The last bell rang as I walked out of class. It's been rather quiet with the Ducks not speaking to me. I mean, they talk to me about hockey but I still had that uncomfortable feeling.

I grabbed my hockey skates and went to the changing room at the rink.

Everyone was chatting happily to each other. Except for me though.

I put on my gear and jersey before slipping on my skates. We walked onto the ice and Charlie led us in warm-ups as usual. Luckily, Coach Orion didn't suspect the uncomfortable feeling between the team and I. That was how I spent the last three long, crappy hours.

I threw my skates into my locker and put on my jacket. I needed to go somewhere.

I hopped onto the train and took it all the way home. But of course I wasn't going back to my house. I mean I would have to be really, REALLY desperate to want to go back.

I took the bus opposite my house and alighted in front of a small diner. Beside it was a tiny ice-cream shop, tucked in the corner. I walked in. The small bell on top of the door rang. An old man looked up at me. It was Mr. Hanson, the shop owner.

"Adam? Adam Banks?"

I nodded my head. People just LOVE asking me that question don't they?

"So what flavor do you want?"

I put my hands against the glass and stared at the many flavors of ice cream and licked my lips, just like I used to do when I was a kid.

"I think I'll have two scoops of chocolate."

He chuckled as he gave me the ice cream. I handed him my five-dollar note and took a seat in the empty room. There were only about three people including me in the store. That was why I loved it here. It was so quiet. So peaceful;

I finished up the last bit of ice-cream and walked out of the shop and headed for the bus stop to go back to Eden Hall, empty handed once more. No thought about what I was going to do.

As I was walking, I saw a rather tipsy girl. I've seen people like this before. I tried walking away as she drew near. I didn't want to get myself "implicated". But as I turned to walk away, I realized that that girl was...

"Angel!" I yelled and rushed over.

"Adam?" She asked sleepily.

"Yes, but I think I should take you home"

I grabbed her hand but she shook them away.

"Didn't I make myself clear the last time? I don't need you help! I'm....."

She leaned over to puke.

"Fine?" I finished for her and took the two empty bottles of beer out of her hand.

I helped her to the bus stop.

"Let go," She screamed.

I remained firm, refusing to let her leave.

Soon, the bus came. I tried to help her up but she insisted she could do it by herself. She walked unsteadily on the bus. I took the seat beside her.

Frantic thoughts rushed through my mind. What was I going to do?

I didn't stop thinking until suddenly, I felt something heavy and warm on my left shoulder. I turned my head and saw Angel's head on my shoulder, her eyes closed.

I sighed. I couldn't take her home. Her dad would kill her. She would never see daylight again.

I watched Angel sleep peacefully on my shoulder. She looked so angelic.

When we finally reached our stop, I carried her off the bus. I looked around and saw the pond that Larson had taken me last time. There was a tree next to it.

I lay Angel under the tree.

I stood up to leave. Angel would slaughter me the next morning if she saw me hanging around her.

But then, I heard her give a soft shiver. I took off my jacket and placed it on Angel. She stopped shivering. A small smile crept across my face. She looked so innocent. I couldn't leave her.

I sat down on the grass next to her. I didn't sleep though. I couldn't. My life depended on my sleeping.

But as time went by, my eyes grew heavy.

"Don't fall asleep," I muttered to myself.

I yawned. Maybe I should just rest my eyes for a little bit...

Author's note: Hey there! Sorry I've taken so long with this!! Its just all the test have been stressing me out so I have had absolutely no time to write. This must have been my favorite chapter so far!! I'm really sorry!! Well, I hope you guys never stop reading, so yeah!! Thanks so much for waiting.