Thanks for the good reviews on Ch.1! I really appreciate them.

Those br's were just an accident on my part, I'm sorry. I guess just ignore them.

The question about the coke, it really all depends on the person taking it, and their tolerance. I don't know what you think of the lines but they aren't that long or anything. Yeah, some people find that to be a lot, but a heavy user finds four lines to be nothing.

"You watch her an awful lot." Auggie said to Scott.

"Watch who?"

"Shelby Merrick."

"No, I don't." Scott answered trying to hide the truth, "I wasn't even looking at her."

"Who were you looking at then?" Questioned Auggie

"That brunette over there," Scott chuckled, "The one standing next to bleachers."

"Juliet?"

"I don't know her name. I was just looking at her."

"Oh okay" Auggie was caught off guard. He never expected a jock like Scott Barringer to go for a nice girl like Juliet. In Auggie's mind, no guy was good enough for her, especially not Scott. Scott felt he had to prove to Auggie that he hadn't been looking at Shelby, so he began to walk up to Juliet.

Juliet was standing at the bleachers with her friend Kat, a senior, and they were talking about Student Council Elections.

"Hey."

"Hi!" Juliet said in an overly cheery voice.

"I'm Scott."

"Yeah, I'm Juliet. It's nice to meet you."

"I was wondering, what are you doing Friday night?"

"Well I haven't thought about it yet. Why? What are you doing?"

"Well, I was hoping that I could ask you to go to the movies with me. Say, around 7?"

"Yeah! That sounds fantastic." Scott and Juliet exchanged phone numbers. Shelby, sitting at the far side of the bleachers, had noticed this. For some odd reason it bothered her. Scott was the asshole that sat next to her in Chemistry. She had never spoken a word to him, and didn't plan to.

Scott smiled at Juliet, and then glanced at Shelby. He had taken an unexplainable interest in her. Scott then picked up his books and got into his car and drove home.

Scott pulled up on the driveway of a beautiful, two storied brick home. He got out of his car and walked into the beautiful home. The house was decorated marvelously with flowers and works of art. Scott walked into the kitchen and went straight to the refrigerator. He opened it and took out a cold slice of pizza. As he was closing the door, his young, attractive stepmother, Elaine, was standing at his side. "How was school, Scotty?" Scott just shot her a hateful glance. His father had married Elaine only two weeks ago, and because of her he had to move to a new town, and have his pride stolen from him.

Over the next few weeks Scott had become the next big thing at Horizon High, the star quarterback leading his team to victory. He and Juliet were the all-American, ideal couple. Scott wore her like a badge of honor.

Shelby's life on the other hand, hadn't changed one bit. Every night she was either stoned or crying alone in her bed. Shelby woke up one Saturday morning, with an intense headache, and a growling stomach. She walked to the kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal. Jess was seated at the table; she looked at Shelby, and went back to reading her magazine. Shelby saw mornings like these as nothing but repetitive instances, her angry family never wanting to speak or even think about her. Jess and Shelby were once very close, but when Shelby ran away from home Jess never forgave her. Now Shelby was home, and had been for months, but Jess would still not speak to her.

"Why did you leave?" Jess blurted out. Shelby looked at her sister with sadness in her eyes. She could never answer that question to Jess, or to anyone. Jess was the only person in Shelby's life who she cared about.

"What's it matter Jess? I'm home now aren't I?" Shelby answered sarcastically. "You can't fucking expect me to answer a question like that. You guys are happier without me anyways, so I might as well leave again, huh?"

"I hate you Shelby. You're such a fuck up. You shouldn't have ever come back!" Jess stormed out of the room, nearly in tears. She and her sister fought like this all of the time now. Shelby continued eating her cereal as if nothing had happened. After Shelby had finished eating she went up to her room and got out of her pajamas, then put on jeans and a sweater. She put on a pair of Puma's and went out for a walk.

10 minutes into her walk, Shelby ran into the one and only, Scott Barringer. Scott was standing under a tree at the park near Shelby's house, smoking a cigarette. "Can I bum a smoke?" asked Shelby.

Scott looked at her and gave her a cigarette, without saying anything.

"You know, smoking is bad for your football." Shelby said to Scott in a coquettish manner.

"Yeah well, smoking's bad for your lungs."

"Well, maybe I'd like to die young."

"I thought so." Replied Scott, grinning. Silence swept over the two, as each of them was lost in their own thoughts. Scott was angry, and Shelby was confused.

"So what are you doing out here anyways?" Eventually, Scott broke the silence, "Its early, and its cold, not a lot of people's favorite place to be at."

Shelby looked at Scott and laughed. "I used to come here all the time when I was a kid and I don't know, I just come here to relax sometimes now." She answered, then pointed to the direction of her house, "I live right over there. So it isn't a long haul to get over here or anything. What about you? What's the super star doing out here?"

"It's the closest place I can walk to, to get away from my house." He replied, "I don't know many places to go in this town yet so I just come here."

"I can show you around you know." Shelby grinned.

"Yeah, I bet you can." Scott said rudely. Shelby looked at him thinking how typical that was of him. "I've heard about you, don't think I haven't."

"Oh really?" Shelby drew back, "Then why were you even talking to me? Being nice to me."

"Nice? I wasn't being nice to you."

"Then what were you trying to do then Scotty boy? Get to know a little more about this reputation of mine? Get a free feel?"

Scott winced at what Shelby had just called him. Nobody called him Scotty, except for his step mother. Every time he was called that it only reminded him of her, and how much he hated her. "You wish, whore."