A/N:: Okay thanks for the reviews...here's more. And this time when you review, tell me: SHOULD PETE AND JEANETTE MAKE UP???? OR SHOULD THEY FOREVER BE APART? Just thinking. Heehee.

A couple of weeks passed, and nothing was the same. They no longer had conversations. Jeanette hardly considered them friends anymore. After saying Hi to each other, they would have nothing else to say. Sure, she tried to make a conversation, but he was often "away" from them and didn't pay much attention to what she said. So she wanted to cry, but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't.

One day Emmanuel sat in the band room listening to the jazz band practice for a big concert coming up. They sounded so good. The solos were excellent and all well done. Emmanuel figured they would have no problem in the concert and with no problems in the concert, Mr. Mifado would get headlines (which would make his day).

"Take five," he said.

Pete put down his trumpet on the chair and walked to Emmanuel. "Hey dude. What's up?"

"Yeah, um. I have something to tell you. It's about Jeanette. See, like, she's been really sad lately because she thinks you guys aren't the same as before."

"What?"

"Look. My point is that she's really torn up. Maybe you should reconsider your decision, all right?" Emmanuel said, and left the band room.

Pete didn't think much of it. Emmanuel stretched the truth a lot. He walked outside to get a drink from the drinking fountain. Just as he was taking a sip, he saw the locket he gave Jeanette lying in the trash can.

Speechlessly, Pete took it out of the trash and cupped it in his hand. His heart cracked. He now knew how Jeanette felt.

"Jeanette. I'm assigning you to the band concert coming up. You're going to have to write an article about it." The Editor said.

"What? Why me?"

"Because you're the only one who really knows about that band now."

"Ugh...fine. When's their concert?"

"In two weeks. In the school auditorium. Got it? Five-o-clock. Formal." She winked.

Jeanette sighed. "I can't possibly look at Pete again."

"Okay. Now the concert is coming up, Pete. Are you ready?" Mr. Mifado eagerly asked.

"Yes sir. I am." He said, trying to keep back the tears.

"Excellent. Formal dress. We can't afford to lose you," said Mr. Mifado, patting Pete's back. "We can't afford to lose you." Especially not when reporters from all around town are going to be attending, he thought.

Keep it together, Pete. He thought. Don't get all sad now. Not when there's going to be one of the biggest concerts you'll ever do coming up. You can't give everything up just for Jeanette. He clutched the locket he put in the pocket of his jeans.

The next day in school, Pete thought he should try being a little nicer to Jeanette; after the way he had been treating her, he didn't wonder why she put the locket he gave her in the garbage.

"HI, Jeanette," said Pete, in an innocent tone while Jeanette was searching through her locker.

Jeanette gave half a smile. "Hello Pete," she said softly, putting in a book.

"Jeanette, I'm sorry for-," said Pete, but suddenly was pulled away from someone. It was Mr. Mifado.

"Boy. Don't start talking to that nuisance! Remember, she's good for nothing. She'll hurt your performance. And we DON'T WANT THAT, do we? Especially since the concert is coming up so soon."

Pete glanced back at Jeanette, whom flipped her hair, sneered and walked away. Pete looked down, regretfully. "No, we don't, sir."

Jeanette didn't know what to think. Maybe Pete still did love her...and maybe it really was just Mr. Mifado ruining everything.

She glanced at the trash can she threw the locket in. The janitor didn't dump the trash cans until the weekend, so Jeanette gave it a try and searched for the locket desperately.

Little did she know, Pete over-looking her from the other side of the corridor. A little later, Jeanette stopped searching and saw Pete just standing there, staring at her. Jeanette flushed pink and walked away with her arms crossed.

Pete looked down at his feet and sighed. How could he have been such a jerk?