A/N: Yay for having written four chapters in the three days I had to wait to submit stories. You won't be seeing any more at least a week after I upload this – I don't wanna spoil you guys!

Disclaimer: THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE!

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Two hours later, Phil walked to Keely's locker right before Algebra. "How was bio?" he questioned as he shifted his books to his left arm.

Neither of them seemed too keen on discussing the events in homeroom with each other, even though each of them thought they were the only ones who had been interrogated by their friends. Nevertheless, they both ignored previous events, both the kiss and the discussions that had followed thereafter.

Keely gave him a Look and turned to face him, her arms by her sides and standing perfectly straight like a grade-school girl performing for her teacher.

"Dust is ninety-five percent human skin tissue," she recited with a fake smile and a perky voice before turning back to her locker to retrieve her pink-paper-wrapped Algebra book from its depths.

"That bad, huh?" Phil sympathized.

With a disgusted look, Keely slammed her locker, causing several students to look curiously at her, no doubt with the gossip of the kiss on their mind. "Nothing to see here!" she yelled before rolling her eyes and making a face at Phil. "I am never going to touch dust ever, ever again."

Phil laughed and put a hand on her shoulder, making a mock concerned face and using a soothing voice. "And how does that make you feel, Miss Teslow?"

Keely finally laughed and brushed his hand away. "I'll get over it, Dr. Phil (A/N: HAHAHA!)," she chuckled.

"Well if it makes you feel better," Phil preached in the same tone, "in the future houses dust themselves."

"No… way!" Keely stopped walking and stared at her friend.

"Way," he nodded. "You should be used to the fact that a lot of things improve in the next one hundred and sixteen years! Now come on, we're gonna be late." He stepped ahead of her and walked toward the classroom. She, however, did not move.

Keely lifted her hand to touch where Phil had grabbed her shoulder. It was still warm there. After a second, she shouted, "Coming!" and hurried after him.

Or she tried to. She felt herself fall forward in slow motion, felt her legs crumple beneath her, felt the impact of her books on her stomach and arms, and felt her body smack the cold tile floor. Then… nothing.

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A/N again: Yes, I know, really short compared to the other one. More coming soon! CLIFFHANGER! DUDE! Über-smart people may be able to figure out why she passed out but don't spoil it for anyone else!