A/N: 10 reviews! YAY! I am so happy to know people are actually enjoying my fic! Thank you so much for your reviews guys! I apologize for the previous chapter, I know some of you find it slightly confused. It was Tomika's POV, I actually indicated it somewhere in the Flashback part (the one that's in italics) but it's still confusing. Sowy! You know writing fics in English when English isn't your first language can be quite hard. That's the major reason why my stories aren't half as good as I wish. Now, on this chapter there are two POVs which will be separated by a line. Hope you like it!

She Will Be Loved

"Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want"

School's over, kids run happily to their places, looking forward to do their favourite things and see their parents and siblings. But not me. Going home is an excruciating torture I had to get used to. I open the front door and glanced around the entrance hall. Thank goodness they're not home yet! At least I can have a couple of hours of peace to do my homework quietly. Music and band practises are the only things that keep me sane… When they start fighting I just turn on the stereo and forget about my crappy life following the lyrics of my favourite rock songs. Listening to that blasting loud music is like a painkiller, it makes me stop feeling… my soul gets numb and so does my heart. And I hate being numb, because being numb keeps you from getting hurt but also from getting touched. I need to feel loved, I need to be loved…

My room, always tidy and clean, reflects everything that I'm not. The decoration is still the same since I was 7: pink walls, white furniture, Barbies and Disney videotapes. Only my bass represents my true self. As I stare at my own image in the mirror I realize not much has changed… my dark brown hair is still the same, falling loosely over my shoulders, I still have the same tanned skin, the same chestnut eyes and my smile… my broad and sweet smile is still there. I smile a lot, even if I'm broken inside, even if my soul is torn apart. They say everything gets better when you smile… I've been smiling all my life and things are still shitty. It made absolutely no difference. But I keep smiling no matter what… That's what I'm supposed to do. To pretend I am the happiest girl in the world, to make everyone think my life is so damn perfect!

I'm trying to do my math homework. It's been 20 minutes and I'm still stuck in the same exercise. It's my worse subject and even though I try real hard to understand and like it, I just can't. It must be genetic or something… Math Phobia. I laugh at my silly thoughts and try to focus on the exercise. Ok, 48y plus -5x minus 22 is… Loud noises. Angry voices. They're home. 48y plus -5x… Cries. Broken glasses. I drop my pencil and cover my ears with my hands, desperately trying to block those sounds. I reach out for the stereo remote but instead I grab the math book and without thinking I run downstairs. Mum and dad don't even notice me passing by the living room and closing the front door with a loud bang. I walk down the street, not knowing exactly where my footsteps will lead me to…

Music might be the best thing in the world but Math is definitely the second best. I don't understand why people don't like it! It's so interesting, exciting and challenging! Pity our teacher set us such easy exercises. Suddenly the bell rings, I wonder who might be… my parents are both out on business trips and none of my classmates ever drop by to visit me.

"Katie?" I ask feeling quite surprised as I open the door.

"Hey Lawrence." She replies smiling softly at me as usual. Her eyes are puffed and bloodshot though like she had been recently crying. "Can I come in?"

I nod and step back to make room for he to pass. I have no idea why is Katie here… she seems quite upset although she's smiling but that can't be the reason of her presence, can it? She wouldn't come to me if she needed a shoulder to cry on. She would come to Summer or Tomika or Marta or any of her girlfriends, but not me. Nobody ever comes to me to talk about their problems… they find me too weirdo to understand their normal issues.

"Are you alright?" I ask with concern closing the door behind her.

She laughs weakly and looks at me.

"Yes, I'm fine… I'm… um… having trouble with our Math homework. And I thought, well, maybe you could help me since you're a numbers genius… if that's ok, that is… I don't want to bother you."

I know she's hiding something but instinct tells me not to make any questions or she might push me away.

"Of course I'll help you! I've just finished mine… let's go to my room."

I can help but blush as I say the last five words. I've never had a girl in my room, not even for mere study. My hands are all sweaty and my knees are getting slightly week. Come on Lawrence, you're just going to study Maths!

"Nice room!" Katie says looking around.

"Thanks. You can sit over here." I answer blushing again and pointing down at my work desk.

She sits down on my chair and I sit beside her on a small bench. As I open the book and start explain her how to do every single exercise, she leans towards me to have a closer look at the equations and our forearms brush together. The warm feeling of her arm next to mine is just wonderful!

An hour and a half later we are standing at my door way again and I'm feelings slightly disappointed that she has to leave so soon.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" I ask again rather boldly.

Katie nods and smiles sadly.

"I'd love to but I've go to go back home now… my parents will be worried."

"Ok…" I reply trying to cover my disappointment.

I was expecting her to go now but instead of turning to leave she steps closer to me and stares into my eyes.

"Lawrence?..." she whispers.

"Yes?..." I whisper back.

She just stares at me for a couple more seconds, then she slowly slips her arms around my neck and pulls me into a soft hug. My arms are limp on each side of my body but after the initial shock I wrap them carefully around her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder.

"Thank you…" she says quietly in my ear before pulling back and walking away.