A/N: Sorry everyone about all the typos in the first chapter. I'm writing on WordPad, and it doesn't have spell check, so I'm trying my best to spell correctly. Thank you everyone for all the excellent reviews! When I first read them, I was bouncing off the walls, because I was so glad you all liked the first chapter. Anyways, I'm going to try to update at least every 1-2 weeks. In the chapters from now on, I'm going to try to switch in and out of Sydney and Vaughn's point of views occasionally, without telling you. You guys have to tell me if this works for, okay? If it's confusing, please tell me. I hope you guys like this next chapter, I worked really hard on it! PLEASE REVIEW! Word of warning: this chapter has a lot of swearing.

Mr. Jason repeated himself, "Michael, you can sit next to Sydney. No one is in that seat."

What a coincidence, I was just thinking about my ex-boyfriend Michael. Small world.

Then I heard Francie gasp, so I looked behind me to see why. Her mouth dropped three feet. But I didn't know why. Maybe she thought this Michael guy was totally hot. I didn't know, I hadn't seen him yet. Fran, you have a boyfriend too. Remember Will?

I turned around to see what this new guy looked like.

"Hey," he says with a sweet smile.

It wasVaughn.

Shit.

Wow.That wasawkward.

Say something Syd.

"Uh, hi," that's original. What else was I supposed to say?

"Syd, I think we need to talk," Vaughn said, gently seating himself in the seat next to me. Thank you Captain Obvious!

"Michael, what is there to talk about?" I asked, quickly changing to a harsh attitude. Really, there wasn't much to talk about. He left for France, and left me here, end of story. Neither of us can change what he did. I still can't believe he's here.

"It wasn't supposed to be like-"

"So, how was your little trip to France, Michael?" I cut him off. Wow. I'm such a bitch. I'm even calling him Michael, he hates that; and I know it.

"Sydney, Michael, is there a problem with this seating arrangement?" Mr. Jason inquired from the front of the class room.

I was about to say there was, a problem with the arrangement, but Michael beat me to it.

"No, sir. Sydney was just catching me up on the lesson," Vaughn replied. I just stare at him in disbelief. Mr. Jason bought it, because he continued to take attendence.

"Michael, would you like to take this to the office?" Mr. Jason asked him, holding out the attendence form.

"Sure," Michael said, getting up from his seat, making his way to the front of the room.

"Maybe you should take Sydney with you, so you don't get lost," Mr. Jason said.

Before I could object, Mr. Jason started class. So I got up from my seat, and walked out the door. Vaughn was waiting for me in the hall. I grabbed the attendence sheet from his hands, and walked down the hall. Of course, he followed me. The office was all the way in the third building. We were in building seven. This would be an awkward ten minute walk.

"And on our left, you will see Ms. Twellman's biology class," I said, pointing my finger to the left. Boy, did I sound corny. "Do you have your class schedule with you?" We both stopped in the middle of the hall. I had to know what classes he had.

"Yeah," Vaughn said, pulling his schedule from the butt pocket of his jeans and handing it to me. He always put stuff in his butt pocket.

I scanned the crumpled piece of paper to see if we had anymore classes with each other. How ironic. We both had all the same classes with each other, except he has English with Mr. Donovan. I have English with Mr. Beasley. I see that he has Ms. Simons with me fourth period. Ha! He will never survive the torture in Ms. Simon's World Studies class.She treats all her students like dogs. Not really, but she doesn't cut them any slack. The only reason I can maintain a good grade in her class is because she's really good friends with Mom. And because I'm the captain of the school soccer team. Wait, no I'm not! Shit, try outs...

I turned to him and say, "I see you have Ms. Simons for World Studies."

"Weiss said she's a great teacher. But when he said that, he might have been speaking with sarcasm, so I don't know," he said to me. He talked to Weiss before he talked to me. Jackass.

"You wouldn't like Ms. Simons," I commented. He really wouldn't. "Wait, what would I know about you anymore? You were living in France for the past two and a half years!" I yelled. I feel like I don't know him anymore. Why did I yell?

"Sydney, that's what I really need to talk to you about," he said, as the worried lines appeared on his forehead. Damn, this must be important. Then he holds my hands, and I don't think he plans on letting go. "I never meant to hurt you by leaving. I know I never even told you why I moved. But the truth is, my mother's job relocated her for two and a half years, so we had to move. I didn't want to leave. I tried everything I could think of to stay, but I realized, that my Mom needed her son, and Lana needed her big brother." I remember Lana. She was so cute with the braids always bouncing off her little head. I'd always take her out for cookies at the bakery. Now he looks really hurt. I really didn't mean to hurt him. I bet he's thinking about his father. I remember when he first told me when he died. He was so hurt. Now I feel horrible. But now I wonder...

"Vaughn," I said softly, "How come you never wrote me?"

"Syd, you never got my letters?"

I shook my head slightly. I couldn't look into his sad eyes.

"I wrote you every week until I finally decided you'd never write back," he said. I never got a letter. Why? I released my hands from his. They felt cold when I pulled them from his grasp.

There was an awkward silence. It was getting too intense, so I started walking again.

RIIIING! I can't believe I made it all the way until lunch. I didn't talk to Vaughn for the rest of the morning, even though we had all our morning classes together. It was just too awkward. I know there is still a lot we need to talk about. Well at least, I don't have to see him at lunch or next period, English with Mr. Beasley. I can plan out all that I have to say, like the fact that I have a boyfriend. Damn. When I was talking to Vaughn while we were taking the attendence to the office this morning, I totally forgot about Kevin.

"Man, Syd. That was so awkward this morning," Francie said, putting a cup of Jello on her lunch tray, as we walked through the lunch line. I assume she was talking about Vaughn.

"You can not imagine Fran," I answered. I mean, Vaughn actually did come back. I honestly didn't think he would. Maybe that's why I was thinking about him all this morning! But I couldn't of possibly known that he would be coming back. Or could I? Maybe I'm psychic, but I just don't know it. I could make a lot of money...

"Hey, Sydney, Francie!" Nadia said waving her hand, indicating she found a seat for us at our usual lunch table. Which looked impossible to get to, due to the huge mass of people surrounding it. I wonder why there were so many of them at our table. I guess you could call our group, part of the 'in' crowd, but honestly, why would people be at our table today? Seriously, Nadia had never had to save a seat for us. Okay, you caught me. I'm not psychic. How did you know? Honestly, if I was, don't you think I would be able to predict half the junior class crowded around our lunch table? Man, you guys caught me. I could never get anything pass you.

We pushed our way through the people to get to our seats, and I saw Kevin, sitting next to Vaughn. Both of themwere laughing. Weiss and Will both looked like were about to choke on their food, due tothe serious laugh attack that had apparently caught them both by surprise. But more importantly, why was Kevin sitting next to Vaughn?

"Sydney, have you met Michael yet?" Kevin asked me. Duh, he's my ex-boyfriend. The real question is, have you met Michael yet? Wait-Kevin doesn't know. Shit.

"He prefers Vaughn," I said without even realizing it. I sit down.

"Ah, so I guess you do know him."

"Yup."

I knew Vaughn was about to say something, and so did Weiss.

"So Vaughn, what are you up to this weekend?" Weiss asked, cutting Vaughn off from saying what I couldn't bear to hear. You're so great for saving me Weiss, from letting my current boyfriend know that he's sitting next to my ex-boyfriend. After school, I'm taking you out for cookies after school. Shit. No I'm not. Try-outs. Sorry buddy. Maybe after try-outs. Kevin would freak is he knew Vaughn was my ex-boyfriend. He would kill him.

"Well, if you call un-packing something this weekend, then I'm totally booked dude," Vaughn joked. Everyone else at the table roars with laughter. That was the dumbest joke Vaughn had ever made. It wasn't even funny. Why am I smiling?

"Great. Then it's decided. You're invited to a 'Welcome Home Vaughn' party. At my house," Will said. Will was actually going to throw a party? A welcome home party, that's late? Normally when people throw 'welcome home' parties, it's when the guest of honor is just coming back from where ever they were. I bet Vaughn had been home at least a week.

"Thanks man. But I came home just last week, wouldn't the party be late?" Vaughn said. See, Vaughn is a smart boy.

"Vaughn, it's never too late for a par-tay," Francie said. "Especially one of Will's."

I almost peed my pants from laughter. She was kidding right? Will couldn't throw a party to save his life! Obviously everyone else knew I thought so, because they were all giving me a weird look. Even the huge mass of people left. So it wasjust our table, watching me hurt myself laughing. Can anyone say 'awkward'?

"Whatever. Sydney, what about you're big soccer game on Sunday?" Will asked, still slightly flushed. "We'd have to plan the party around that."

"Dude, I haven't even had try-outs yet. What makes you think I'd even be in the game on Sunday?" I questioned him. I hadn't even had try-outs! Wow. I really do have a fanbase of friends. Well who can blame them? I am an excellent player...

"Syd, you never said you still played soccer," Vaughn said. He looked quite surprised.

"You never asked," I shrugged.

"She's fantastic," Kevin said gently patting my back, and then drawing little circles. He hadbetter stop it, Vaughn was totally watching. The next thing I needed was my ex-boyfriend getting jealous over my current boyfriend. Life is so complicated. I'd never thought I'd even think this, but Avril Lavigne was so right when she wrote that song. I used to think she was just high.

"I know. I remember when she played in this tournament back in the seventh grade. That was probably the best game I've ever seen. The game went into double over time, and then there was a shoot-off." Vaughn said, clearly totally into telling this story. I remembered that game. It was pouring down rain, and I was freezing. "No one on either team had scored a goal during the shoot-out. Until Sydney. Her kick was so perfect. It had that perfect lift that went right over the goalie's fingertips, and straight into the net. Truly the best." Then he smiles at me. I couldn't help but smile back. I can't believe he still remembered that game. Everyone still looked dazed at trying to imagine that moment, so no one saw our smiles exchange.

"We won first place in that tournament," I added. I was proud. That's probably why I'm team Captain. I value every kick, and it's outcome.

"That's why you're team Captain Syd. You're a leader," Nadia said. Don't I have the best sister ever?

"You're team Captain? I knew your mad skills would pay off," Vaughn said, still smiling at me.

"Not yet. I haven't even had try-outs yet. Goodness to Betsy, you guys!" I said. Why does everyone think I'm Captain already? I haven't had try-outs yet, for the millionth time!

"You'll make it," Vaughn assured me.

I hope.

Man, she really is a great player.

Weiss and I were watching Sydney's soccer try-outsfrom the bleachers looking down on the field. School today was sure awkward. Sydney and I only talked in the morning during first period, and at lunch. I guess only at lunch because she had to put a show on for all our friends. She was pretty upset. She didn't even talk to me once during gym class. What wasgoing on with her?

"Did you see that Vaughn?" he asked me. Of course I saw it. Syd kicked the ball from the end of the field, and three fourths to the other side.

"Yeah," I replied. Syd has a great kick. She could totally kick my ass.

"Dude, she's as good at soccer, as you are at hockey. Maybe better," he said.

"Hey, are you questioning my ability to play hockey?"

"Never, Vaughn," he said with his hands over his heart, and batting his eyelashes. My bestfriendwas a total dope. Same as always.

"Weiss, you're freaking me out," I joked.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "I still can't believe you're back, man. The past years have been tough. Especially on Sydney," he started. I can't believe I left. Poor Sydney. I bet it broke her heart. I wrote to her every week for seven months. That's twenty-eight letters, with no reply. And she didn't get a single one. Man, am I insane for that girl. I missed her like crazy while I was in France. "I bet it's tough for you now," he continued. I gave him a confused look and he just said, "You didn't know?"

"Know what?" I wasbewildered to a non-belief. What did he mean?

"Sydney has a boyfriend."

A/N: How did everyone like it? Please review! I'm still open to suggestions. Was the transition between Syd and Vaughn's point of views confusing? If not, I'll only do it occasionally if I think it's crucial to hear Vaughn's side of things. But if it was confusing, please tell me. Reviews new chapter quicker. I already have a lot of the next chapter done, so it depends on how fast everyone replies for me to post the next chapter quicker. Evil. I know.