Carter stood outside Abby's house, contemplating what he was about to do. He had thought it was a good idea when he left his house, but now he wasn't exactly sure. He was worried Abby might hate him after last night. He didn't want to upset her, or more importantly, upset their friendship.

"Here goes" he sighed as he knocked on the door.

"Ah…just a minute" he heard Abby call from inside. He listened as he heard her footsteps round the house. It sounded as though she was packing something up. Finally he heard them coming towards the door, making him step back a little.

She flung the door open, stuck for words when she saw who it was.

"Hey Abby."

"Hi" she said quietly, not really looking at him.

"I just…um…I just came to see if you were ok after last night." He said timidly.

"Yeah. I was going to call you about that actually." She moved aside, gesturing for him to come inside.

She sat on her sofa, and he sat beside her.

"Look about all that. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen…so I'm really sorry."

"Are you sorry that you did it, or sorry that you got caught?"

Abby raised her eyebrows at him, shaking her head. She was a little shocked at his question.

"Both"

He nodded, casting his gaze to the floor.

"I am really sorry Carter. If I could take it back you know I would."

She leaned closer to him, taking his hand, forcing him to look at her.

"So do you forgive me?" she asked, her eyes pleading with him.

"Yeah I forgive you. I know that I can't tell you what to do or whatever, I'd just rather that you wouldn't do stuff like that."

Abby nodded, squeezing his hand.

"So do you want a drink or something?" she asked, getting up off the couch. She then realized Carter was still holding her hand, staring at the band aids on her wrist.

"What happened to your wrist?" he asked, pushing the sleeve of her jacket up a little bit.

"Um..." she panicked inside. She had to think of something to cover this, and fast.

"Actually I burnt myself this morning. I was making breakfast for my brother, and I burnt myself on the toaster. Such a stupid thing to do" she said quickly, lying straight out to him. He, however, didn't seem to notice.

"You're an accident waiting to happen you know that?" he said grinning.

"Oh ha ha. You're so not funny!" she said back, sticking her tongue out at him.

"So am I getting this drink or what?"

"Only because I'm nice" she replied, walking to the kitchen.

'That was way too close' Abby thought to her self, getting the glasses from the cupboard.

-

"So you ready for another week of hell or what?" Abby said as Susan came out of her house on Monday morning.

Susan looked right past Abby, and continued walking.

"Susan. Suse come on." Abby said, chasing after her.

"Look I don't want to talk to you right now Abby."

"Yeah I know you don't, but please. I want to apologize ok. I was really horrible to you on Friday night and I want you to know that I'm sorry." Abby said pleadingly.

Susan stopped, turning to her.

"You were horrible. But I accept your apology." She said smiling.

Abby smiled back, hugging her best friend.

"So what did you do on the weekend?" Susan asked curiously.

"Trust me. You don't want to know. How was your weekend anyway?"

"Yeah not bad. Besides having the usual fight with my parents…."

Abby smiled to herself as she listened to Susan talk about her weekend. Things were back to how they should be. Susan kept talking all the way to school, and that's how Abby liked it. They said their goodbyes when they'd been to their lockers, and headed off to their first class.

Abby did however; make sure that her jacket sleeves were pulled down as far as they could go, so they were almost covering her hands. She'd almost forgotten that she'd need to keep her wrists covered from now on. She didn't want anybody asking her what they were, or why she had them. Truth be told, she was embarrassed by them. She didn't want people to know she had been hurting herself. She didn't want them to worry. She didn't want them to freak out.