Larson and I walked silently until we reached a pond. Our pond.

"This place holds lots of fond memories," Larson said softly.

I nodded my head. This place was where I first learnt how to skate; this was where I met Larson and McGill;

"Larson-".

"I have a first name you know," He said angrily.

"Right. Daniel...Angel really hates me huh?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Nah! You're the person she cares most about"

"You're kidding right? Angel doesn't know how to care," I asked, half- laughing.

His smile faded "Don't talk that way about Angel. You don't even know her anymore. If she didn't care, why is it she went for every single one of your games? And she has never stopped going to them even after McGill found out. She put her friendship with McGill on the line for you. She has done her part as a good friend, but what about you?"

I looked at Daniel's serious face and muttered an "I didn't know"

Daniel looked at me with disgust and walked away.

I just watched. Speechless. What was I supposed to do?

I took out my keys to my dorm after a long thought. Amazingly, even after an hour and a half of thinking, I still didn't know what to do. I was still, clueless.

I jabbed the key into the keyhole and opened the door. I looked up and saw the Ducks.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I said, acting clueless of their arrival.

"Don't play dumb Banksie, explain!" Fulton said sternly.

"Yeah, what's going on? Who's the girl?" Charlie added.

I sighed and told them everything. About Daniel Larson, Jason McGill, Angel Parker and I being best friends. Everything.

"So that girl. Angel used to be your best friend. But she's nothing like you" Guy pointed out.

I wanted to argue but he was right. So instead I just shrugged it off.

"Do you intend to anything about what just happened?" Julie asked.

I nodded.

"What?" Connie asked.

I gulped. "I don't know"

"Well, you better think of something. Come on guys, lets give Banksie some space" Charlie said.

All except Charlie left. This was his dorm too. He quietly made his way to his bed and just sat there reading a sports magazine.

I sat on my bed for a while before getting up and walking out of my dorm. I grabbed my cell phone and dropped it in my jacket pocket.

I walked around the school. I had a history project due in two days and I haven't started on it yet. A cell phone in my pocket and a temptation;

A temptation to call Angel; I looked at my phone. Strangely, I could still remember her number.

I took a deep breath and punched in her number. There was a long ring at first, and then the ringing stopped.

"Hello?" said a voice. It was Angel.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"Hello?" she repeated.

I quickly hung up. I couldn't talk to her. I just couldn't.

I continued to walk around the school. Maybe I could ask for Larson's help? No, too pathetic. Maybe I could write her a letter? No, too lame. Or maybe I could just tell her face-to-face. That's a good idea...if I could find the guts to do it.

I grumbled and walked back to my dorm.

"So, any ideas?" Charlie asked casually.

"Well one..."

I sat on my bed and told him my one good idea.

"So do it" he replied.

"I can't"

"Oh no" he shook his head then looked at me "Are you scared of her?"

I gulped "I wouldn't say scared exactly".

He gave me a pat on the shoulder "Do what you think has to be done"

That's funny because I've been spending the past two hours thinking about that and I still have NO CLUE what to do!

I rolled my eyes and lay flat on my bed. My life is so sucky.

Author's note: Hey there! Okay, I'm not giving anything away about what I think is going to happen. I would like to dedicate this chapter to our dearest principal, who has passed away. So goodluck to everyone else. Got to go now, bye!