A/N: Ha ha ha Louie girl, Henry and the monkeys are over here with me and we're having a huge party! YAY!!!! ***Rory***

Chapter 9:

Eyeball and I charged up to my room, kissing fiercely. I was afraid to open my eyes because I thought I'd get the feeling things were spinning. My room door slammed as I fell back onto my bed with Eyeball atop. I hated myself for enjoying time with him.

"Rory...'" Eyeball whispered. "I.... I think.... We.... Should..... Stop this...." He said between kisses, and I instantly stopped and slowly opened my eyes. I sighed heavily at my stupidity.

"It's just, I can't do this to Ace, ya know? He's my best friend... It just wouldn't be right..."

"Yeah... I guess you're right... It wouldn't be fair to Ace..." I said a made my away around him and walked into the bathroom.

I slammed the door, my eyes welling up with tears. I couldn't take it! I couldn't have Eyeball without hurting Ace, and I could never work up the courage to let Ace go. And the worst part is, I did this to myself. Why couldn't Eyeball have just kept his mouth shut?

My eyes flooded as tears dribbled down my cheeks. I should've taken Eyeball when I had the chance. And now, I had cheated on Ace with his best friend. I'm a horrible person.

Eyeball knocked on the door lightly.

"Rory." He said softly. "I'm going to head back to school now. I think that's best. Need a lift?" He said adorably.

"No." I called back, my voice drifting. He didn't say anything else, just left the house and went back to school.

I came out of the bathroom and saw Tabatha at my feet. I scooped her up in my arms and went into my room, slamming the door. I fixed myself and got up enough courage to head back to school. I walked for what felt like hours, but I didn't care.

When I got to school, there were about two classes left, and I decided to skip them both since Wendy was in one and Ace was in the other. Tears began to well up into my eyes, as I saw a figure walk fiercely behind me. It was Wendy rushing off somewhere, holding her face, and I knew I wouldn't be able to handle this day seeing anyone else.

I got up to leave when I saw Eyeball standing off in a distance. I walked to him slowly, with tears steaming down my face. He put his hands on my waist and stared into my eyes considerably.

And without another thought in my head, I suddenly kissed, right there, in front of the school. Who knows who was watching? Wendy, the Cobras, Ace? I couldn't care less about all that as our lips touched. When we released I took in a deep breath.

"Rory." Eyeball started, his voice stop. I couldn't handle another "I can't do this" speech, so I pulled away. A tear rolled off my cheek and I took off running towards the house.

I ran as fast as I could as my legs felt like weights put there to purposely drag me down. I was out of breath by the time I reached my front door. My head fell to the door immedently as I tried to catch my breath. I saw Eyeball's car heading my way and I bolted inside.

I scooped up Tabatha in my arms and sat at my windowsill on the edge of my seat watching Eyeball's every move.

He parked in front and went up to the door. Raising his head to knock, he shook his head and put it down and turned his back to the door. Then, as if reconsidering he turned back around to knock, and he did. One, twice, three times, he knocked and waited, but I wouldn't answer. Finally he quit and began walking back to his car.

He sat in his car for a minute or so, and then drove off back towards the school. I fell face first onto my bed in relief. What was I doing? Why was I making my life more complicated then it had to be?

I cried with Tabatha in my arms for a while, not coming out of my room. Wendy would be home soon. I locked my door and put on my Millie Smalls record to drown out my sobs. It was so loud that the only way you'd be able to hear me was if I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The muffled music echoed into each room but blasted clearly in mine. I heard the front door slam, and lowered the music to listen to the commotion downstairs.

I heard Wendy fiddle in the kitchen (omg, before I wrote chicken... help me.), probably feeding that dumb dog of hers. I heard her and another voice downstairs for a while, a long while. Then her footsteps bounced on the stairs as she went into her room and slammed the door harshly. I cranked the volume up again, awaiting a scream from Wendy about everything, not to mention the music.