**Kat, ok let me explain. Shane and Modesty have always forgiven each other because even though they both have many problems, more will come out in later chapters, they really do love each other. And the only reason Shane gave up so easily on the bruise thing is because he didn't want to fight with her. Don't worry you'll see a change in all the characters soon and everything should hopefully make sense. I usually write stories on paper first THEN type them. I'm just typing this and posting so it's a little new. And everyone, sorry, I didn't mean to post the last chapter twice. The first time it said it didn't take so I posted it again. Hmm oh well. Now on to the story.**

"Mommy, daddy, can Shane stay with us for awhile?" Modesty asked and leaned against the counter.

"Why can't he go home?" Her father asked.

"He's um not allowed to."

"Why not?" Her mother asked.

"He didn't say."

"Don't lie to me Modesty! I know he came in last night and I know he was here all day! I'm not stupid!" Her dad screamed.

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Shane sat on Modesty's bed and listened to her dad scream at her. Once again he caused Modesty pain. He always caused her pain. And if it wasn't her, it was someone else. He wondered how he still had any friends. He was an asshole. Plus he cheated on Modesty, didn't she see it? She had to. Everyone else knew. He looked up when Modesty came in the room, wearing a long sleeved shirt.

"You can stay but you have to sleep in the guest room." She told him. Shane smiled.

"I didn't really expect to stay in your room anyway."

"I didn't expect them to let you stay at all."

"Modesty?"

"Yes?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, why? Are you ok?"

"I'm sad. I'm not going to lie to you about my feelings. But are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm doing pretty good."

"I know you're lying to me."

"Huh?"

"You're lying. Something's wrong, I can see it in your eyes."

"Shane, it's just, I don't know, everything."

"It's me isn't it?"

"No!" Her eyes grew wide. "It's not you! Don't ever say that!"

"Calm down. I just asked a question."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault."

"Shane we have to go."

"What?"

"We have to leave."

"Why?"

"I promised Matt, Jeff, Amy and Shannon we'd hang with them."

"Modesty can we talk?"

"Can we talk later?"

"No. I'd rather not."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to know what's bothering you."

"Shane, we're teenagers. Everything bothers us."

"Are you sure that's all it is?"

"Yes. I'm sure. I mean what teenager doesn't have problems with their parents and stuff?"

"Ok good point."

"Exactly." She smiled. "Come on Sugar."

"Sugar?"

"I don't know where that came from, but I like it."

"I do too."

"New nickname!" She smiled. Shane smiled and they walked down the stairs and out of the house.

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"Shane can I talk to you alone?" Amy asked.

"Sure." Shane said and jumped off the swing. They both started walking across the playground to the slides. Modesty kept a careful eye on them the whole time.

"You're afraid aren't you?" Amy asked and sat down on the top of a slide. Shane sat next to her on the platform.

"What?" He asked.

"You're afraid of commitment and happiness aren't you?"

"No. Where'd you get that idea?"

"Modesty."

"She said that?"

"No but I see how you act with her."

"Can you stop saying one sentence at a time and explain?"

"Sure. You and Modesty are perfect for each other. You guys are like the definition of the perfect couple. And that means happiness and commitment. You're so scared to be happy you sleep around on Modesty and make yourself miserable."

"Do you have proof I sleep around on Modesty."

"Not physical proof."

"Then you have shit. And how dare you accuse me of being scared. I'm not scared. I know what I'm doing."

"Shane I don't want you mad at me. I just want to let you know I'm here to talk to you. We all are. As much as you're scared of this, people DO care about you."

"Amy let's go back to the swings. You're not making sense. I think the drugs are getting to you."

"Getting me ME? Excuse me Shane! YOU'RE the biggest druggie here!"

"No I'm not. I know what I'm doing."

"You do not!"

"Hey I'm still getting straight A's, I have a girlfriend and my wrestling is getting praised left and right. I must be doing something right."

"Ok so you have me there. But you will kill yourself."

"As will you. Don't be a hypercritic Amy."

"Fine let's go back." Amy gave up realizing she was stuck. Shane smiled at her.

"Got ya." He whispered. Even though she didn't want to, she laughed.

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Since Shane was suspended for three days he had nothing to do during the day so he decided to go to the gym and put more hours in. He wanted to work on his arms and chest more. But like Modesty had said before, he was naturally skinny. It was hard for him to bulk up. But that was ok he didn't want to look like he popped steroids.

"You wrestle for OMEGA!" A huge guy with short brown hair exclaimed and slapped Shane on the shoulder. Shane stumbled forward a bit.

"Yeah. Do I know you?" Shane asked.

"No but I've been to a couple shows. You're real impressive."

"Thank you."

"Aren't you in school?"

"Yes but I'm suspended."

"A fight?"

"Yes."

"Jealousy Shane. You'll see a lot of that, only because you're good. Don't let it get to you. You seem you have a good head on your shoulders, don't let anyone screw you up."

"Thank you."

"Any time. Keep up the good work kid."

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"Hurry up!" Shane screamed from downstairs. Modesty smiled and rolled her eyes. They were on their way to OMEGA.

"Inpatient, loud, moronic asshole." Modesty muttered as she ran down the stairs. Shane smiled.

"I may be all those but it got you down here didn't it?" He asked.

"Oh whatever." She pushed him out of her way. He smirked at her. She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him out of the door.

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"You're late." Was how Matt greeted them. Matt was already dressed up as Surge. Jeff ran over to them.

"And who the hell are you supposed to be?" Shane asked. Jeff had on a wanna-be gold star mask with fake green, black and purple dreads hanging out of it. His blonde hair was hidden behind it although you could sort of see it. He had on a fluffy gold best with black M C Hammer type pants.

"Willow The Whisp! YYYYEEEEOOOOWWW!!" Jeff screamed in an ultra high squeaky voice.

"Umm. nice." Modesty trailed off and nodded her head.

"Shane get in back. Get dressed quick; it's almost your match." Matt said.

"Yes sir!" Shane said and walked in to the school gym, which they were using for an arena. Matt watched Modesty walk in.

"Modesty!" He called. She turned around. "Get in back."

"What?" She asked.

"You're becoming Shane's valet."

"What? No!"

"Yes you are. Shane needs a valet and it's going to be you."

"Why me?"

"Chemistry."

"Matt for a person who gets all A's you really are retarded."

"I don't care what you say, you two have chemistry. The fans will love it. Wrestling fans are not stupid."

"Don't EVER say I never did anything for you." She said and made her way to the back.

"Well she's a feisty one." Jeff commented.

"Shut up Bob Marely." Matt said and walked in the gym. Jeff stood there with his mouth open.

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Shane noticed a shadow over him and looked up. He looked up and seen Modesty standing there with her hands on her hips. Shane stood up.

"What are you doing back here?" He asked harsher than he meant to.

"Well Matt made me your valet." She said and walked away, obviously upset and mad. Shane sighed. He ruined it again.