A/N: I know some people weren't happy with the last chapter, but I can't please everyone, believe me, if it were possible, I would build a giant pleasing machine and please the hell out of you guys in a heartbeat, but I can't. If you like the story, that's awesome, but if you don't can you please let me know why (constructive criticism only)?

Did anyone else notice that I called Scott, "Adam" in chapter 3? I'm really sorry about that. The Character was originally supposed to be called Adam, but I went of Scott at the last minute. If I can find a copy of that chapter saved on my computer, I'll correct it.

My ears felt like they were going to explode with the speakers blaring. The second I walked in with Eddie, I recognized everything. This was all in my vision. I saw the couch that I was going to be kissed on, all the way across the room. A boy and a girl were sitting on it, but if everything worked out like it was supposed to, that would soon change.

"When is Chelsea going to get here?" Eddie asked me.

"She's not. She called me to say that she was sick and she wouldn't be able to make it," I explained.

"Man, that's too bad. It's not going to be any fun without her," he said just as an attractive girl walked by and winked at him. "But then again..." he quickly shook off his disappointment to follow her, leaving me at the entrance.

I made my way over to the punch bowl at the other side of the room. I was thirsty and it was way too hot in there with all the kids dancing. I took careful baby steps to an empty seat on the couch, trying not to spill any drink on the outfit I had just finished making. It was special and over the top, like all of my clothes. I appeared to be wearing a regular white blouse, but turn the lights off, and it glows in the dark. I always had to be wearing something no one else had.

"Excuse me, can we have some privacy here?" The girl on the couch asked me as she shot me the evil eye.

"Well you know, if you want some privacy, I think I saw plenty of it on the way in...as in, outside," I said being equally rude. She scoffed as she took her boyfriends hand and left the room.

I was now on the couch alone. Where was Scott? I supposed to be kissed soon.

"Is this seat taken?" I heard a voice. It was deep and familiar, so I thought it was Scott asking to sit down, but when I turned around, I saw that I was wrong. A boy stood before me. He was definitely not who I thought he was. He was tall and had short dark brown hair and brown eyes, like Scott.

"Well..."

"I'll take that as a no," He said as he sat down. "I'm Ch...arlie,"

"Wow, do you always forget your name like that?" I asked. I was a bit annoyed that he was here instead of Scott, but there was something about him that made me fell like I could joke around with him like that.

"Only if the girls are pretty enough, and let me tell you, I have never, forgotten my name!" he smiled at me. It was weird, because there was something familiar about it...like I had seen that smile so many times before.

I blushed a little. "My name is Raven. Raven Baxter," I introduced myself.

"I know who you are."

"You do? How? I've never met you before."

"Yeah, but I've seen you around school. I think about you all the time. I...I think you're really beautiful, Raven." Charlie said as he took the fruit punch out of my hand and kissed me...kind of like in my vision. Wait, kind of? It was exactly like my vision! It all became so clear. I was never supposed to kiss Scott at the party. It was Charlie. I was supposed to kiss Charlie at Scott's party.

We pulled away, giving me a few seconds to think. I just kissed a total stranger...but it didn't feel like it. Why didn't it? It felt so natural, like it was meant to be...obviously it was, since it had a vision of it.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing?" Scott asked as he pushed his way through a group of dancing kids.

"What? I didn't do anything!" Charlie said.

"Oh yeah, then tell me I didn't just see you kiss Raven."

"Ok fine. You didn't just see me kiss Raven, happy?"

I wanted this to stop. I was kind of flattered, having two guys fight over me, but I could see the anger in the both of them building up and didn't want anything bad to happen. "Ok, that's enough. How about we all just cool down a bit. Take a deep breath and..."

"No way. I invited you here on a date. Who does this guy think he is?" Scott yelled as he shoved Charlie.

"Well then, some date you are. I didn't even see you with her?" Charlie said as he shoved back.

"Well did you see this," Scott asked as he grabbed the glass of punch that I had been drinking and broke it over the side of Charlie's head, knocking him out cold.

I screamed. "What did you do, Scott?" I asked. Everyone in the room was looking us, but no one stepped in. What was going to happen to him? Charlie did nothing wrong. Somehow, although I didn't know him well, I felt as if I was loosing a best friend. Why did Chelsea have to get sick? I needed her. I needed someone to help me and tell me that this was not my fault. I knew that it was, but I didn't want to believe it. Why couldn't I foresee this one?

A/N: Sorry I have to cut it off here. Once again, this chapter didn't come out as I had hoped, but I hope the rest of you enjoyed it a bit more that the last chapter.