Disclaimer : I don't own anything unfortunately, but given the choice, I would choose Vincent LaRusso.

Summery : Set in the Ducks last year at Eden Hall. Connie and Guy are no longer a couple but are still good friends(arr), Connie gets a new lab partner, who soon becomes obsessed with her. Will she figure it out in time or will his obsession reach it's height.

Chapter 1

CONNIE'S P.O.V

Ugh, the first day of school, the worst day of the year. I hated school full stop, but the first day was always the worst. I always found myself sat next to some cheerleader or preppy snob, or even worse, one of Charlie's ex's anti sport mob. What made it worse, was knowing it was my last year in this place, sure it was a hell hole, but it was the only place that kept me and my fellow ducks together. Without it, the out of state ducks would be going to a totally separate high school, in a totally separate state.

"Hey Con's, you ready for what could possibly be the worst year yet"? Guy my ex boyfriend asked coming up behind me.

"Would it sound very unorganised of me to say no". I answered laughing as he slung his arm across my shoulders as he always did.

See me and Guy, were best friends. We'd known each other since forever, living only a few houses away from each other and spending our whole lives together, had caused us to become inseparable. Sure we did the whole dating thing for about 4 years, but it soon became apparent that we were not meant to be a couple in that way, however our friendship remained. We'd been through everything together, I knew every scar he had and the stories behind them, I knew who he liked and most importantly when he was lying, which didn't happen very often as it was Guy, one of the few honest people I knew.

When we arrived at school along with the other ducks we had met along the way, we each separated off to our own home rooms, luckily this year, I had gotten in the same one as Guy, Adam and Ken. We sat their chatting away, waiting for our teacher to arrive. I couldn't help but notice an unfamiliar face sat toward the front, looking every bit as intimidated as we had once been. I watched with curiosity as Chloe, the head cheerleader waltzed in with her cronies and headed straight for him.

"Hey, new guy, you're sat in my seat". She hissed at him.

"Oh sorry". He jumped out of his seat immediately, allowing her sit, on passing him though,, she knocked all his books out of his hands and paper floated to the floor. She immediately started laughing her fake sounding laugh. The scene pulled on my heart strings, but anger quickly replaced it. I stood up and headed for them, helping him pick up the papers first then, I stood directly in front of her glaring.

"Do you have a problem birdie". She looked at me.

"Were you born a first class bitch or did you attend a special school for that"? I snapped. "You really ought to offer yourself as a volunteer for the psyhc class, they might actually have a use for you, failing that, the biology class could always use you for experiments, they might be able to inject you with something that might give you a personality". I told her sarcastically. "There's a seat next to me if you want". I showed the new boy to the seat.

"That's right, all the weird ones sit next to you don't they". Chloe retorted.

"Rather them than you". I walked away snubbing her. I sat back in my seat, receiving proud looks from my 3 friends.

"Thank you for that". The new guy said holding out his hand to me. "I'm Carl Twiggs".

"Your welcome. I'm Connie Moreau, and these are my friends Guy Germaine, Adam Banks and Ken Wu". I accepted his hand.

The hour lesson dragged, it wouldn't have been so bad if it had been remotely interesting, but listening to Ms Hemmingway prattle on about how important this year was and how if we needed any extra help we could always go to her. After that, I headed to my next lesson which was chemistry, Carl was in the same class, but I didn't no whether any of the other ducks were. Well it turned out that there was only me and Carl. I felt a little awkward, I mean I hardly knew the guy, yet I was offering him the seat next to me. Eventually the chemistry teacher came in and much to my pleasure, set us off on our first project teaming me with Carl in the process.

"So, Carl, where'd you move from"? I asked, sparking a conversation between us.

"Washington D.C. My dad's in the army so we travel a lot". He told me.

"Army brat, huh. Makes a change from Preppy brats". I laughed.

"Hey, not all army brats are brats you know. See this". He pointed to himself, I nodded. "This is living proof". He told me.

We chatted all lesson. He'd had quite a life, he'd been to 10 schools in the space of 7 years, he'd lived in 15 of the 50 states for more than a year and had at least stepped inside 30 of them. He told me he wasn't a very sporty person, but he was interested in computers, he knew nothing about hockey and was intrigued when I told him about my travels to Europe with Team USA before we had come here. I think it was safe to say, we had hit it off and I had gained a new friend.

After chemistry, we went our separate ways, he was headed to I.T and I was headed for home ec. I caught up with Julie, Charlie and Portman in the corridor, who were headed to the same class as me. Guy had filled Julie in on my run in with Chloe during their last class, and Adam and Ken had let just about every duck know.

"So, what's the new guy like"? Charlie asked.

"He's ok, he's a bit geeky, but not overly geeky. Studious, that's a better word".

"Sounds like your type Jules". Portman teased. Those two were always teasing each other, none of us actually knew why, but the one time I'd asked Julie, she had just said that was the way they were.

"No way, he doesn't know a thing about hockey". I replied before Julie could.

"Well, that's you off the list Conway". Portman continued teasing.

At the end of the day, I met up with Guy and we began walking home together. We weren't particularly chatting, but I had my arm linked through his as we strolled along the side walk. We were both moving back into the dorms that evening, mainly to make it easier for us to get to and from school. I know this may sound very far fetched, but as we walked, I had a funny feeling that we were being followed. Guy obviously hadn't felt it, so I put it to the back of my mind.

"You're pretty quiet". Guy pointed out.

"Huh"? I replied.

"You ok"?

"Yeah, why"?

"You're just quite". He told me. "Something on your mind"?

"No". I replied, putting my funny feeling to the back of my mind. "Right, I'll see you about 7". I told him, as I headed up the path leading to my house.

"Ok, See you later". He waved to me before walking the last hundred yards to his house.

That night, we moved into the dorms. My dad helped me and Guy get all his belongings to the room he was sharing with Charlie and Adam. Adam had long since settled in, Charlie however was still at home packing. After Guy had got all his stuff from the trunk, me and my dad headed over to the girls dorms where a very eager Julie was waiting at the curb side to help me with my things. Just as my dad was about to follow us with the last box, I heard a voice from behind me.

"Do you want any help"? It was Carl.

"Um, yeah sure, you can grab that if you like". I pointed to the box my dad had in his hands.

"Right, Connie, be careful. I'll see you soon". He told me. "Love you".

"Love you too. I'll see you later". I gave him a quick hug before heading into the dorms.

"Where'd you want it"? Carl asked when we entered my room.

"Erm just there'll be fine, thanks". I told him, putting my own baggage down. "Oh erm, Carl this is my best girl friend, team mate and room mate, Julie Gaffney, Jule's this is Carl".

They passed pleasantries, before Carl left us in peace, much to his objection. After his departure, I settled in and began watching a film with Julie. I had missed Julie over the summer, 6 long weeks without being able to spend time together. Don't get me wrong, Guy is my best friend and I can tell him just about everything, but there's just some things you can't tell guys.

As the weeks passed, I found myself and Carl becoming fast friends. Whenever I wasn't with the ducks, I was studying with Carl. My grades had taken a sudden increase, my teachers were all pleased with me, which made a change. However the more I got to know Carl, the more I was sure there was something weird about him. He seemed pretty clingy, and wasn't at all bothered about making new friends other than me.

"I can't believe Coach Orion wants us to practise at 5am, is he totally off his head? He might like getting up before the crack of dawn, but I sure as hell don't". I complained to Julie on my way back to our dorm, after a gruelling practise.

"We've got a lot of preparation to do, before the big game against the bears. They're a tough team". Julie reasoned.

To me, every team seemed tough. I wasn't sure whether it was me, but the rest of the team seemed to be coping with this level of hockey pretty well, but I had found myself lagging during the set up of plays, and had to be bailed out on more than one occasion by either Adam, Charlie or Guy. I felt inadequate to the team and although Coach hadn't said anything to me about my game, it never ventured far from my mind.

"RONNIE". I heard someone call from behind me, I mistook it for my own name as the wind was blowing in my ears. I turned sharply to see who it was and immediately realised that the person calling was calling someone else. though it didn't fail to skip my attention that someone wearing a black coat had ducked behind a wall.

I had been feeling like someone had been following me a lot recently. Wherever I went, I always felt as though there was someone close behind. I had taken to not going anywhere on my own, hoping that whoever was with me would feel it too, but they never did, but then again, I had never really brought it up in conversation.

"Jule's, do you ever feel as though there's someone following you"? I asked as we entered our building.

"No, why"? She looked at me quizzically.

"It's just that recently I've had this weird feeling that there's someone watching me, following my every move". I said seriously.

"Sounds like you got yourself a little stalker there Con's". Julie joked.

"It isn't funny Jules. I really think someone's following me". I replied.

"It's probably just JV just playing tricks". She explained.

"That'll be it. I'm probably making something out of nothing".

"A mountain out of a molehill". She laughed.

So what do you think? This is only gonna be a short story, that I decided to write in between my other stories. PLEASE R&R!!!!!