A/N: Ha! Yes, yes, yes I know I left you all with a nasty cliff hanger. Aren't I just so fabulous? Ha! Thank you so much for the reviews! I love hearing from you guys. Thanks! Wow. Okay, so here's the next chapter. It's kind of short, though. I hope you like it, and please review! Enjoy.

She was still silent.

"Nadia," I said.

"They were the letters from Vaughn."

"What?"

"The letters that Vaughn sent you. The ones you never got," she repeated herself.

I burst out laughing. She couldn't be serious. Kevin couldn't have possibly taken the letters. How would he have intercepted them? Besides, I didn't even know him when Vaughn moved. Kevin would have never taken the letters. He wouldn't do that.

"Yeah, right," I laughed. This had to be a trick or something. Fran and Nadia's way of making me break up with Kevin, so I could get back together with Vaughn. I mean they don't have to lie. Kevin would never had done this to me. Nadia just sits there, in disbelief. Her facial expressionwas concrete with an appalled look. "You can't honestly believe that I would buy that, Nadia."

"Well you should. It's the truth," she said, anger apparent in her voice.

"If it really was the truth, then why didn't you tell me when you first found out?" I inquired, still amused. This is the obvious question playing over and over in my head.

"I didn't think it mattered, since you and Kevin started dating," she said, sitting there, fumbling with the drawstring of her pajama pants.

"Well, Kevin would never do something like that," I stated. And he wouldn't.

"But Sydn-"

"I'm going to go to bed now. Good night," I crawled under the covers, and turned off the lights, with Nadia still sitting at the foot of my bed. I felt her get up and heard her footsteps inch farther and farther away, as she walked out my bedroom door.

Kevin would never do something like this to me.

Would he?

Well, that was a very interesting weekend, I thought as I stretched my arms out, sitting on the edge of my bed.

It was Monday morning.

A very interesting weekend, indeed. First, Will's party, and spin the bottle afterwards. Second, Sydney kissing me. Which was by the way, incredible. Something I've longed for, for so long. And something I'll probably not be able to experience again. I missed her sweet lips long enough, but Saturday night, left my desires once again lingering. Longing something forbidden. Something that was once mine, but now, I lost it. Something that I want back.

Yesterday, after hockey practice, someone called on my cell phone. It was a little girl. I had no idea how she got my number, but I heard Sydney's voice in the background. I could recognize her voice from anywhere. I asked the little girl the give the phone to Sydney, and she did. We talked for about an hour, but I had to take a shower. Lana was complaining to my mother, so it's not like I had a choice. I had to hang up with Sydney. But she insisted on talking to Lana, so I gave Lana the phone. When Lana started whispering something in the phone, I thought, she's not going to tell Sydney that I still love her, is she? Before my little sister got the chance, I snatched the phone away from her. I texted Sydney later in the night on her cell. We text messaged back and forth, until about four hours ago. I had barely gotten any sleep. But it was worth it. I got to talk to Sydney. Talking to her, almost made me feel complete again.

Almost.

"And that class, is why Shakespeare wrote As You Like It, and A Midsummer Night's Dream," Mr. Beasley said. "Any questions?" Ihad beenin English class, and I was half asleep. Damn me for staying up late, talking to Vaughn. Just then, my cell phone vibrated. I had received a text message.

hockeykid445: hey

mellowminno13: dude, I'm in class!

I casually scanned the classroom, to make sure no one is watching me use my cell phone. Act natural Syd. Blend. Yeah, it's kind of hard to blend when you sit in the front row!

hockeykid445: but I'm bored

mellowminno13: I was sleeping

I was sleeping. Mr. Beasley just failed to amuse me today, in my favorite subject. Tisk, tisk, tisk, Mr. Beasley. Shame on you.

hockeykid445: that's what you get for staying up late

mellowminno13: I bet you were sleeping too

He probably was. If I can remember correctly, when we were in the sixth grade, he fell asleep all the time in second period science.

hockeykid445: :-D

mellowminno13: if I get my cell phone taken away, you owe me. Big time

hockeykid445: is Mr. Beasley really that boring?

Changing the subject, eh?

mellowminno13: yup

hockeykid445: too bad!

mellowminno13: well I don't think Mr. Donovan is that much of a show either, Mikey

Wow. That came out wrong.

hockeykid445: are you suggesting something Syd?

mellowminno13: yes I am, you likey?

hockeykid445: :-D

Knowing Vaughn, he probably was smiling at his cell phone right about now.

mellowminno13: well Ms. Simons was pretty hot in that long sleeve flannel dress today in World Studies

Of course I'm joking. But Ms. Simons really needs fashion help. She commits fashion suicide everyday. And yet, nobody ever calls her on it. I think she may have the hots for Mr. Donovan, but I'm not totally sure. Teacher gossip is so amusing sometimes. Teachers in love. Sounds like a conspiracy...

hockeykid445: SHE'S SO HOT! ;-)

I hoped he wasjoking.

mellowminno13: :-(

hockeykid445: don't worry Syd, you are way prettier than Ms. Simmons.

I could feel my face turn bright pink. He thought I waspretty.

"Sydney, are you alright?" Mr. Beasley asked.

"Yeah," I replied, trying to act innocent. Mr. Beasley turned back to writing whatever he was writing on the whiteboard.

hockeykid445: Syd, she's not even hot. At least you have that on her.

So now he's calling me hot?

I turned crimson.

"Sydney, I think you should go to the nurse's office. You looked flushed," Mr. Beasley suggested.

"No, I'm fine. Really," I said quickly, hiding my cell phone under my desk.

Mr. Beasley totally ignored me. "Here, take the hall pass," he said, handing me a wooden block that said, 'hall pass', in scribbled letters.

I walked out of the classroom, and into the deserted hall. I didn't intend on going to the nurse's office, but at least I'd have time to text message Vaughn.

hockeykid445: you still there?

mellowminno13: I'm sitting in the principal's office right now

I was actually just standing right outside Mr. Donovan's English class. Playing a joke on Vaughnwould be agood source of entertainment.

hockeykid445: sorry Syd! Do I need to come break you out?

I think hewasactually serious.

hockeykid445: I'll take that as a yes.

When he didn't reply after five minutes, I turned around to walk back to class, when the door to Mr. Donovan's classroom flew open. It was Vaughn.

"Hey Syd," he kind of yelled. "I thought you were in the principal's office."

"Yeah, I have detention after school for the rest of the week," I stated. Totally not true though. I could't afford to have detention after school for the rest of the week. I had soccer practice. Me? Get in trouble? Never.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, the worry lines appearing on his forhead.

"I'm just kidding Vaughn."

"So I came out here for nothing?"

I shrugged as he let out a sigh of relief. Or was it a sigh of disappointment?

"It wasn't for nothing. You get to walk with me to the nurse's office."

"Why? Are you sick?" he asked, the worry lines, reappearing.

"I'm not sick. Mr. Beasley is making me go to the nurse's. He's very odd," I laughed.

"But if you're not sick, then why are you going to the nurse's?" I actually wasn't planning on going to the nurse's. I was actually planning on going to look at the school's Wall of Fame.

"I'm just going to the Wall of Fame, Vaughn," I said truthfully.

"Oh," he murmured. He waskind of slow today. Mr. Donovan must have been really boring, if Vaughn would come 'rescue' me from the principal's office.

I looked up at the Wall of Fame. There was a picture of me in my soccer uniform scoring a goal at a soccer game, in the upper left corner. The caption underneath it said, "Brookenbridge High's Soccer Team Captain: Sydney A. Bristow". I come here to the Wall of Fame everytime I need reassurance of something. Of anything. That picture made me proud of myself, and what I've accomplished. But what I'm even more proud of, were the trophies sitting on the display cabinet. All seven trophies, first place. And all earned from the years I had been captain for the school team. Hard earned trophies. It was so good to know that we could all work as a team, to pull together, and win. Teamwork.

I smiled to myself. Vaughn wrapped his arm around my shoulders and grinned.

"It's not the best picture of you," he joked, as he noticed my continuous gaze on the picture.

"Shut up Vaughn," I said. "I remember the countless pictures of you picking your nose, so just shut up." He threw his hands up in defeat. I had so many pictures of him and our friends, with him picking his nose and other unmentionables. But they were all pictures when we were in elementary school. I don't think he still picks his nose as a pose for a picture. Hopefully.

I laughed.

He once again wrapped his arm around my shoulders, as we started to walk back to class. There could be so many things wrong with this, his arm around me. But I guess it's okay, though. We're just friends now. Nothing less, nothing more. The walk back to class was fun. I never knew walking to class would hold so much benefit. Well if it was with Vaughn, it was possible.

We were almost to Mr. Donovan's classroom so Vaughn could get back to class, when we heard footsteps coming at a quick pace, behind us. We spun around to see who could be in such a hurry, and we saw Kevin, with a pissed expression on his face.

"I should have known," he spat. Vaughn immediately dropped his arm from my shoulder. Kevin was totally overreacting. Vaughn and I were just friends.

"What?" I asked, slightly afraid.

"About what? About you and Michael, Sydney," he muttered with disgust. I hadnever seen him this mad.

"Kevin, we're just friends," I tried to convince him. I looked at Vaughn, who's face mirrored the same expression on my own. Shocked.

"Just friends?" he asked, scornfully. "Kissing him at Will's party, doesn't make you guys seem like friends," he said, pointing at Vaughn.

"It was a game, Kevin," I said in a firm voice. He really was overreacting.

"It was just a game, man," Vaughn tried, as if him saying that would be enough reassurance.

"Oh, okay. Just a game," Kevin finally agreed, starting to pace in a small circle around me and Vaughn.

"Yeah, just a game," Vaughn sighed with relief. "We're just frie-"

I wish I blinked right then, just so I wouldn't have to see the frightful expression on Vaughn's face when Kevin punched him.

Vaughn fell backwards.

Kevin was enraged.

I never intended on going to the nurse's office.

But this time, my intentions were trivial.

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