Crap! Everything in chapter 3 came out in italics! What the fuck…hope that didn't bother you guys, because it sure bothered me. I can't read stories in italics (you know, how sometimes some authors put on a gigantic ass long story which is only written in italics…or a looooong flashback written in italics…). Sorry guys. I'll fix that up (if I have time, lol), but for now…here's chapter 4!

Chapter Four

1 WEEK LATER-

"I bombed that test! I swear!" Tyson complained about his stupidity as we walked down the hallway, going to our next class. We had just written a physics test, which I have to say, wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be.

"You probably got like an 80 per cent, and you're complaining. What a jackass." Ray said.

Over the week, I had learned that Tyson was one of those people who couldn't handle getting anything below a 90 average – and if they did, then they'd totally kill themselves, or in this case, rant about their idiocy. I was still surprised. He was a total geek, I'm serious. He was geekier than a girl!

Yet, he still had time for Hilary, for friends, for soccer, for his band, and that party last weekend.

Ray's parents were out of town, so you could image what happened. People who we didn't even know showed up at his house. I didn't drink though, because, I just didn't want to. Tyson however – as much as I hate to repeat the story – started streaking…yes…in the middle of the streets, he was half naked. It was embarrassing, but funny at the same time. Now he tells me he doesn't remember doing that - obviously not since he had like, seven bottles of Blue Light.

His mom never found out since I got him home from the back door of his house. Hilary, conversely, wasn't too pleased to hear about her boyfriend running down the streets of downtown in his Toronto Maple Leafs boxers. She gave him one long ass lecture during lunch the other day about why it's wrong (very wrong) to run down foreign streets in his undergarments. He promised not to do it again, but I think he was crossing his fingers.

What I'm saying is Tyson is one of those stereotypical geeks from Canadian high schools who have time for school and fun. Trust me, we have a lot of those in Canada (or at least I've met many).

I don't, sadly. I can't do two at the same time. But I am proud to say that, my physics mark is pretty high. Okay, it's only a seventy-something. But I'll get there, and I plan on getting higher than Tyson. And considering I'm the new student, and I managed to catch up in only a week is pretty astounding. I guess what motivates me is the fact that he can get a higher mark and I can't. But it's possible. I'll beat him. I know I can.

About Hilary – she gets hotter as each day passes, and I'm literally going 'crazy'. Of course, if Tyson finds out, he'll strangle me, and then throw my lifeless body off the bridge and into the lake, which is why I haven't told anyone. Besides, I'm not sure if I like Hilary, or if I just think she's super hot like Cameron Diaz.

But I think about her all the time. Even when I'm at home doing my homework, even when I'm eating dinner and it totally kills me to see her with Tyson all the time.

But sometimes, I feel really guilty. How can I be doing this to my own friend? I shouldn't even talk about Hilary this way, because she's Tyson's property (for now, until they break up, which I'm guessing is pretty soon because high school relationships don't last). But even if they break up, within the school year, I'm not sure if I can be with her, because…it's just not right to date your friend's ex.

Anyways, Megan hasn't talked to me at all (because she's a bitch). That's okay, because I sort of got sick of running after her. I've decided to leave her alone. I don't really care anymore. She can suck on monkey balls.

Nonetheless, I am staying after school for her field hockey game, because Dylan's staying, and that's why Tyson's staying, and because of him, Hilary's staying, so I wanna stay too. I've never seen Megan play in an actual game before, but I've seen her during practice sometimes. Everyone on the team is a really good player. They each have a position they are really good at.

For example, Megan's got the best drive (in terms of field hockey, don't go thinking dirty), but she totally sucks at defense.

The team's goalie is really good too. I've heard our school's field hockey team hasn't lost a game yet. Hopefully that won't change, but even if it does, I don't think I'll care.

I finally got to English class, and Hilary was already there.

"Guess what?" She looked bummed about something.

"What?" I took a seat, and picked up a pencil I found on the floor since I didn't have one. I always end up losing my pencils and pens and everything. I lost most of the sheets and handouts from my classes. Oh well.

"We have a quiz." She sighed. "I heard from the other classes."

"A quiz on what?" I asked. I wasn't prepared. If it was on that Shakespeare book, I'd flunk, because I haven't even read the first sentence or whatever from that book.

"On Act II." She answered. Yep. I was definitely going to fail. Then I realized she was looking at me – as in, staring at me, and that made me feel uncomfortable. Was everyone else watching? "You have really nice eyes."

"W-what?"

"Your eyes, they're a really nice colour." She repeated.

I guess what completely threw me off guard was the fact that the comment was so random. We were just talking about the English pop quiz, and then this hits me in the face all of a sudden, like an old man getting hit in the face by a rolled up newspaper. Okay, bad metaphor, I know.

I'm surprised I know what metaphor means…

Anyways, I don't know what to say – a thank you would be nice.

"Are they contacts?" She went on.

"No." I said. My eyes are dull and ugly, and weird. Maybe she was just making fun of me, and I was too gullible to understand.

She grinned, "Liar."

"I swear!" I raised my hands in defense. Maybe she was just joking around. I couldn't assume that she liked me or something just because she made a comment about my eyes.

"They're natural, really?"

"Yeah, I'd let you touch them, but then you'd poke me in the eye, and that would hurt." I told her. She tittered. Our conversation died as Ms. Beal entered the class with a stack of papers in her hands.

"Clear your desks! Pop quiz!" She yelled. The quiz made no sense to me; it probably would have if I read the book. The only thing I wrote on my quiz was my name – hopefully I'd get a mark for that. The rest of my paper remained empty. Within twenty minutes, the teacher had collected every student's quiz.

"How'd you do?" Hilary asked as she turned around in her seat.

"Bad."

"It was so easy!" She said. I kept shut. Class was over, and it was finally lunch time – I was starving, I'm not even kidding. I was finally able to tell mom I was a vegetarian, and she apologized so many times, that even I felt bad.

During lunch, we all sat in one large circle – it reminded me of kindergarten, and the time when I was forced to play spin-the-bottle on my eleventh birthday. The only difference now was, we were just talking.

"So is everyone going to semi-formal?" Miriam asked. Everyone nodded, except me. I wasn't sure, because I didn't know if I wanted to go or not. "You're not going, Kai?" She asked. I shrugged.

"Why not, man?" Brooklyn placed his can of Coke on the ground. "It's gonna be fun."

"And you don't have to have a date." Hilary added.

"I know, but it'll be a waste of time." I half-lied. I really wanted to see Hilary in some fancy dress and all, and have a good time, but I don't think I was capable of having a good time at this point in my life.

"Don't be a fag, man! There's food, there's music, and mad hot babes." Ray said, summing up basically everything expected at the semi. During this week, I also learned that Ray liked girls. No, I mean really like girls. He had a gazillion porno mags stashed up under his bed.

"I'll think about it. Meg's going." I said. By now, everyone knew everything about me and the situation at home.

"So?" Tala said. "It's not like your sister's gonna hang with us or anything during semi."

"I guess." I said. Now I really wanted to go, but I don't know if that was the best idea.

"So why are you staying after school, Hilary? I thought we'd go shopping together. They have a huge sale at Sirens." Miriam said.

"I'm staying after school with Tyson." Hilary said.

"Why?" Brooklyn asked.

"Because my keys forgot to come with me to school, and Dylan's got his pair of keys, but that dick won't let me have them so I can't go home, which means I gotta stick around after school with him, 'cause he's watching the field hockey game." Tyson explained.

"You're blaming your fault on the keys?" Tala asked.

"Yes…" Tyson said. "Anyone else wanna stay?"

"I'll stay." Ray said. "Have you checked out the chicks' field hockey skirts? They're like this short." He seemed pretty excited, and hopefully, he wasn't talking about my sister. Then I'd have to kill him, of course.

"What a pervert." Miriam rolled her eyes.

Lunch ended soon, and I headed off to chemistry class – which was absolutely boring. I don't think anyone paid attention in class, including me. I mean, who cares about hydrogen bonding with carbon or whatever? And do I really give a fuck about the periodic table of elements? Of course not.

Then along came math class…it was boring, but at least I did my homework. I knew everything in this class because I had a tutor over the summer, and I already knew that 'x' was equaled to negative six, and that 'f' of 'x' is this or that.

Finally it was time to go home – or watch my sister's game, rather.

"Fuuuuck. I can't find my French book." Tyson complained as he rummaged through the ever-so messy locker. Well, it wasn't exactly messy, it was just really crowded since me and Hilary also shared the locker with him. At times like these, I felt like I was interfering with their relationship, because to me (note: this is a bad example), I feel like the locker is their house, and I'm the guy living in their basement, being all nosey and stuff. "Oh wait, here it is!" He grinned as he grabbed it and stuffed it in his bag. He took French only because it would boost up his average mark in the end, since he was French. I practically flunked French. He had math and physics, and a spare – you know, where you don't have a class. That meant, sometimes he got an early leave, or sometimes he got a late start for school, or sometimes he could just go home for lunch. Lucky bastard…

We both got out of the school, knowing Hilary, Dylan and Ray were saving us seats for the game. When we got there, I wasn't too surprised that the fans were mostly guys, from our school. Like Ray said, the chicks' skirts are like this short!

They were so short, they probably didn't deserve to be called skirts, they were more like underwear or something, I swear. Even Meg had it like that, but personally, I think all the girls did it on purpose for the lovely male audience here.

We spotted Ray and the others on the bench, and right away, I could tell Ray was having a good time – checking out the girls. Dylan didn't really care; I could tell he was just waiting for the game to begin. Hilary just kept her eyes on the field. I took a seat beside Ray, and Tyson took a seat beside Hilary, obviously.

I watched the field hockey players. They were all in uniform, with their field hockey sticks, doing a few warm ups. Their goalie was just standing around. The other team hadn't arrived yet.

The only girl on the field who stood out the most was Megan, and I think that was because I 'knew' her.

She had her tied up, but had wisps coming out from here and there because her hair was so short. Did she even know I was here watching her game? Probably not.

Within a few minutes, the other team had arrived, and the game had begun. It was pretty boring in first fifteen minutes or so, but then it got interesting.

One girl from our team got hit in the head with a ball. She did start crying, and needed plenty of ice, and was okay after a while, but was restricted to play for the rest of the game by the coach.

Another girl got into a fight with another girl from the opposing team, which result them to be kicked out for the rest of the game.

"Hey Kai, you're sister's not bad." Tyson commented. "She's fast."

"She would have been faster," I sighed, "if she'd quit smoking." I know I probably shouldn't care about Megan, but I wasn't too happy about my sister making the wrong choices. I was sort of like a reflection of my sister, and she was a reflection of me – we both represented each other. She represented me in the bad way of course.

If someone came up to me, and told me about my sister, and how smart she was, and how honest she was, and how polite she was, it would automatically make me feel happy.

That wasn't going to happen any time soon.

"When'd she start?" I asked.

"When she was thirteen." Dylan answered. "She tried to quit. I guess it was just peer pressure or something. Mom would kill me if she ever caught me smoking." He sounded like a five year old for mentioning his mother, because I was so used to him and his independency.

"Does my mom know?" I asked.

"Yeah." Dylan answered. "She took Meg to counseling and stuff and in the end – "

"It would have been a lot better if you just gave me the keys so I could fucking go home, dick." Tyson interrupted the conversation as he looked at his younger brother.

"Fuck off." The blonde boy said as he turned his attention back to the game. Every time I would start a nice conversation about my sister with Dylan, Tyson would cut us off, and I was getting pretty angry, but I didn't say anything.

Throughout my days in Toronto, I've also learned that Hilary and Megan were rivals ever since the brunette moved into the area, which was about six and a half years ago. Hilary hated my sister's guts, and my sister would murder Hilary if cops didn't exist. Yeah, that's how badly they hated each other, and I still don't know why…women and their issues…

"What counseling?" I asked. This time, I decided to keep asking questions.

"You know, just counseling. Your mom took Megan to get some help. Obviously though, it didn't work." Dylan said.

"Does my mom even care about her anymore?" I asked. At home, Megan and mom don't talk at all. On occasion, mom would ask Megan how school was, and she'd answer the same way every time: 'It sucked.' And then she'd walk up to her room, and shut her door, and then come out for dinner.

She's usually on the phone, and sometimes comes downstairs to watch TV. Sometimes we sit on the same couch, but on different ends, and we watch the same thing. Last night, we were watching Fear Factor while mom was making dinner. During the commercials, she'd bite her nails, and I would try to talk to her by asking questions such as 'Do we have school tomorrow?' on a Monday, even though I know we have school the next day. She'd just ignore me. I feel like I don't exist when I'm around her, and it makes me feel like I'm in a dream or something.

I practically know everything about her: her birthday, her favourite colour, her favourite TV show, her favourite food, and everything else. She weighs 115 pound, and her jeans size is a two. Yes, I even know the information I'm not supposed to know. Oh, and she's also a Virgo and she doesn't get along with Aquarius guys. Thank god I'm not Aquarius…according to some shit I was reading when I got bored, Virgos get along very well with Gemini's, which is funny because…I am a Gemini.

She probably doesn't even know my name…

"I don't think so." Dylan answered. "She gave up. I would too. Meg's out of the question." He exhaled loudly.

I felt so angry at mom. I don't think she cares about her at all. If Meg died, would she cry? She'd probably cry in front of me just to show she cared. But then again, I probably shouldn't talk about what I don't know. Maybe mom was just hurt. I couldn't just be on Megan's side all the time.

The game was over by 5 PM. We all ended up walking home together, yes, even Megan, but she sort of walked ahead of us with Dylan and two other girls from her field hockey team.

I think they were talking about the game, and then they started talking about sex. Don't ask. And then they finally changed the subject and talked about The Lord of the Rings.

I focused my attention of what Ray was saying.

" – so are you guys going?" He asked.

"Where?" I asked.

"To the show, dumb ass." He said. "My cousin's band is performing. Tickets are only fifteen bucks."

"I don't know. Probably not." I said. It was an honest answer, because I didn't feel like going. I was really tired today. I just wanted to go home and sleep.

"I can't go either. I have to catch up in math. I've been slacking off." Tyson said.

"That sucks ass." Ray said.

"I know, especially since I made a promise to mom." He said. He had told me about the promise. He had sworn to get good marks this year, and attend university. Apparently, he was a major slacker in grade nine and ten, and even ended up failing a few courses (such as science and grade ten history). Kind of hard to believe…

Me and Meg finally reached home, and she stood like two feet away from me while I was unlocking the door. Mom was probably outside, because the car wasn't in the driveway.

"Good game today." I said. As if she didn't hear me, she walked up the stairs, and into her room, and shut the door. I slipped my shoes off, and threw my bag on the couch, and myself, and turned on the TV. I flipped the channels, looking for something good. The Simpsons' was going on, but I was getting kind of bored of that show. I've watched almost all the episodes with dad.

I watched it anyway since nothing else was going on. It was the episode where there was this babysitter for Bart, Lisa, and Maggie, and then when Homer was going to drop the babysitter at home, he noticed a piece of candy stuck to the babysitter's ass, so he like pulled it off, and the babysitter thought he was some kind of pervert. Pretty boring…if you've watched that episode seven times already. After the show, I realized I was almost falling asleep on the couch. I got up, stretched and yawned and planned to go upstairs to my room and get some rest. I walked by the kitchen table and noticed a box on the table. I looked on the top, and there was a small label. It had my name on it, and my new address.

I wanted to open it, but I wasn't sure if I should open it without mom's permission…but it was addressed to me. Before I could make a choice, I had already caught myself opening the cardboard box.

I grabbed whatever was inside of it, and pulled it out. Oh my god…

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