A/N: Evil cliffies are my thing. Lol. I'm glad that you guys liked the last chapter! Thanks for the reviews. I know you all hate Kevin, I do too. He's such a jerk! How dare he punch Vaughn! Don't worry Vaughn will get his revenge. But that's later. Ha! I just set up a Live Journal account, just so you can read my responses to your guy's reviews! Just go to my author profile, and click on my homepage link. I will post my responses to everyone's review there. Note that in this chapter there are going to be a few jokes that you're going to have to really think about in order to understand them. Word of warning: a joke in here refers to a girl's time of the month. So here's the next chapter. I hope you guys like it, and review! Enjoy!

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.

"How does it look?" Vaughn asked, squinting his left eye from the pain.

I wasn't going to lie to him. "Bad," I said. There. Does that make me a bad person? I was so surprised that Kevin would even think about throwing a punch at Vaughn. I was even more surprised because he did. Vaughn didn't even fight back. Kevin got about four good punches in on him before I pulled him back. Poor Vaughn. He had a black eye, and a cut in his eye-brow. He definitely did not look good. I need to have a long talk with Kevin. He was totally out of control. What the hell was he thinking? He didn't even get in trouble for the fight. Instead, he just walked back to class. I walked Vaughn to the nurse's office, and was about to tell the nurse exactly what happened when she asked, but Vaughn didn't give me the chance. He madde up some mumbo jumbo story about how, he was walking back to class, and I opened a door, and it hit him in the face. He didn't have to cover up for Kevin.

"You know, Vaughn," I started. "You didn't have to cover up for Kevin in there."

"It's no problem Syd," he mumbled.

"Vaughn, he punched you!"

"I know. But it was all just a misunderstanding."

"I'm going to have a talk with him," I said. I tilted Vaughn's face, so he was looking right at me. His green eyes were full of intensity. I continued to clean the cut in his eye-brow like the nurse had instructed me. She wasn't able to do it herself, because some kid passed out in gym, and she had to take care of him. So that left me to clean Vaughn up.

"Ouch," he muttered, as I spread the antibiotic into the cut.

"Sorry," I whispered. "Almost done." And I was. I covered the affected are with a bandage, which I sealed on lightly so I didn't cause him anymore pain.

"Don't I look hot," he snorted while he looked at himself in the mirror next to his chair.

"Not really," I insulted him playfully. "Come here," I said, next lightly pressing an ice pack against his eye. "You're going to need some ice for that burn." Ha! What a funny joke. Not.

He laughed.

"Why didn't you punch him back?" I asked.

He sat there for a while, still dazed. "Because I didn't want to upset you," he finally said.

"Vaughn, you had every right to punch him back," I stated. He did.

"I know."

"And you didn't even touch him?" Weiss asked me. It was after school, and we were working on our homework at my house. I assume Eric was talking about Kevin punching me today.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"I didn't want to upset Sydney," I simply stated. I didn't want to upset her. Even though Kevin was such an asshole. Yeah, I guess you could call me weird, putting my ex-girlfriend's happiness before mine. Besides, I could totally kick his ass.

"Well you would have totally whooped his ass," Eric chuckled. Wait a minute. I thought Kevin and Weiss were friends.

"I thought you guys were friends, man," why is he telling me that I should have kicked his ass?

"Mike. Can't you see? None of us really liked Kevin. He just started to hang out with us, and he never got the hint we wanted him to leave," he said.

"Hey Mikey, what's up with your face?" Lana asked, popping over my shoulder. She was talking about my black eye. I had to admit, it wasn't that pretty.

"He got beat up, dude," Weiss laughed.

"Looks like it," Lana giggled.

I could feel myself redden as Lana's giggles continued. She finally stopped.

"Mikey, your face is red!" Lana mused.

"It's a touchy subject, Lana," Weiss assured her.

She plopped herself in the chair right beside me. "So how's Sydney?" she asked innocently.

Well, let's see. I don't think anything is new with her, except the fact that her boyfriend punched me in the hall today, while she was watching. I'd say she's just excellent.

"Fine," I muttered.

"I think she still likes you," Lana said. Isaw Weiss nod in agreement. If she liked me, then why was she with such a jackass? Oh, because I left.

"She has a point, man," Weiss added.

I had enough. I was so confused. If Sydney still liked me, then why didn't she tell me?

I got up from my chair, stretched, and headed to my bedroom to think.

As I made my way to my room, I heard Weiss tell Lana, "And I think he loves her." Lana's response was a giggle.

Weiss was right.

I dialed his number, hoping he would pick up the phone. It was the third time I called him since I got home.

"Hello?" Kevin's voice at the other end said.

"Why did you punch him?" I asked. I could feel tears stinging my eyes, but I would not let Kevin know I was crying.

"Sydney, he stills likes you," Kevin said.

"We had a history, I can't help that," I told him.

"I see the way you guys look at each other."

"Kevin, we're just friends," I reassured him. I heard him sigh a sigh of relief. He wasn't off the hook. "But why did you punch him?"

"Sydney, it was a big misunderstanding," he said.

"Oh, okay," I mustered. But is he telling the truth?

There was silence.

"Are we okay?" he asked me, worry apparent in his voice.

"Yeah, I guess," I answered. I'm still confused, with whether he's telling the truth or not. I'm still not even sure if he took the letters Vaughn sent me, either. He wouldn't do that. Nevermind.

Kevin wouldn't lie to me.

"Alright, cool. I have to go though. Sorry," he said, in a hurry.

"Okay, bye."

"Bye Sydney."

So I guess me and Kevin are 'cool'. I don't think I should have let him off the hook that easy. But he did recognize that it was all a misunderstanding. I'm willing to give him that. But he didn't have a right to punch Vaughn. In fact, I think Kevin would have learned his lesson faster if Vaughn had just punched him back. If that makes any sense. But Michael didn't punch him, and his excuse was not wanting to upset me. I need some sort of entertainment, even if it is my ex-boyfriend and my boyfriend in a fist fight. Does that make me a bad person? Well, Vaughn was the only one with the right to punch someone, because Kevin punched him first. Kevin's actions made me question whether what Nadia told me was true or not. The thing about Kevin stealing the letters Vaughn sent me. But I'm positive he wouldn't do something like that. Even if he was the instigator of a potential fight today.

I know him enough to not even think he could do that sort of thing.

After I talked to Kevin earlier this afternoon, I just lay there in bed. I didn't feel like having dinner, and I was happy that I finished my homework when I first got home. I even turned down a call from Francie when Nadia came into my room, telling me that the phone was for me. I mean, Francie's my bestfriend and everything but there's only one person I want to talk to right now. And that person is Vaughn. I get out my cell phone and sent him a text message.

mellowminno13: hey

I waited for a while for his response. When he didn't respond, I headed to my bathroom to take a shower.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

That scared the hell out of me.

It was my cell phone reporting that Vaughn sent me a text message.

hockeykid445: I wonder what this month's cell phone bill will be...

mellowminno13: I wonder how many times I could have ended up in detention this month, because someone kept texting me...

Ha! Take that Vaughn.

hockeykid445: is it that time of the month again?

He did not just ask me that.

hockeykid445: riding the crimson wave, are we?

He is so not talking to me about my period!

hockeykid445: do you need Advil? KILL THOSE CRAMPS!

I had enough.

mellowminno13: actually I'm three months late, and I've gained weight

There. The pregnant joke should make him shut up.

No response.

I guess it did.

hockeykid445: am I the father? ;-)

Damnit. He's good. I didn't expect him to carry on my joke.

mellowminno13: yes Vaughn, we're going to have hot kids

hockeykid445: Lol

Well I'm glad he thought that was funny.

mellowminno13: I was actually joking about all that

hockeykid445: awww, that hurts Syd

I laughed.

hockeykid445: so why'd you text me?

mellowminno13: I was actually about to take a shower

hockeykid445: :-D

I knew exactly what he was thinking.

mellowminno13: no

hockeykid445: :-(

mellowminno13: good boy

mellowminno13: how's your eye?

hockeykid445: I've looked better

mellowminno13: ha! riiiiight...

hockeykid445: you know it

He has looked way better. But today, his eye was purple. Not exactly this season's hottest color, but whatever floats your boat. He was bruised pretty bad. And that cut. That cut. It was one of those things that I wanted to kiss to make better, but I can't. It's not that I can't physically, I could if I wanted to. I want to, my heart wants me to. But it's my relationship with Kevin that's telling me no.

hockeykid445: thanks for helping with that today

I assumed he meant about at the nurse's office.

mellowminno13: anytime

We talked for about another seven minutes before I really had to go and take a shower.

Maybe a shower would wash away all the pain and emotion, all from today.

Maybe.

My shower seemed to calm my nerves, and temporarily relax my tense muscles. Today's events were too dramatic for me. I just really wished Kevin hadn't punched Vaughn. Or at the very least, that Vaughn would fight back. But he didn't.

I changed into pajama bottoms and a Brookenbridge High tee shirt, and took my dirty laundry downstairs to the laundry room to be washed. And to find something to eat. It was 9:15, and I still hadn't eaten dinner.

When I reached the foot of the stairs, I heard my mother's laugh, and another laugh that sounded a lot like my father's. But it couldn't possibly be Dad. He and Mom got a divorce like two years ago, a bit after Vaughn left. What would my dad be doing at his ex-wife's house after nine o'clock on weeknight? Even if it was to visit me. I mean I was going over to his house this weekend, and it's not like I wouldn't see him then. It can't be Dad. He and Mom fight to much.

Mom and Dad in the same house.

That would be absolute hell.

Probably why they got a divorce.

They couldn't stand each other.

I went into the kitchen to investigate.

"Hi Sweetie," Mom greeted me warmly, with her elbows propped up on the counter. She was smiling.

"Hey Mom. I was just bringing down my laundry," I replied, completely ignoring the man sitting at the kitchen counter.

"Hi Honey," my Dad said turning around in his seat.

I just stared at both of my parents in disbelief.

"I just stopped by to let you know that I was going to be out of town this weekend," he continued. "And that I'm afraid we'll have to cancel our plans for this weekend. If that's okay with you."

I just nodded my head in response.

Mom recognized the awkward moment. "Sydney, your father and I were just catching up," she said with a slight laugh.

Dad chuckled.

My Mom and Dad within arm distance.

This is an unusual sort of hell.

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