frowned as I skimmed through the contents on the screen.

"Nathan Prescott the Third." Chloe read snidely. "He's so money!" She said sarcastically. "And you know the Prescotts dropped a major bank to bury Nathan's real file." She pulled up Nathan's file, the real one.

"I see this." I said, perussing it. "Seriously, it looks more like a rap sheet. Bad grades, teacher complaints, secret probation." I shook my head. "And yet you were the one expelled."

"Equality for all!" Chloe cheered sarcastically.

"Indeed." I said as something caught my eye. "What's that?" I asked, pointing at a note file. Chloe opened it. It showed a weird, freaky drawing full of swirls and squiggles. Honestly, I'm not sure how to describe it.

"Just some freaky drawing." CHloe said impatiently.

"No, look closer." I told her, catching something. "Rachel in the dark room, Rachel in the dark room…" I read. "That's all it says, over and over." I frowned. Dark room? Does that refer to a film photography room where one develops film in dark red light?

"That is fucked up." Chloe breathed out, honest to God scared. "What does this even mean?" She asked, her hands massaging her temples.

"Not sure, but I think we can safely assume Nathan has something to do with Rachel's disappearance." I frowned, scrolling through some other files. "David M always asks what's going on in my head. David M always helps me follow those her follows?" I read, confused. "Cryptic much?" I asked.

"No, it sounds like they've formed some kind of weird team." Chloe frowned.

"Step-douche and his loyal sidekick, Douche-canoe." I said dryly, making her smirk. "That aside, David stalking Kate, suspicious of me, and he was all over Rachel." I said.

"We are so going through his garage files." Chloe decided. "Plus, I'm getting a little paranoid in here." She added. I had to smile at that.

"As am I." I agreed. "Let's bolt." I suggested.

"Not without a gift," Chloe responded, smirking as she perused the desk with her eyes.

"Leave the chair alone." I said with a sigh.

"Whoa…" She gasped. Not sure if it was serious though. "Can you read my mind? Or did you rewind after I tried to steal the chair? Fuck, I'm confused." She groaned.

"It's called being best friends." I told her, amused. "We've known eachother since daycare. I know how that pretty little head of yours works." I told her, crossing my arms.

"If you say so." She said with a smile, one that seemed a little more happy than I've seen from her these past few days, as she nosily opened one of the drawers. "Hullo, what have we here?" SHe asked, suddenly very interested in a brown envelope. It was rather thick due to its contents; a large wad of cash. "Holy shit, jackpot! Cha-ching!" She was suddenly very excited.

"Holy Hell, that has to be about five or six grand." I said surprised. "Quite a bit for a handicapped fund." I said with a frown, reading the envelope label. Something's not right here...

"Dude, I could pay back Frank tonight!" Chloe said excitedly. "This will calm him down after our gun fiasco yesterday!" Her smile suddenly fell as she saw my conflicted face. "Dude, are you gonna make a big deal of this?" She asked, suddenly exasperated.

"Chloe." I looked at her.

"Or are you going to rewind and take the green for yourself?" She asked with a huff. "Rather that than lecturing me." She grumbled, falling into the chair with her arms crossed. I was silent for a moment.

"I can't help but notice that there aren't any handicapped students here at Blackwell." As I spoke, Chloe's head shot back up. "And I suppose Frank will be more willing to talk if he's paid." I added. Chloe's face suddenly split in a wide, beautiful smile as she jumped up and hugged me tightly.

"With the leftover dough, we can head over to Portland for the day." She told me with a wide grin, one I could only return. "We'll stock up on tats, whiskey, weed, and donuts." She said eagerly.

"Edibles!" I told her.

"And Strip Clubs!" She returned eagerly. "Kidding." She added quickly. "But, you never know." She said, wagging her eyebrows suggestively.

"Chloe!" I gasped dramatically, placing a hand on my chest. "You haven't even taken me to dinner yet, and you're already thinking of threesomes!? You're a fiend!" She laughed at me. "Fiend I say!" I declared in a dramatically deep voice. She laughed as we left the room. As much as I feel like shit for taking that money, it's worth it if I can see Chloe smile like that.

Also, I maintain that there are no handicapped students here at Blackwell. Why would Wells need a Handicapped Fund?

Ok, I'm gonna stop here. I was going to add more, but I decided against, since I wanted to get a new chapter up before Saturday. Why do I want that? Well…

I'm moving!

And not just to a different house, no. Thing about me is, I'm inherently British, but I was born and raised in Cape Town South Africa. Now, I'm getting out of this shithole of a country, and moving to Canberra Australia! My flight is in two nights. I wanted to get one more chapter out before I leave, and here it is.

Also, I'll have to put my writing on hold for a little while, since moving and all that crap is a whole lot of hard work and change. I'll only be in Aus on Sunday, after the time-zone mind-fuck, and I'm not entirely sure how long it'll take to settle in. But, once that's done, I shall continue my writing. Believe me when i say this story will be getting VERY good VERY soon. I promise you that.

And, to settle all your minds, I will NOT be rewriting this story. Maybe I'll try another version when I'm done with this one, but I won't cancel it. Will the Storm Come is here to stay. Also, I need a new name for this fic, seriously. If you have any ideas, I'm all ears(eyes.) If you give a good enough name, you'll get a shout out!