Every Breath You Take

I'm on the plane home. Apparently, Clarke had been driving home, and it was raining so hard she couldn't see. She drove into a ditch and her car flipped over. She's awake, but she'd fractured her wrist and three of her fingers, broken her left arm and her leg, so the damage wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Marcus comes to pick me up at the airport. "You okay?" he asks.

"Fine. We need to talk in the car, though."

"What about?"

"You'll hear about it in the car." We get my bag from baggage claim and head into the parking garage.

We're about half the way home when I blurt out, "I'm not going back."

"What? Delia-"

"Shh. I'm not going back. It sucks major there! I miss it so much here, it was my choice to go there, and it's MY choice to take myself out. I'll have all of my shit shipped back, just PLEASE don't make me go!"

He thinks for a few minutes as I stare at him, and finally says, "You can come back. Clarke has been drving me crazy, talking about curtains and bedspreads and lether and AAH! It's so... soo.."

"Girly?"

"That's it." We arrived at the house I'd grown to love and hate at the same time. Amanda runs out and gives me a hug.

"Amanda, what are you doing here? I thought you and Ryan were going back to New York after the baby was born!"

"We're moving here! Isn't it the most? To say the least."

"Have you been watching Grease without me? You know it's our movie!"

She giggles and says, "No, silly. Anyway, I know you know about Clarke. How are you?"

"Fantastic... now that I'm back to stay!"

"REALLY?!?!" she squeals.

"Yup! Amanda and Delia, the dynamic duo back together!" We link arms and she grabs my bag and we go into my room.

"So are you going to call Craig to tell him you're here?"

"Probably not. I mean, if Marcus calls the school tomorrow, I'll go back on Thursday. When's Clarke coming home?"

"She'll be back on Friday at the earliest. Go to bed. You've had a long day. I'll tell Marcus to call the school first thing in the morning."

I pull my pants off and say, "Thanks. Tell the baby I said hi." I crawl into my bed and fall asleep immediatly.

"Get up! Get up!" Amanda says, pushing my arm the next morning.

I groan and turn over, "What. Is. It?"

"You're going to school. They've apparently got your schedule all ready and everything. They expected you back when they started, so up up! Get up!"

I jump up in excitement and run intomy shower. Once I'm showered, I go into my room and pick out a bair of black pants and my Say Anything... shirt. Amanda and I get into my car and drive to school and we walk into the office.

"Welcome back, Delia! Here's your schedule, your locker and locker combination, and your planner. Have a great day." Mr. Raditch says, handing me my things.

"I'm gonna be late. I'll see you later. Take my car, drive back home. I'll get a ride from someone." She waves to me and I looka at my schedule. "Homeroom- Kwan. Aw man, Craig has Simpson, that i'm sure of!" I run and leap to the door as the bell rings.

"Delia?" Paige, Hazel, Ellie and Ashley say as I stand in the room.

"She." I say, sitting in between Paige and Ashley.

"What are you doing back?" Ellie asks.

"Why? You don't want me here? I'll just leave then." I say, pretending to get up.

"That's not what I meant."

I laugh and say, "I know. I came home because Clarke was in an accident and I begged Marcus to let me come home."

"Awesome. It's gonna be awesome to have you back.Craig really- he really- um, he misses you." But the way her eyes look when she says that I know something's wrong.

"What's going on with Craig?"

"Well-" The bell rings and I don't hear what she says.

"Tell me later. I'm gonna go visit him." I say, walking away. He's standing at his locker with the door open and he's talking to Marco. I sneak up behind the locker door so I know he can't see me.

"Well, I'm not sure how Delia's going to react when I tell her what happened with Kelly. I love Delia, but Kelly... Kelly doesn't get all insecure like Delia does when we have sex." He shuts his locker. "And I don't know what I'm going to do." He turns around and sees me leaning against the locker next to his. "Delia!"

I smack him clear across the face and whisper, "I knew it." and run away.