Author's note: I didn't mean for this story to be so wierd/sexual, but it just happened that way. For those who didn't understand the previous section, The story doesn't have to do with just Marco-I'm attempting to put all of the characters in it somehow. Or at least most of them. I know this update is kind of short, but it is meant toconclude the previous situation.

To my reviewers: Thank you for reading this terrible story. It is not the best I could have done. I don't care if your reviews are good or bad, just feel free to review. To elven-goddes: I got the idea through the horrible influences of TV and the outside world, which eventually got into my own head. I hope you're enjoying this story. To chanelnmbr5: You'll get it as the story progresses:) To chris1519: I have something in store for Manny. It just isn't very pleasant (but isn't it exciting?)

Chapter one continued

Ms. Kwan paced the classroom up and down in boredom, waiting for her next class to begin. She had nothing else to do; she had the Heart of Darkness books all out on the students' desks, waiting to be opened and read.

She stopped and sat down at her desk, and decided that since there was about ten minutes before the bell, she would get out a book and read. She had to do something to pass the time.

The bell rang. Students filed into the classroom and took their seats. They waited to be instructed.

"Good afternoon." Ms. Kwan paused "Open your books to chapter seven," she ordered, "And take out a piece of paper. We'll be taking notes on important events in this chapter."

The class groaned and sighed. Ms. Kwan did not care; she was accustomed to receiving such responses from her students.

As the students were taking out their sheets of paper, Ms. Kwan noticed that one of the students was being disobedient. He sat there, flipping through a magazine of some sort. He seemed to be unaware of anything going on in the world, but Ms. Kwan knew that this particular student was just a disobedient idiot. She didn't like students that couldn't at least look like they were paying attention. It was embarrassing to have students openly disobey her with ease.

She walked up to the student's desk. "Jay, put the magazine away,"- she closed it while it was still in his hands- "and open your book." She put the book on top of the magazine. He gave her a blank, "I don't care" look in response. Then he opened the book and said nothing. Ms. Kwan walked back up to the front of the classroom. She then said, "Alright. Who would like to read first?"

No one answered… the usual response. Ms. Kwan selected someone by random. "Hazel, can you please read for us." Hazel's voice soon filled the room. The class was quiet, and Ms. Kwan, knowing that the class wasn't paying any attention to anything that Hazel was reading aloud, directed the students which lines to write down.

After about a couple of pages, Ms. Kwan told Hazel she could stop reading. She looked up from her book at the class and asked a question about the book. She then saw Jay with his magazine right back in front of his face and the book closed and shoved aside. She went up to Jay's desk again. She snatched the magazine out of his hands.

To her surprise, he snatched it right back. He gave her a dirty look.

"Go up to the office. Right now." Ms. Kwan's voice became extremely stern. The whole class was looking at the scene, wondering in anticipation what was going to happen.

Jay didn't move. His eyes glanced around, and then he put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair. He stared blankly into Ms. Kwan's Asian face.

Ms. Kwan grew extremely impatient. "Go! Now-or—"

"You know your fly is down, right?" Jay said this with sarcastic seriousness.

Ms. Kwan looked. It was down. She remembered everything but the zipper.

The class laughed a little. Ms. Kwan did not say anything. She went across the room to the telephone next to the blackboard and dialed. "Yes, can I have someone down here? I have a student who isn't following my directions and being openly defiant."

The class tried to stifle their giggles and laughs. They half-succeeded.

Ms. Kwan ignored them. "Thank you." She hung up the phone. The students still had humored expressions on their faces. Jay looked satisfied with himself. She folded her arms and hung her head down and in humiliation went to her desk and sat down, not saying anything. The class started to calm down a little.

Soon the supervisor arrived and took Jay up to the office. Ms. Kwan was too embarrassed to do anything else.

She finally looked up. "Silent read for the rest of the period," She ordered in a quiet voice.
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Marco started down the hall on his way to his sixth period class. He had the slightly anxious feeling in his stomach-the same feeling he got when he had to give an oral report to many people-like his presidential speech. He knew he had to getit over with. "You'll live, no matter what happens," he kept telling himself in his mind. He was more concerned about Dylan discovering this occurrence rather than hurting Miguel. Miguel was just a freak accident to him, and nothing more. Maybe Miguel thought the same. After all, Miguel was just as quiet as he was that morning. "Hopefully… things go okay," he thought, as he entered the room.

Miguel was there. He was sitting in his seat in the back of the classroom with his hair down, almost completely covering his face. That was Miguel-withdrawn from the world.

However, when Marco approached him, Miguel looked up and a surprisingly happy look came upon his face. "Hey." It was quiet but Miguel sounded very happy to see Marco.

"…Hey." Marco sat down slowly in the seat next to Miguel's.

"What's wrong?" Miguel asked. His facial expression completely changed-just like Dylan's would, if he found out.

"Nothing…" Marco was chickening out. He was thinking about not being straight forward with his decision-he thought that maybe he would beat around the bush about it. He decided to lie. "Lunch didn't go so well, that's all." It wasn't a complete lie, just more of a half-truth. Ellie had annoyed him a little with her incessant worries. And how she kept mentioning Sean. But that wasn't the reason that he was upset right now.

"Oh, I'm sorry…"Miguel gave him a short sympathetic look. Then he smiled. "If you want, you can come over again sometime this week. Or we can go to the mall together."

"Okay…" Marco trailed off, and when the bell rang, he looked forward at the teacher. Ms. Kwan's eyes were red and puffy and her face was stained with tears. She finally said in a quiet voice, "I would like peace and quiet today. Just take out a book or something and silently read."

"What's the matter Ms. Kwan?" A concerned girl in the class asked her.

"My aunt died," she lied. It was easy to lie right now.

The class was quiet. Marco took out his notebook and decided to write Ellie a casual letter. But before he could even get "Hey El" on the paper, Miguel put a note on top of Marco's paper. He opened it.

When can I go to your house?

Marco didn't know what to write to this. Miguel looked so happy right now… what should he tell him?

I don't know. I'll have to ask my parents. They might say no because you're a guy.

They continued to pass the paper to each other

Well, just don't tell them that I'm like you. They'll probably let me come over. My father was actually happy that I was making more guy friends-he thinks that it'll change me. But after what happened, I don't think I'll be changing anytime soon. I thought about what happened and it makes me so happy that we can be together. I was so alone… and I was so sure that love did not exist. But you have changed that for me.

Well, the only reason that my parents let me go over to your house was because I assured them that you weren't gay. They also knew that your parents were going to be home, so they thought that it would be safe with you.

Well…ask anyway. It's worth a shot. If they say no you can come to my house.

Alright. I'll do that. Now I have to write this letter to my friend or she'll go up in flames and burn me alive. I'll talk to you later.

Lie after lie… Marco didn't know when it would stop. He gave the paper back to Miguel and Miguel smiled and nodded. Marco felt pangs of guilt. He knew that he was going to have to end this soon, but after Miguel's cheesy comment about love in the note Marco didn't know how he was going to accumulate enough strength to tell Miguel the truth. He hated seeing the sudden expression change… he just hated it. And he knew that he had started this whole mess. He couldn't hold himself back; he had to have sex with this person sitting next to him.

Or…he didn't have to. He knew that it was a common misconception among teenagers when they thought they couldn't wait to have sex… when he knew that anyone could wait. Even himself. He was just being selfish, and he wanted the opportunity that existed last night. Lust wanted to be Marco's friend, and he became her friend even though he knew that she was a backstabbing friend. You think that Lust will make you happy-what with all the joy she brings-but she tears you apart when her acts are over. And then she brings you to want more…