Author's note: Other characters should be coming up soon!

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Chapter two

Craig was sitting in his room when the phone rang suddenly and startled him from his lazy position on his bed. He hated when the phone did that to him. He stopped his quiet music and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Craig? It's Marco."

"Hey man, what's up?"

" Oh, Nothing. I was just wondering if I could come over for a little bit. Are any of the other guys with you?"

" Uh…No…" He turned to look at Manny. She was sitting in the chair by his desk, looking up at him. She was wearing a green halter top and a red miniskirt. It was amazing to Craig how he had never noticed how great Manny looked until she began wearing more revealing clothes. He wasn't aware of what people thought of him even though people that knew of Craig and Manny's previous date were skeptical when seeing them together at school and gave them dirty looks.

"Well, is it alright? I mean, it's only five. I could come later, or tomorrow. I've got nothing to do." He decided to forget about Miguel's idea about coming over to his house.

"Um, no. It's not a good time right now, sorry." Craig was hoping Marco wouldn't press him any further.

"…Alright. Thanks. Well… I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Bye." Craig hung up the phone.

"Who was that?" Manny questioned.

"Marco. He wanted to know if he could come over."

"Oh." Manny spun slowly in the chair, looking absent-mindedly at the floor.

"So…" Craig was no good at improvising. "What do you want to do?"

The temptation of this situation was extremely overwhelming Manny looked back up at her long time crush and knew that she could not hold back. Well… she could…hold back… it was well within her power, but she didn't want to wait. She never did. Any opportunity to her was golden.

"This…" She said with a passionate look, and she got up out of the chair and put her arms around Craig's body. She looked up and gave him a slow, hard kiss on his lips. He quickly responded by stroking her hips with his hands, and they began feeling each other while making out. Craig set Manny and himself on his bed, and Manny took her hands off his back and reached down to his zipper and pulled down on it. She could feel his erection against the prison of his jeans. Craig began to pull Manny's halter top over her head, when there was a loud bang on Craig's door.

"Hey, open up in there." Joey, Craig's stepfather, didn't sound happy about his door being locked

"Hold on…" Craig and Manny, startled, stopped what they were doing. Manny put her halter top back down and Craig zipped up his pants and then opened the door. "Yeah?"

"Spinner's at the door." Joey walked away, and Craig didn't know what to do. If Spinner knew he had Manny in his room, all hell would break loose. Craig knew that Spinner could hurt him. And he was afraid for his band as well. With Spinner gone, he wouldn't have a band. He decided to -for once- think fast.

He turned to Manny. She looked somewhat afraid. He could see her fear in her eyes. Spinner was waiting at the door, and Craig couldn't keep him waiting.

"Get into the closet and don't say anything. I'll let you out when he leaves." Craig looked apprehensive.

"Okay," Manny said. She opened his closet door, went in, and closed it.

Craig then went to the front door and opened it. "Hey Spinner."

"Hey… I got nothing' to do, so I decided to drop by. …Dude, can I come in, or what?"

"Uh, no. See, Angie's sick right now and Joey doesn't want anyone in the house until she feels better. You might get sick or something. Sorry, man."

"Well then, you wanna come out and do something? I'm bored"

Craig thought fast. "I would, but I can't. Joey's going somewhere and he said that I need to stay home and take care of Angie."

Jus then, Angie came storming down the stairs in regular clothes and ran up to Craig. "Craig, want to go outside?" Angie's smile could persuade anyone to do anything. But not this time.

"You can't Angie. Remember what Joey said? Not until you feel better." Craig looked back up at his friend. The slight breeze blew his short blonde curls out of his eyes, and Craig could see in Spinner's face that he was beginning to doubt him.

"I'm not sick, Craig," Angie said with her infectious smile.

Craig could hardly stand to look at Spinner's face, but he knew that he had to. Spinner's brows were arched, and he asked, "Why are you lying to me?" in an incredulous tone

Craig did not know what to say. Then he decided to think up another lie. He'd already made Spinner upset, but maybe he could change that.

"Listen, Spin, I've been kinda tired lately, and I haven't wanted to talk to anyone. Ask anybody. I just want to be alone for a while. I didn't want you to take it personally, that's all, and I didn't want to talk to anyone about it."

It worked. Spinner's facial expression completely changed. "Dude, is it anything that I could help you with." He looked somewhat puzzled and concerned.

"No…" Craig put up a wistful look. "I just need a couple days."

"Oh… alright. I don't know why you didn't just tell me, but okay…"

"You're no offended?"

"No, dude, it's alright. I get like that sometimes too. I'll see you later, then."

"Alright, see ya." Craig kept up his look until he closed the door. He went back upstairs to his room. He then opened the closet door and Manny was there against the wall, twiddling with one of Craig's shirts. She looked up at him.

"Is it safe?" she asked.

"Yeah," Craig replied. Manny got up and walked out of the closet.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Uh…" he looked at he alarm clock. "Almost six."

"I've got to go. I promised that I'd help Emma with one of her 'save the environment' things. You know Emma and her obsession with plants and animals. It's like she's going to end up marrying a turtle." Manny rolled her eyes.

Craig did not know Emma too well, and he did not know why Manny was blowing him off to help Emma with something that he considered to be unimportant. But he didn't say that. Instead, he said "Oh… alright."

As Manny exited his bedroom, she said goodbye and Craig did not even see her to the door. He turned on his CD player, closed his bedroom door, and laid on his bed in boredom.

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Mr. Raditch was organizing the filing cabinets in his office. He sighed, wishing that he could go home, but as always he had to stay after school to organize the messes that others had left behind for him.

After sorting the file cabinets, he sat down in his big brown leather chair and turned on his computer monitor. He had to type up something that was going to go into the school newspaper next week and he decided that because he was there that he'd get it out of the way.

But first he decided to check the school's e-mail for anything important. He didn't do that often because junk mail was the primary source in the school's e-mail. But he checked every once in a while because he had to make sure that nothing important slipped through his fingers.

He felt his short beard as he was waiting for the page to load up. Someone told him that he'd look better if he shaved it all off, but this day and age he wasn't all that concerned with his appearance in terms of looking attractive to anyone. He was content with his position right now, and he did not see a wife or kids in the future. When asked about it by some of the teachers at this school he tried to avoid the subject because he didn't want to be thought of as depressed or anti-social for not being too interested in dating or going out. He was never that popular with people in general and he'd grown accustomed to that over the years. To him, life had that occasional struggle, but throughout the whole it was better to live it alone.

He snapped out of his train of thought when the page loaded up and he typed in the e-mail and password. The messages came up, and he scrolled through them, not expecting to find anything good or important. But after a couple scrolls, he found something very strange.

! Pornography has been viewed on computer #… !

What made these computers so great is that all activity on them was monitored-like they would be at any working facility. It wasn't abnormal to have porn viewed every once in a while by some pervert in the media immersion room. He clicked on the message to view it.

! Pornography has been viewed on computer # 0064 !

1:40 P.M. Jan 12, 2005

There were a few websites listed underneath the time and date. Mr. Raditch checked the computer registration list to see where it came from. He was sure it was one of the computers in Archie Simpson's media immersion room. That was usually where they came from, if there were any at all.

It turned out that computer numbers 0052-0071 were located in the west building on the 1st floor. That was not where the media immersion room was-it was on the east building

He investigated further. He clicked on the number 0064 and waited. It read:

West bldg. 1st floor: rm. 212 Kwan.

Mr. Raditch thought that that was odd, because the time read that this was still during school. He didn't know when Ms. Kwan's prep period was but he knew that it was during classes. He decided that he would investigate it later. Maybe one of her students… no… that wasn't possible either. It was strange.

He deleted most of the junk mail before that message, and then kept looking. But soon after that he found another one.

! There was pornography viewed on computer #… !

He clicked on that one. Surprisingly, it read the same information, but the time and date were different. This one was about half an hour before school started two days ago. Coming from the same room…

His brows arched. That was strange, indeed. He stretched in his chair, and then deleted more junk mail. He saved that one as well. He kept on scrolling.

He kept seeing e-mails about dating services, but he ignored those and counted them as junk mail. He realized that most people met online these days, he just wasn't interested. Mr. Raditch continued to scroll.

…There was another one. He clicked. Same information, came form the same room, and this one was dated prior to the last one that he saw and occurred about twenty minutes after school hours.

He kept scrolling. About two more showed up and he decided to confront Ms. Kwan the very next day about this situation. Could she have been…?

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