Hey! Wow...I got so many reviews...well, not so many but I don't really care! In here, I will have to apologize to noctorro for my obvious Kenny Feng bashing. It's nothing personal, it's just that my character thinks that way about uptown kids, and besides, I think there should have been someone who didn't like Kenny there. That aside, I strongly recommend reading his Resident Evil Fic. It is awesome. Way better than this. Anyway, thank you for everyone's support!

Full summary: Isaac Brown. Your average smart teenager. When he gets a job as a secretary for the STARS department, he clings to logic and reason. He soon makes friends with almost everyone in the precinct, save for a few. (Guess which people...) When his friends from STARS leave for the Arklay Mountains to investigate reports of cannibals, he spends the night with nightmares of flesh eating people. After only five of his friends return with stories of underground labs, zombies and other stories he deems as hallucinations, he is suddenly thrown into a new world. Reports of cannibal murders accumulate on his desk, scaring the young man until that fateful day on July 27th. Alone and confused, he must survive alone in a dead city.

Authors Note: I changed and added a few scenes in this chapter after a lot of deliberation and brainstorming, mostly because I felt that Isaac's character doesn't come full circle unless he interacts with others. Also, I wanted to incorporate Bill Ackley into more scenes becausehe seemed like a really interesting character. Again, Isaac and Kenny go head to head in another scene, but at least it gives them a little insight on why Isaac is so belligerent to Uptowners, and more specifically, Kenny until later chapters.

Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Resident Evil, but I don't, I only own Isaac. And Kenny Feng is a borrowed character from noctorro. He is an awesome writer, go check out his work!

---Chapter 2---

On my second day here, I began to notice more and more reports coming in about cannibalistic murders. By far, ten families went missing up in the mountains, and body parts were being found in the forests closing off the town. People were becoming restless, wanting answers. Just a few moments ago a man in his thirties was about to kill me because I didn't know anything about the situation.

I couldn't believe what had happened. I was attacked, and then I ran and threw up after I was saved. I sat here, in the men's bathroom since then, just looking at myself through the mirror. I was nearly killed by some of the people that lived in the same community as me.

--Flashback--

I sat at my desk, typing up a summary report on the latest ritual murder, when someone slammed his or her hands on my desk. I jumped, startled by the loud noise. I looked up and saw a group of ten townsfolk staring down at me. I looked over at the clock. 7:15 PM. The night shift patrol wouldn't be here till 7:20. My floor was completely empty save for the ones in the meeting room.

"Where's Chief Irons?" The man leaning over my desk asked menacingly. His brows were furrowed and his skin wrinkled furiously. I took a sip of my coffee before continuing to type.

"He's in a meeting with Captain Wesker. I can leave him a message if you want me to." I told him politely.

"I'm not leaving unless I get some answers! You cops think you own the damn place so you sit on your asses drinking coffee while our families are still missing! Is there anything you know about the cases?" The man asked angrily. I shrugged in slight confusion.

"I'm not a cop, nor am I at liberty to say sir, even if I did now anything about it. You're going to have to calm down. Chief Irons and the entire precinct is working on the case." I replied calmly. Suddenly the guy grabbed me by the collar and stepped around my desk, pushing me into the wall with a loud thud. A few file holders and vases toppled to the ground with a crash and scatter that echoed through the halls.

"You're lying! You know what's going on, you're just too scared of Chief Irons to say anything!" He screamed, pushing against my throat harshly. I gasped in a futile attempt to get some air, but the man had a really strong grip on my throat.

"Let me go! I can't breathe!" I pleaded hoarsely. The man lifted his fist to strike me and the hand around my throat tightened, and my vision was blurring slowly. Suddenly his face turned into one of pain as someone twisted his hand backward in a restraining move.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I heard a familiar voice ask in anger. A strong hand came forward and grabbed my assailant's other hand, effectively returning air to my lungs. I dropped to the floor, gasping and wheezing. My throat burned, and it hurt when I touched it. I looked up, seeing Chris trying to restrain the man, successfully getting the handcuffs around his wrists.

"THAT KID IS A LIAR! HE KNOWS WHAT IS GOING ON!" The man screamed. Chris pulled him away, the man still struggling to get to me. He gave me an angry look. "I'D WATCH MY BACK IF I WERE YOU, YOU LITTLE BASTARD! I'M COMING TO GET YOU! YOU'RE DEAD!" He screamed as he was being dragged down the hallway. I sat at the floor, my eyes wide and terrified. I breathed heavily, totally shaken by what happened. Jill kneeled in front of me, her hands on my shoulders. Her deep blue eyes showed concern, and in those eyes I could see the maternal instinct my mother used to have in her eyes whenever I was hurt.

"Isaac! Are you okay? Did that man hurt you or anything?" She asked. Mr. Marini stood beside Jill and I.

"I think it's pretty obvious he got hurt, Jill. He has bruises on his goddamn throat!" Mr. Marini said angrily. "Fucking jerk, hurting a kid like Isaac..." Mr. Marini fumed. I coughed, rubbing my now bruised and sore neck.

"No...Mr. Marini, it's all right. I'm okay now..." I said weakly. Suddenly I felt my stomach doing flips and bile rise up into my throat. I got up and ran for the bathroom.

"Isaac!" Jill called after me. I burst through the bathroom door and into a stall and began to heave up the contents of my stomach into the toilet. When I was finished, I pulled down the lever to make the toilet flush and I got up. I walked out of the stall, over to the sinks and began to wash out my mouth and maybe cool down the swelling. I splashed cold water onto my face and around my neck, ignoring the sting coming from my developing bruise. I looked at the mirror.

--End Flashback--

I stood there for thirty minutes, just staring at my reflection. A few seconds later I heard the bathroom door open, and Chris appeared in the mirror holding a small endothermic pack.

"That is one nasty bruising you got there. Here, I got you a cool compress to stop the swelling." Chris spoke, holding out the small pouch that I took immediately and smacked against my knuckles. It stung for a moment, but the feeling was numbed after a few moments as I placed the rapidly cooling pack onto my neck. I thanked him, holding the pouch to my neck. Chris walked over and craned his neck.

"What are you looking at?" I asked. Chris smiled.

"It kind of looks like a hickey..." He commented.

"Oh very funny..." I said in mild anger. Chris and I walked to the door, Chris a little bit ahead of me.

"It does..." He commented with his head turned to me. As he turned his head back, the door swung open and slammed into Chris' face with a hilariously loud THUNK! Chris dropped to the floor, dazed for a moment while I doubled over laughing at Chris as he held his face and squirmed in pain.

"Oh GOD! A-are you okay? Jeez, that door really got the better of you there!" I said through a fresh bout of laughter. I looked up, seeing Jill and Brad Vickers looking into the bathroom behind the door. By the time I finally managed to stop, Chris was already back on his feet while Brad and Jill had already vanished from sight. I moved over to Chris and placed the cool compression pack back in his hand. "Here...I'm feeling a lot better. Besides, you need it a little more than I do." I said while chortling to myself spontaneously.

He hissed as he put the pack to his eye, glaring at me as my cheeks were turning red from trying my hardest not to laugh again. "I don't really see how this is funny."

"I am trying my hardest not to laugh." I retorted snarkily. Chris let out a small chuckled before Jill popped her head into the washroom and called Chris.

"Chris! Come on. We still have a meeting to attend to..." The brunette said with womanly authority. Chris stood rigid for a moment before nodding curtly. Chris walked out following the curvy police woman while giving me a mock-angry look. I mouthed an apology and said that I'd bring him an ice pack for his eye again later. He nodded, still pressing the endothermic pack to his eye and closing the washroom door.

--Later--

I had went back to my desk to see a bunch of parcels sitting on my desk addressed to various people in the precinct, most of them large envelopes and small packages. On top of the pile was a note written in barely legible chicken scratch. I picked it up and read it.

'Leftover parcels. Just this one favour, plz? Kenny F.' I rolled my eyes. It was that volunteer kid from uptown. The little jerk had a little too many things going for him that put him at the very bottom of my list of people to make friends with. He was from uptown, he thought downtown kids were the scum of the Earth, and treated me with the exact same regard. One of the first conversations we'd ever had we ended up trading verbal blows.

--Flashback--

I was on my break, sipping my coffee and reading the Raccoon City Tribunal at one of the empty tables near the back.

"Anyone in here?" I heard someone ask. I lowered the newspaper to see an Asian kid who seemed about my height with tousled black hair wearing a pressed blue polo shirt and expensive looking khakis. The typical uptown prep, reminding me of my own days at Racoon High. He finally spotted me in the empty room and grimaced slightly at my formal meets surfer attire, wearing a white button up tee with tailored dress pants and leather shoes. "Oh..." He paused, and suddenly his face turned into one of recognition. "Hey, didn't you go to Raccoon High?" He asked, sitting down across from me. I surveyed him with reproachful eyes.

"I graduated from that Hell just this year." I replied scanning the paper uninterestedly.

"Doesn't seem like Hell to me. Just the classes." He joked. I smirked for a moment. "I just hate how they let street trash into the school. Downtowners should stay downtown where they belong, right?" He asked. My eyes narrowed.

"I think they have a right to go to school wherever they want. It's not like Raccoon High is a school for the best and brightest." I retorted passively. He looked downtrodden by my remark, but quickly bounced back.

"Obviously, they wouldn't be letting people like those Street Rats into the school if it was. There's just a natural order to things." He stated. I folded the paper and placed it on the table and stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

"So where do you think you fall into this 'order'?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Near the top I guess. At least I have money to afford nice clothes." He replied. I rolled my eyes.

"Money you probably don't earn. Let me guess, trust fund? Living off Mom and Dad?" I taunted. "Or do you just bully the downtowners into giving you what little money they have to actually work for?" His brows furrowed in anger and got up.

"What the hell is your problem? I'm just trying to make conversation, and it's not like you don't make fun of downtown kids! I hear you talking with Officer Redfield and the others, making cracks about how your apartment is so dingy and how the skater gangs are always loitering near your building." He spat. I got up to be eye level with him before retorting.

"Yeah, but there's a difference!" I retorted angrily. I pointed to myself. "I'm from downtown, and most of my friends come from downtown." I said, ready for a fight. "And contrary to popular belief...they don't steal, deal drugs, are part of gangs, stab people, are potheads, vandalize, drink, nor do they pick fights with random people. So why don't you get a grip on reality and actually get to know the people you bully. You'd be surprised to see what real friends are like!" I said in anger, my face red with barely supressed rage. I walked past him and left the break room, leaving him seething.

--End Flashback--

I rolled my eyes and picked up the parcels, reading the top. The first was addressed to Detective Ackley in the west wing. I carried the other letters and packages under my arms and hurried to the corner office of Mr. Ackley. I hadn't heard much of the man, he was just the burly man with closely shaven blonde hair who actually takes the time to greet me whenever I walk past or he passes by my desk. His door was open, the man slouched in his chair with his eyes closed and his head hanging over his chest. I decided not to just walk in and tapped my knuckles on the wooden door just loud enough to get his attention. He jolted, scrambling to make his office look like he was actually doing something before seeing me in the doorway.

"Parcel for you Mr. Ackley." I said. He breathed a sigh of relief and motioned for me to come in, and I moved to his desk and placed the parcel on his desk amongst the clutter of case files and random papers and memos. I turned to leave, getting just a metre away from the door before I heard his voice again.

"I thought you only delivered parcels addressed to the STARS?" He said, breaking the silence in the room. I turned, parcels under my arm dangerously close to falling and possibly breaking some of the stuff inside the packages. I smiled good-naturedly and shrugged.

"These are leftover parcels and all the STARS are out on an investigation. Something about a quadruple homicide in the East District. You know, the dodgy East." I explained. Ackley nodded in comprehension. I shrugged and rolled my eyes a little. "So I guess I need to keep myself busy while on a fourteen hour shift. Captain Wesker was also hinting at overtime overtop the fourteen hours."

"Well, you know what you get into when you get into law enforcement. My wife is always saying I don't spend enough time with her and Katlyn." Mr. Ackley chortled, picking up an ebony pictureframe and holding it out to me. I readjusted the parcels in my hand before taking it and looking at the picture. In it was Ackley, while a little blonde girl with shining blonde hair had her arms wrapped around his waist and a motherly looking woman was embracing the blonde lovingly while he had an arm around both his daughter and his wife, smiling happily. I smiled.

"Your daughter is adorable." I commented. He nodded, his eyes filled with pride.

"She's starting seventh grade next term. Raccoon High." He said. I nodded. Suddenly his phone began to ring, and I took that as a chance to leave and get the parcels delivered before I got distracted again. I placed the pictureframe back onto his desk respectfully and gave my farewell. "I should get going and let you get on with your work. It was good talking to you, sir." With that, I turned around and left.

"It's Bill!" He called after me. I turned my head with a smile and nodded. I passed out the rest of the parcels then made my way back to my work area when I heard a familiar voice across the hall. My brow twitched and my eyes rolled instinctively.

"Yeah...I heard that guy tried to choke Isaac to death earlier today." I heard Kenny, that volunteer lackey of Chief Irons' talking about what happened today to the guys from traffic. I inhaled deeply, rolling my eyes as I walked back to my desk. I then remembered that I had to clean it up after that escapade from earlier. After cleaning up my work area till it was near sparkling, I continued to type the reports up afterwards while the STARS members returned and tried to check up on me every time I would be asked a question by one of the officers or visitors for the past two hours. By the sixteenth time, I got fed up.

"GUYS! I'M FINE!" I said loudly to Jill, Chris and Richard Aiken. "I don't need you guys to hover around me like this. That guy was crazy. I'll be fine by myself. I have a second-degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. That guy just caught me off guard, that's all." I said calmly. The three of them smiled respectfully and walked away, both Richard and Chris ruffling up my hair a little. Richard lagged behind a little, then turned around to ask me a question.

"Oh! I almost forgot. You're getting off at eleven, right?" He asked. I nodded. "Then why don't you come with us to the bar? It'll help you relax a little." I stopped for a moment, but then nodded.

"Sure...I'm up for forgetting today ever happened...right after shift is over?" I replied. He nodded and went on his way. I returned to my work, really wishing that I could clock out of work soon. I had an hour to go still.

"Hey. I heard you were nearly killed earlier." I heard Kenny ask in an amused tone.

"Actually, I just paid someone to do that so I could keep myself from getting bored..." I said sarcastically. Kenny leaned over my desk, eyes wide.

"Really?" He asked. I looked up, brushing a strand of my red hair from my eyes.

"Of course not. Who do you think I am? That guy was angry." I replied. God, kids can be so dumb sometimes. Kenny pushed off of my desk, chuckling embarrassedly.

"Oh...well..." He began. "...you didn't have to say it that way...not everyone here has a fucking IQ of 245." He snapped.

"Well, you are from uptown...so I'm not really that surprised..." I continued, my voice dripping with disdain. Kenny narrowed his eyes. His dark Asian eyes narrowed in anger, his brows furrowing.

"Hey, fuck you. You didn't think I noticed a year ago? You lived uptown too..." He retorted angrily. I raised my eyebrows like he had made a really good point.

"How very observant of you, and anyway, even when I lived uptown, I never acted like you or those other kids did. You're no fucking better than those kids you made fun of at school. Those kids aren't perfect so don't act so goddamn high and mighty to them." I replied calmly. Kenny tried thinking of something to reply with, but when he couldn't he decided on sticking up the middle finger at me as he walked away. I decided to toy with the kid even more. "Yo Kenny! I heard you got some nice friends up in the mountains. They sure do love eating up anything they can get their hands on...what with being wasps and all..." I said challengingly. He glared at me angrily, but walked away.

--1 hour later--

"Finally! Time to find my boogie shoes!" Jill cheered as we clocked out of work. She did a little dance as we all walked down the hall, all the other S.T.A.R.S. members plus me chuckling at her. I couldn't help chuckling at Chris and his black eye either. The thing looked really bad. Someone clapped me on the shoulder and I looked up to see Mr. Speyer smiling down at me. Mr. Speyer was really nice, and apparently a huge lady-killer. I really couldn't doubt that for a moment.

"Welcome to the gang, kid. Take my word for it, give Jill about three beers, she'll be up on the table shakin' her nice, round ass." He commented. My face began to grow warm at the thought of Jill dancing on a table, drunk. I had to admit, Jill was kind of pretty, for an older woman at least, but I was not a cougar hunter! I elbowed Mr. Speyer in the side playfully, but said nothing.

"I'd watch my mouth Forest! When I'm drunk I have the tendency to go a little wild..." Jill threatened. Everyone laughed at her unintentional sexual innuendo, even I did. Apparently we were heading over to some bar downtown for drinks. The Machine, I think it was called. We had to meet there after changing, Jill offering to give me a ride to my apartment and help me pick out some clothes to change into.

We left the precinct, Jill and I riding in her car toward my apartment on the East Side. I lived between uptown and downtown, a nice apartment building because I couldn't stand being around those snobby punks uptown. I used to avoid them like the plague when I went to Raccoon High. There were a few kids I was okay with, like Jane Knightly, and Romero Santiago. They were cool kids, but a little on the standoffish side when they met new people.

I hated uptown though. Everyone was so snooty up there. I lived up there with my twit parents up until a year ago, and because I wore whatever I felt like, and hung out with whoever I felt like I was automatically deemed a loser, even by my own parents. Fucking snobs. I decided I wouldn't even consider them my parents, so I moved out and legally changed my name. Montana was a really over-the-top name anyway.

When we reached my apartment, I rummaged through my closet to find something nice to wear.

Unfortunately I came up with nothing that looked nice. Jill sighed in exasperation and pushed me aside.

"Here...I'll help..." She said, rummaging through my clothes. "Oooh...this is nice..." She cooed as she held up a black polo shirt. "...ooh! I like this too! Girls will be all over you with these on!" She gushed, holding up a pair of black jeans that I never wore because they were nearly skin-tight, but then again, that was when I was still a little chubby. I had lost a lot of weight since then. She pulled out a plain white wife beater and handed it to me.

I walked into my bathroom, changing into the clothes she gave me. I walked out, letting Jill have the final inspection. She inspected my clothes from all angles, then walked over and opened the polo shirt to expose the wife beater. She then squeezed out some hair gel and ruffled up my hair, staring pointedly at the mirror. I turned and glanced at my reflection. I looked really different. My hair looked matted, but even I could say it was hot. Then I looked at what I was wearing and I knew that all that working out I had done really paid off. I was still on the thin side, but in the skin-tight wife beater my four-pack was outlined, and at that second I felt really good about myself.

"Come on, we got to go...you mind if I changed in your bathroom?" Jill asked. I nodded and pointed down the hall, watching Jill go. I spent the entire time she changed staring at my image in the mirror, astonished at how a woman could make a man feel so attractive. Even with my self-esteem on an all-time low, I felt like a million dollars by how I looked in the mirror, no matter how hypocritical it sounded. Jill called me from the living room, telling me she was ready to go.

I walked into the living room and froze in my tracks at Jill's outfit. I could only gape at her ensemble, totally blown away. She stood in the doorway, wearing black platforms and tight black jeans. As my eyes trailed upward to her upper torso, I couldn't stop staring at her chest. She was wearing a light blue tube top under a white, short sleeved button-up tee shirt, the button third from the top the only button clasped. Everything she wore was form fitting. She spun in place playfully, posing like a model.

"You think I'll be able to turn some heads?" She asked in a mock seductive tone. I couldn't lie to her, she was hot.

"Jill, with that on, I think you're going to have to worry about Chris and the other guys not being able to keep their hands off of you." I said truthfully, my eyes traveling dangerously close to her cleavage. She laughed, her cheeks a little red from the compliment.

"Well, come on. I swear, we will cut the damn rug in that bar." She said confidently. I nodded and we were out the door.

--The Machine--

When we walked through the doors, the boom of the music slammed into me and moved through my entire body. The lights danced in my eyes, and the body heat coming from the dance floor was almost intoxicating. Don't get me wrong, I've been here before, but the only reasons for being here were for my eighteenth birthday and I ended up going to one of the more drinking oriented bars and got smashed. Jill and I scanned the club, then noticed our group inside one of the rooms away from the music. I yelled to make myself heard over the booming music.

"There they are!" I yelled to Jill. I pointed over to them, and Jill waved over to them. They waved back and Jill tugged on my shirt. I looked over at her, mouthing my words. 'What?' I asked. She pointed to the dance floor.

"You want to dance?" She asked over the music. I smiled and nodded, following Jill into the crowd and moving to the music. We found a spot and began to dance, moving our bodies to the throbbing music.

I'm everyone...I feel used,

I'm everyone...I need you,

I kept feeling someone's eyes on me, but I chose to ignore the feeling as the song's tempo rose, our movements becoming more and more erratic and heated. I might as well try my best to turn some heads. Jill was certainly doing a good job of it with the men. It was my job to get the women staring. We swayed with the melody, and when I looked around, I could see that women were beginning to stare in admiration at the two of us. Either from the heat coming from around us or the fact that women were actually gawking at me made my cheeks burn.

I'm everyone...hang your label on me,

I'm everyone...paint it black and white and easy,

When I looked around, I kept noticing this one girl sitting at the bar, swirling her olives in her martini. She smiled, shyly, almost innocently. She was petite, and she was hot. She wore tight khakis and a sky blue long sleeve shirt that said 'angel' on the chest. She took a sip of her martini, locking gazes with me while trying to look inconspicuous. I smiled back while dancing, and she looked away and smiled embarrassedly. I looked down for a second, and when I looked back up, the shorthaired girl was gone.

I'm everyone...sticks in me,

I'm everyone...sticks with me,

Suddenly, Jill turned around and put her arms around my neck, her back pressed against my chest. I closed my eyes, Jill and I swaying to the music. I scanned the club inconspicuously trying to find that mystery girl from the bar. I then noticed the girl on the upper catwalks, leaning over the railing with her martini. It was obvious she was staring at Jill and I, and it kept making me self-conscious. Deciding to turn the tables on her, I winked at her directly, shocking the girl.

I want perfection...I'm real need,

I've seen attention...see through me.

I felt someone tap my shoulders, I turned my head to see Chris standing in the middle of the dance floor, an almost forced smile on his face. "Can I cut in?" He asked over the music. I nodded, moving away from Jill, who looked just as happy dancing with the older man as with me, maybe even happier. I walked over to the bar, and to my surprise, the same shorthaired girl was there. I smiled at her; cheeks flush from the heat.

"Hey..." I said to her. She smiled shyly.

"Hey..." She replied. The bartender temporarily kept me from staring at her beautiful face, in which I ordered my bottle of beer. I returned my gaze to the small girl, who took a sip of her martini once again, when I brought up the courage to ask her to dance.

"I was thinking...would you want to dance with me?" I asked before taking a gulp of my beer. She blushed, the rosy colour visible even under the light from the bar.

"No..." She began. My ego then felt like it had been popped like a balloon by a needle. "I can't dance..." Well, that was a little better.

"I could help...it's not that hard...what do you say?" I said hopefully. I didn't want to push my luck anyway. She thought about it for a moment before nodding, setting her martini on the counter. I took three huge gulps of my beer, three quarters of my beer already gone. I led her to the dance floor and found a spot for us. I put my hands on her hips cautiously. She put her arms around my neck and cautiously locked her hands behind my back. She was totally unsure of herself.

"Am I doing it right?" She asked shyly. I smiled and nodded, moving her hips a little more to the music. She blushed at the contact, and I moved a strand of her brown hair from her face.

"You're doing fine...just move your hips a little bit more, and maybe close your eyes. You have to let the music move your body; otherwise it feels kind of forced." She began to loosen up, her hips swaying a little more freely, and at that moment we locked eyes.

Call on me...Spinspinsugar,

Crawl on me...Spinspinsugar,

Stinks on me...Spinspinsugar,

Twists for me...Spinspinsugar.

Her eyes...I don't know. She was hot, but when I looked into her eyes she seemed so fragile. As we swayed to the music, our eyes never left each other.

"I think you're an excellent dancer...um...I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name..." I said shyly. She smiled.

"Rebecca..." She whispered into my ear. When I felt her hot breath on the skin of my ear, I lost all my inhibitions. I pulled my head away enough for me to turn it back to her, and in the heat I found myself kissing her. She whimpered softly, kissing me back. Shit...this was my first kiss...better make it worth the wait...I opened my mouth a little, gently caressing her lower lip with my tongue.

Call on me...Spinspinsugar,

Crawl on me...Spinspinsugar,

Stinks on me...Spinspinsugar,

Twists for me...Spinspinsugar.(1)

Slowly but surely, she opened her mouth and her tongue touched mine. I felt my stomach knot itself over and over as we continued to kiss each other fervently. We continued to sway with the music, until the tempo changed. I broke for air, Rebecca resting her head on my chest and breathing heavily. I tipped her chin up with my hand and looked into her eyes.

"You okay? Sorry if I was a little too forward...I just...MMMPH!" I tried to say before her lips found mine again. We made out for nearly five minutes, when she finally pulled away.

"That's alright...but I have to go...my friends are waiting for me..." She said. She pointed to the exit behind me, and true to her word, a bunch of girls were waving at Rebecca, trying to get her attention. I kissed her one more time. "Could I get your number though?" She asked hopefully. I smiled.

"Sure...do you have some paper and a pen?" I asked. She nodded, fishing a rumpled piece of paper and a black pen from her pocket. She handed it to me and I used my hand as a surface to write my number down. I put my first name above the number and handed it to her, Rebecca giving me one final, titillating kiss before walking away. I sighed and headed over to the bar, buying another beer. I took my bottle and headed for the room where my friends were.

I sighed as I sat down on the large leather bed, taking a swig of my drink. I felt someone nudge me in the ribs, and Jill's voice began to speak.

"Hey...who was that?" She asked coyly. Suddenly everyone began to listen in on the interrogation.

"Who?" Richard asked. He smiled, gulping down the last of his beer. Jill giggled and turned to everyone. Whatever, I could care less if they make fun of me about it. I was feeling way too damn good to care.

"The girl Isaac was sucking face with..." She replied teasingly. I gulped down some beer and smiled.

"Yeah...hottest girl I've ever seen..." I replied. Chris laughed, clapping me on the back. Through the night, I couldn't stop thinking about that mysterious Rebecca woman, and then settled on playing drinking games with Forest, losing every time. I wasn't the designated driver, and I didn't have work tomorrow, so whatever.

That night, I dreamt of Rebecca and I going farther than just making out, and that was one of the only times I slept with a smile on my face...

---End Chapter 2---

Alright! Chapter 2 is finished! Merry Christmas everyone! Here's your present! Thank you again noctorro for the permission to use Kenny in my story, and for the help you gave me. I'm very proud of this chapter. And for musical notes, the song playing in the club is called Spin Spin Sugar by the Sneakerpimps. When I wrote the lyrics for the scene, I had the music video remix in mind, not the original. If someone could point me to a link for the download of the Spin Spin Sugar music video the next chapter will be dedicated to them!