Ah, I see no one noticed the little twist in the last chapter! Oh well, all will be explained of course (maybe not in this chapter, but if you keep reading, everything unfolds).

Enjoy!

Chapter Seven

Mom didn't let me walk to school alone today. She walked with me. I told her I'd be okay, and I promised not to be a jackass and run off again…but she didn't believe me.

"Do you need me to come inside the school too?" She asked, as soon as my new ugly school was in view.

"No, its okay mom, I can manage." I said.

"And you'll be alright?" She asked.

"Yeah, I promise." I reassured her. She was so apprehensive now because of what happened yesterday. I told her a gazillion times I'd be alright. She was so overprotective. But it showed she cared. And I appreciated that – a lot.

My mom stood there, and a few students from the schools stared at me. I didn't really care. She was my mom. If she didn't look after my ass, who would?

I made my way into the school, and into the hallways, and located my locker. Tyson was there, along with Hilary and everyone else. I don't think this was the best time to say sorry. I watched until everyone left except Hilary and Tyson doing their thing of course, and then Hilary left for her English class. Tyson was in the process of cramming a few more books in his locker. This was a good time to apologize…I hope.

I walked up to his locker. He didn't seem very angry by my presence. Maybe he was a 'forgive and forget' kind of person.

"Hey Tyson, listen, about yesterday," I searched for the right words. Too bad my vocabulary sucked. "I'm really sorry. I wasn't thinking."

I waited for him to say something. He didn't say anything though…

Normally, I don't say sorry – normally, guys don't say sorry. But this time I crossed the boundary. I felt bad. And I knew what I did was wrong. And since I realized I was wrong, I have to apologize.

"Are you listening?" I asked. "I'm sorry." A few people in the hall looked at us like we had just broken up and we were making up now. Stupid dicks in Toronto. I don't get it – people in B.C. are really nice and sensitive. Over here, people just don't give a fuck.

He slammed his locker shut and walked down the hallway to get to his math class.

"Tyson! Look, I said sorry!" I followed his. "It was an accident!" The bell rang, and I realized I'd be late for class if I kept following him. I gave up, and ran off to my English class.

For the past thirty minutes, we've been analyzing sonnets. What was there to analyze? Honestly…it was just a bunch of gay words that made no sense at all. I pretended to do some work by highlighting every other line.

"Kai, what happened yesterday?" Hilary asked me as soon as the teacher left the classroom to make a few photocopies of handouts she was going to give us for homework.

"Nothing." I said. At least she was talking to me. I was surprised.

"Everyone was worried."

"I know." I said. Wasn't she mad at me for almost killing her boyfriend?

"Listen," She said. She placed her hand on mine – and it felt weird. Was everyone else watching? I hope not. "We can talk about everything at lunch if you want."

I moved my hand away, because even though I really liked her, it just didn't feel right. She was Tyson's, not mine.

"And we can talk about everything alone." She added. I'm not sure I want her to know everything. I suddenly had the feeling Tyson didn't tell her about the fight yesterday. If something ever happened to me, like this, Leslie would get pretty angry at the guy…

After the really strange English lesson today, I had physics…and it sucked, because we were told to get into groups of two for a project, and Tyson went off with some guy named Ravi, who was on my basketball team. He was Indian. He was a pretty cool guy, and a pretty decent basketball player.

Since I knew no one else in the class, Mr. Earl partnered me up with Elaine, which I believe is Aidan's girlfriend.

"So what's your name again?" She asked me, as she started writing her name in purple ink on a line piece of paper.

"Kai."

"Um, yeah, okay I'll call you Kyle." She said like she didn't care. I don't think she did. She wrote 'Kyle' on the paper beside her name. "So you know what you're doing, right?"

"What?"

"You know what we have to do for this project, right?" She asked again.

"I think." I said.

"Go ask the teacher then, god." She said. God, this bitch has attitude. I went up to Mr. Earl, asked him everything I needed to ask him, and came back to the bitch.

I started working on the questions for the project without her consent, because if she didn't care, neither did I. I was getting sick of everyone around me. They just needed to piss off or something.

"What are you doing?" She shrieked.

"What does it look like?" I rolled my eyes.

"Use this pen!" She snatched the pencil out of my hand, and handed me a pink pen. Ew.

"We're going to type this up on the computer anyway, so it doesn't matter." I said. "This is the rough copy."

"At least write it neatly. You write like a dog." She said, this time grabbing the paper and pen away from me at once. "You talk, I write."

"Okay…" I read out the question. Then I told her the answer, and told her to write it in her own words.

"What do you want me to write?"

"Write what I said." I told her. She's so dumb…

The entire physics class went like this. We kept dissing each other up, but I lost, because I don't know…girls are a millions times better at cussing…

"We'll meet in the morning tomorrow." She said, stuffing her pencil case and binder into her bag.

"Um, sure." I said. She told me to meet her by her locker, and I didn't have a problem with that, so everything was settled. I was going to go to my locker when class was over, but Hilary came by.

"So we're going to the back of the school, right? On the bleachers?"

"Why?" I asked.

"So we can talk…" She said.

"Maybe later." I told Hilary, even though I really wanted to talk to her.

"Oh come on." She tried to force me.

"But – "

"You'll feel better." Okay, so she managed to convince me in the end because I found myself following her to the back of the school, straight to the bleachers.

There were quite a few people out in the field, mostly dominated by all the sexually active niners in our school. It was very disturbing…I saw this one girl, licking a guys ear. I think I just lost my appetite.

"So tell me everything, Kai." She said as soon as we reached our destination.

"Um, I don't now where to start." I said. I really didn't. I assumed she knew about the fight. I don't know why she wasn't mad at me.

"Start from the beginning." She suggested. Well gee, no duh…

"Okay, well after the fight, I kind of just – "

"What fight?" She interrupted.

"The fight…"

"You got into a fight? Are you okay?" I couldn't believe she didn't know…

"I'm fine." I said.

"With who?" She asked, and I felt so scared. "That's funny; Tyson didn't mention anything about a fight."

"Well, that's because…" I didn't know whether to tell her the truth or not. I mean, it was bad enough that Tyson wasn't talking to me. I didn't want Hilary to avoid me as well. I'd feel so alienated. I like her so much; it would completely crush me if she ignored me. I think I'd just…break.

I never knew I was this sensitive. I've never cried over a girl before. I mean, I was a bit upset after I broke it off with Leslie, but four hours after we broke up, I was at the movies with my friends, which proves I got over her pretty fast.

"Because what?" She questioned.

"Because I had a fight with Tyson." I spilled. "And I'm really sorry. I know you're going to be really mad at me, but I'm sorry. I didn't know why I did it; I was just so angry, I couldn't help it. It could've been anyone." I tend to speak really fast when I'm nervous. I don't think she understood anything I said. She stared at me in utter confusion – I think it was confusion, why else would she be staring at me?

"With Tyson? My Tyson?" She asked.

"Yeah." I said. There was a moment of silence. It felt like time without end.

"He didn't tell me…" She said finally. She looked hurt. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"What? Of course not. I almost killed him. He didn't do anything. It's my fault." I told her, taking the full blame, because it was my fault. I can't just expect Tyson to know things about my sister. Those two don't even know each other except the fact that Meg is pretty tight with his brother.

There was another dramatic pause. God, I really hated those.

"Why did you guys get into a fight?" She asked. Great – now what do I tell her? Fuck!

"I asked about something, and he didn't tell me, so I got mad."

"What did you ask him?"

"Something…"

"Is it private?"

"Yes." I said.

"You can tell me, you trust me, right?" She grabbed my hand and held it tightly. It felt good, but also uncomfortable.

"I do, but it's really personal." I said, hoping she'd stop asking me because I just couldn't say no to her.

"I won't tell anyone."

"It's about my sister. I don't think she'll be too happy if I start talking about her."

"Oh, Megan…" I watched her exhale loudly. "We used to be really good friends…"

"What? You and my sister? Really?" It seemed so hard to believe.

"Yeah." She said, looking out, beyond the school's field. "But then, I don't know, she started getting all jealous when I started dating Tyson, and she'd always want to go outside with us when we were going to go out on dates, and I let her come a few times, and then one day, I like told her not to come, because you know, we were going out on dates, so we could be alone, because that's the point." She said. "And Tyson started to feel uncomfortable, because like, we couldn't even you know, kiss. Anyways, so then Megan got like, really angry, and she started calling me everyday, it was like she was totally obsessed with me!"

"Wait, so she's jealous of you? Or…Tyson?"

"She hates Tyson."

"So you're saying Megan's a – you know – lesbian?" Now that would be news to me.

"Yeah! Duh!"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! Would I lie? Like seriously, Kai."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing – my sister was a lesbian…and I didn't know. It's not that I'm homophobic – I just never expected someone from my family to be homosexual, especially Megan. I mean, yes, I admit I kind of have a problem with my sister being…different…I don't want her to be a lesbian.

Maybe mom was homophobic; she had a problem with Meg because she was 'different'. Sure I'd feel a bit weird around Megan now, but she's still my sister, and I guess I'm going to have to cope with it.

"Has she ever, you know, dated other girls before?"

"Not that I know of, but I can't be too sure. She probably has."

I don't know about you, but two girls making out…is kind of a turn on for me…back in B.C., there used to be this couple, Susan and Ashley – me and my friends would sometimes skip class just to see them in action. Hey, I'm not perverted or anything…

But then again, I guess it would be a bit strange to see my own sister make out with another girl. Oh well.

The rest of the day was fucking boring. I had to take so much overhead notes for chemistry, and in math class, we had a pop quiz, which I think I did okay on.

I had basketball practice after school again, which was fine because I really felt like shooting a few hoops. Again, Elaine was there, waiting by the sidelines like a cheerleader (except she wasn't cheering, and she didn't look very happy either) for her dick of a boyfriend, Aidan.

Coach told us to split off into teams of three, and face each other. He picked Aidan as one captain and me as the second. I just couldn't believe coach trusted me so fast.

Anyways, since Aidan and I were on different teams (just for practice), isn't it a coincidence how we kept body checking each other so hard, that we both ended up falling down and scraping out knees a few times? We were literally playing one-on-one, ignoring our other teammates. Coach kept yelling at us, telling us to pass the ball, but we didn't listen.

In the end, the score was…dun, dun, dun…a tie. I wanted to win, but I have to admit, Aidan was pretty tough. I bet if coach never blew the whistle, calling it off for the day, he'd win.

I don't know. I got really tired; he didn't even break into sweat.

I walked home – alone. I heard screaming coming from my house, just like the other day. Mom and Meg have a lot of issues, and I think they need some counseling to help their ass from bouncing off the walls and such.

But wait…my mom's car was not in our driveway, which meant she wasn't home, which meant…

…my sister was in trouble!

I ran to the house quick, and I was a bit surprised to find out the front door was unlocked. I stepped into the house, and this time, unlike last time, the house didn't fall into silence upon my presence.

I watched as two men, dressed in white, tried to hold my sister down, and there was another women who had a bottle in her hands, with some kind of liquid medication.

"What are you doing!" I pushed one of the men away from her. I kicked the other one, making him let go of my sister. Right away, my sister hid behind me. "Who are you!"

"This must be Kai." The woman said quietly. "Her son."

"Is he…also…you know…" One of the men said, getting up.

"No. He's normal."

"Kai, your sister needs to take her medication." The taller man confronted me.

"What medication? My sister's fine!"

"Please move." He said. I didn't. Then he grabbed me, and he was actually very strong. He managed to hold on to me. "He's getting in the way. Should we put him down for a while?"

"I think so." The woman said. She suddenly got out a needle. I wasn't scared of needles, I've tried it before, and when the cops caught me, I was in complete shit, but this time I'm scared – what if it's something they're using to try to kill me? I don't want to die…I mean, I do want to die, but not like this…

I struggled to get free. "Let go!" I yelled.

"Please calm down, son. It won't hurt a bit." The man said. He pinned me down on the floor.

I tried to kick him, but I couldn't. Suddenly, I heard the man scream, and quickly let go of me. I rolled away, and looked at the man. My sister had tackled him down, and she pulled his hair hard, yanking his head back. I couldn't believe she just saved me.Just as I was about to help her back, the other man pushed me against the wall. The woman came by fast, and lifted up my shirt a bit, right by the side.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled. Then, she literally stabbed me with the needle on the side. Within a few seconds, I started to feel a bit lightheaded, kind of like those head rushes I get in the mornings sometimes. I felt myself hit the ground, and I have no idea what happened after that…I think I died…

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R and R! Thx to alllllllllllll my reviewers! I will mention you all in the next chapter, because to be honest...I'm supposed to do my math homework right now. Don't ask me how I ended up on the computer.