A/N - Chapter Two ALREADY? Wow, I'm surprising myself. Lol. Hahaha. Whatever. To those who are wondering whether A Change of Heart will ever be finished, it will be . . . Eventually. I have ideas for the last few chapters, but I don't know how to get there. So forgive me, I'll get inspiration one day.

Chinsky : Thanks a lot! You're right, the kidnapping bit has been a bit overused. But this story has quite a few conspiracies in it . . It'll be very fun to write. Hopefully you'll continue to like it. I'm having fun writing it.

I am not a chipmunk : Sorry if it was confusing . . . I tried to make it a little bit easier to understand in this chap. I just needed to rush into things so it didn't get boring before it started. Anywho, hopefully this chapter's better.

Nanners-77 : I really glad you like it! Keep reading!

Heartbreakerginny : Glad you like it! Here's more lol.

Erica stood still where Freddy had left her, seeming confused to those who passed, the poem still clutched in her hand. Inside however, she wasn't confused at all. Far from it, in fact : she was jubilant. She hid it very well beneath a sad and disquiet exterior. She'd had many years of practice, hiding her true feelings underneath. After all, this had been planned for ages.

She looked down at the note again. It was a beautiful sonnet. She'd done well that time. She almost wished she could have signed it, to prove that it was her work. She sighed and folded it up carefully, trying not to bend the words. She would publish it one day, but for now . . . She slipped the paper into her pocket.

There was work to be done.

Zack had never known true sorrow until she'd disappeared. The two of them were perfect together: Summer had said so, Dewey had said so . . . Heck, even Freddy had said so. And if Freddy said it, it must be true. He wasn't one to give out complements for nothing. Michelle and Eleni had used them as an example to other couples they were planning to hook up: "See? We hooked up Katie and Zack, and look how well they fit together!"

But for Zack, it was more than just being perfect together. They were a team. Playing together, writing together, hanging together; they'd always been close. But with a nudge or two in the right direction from the 'Matchmakers', they brought close to an all new, frightening, level.

New feelings suddenly blossomed in his mind and heart. He found it hard to be away from her, even harder to be near her without touching her, hugging her, holding her hand. She'd been drawing him on forever, it seemed, without realising, but he had been determined to get her. And, finally, he had.

The whole band rejoiced when they announced their coupling, as if it was some major event that meant world peace or something. Summer's eyes had shone with tears as she sobbed: "I knew it! See, Jones, didn't I tell you they were meant to be together?"

Freddy, confused as always when around Summer, had nodded absently. "Yeah, yeah . . . that's right." Then he'd come over to Zack while Summer was attacking Katie with an enormous hug. "What did I just agree to?" Laughing, Zack had told him. Ever since, he'd been waiting to see Michelle and Eleni read the clues and put the dear band manager and drummer boy together.

But now they'd never have a chance.

Katie had gone, just gone. She hadn't shown up for practice for three days in a row, and all of them had gotten worried. Zack, scared as hell for what had happened to his girl, his Posh, his darling Katie, was ready to scream in frustration. She wasn't at school, she wasn't at home, she wasn't anywhere.

And then the notes had come. Each day, a new one, a different form of poem, a different clue. A different way to wrench out his heart. Zack wouldn't stand it. He couldn't stand it. He was going to get Katie back . . .

And he would kill the one who took her.

As for Freddy, he was out in the sunlit courtyard of the first-rate highschool for the rich (a.k.a. Horace Green Prep High), thinking. It was a rare occasion. He'd spent many hours out here, skipping classes, drinking, smoking, but never thinking. He'd sat here with Summer once, trying to learn how to divide algebraic equations, but not managing to think of anything except the way her hair fell into her eyes as she read. His mind had been blank as the cloudless sky above him when she looked into his eyes. She'd asked him the answer . . . Five times.

"Freddy? Are you all right?" He hadn't been able to stop himself. He'd leaned forward, taking her chin in his hand, her arms sliding around his neck, their lips connecting . . .

He shivered and stood up. He couldn't stay there, where her presence was as evident as the too-green grass.

"Where the hell are you, Tink?" He whispered.

A/N - Just to let you know, all these chapters are going to be quite short. It's easier this way. Thanks everybody!