A/N : Okay, here's chapter 3. Just one more chapter after that I think, I really want to round this off now cos I've had an idea for a PD future fic that I wanna write. Hopefully, that will be as popular as my other two PD fics, but before that I need to finish this story!

Thanx to those of you who reviewed the last chapter; Rosetta, anastasia, princess miki, and ILoveClarkKent your kind words mean a lot.

Anyway, on with the next chapter...

Disclaimer : Nope, they're still not mine!

Sunday 18th October

The Loft

Last night should have been the best night of my life but it turned out to be my worst.

I guess I should explain what happened.

So, Josh had shown me up by kissing me (not in a good way) in front of every reporter and cameraman in the Northern hemisphere, then Michael flew at Josh and a fight broke out, right in front of the aforementioned crowd and the entire school too!

So I ran into the girls bathroom and hid in the stall, when Lilly came in with HER BROTHER! He apologised, but I was angry and then I did some really stupid stuff. I don't even wanna write it but, seeing as no-one but me is ever gonna read this (at least I hope not) I guess I'm pretty safe, writing it down here.

I came out of the stall, mascara all down my face, my hair all over the place and my dress practically ruined. I still looked better than Michael. His jacket had got ripped during his fight with Josh and there was a nasty cut over his eye. Blood ran down his face and his hand looked pretty badly damaged too.

Part of me felt sorry for him but I was still pretty wound up. He half-smiled at me when I came out of the stall, but I just looked away. I ran the tap and fetched some tissue. He flinched when I tried to clean the blood from his face and hand. I couldn't believe what I was doing!

Neither of us said a word.

When I'd done my best to clean Michael up, I looked in the mirror at my own reflection and did my best to fix my hair and make up. I knew Michael was watching me the whole time, but I wouldn't look at him, I couldn't.

"Thankyou" he said simply.

"It's more than you deserve!" I replied dryly. "Was I supposed to be impressed?"

He shuffled his feet and looked away and he went,

"No......I don't know, I...." then he trailed off. He couldn't look at me and I couldn't look at him. I figured it was pointless so I left. I heard him call my name as I left the bathroom, but I ignored him, as tears started to form in my eyes again.

I breathed deeply and kept walking until I saw Lilly. Before she had chance to speak I asked her where Josh was. She looked disgusted at the question but she pointed me in the right direction anyway.

I walked past the front doors and realised all the press had gone (I found out this morning that Iran had bombed Pakistan and all the reporters had been sent to cover that more important issue) Anyway, I was safe now, no cameras and no press and Lars was back. He had parked the car and come inside in time to see me disappear into the bathroom. He told me that Lilly had explained what had happened and that he thought it would be best if he took me home immediately. I agreed, but I said I had one thing I needed to do first.

I saw Josh, slumped over a table, half unconscious (I guess a combination of alcohol and being punched repeatedly does that for you). He seemed to be in a worse state the Michael, he had blood all over him and his clothes looked like they'd been dragged through a barbed wire fence. I decide to do the decent thing, kind of. 'Well', I thought, 'I helped clean up Michael, shouldn't I help to clean up Josh?' So I picked up the punch bowl and poured the contents right over his head.

He jumped up and screamed like a girl, but I was gone before he even realised what had hit him. Lars brought me home in the limo and I went straight to bed. Lars agreed that we wouldn't mention the horrors of the dance to anyone, unless it was absolutely necessary and since the headlines of the newspapers told of the carnage in the Middle East and not of the my humiliation at Albert Einstein High last night, it was not necessary.

Now I've had time to calm down and think about it, I see that Michael was just trying to help, though I don't know why Josh kissing me bothered him so much, unless........nah!

Okay, phones ringing and I'm the only one here so I better answer it, back soon.

A/N : Okay, so one chapter to go. Anybody care to guess who it is on the phone? I guess it's fairly obvious but have a guess when you review, which reminds me - please review! I love to know if you are all enjoying my little fic! ((Chapter 4 (last chapter) should be up v.soon))