"Something's wrong. Seriously wrong."

A/N: I believe that during this season, Matt's best friend, John Hamilton had asked his current girlfriend, Priscilla to marry him. She had said 'yes', so they were engaged. Well, when I origionally wrote this story, I had decided to have John and Priscilla as newlyweds...so without delay...

In John and Priscilla's apartment...

Shaving, in the bathroom, John heard the phone ring. Dropping his razor and tying his robe around him, he quickly ran to get the phone before the answering machine picked up.

"Click...Beeep!" the machine screeched. Too late. "Shoot," John muttered.

"Hi, you have reached 555-1977. We are unable to answer the phone right now, so please leave a message after the beep ..."

"You don't think Matt's trying to call you, do you?" Priscilla asked, as she grabbed a pillow and threw it over her head.

"No, at least I don't think so," John replied, sitting on the edge of the edge of the bed, waiting to hear who was calling.

"Beeeeep!" the answering machine screeched again.

"Matt? This is Shauna. Look, I know that we broke up awhile ago, but I could use a friend. Please, call..." As John listened, he sensed that Shauna had been crying. As he reached to answer the phone, Priscilla asked, in an irritable voice, "Doesn't she know that Matt doesn't live here anymore?"

"No, she lives in New York and she and Matt haven't kept in touch." Picking up the phone, "Shauna, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Matt, is that you?"

"No, this is John."

"Oh, can I talk to Matt?"

"I'm sorry, but he doesn't live here anymore. He moved back in with his parents. Besides, I think he's probably at classes or at work."

"Oh." Shauna became very silent.

"Shauna, Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." John could hear Shauna sniffle and take a deep breath before she continued, "I'm sorry I bothered you. Umm, I guess I'll call Matt's parents. Thanks."

"No problem. Are you sure o.k?" John asked, as he shifted in a more comfortable position.

"It's nothing, really. I just wanted to talk to Matt."

"Ok, well I hope you get in touch with him."

"Yeah, me too. Thanks. Bye."

"Bye" John slowly hung up the phone. Noticing the look upon John's face, Priscilla asked, "John, what's wrong?"

Laying down, and rolling over to face his newlywed, he sighed, "I'm not totally sure. Shauna and Matt had a pretty serious relationship awhile back. They broke up, shortly after she moved to New York."

"You think she wants to get back together with Matt?"

"No, I don't think so. Something tells me that it has to do with her family, and that's not good."

"What do you mean?" Priscilla gently pressed, as she ran her fingers through John's hair.

"I don't know everything, I just know from what Matt's told me, that Shauna's had a pretty rough life. For some reason, something inside of me says that something's wrong. Seriously wrong."

A few hours later...

As John walked into the university's library, he scanned the tables, looking for Matt. He quickly spotted him, sitting head buried in a mountain of papers and books, over in the far left corner. He quietly walked over and sat down in one of the old wooden chairs. As John placed his bookbag on the table, he noticed that Matt was furiously writing.

"Hey man, did you forget an essay paper or something?" he asked, jokingly.

Matt glanced up. "No, I'm just trying to keep my mind busy, so I don't blow up!" he muttered, angrily.

"Whoa! What's got you all fired up?" John asked, taken aback with his friend's reaction.

"My dad," Matt simply mumbled. Before his friend could ask any more questions, Matt asked, "Do you remember our English teacher/ Wildcats coach at Kennedy High?"

John nodded, "How could I forget, our living nightmare? Yeah, so what about him?"

Matt shifted in his chair as he continued, "Well, he was fired, awhile back for sexually harrassing, Mary and probably some other students too."

John continued to nod. "I remember. What's that got to do with your dad?" he asked.

"Well, apparently Mr. Koper's back to teaching English at Kennedy High. I don't know if he's coaching or not. And my Dad knew all along." Taking a deep breath, Matt continued, "Apparently, my Dad's been counseling the guy and believes he 'deserves another chance'."

John blew a soft, low whistle. "Wow, and you just found out?"

"Yeah, this morning." Matt glanced at his watch. Stuffing his papers and books into his backpack, Matt said, "Well, I better get going. Professor Ledbetter doesn't look kindly on tardiness." As he stood up, he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Oh Matt, before you go, I almost forgot the reason I came looking for you."

"Oh yeah, so what's up?"

As John stood, grabbing his bag, he replied, "Shauna called, asking for you."

Surprised and puzzled, Matt asked, "Shauna? Did she say what she needed?"

"No, just that she wanted to talk to you. But, Matt you should know that she sounded pretty upset."

"I wonder what's wrong?" Matt asked, looking worried.

"Yeah. Well, I told her to call your parents place, if she wanted to get a hold of you." John watched his friend's concern. Placing an hand on his friend's shoulder, "Hey don't worry, pal. She'll call you back."