Wow, it has been FOREVER and I'm so sorry. I have a lot going on so, like I said before, updates will be irregular and all, so sorry.

Fear My Wrath- thank you... I think. I know the characters aren't original, because, correct me if I'm wrong, people don't want me to make Elliot gay or Olivia a bitch. I want to keep the characters themselves as I think they would be in high school. Two, "un-constitutional"? Harsh a little? I don't like that term and I'm sorry that you don't think its right to put them in high school, but correct me if I'm wrong again, this is my fic, and I want to put them a high school together.


"So, when do I get to meet Marco?" Kat asked, sitting on her bed cross-legged.

"Hmm." Abbie said, looking around at the room. "Let's just say we're... over?" Abbie took grasp the cute little bear that laid on her bed and started playing with its arms.

"That bad?" Kat asked, faced cocked sideways.

"Worst than you can imagination," Abbie said, looking down at Tabby. "So... Maggie called me, when were you going to tell me?" Abbie asked, changing the subject to her friend's new relationship. Abbie had known for a while Kat was bi even though Kat never told her directly. Kat was doing her impression of the tomato as she giggled. "Well?"

"Yeah, about that..." her words were covered with innocent giggles as she spoke, "we only went out once, and even then it ended with just a kiss." Her voice was easily readable leaking of disappointment.

"Just a kiss, that's so awesome!" Abbie shrieked, smiling at her friend. "So, do you like her?"

"I mean... I think, she's really sweet, but..." Kat stopped talking and started chewing on her cubical.

"That's a really bad habit," I said, looking down at her.

"I know." She looks down at her fingers again before popping up. "So, I'm craving a mocha and want a tour!" she said, her voice brought back excitement and joy.

"Of course," Abbie said, jumping up and fixing her pants as she grabbed her kaki colored purse. Kat followed, straightening her pants too. Her hip-hugging flare jeans and V-cut black blouse made her look jealously great as her hair flipped side to side in the ponytail. Abbie however was still in her sweats. As they told her mom quickly where they were going, the shut the door and giggled down the stairs.


Alex sat down at the coffee shop in a wait for Claire and Jane. The scent of fresh brew coffee filled the cafe. There were two college-aged guys on their computers, one reading a poetry book, and then a waitress taking a break. Going up to the counter, she order tall brownie iceys and sat down on their usual couch. She wanted to meet up with Olivia, but no answered with five times she called. She had been thinking about inviting Abbie to say sorry, but Claire, who she invited first completely hates her. Then again, besides Olivia, no one really liked her. Well, George did, but George... was... well, George was George and despite them being friends for a long time, he was nowhere near popular. Hating herself for that thought, she was happy she could quit talking to herself when Claire came in. Claire, five foot ten, perfect brown hair, a great smile, and in a cute, pink skirt that when right down to her knees and a matching top, was only not the most popular when it came to girls. All the guys loved her, but, like most of Alex's friends, Claire was a complete bitch and couldn't be nice to anyone.

"Hey, hon.," Claire said as they hugged and sat down.

"Cute skirt," Alex commented, not surprise she hadn't seen it before. Claire only wore skirts on weekends or out of school.

"Isn't it? I think it makes my butt look big," Claire joked, taking a seat. "So, is it just you and me, or is Jayne and Eli coming too?"

"Eli is at her father's in Boston this weekend, but Jane's coming," Alex said, taking a sip of the iceys.

"That looks good," Claire commented, taking it away from her and taking her own sip, "yummy."

"Want me to get you one?" Alex asked, "or do you want to wait for..."

"Would ya hon.?" Claire asked flashing a perfect smile. Alex took Claire's money and stood in line behind a cute college guy. This was the reason they met here. Great cheesecake, mochas, and topping it all, college guys. Alex smiled as he said hi and then silently told Claire, the perfect guy talker, to get up here.


"So, how's the Yankee life?" Kat asked as they walked down the busy street.

"First, hold on to your purse, and second, I'm not a Yankee," Abbie protested.

"Whatever," Kat smiled. "So, how far?"

"Not very, just down the street," Abbie said, trying to point out, but it was rather useless.

They opened the door to the sweeten smell and tiny ring, not noticing Alex or Claire in line.

"Wow, this is classy," Kat whispered just over the jazz music that played softly.

"Ain't it great," Abbie smiled, getting in line.

"Sue-purr," Kat said in a French like accent. Abbie giggle until she heard Claire's voice.

"Jayne!" Claire called, going out to greet her friend and give her a hug.

"She's hot," Kat whispered making Abbie roll her eyes.

"She's a bitch," Abbie whispered back.

"What was that, slut?" Claire asked, eavesdropping.

"Nuttin' you'd understand," Abbie said innocently.

"Claire, leave her alone," Alex said after talking to the waitress.

"Yeah, whatever, why are you ever sticking up for the dyke?" Claire asked snottishly making Jane laugh.

"Ya have a problem with dykes?" Kat smirked, standing up for Abbie in a not so smart way. Jane and Claire just stood there, not sure if they should laugh or back down. Luckily the waitress, in a dull voice said, "Two brownie iceys." Alex took them and handed them to Claire and Jane as she gave a polite smile to Abbie. Abbie was to kin on being polite, so instead, she turned to Kat before ordering.

"Two mochas and a piece of tiramisu," Abbie said, placing her purse on the counter.
"Yummy!" Kat giggled, turning towards Claire and added, "I'm so glad I can eat and still look great," she said at the anorexic girls and started giggling again.

"Whatever dyke," Claire said, rolling her eyes as she and Jane walked out. Alex looked at Abbie silently, giving a pathic smile before following them.

Kat rolled her eyes and started giggling again. Abbie loved Kat's giggle. It always makes her smile even when someone like Claire is around. The sound of a single bell told them they were gone so they sat down on two over side beanbags.


Olivia looked over at her mom once again. She was still crying about Jackson, not even knowing Olivia was the one who told the police. Three bottles scattered across the floor and the smoky smell gagged her. Olivia heard the fateful noise and a mumble before she was positive her mom had passed out. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed the quiet vacuum to pick up the puke. She heard the silent stir of her mom moving and went to her side to help her get into the bedroom. After the five-minute job, she headed outside to Fin's house and then, hopefully to the park.

Stalking down the street, she headed to the only friend she could trust house. Fin knew about it all, knew about her mother's wonderful behavior and her boyfriends. But he has his own secrets that she knows, like how his girl friend is pregnant and how he used to be addicted to crack. They have a relationship that is unexplainable and untouchable. They trust each other and care deeply, but at the same time...

Knocking on the door, she didn't dare look at any of the men in the hallway.

"Hey girl," Finn said, giving a smug smile.

"You wanna go?" she asked. The park was their spot and the trail was even more so.

"Umm... sure," he said, slamming the door as they walked out of the creaking building. The door squeaked as they opened it, and Finn swung his arm over her neck as they walked.

Elliot tossed his shirt in the hamper and picked a green button up over shirt. His white tank top out lined his hard worked built abs. He pulled the green shirt on, looked in the mirror and left his room. He passed his brother and went into the kitchen, looking at his mom for a long time as if he was studying her mood.

"Can I help you?" she asked sweetly but directly.

"I'm gonna go out, okay?" he asked sheepishly.

"Yeah," his mom said, eyeing him. "Be back before five. Your father and I are going to go out so you're going to have to watch your siblings."

"Sure," he mumbled, heading towards Olivia's.

Elliot knocked twice on the door as he awaited Olivia to answer. Instead, the women he recognized as Olivia's excuse for a mom answered the door with a drunken slur.

"Whoer ya?" she asked, eyes fixed on him.

"Is Olivia here?" he asked, eyes bleeding with worry.

"Nah," her mom said, before looking at him again. "You're the senior," she stated more than asked.

"Yeah," he said with a slight smile.

"Damn you! You're the one, who called the police, aren't you? You're the fuckin freak!" she accused, he voice sobering as she talked.

"I don't know..."

"Bull shit, get out of here you..." she said, her eyes weaving side to side as she held tightly to the door. Elliot looked at her with concern before leaving to the park knowing for sure she would be there because that is where most of the cool freshman hung out on weekends and after school.

Abbie looked over at Kat as Casey walked into the café with about three other girls in short, sport shorts and Lady Softball tops on. Smiling at Abbie she walked up to the counter, her wavy red hair flipping in the high ponytail.

"Awe... chick jocks?"

"I would guess," Abbie said, never really looking at Kat. "I kinda know the red head, she has a locker beside me, but I have no idea about the others."

"So..." Kat said after a rare moment of silence, "you wanna talk about the Marco ordeal?"

"Um, we went to the party and had a crappy time," Abbie mumbled, brushing back her hair and while she looked towards Kat, couldn't look near her face.

"Oh, hon," Kat sympathize.

"Hey... Abbie right?" Casey asked, standing with two other rather tall but pretty girls.

"Yeah," Abbie said, forcing a smile as the girls sat down in the couches beside them.

"So, what are you two doing here? Hanging out?" Casey asked, unbelievably not shy at all.

"Yeah, Kat is visiting from Texas," Abbie said as she took a bit of their perfectly made dessert.

"Hick," one of the other girls hid in a cough. Both Abbie and Kat burst out laughing.

"Nah, I ain't no hick," Kat said in a richer Texas accent.

"Hey, don't diss the hicks. Hicks rule," the other girl laughed.

"She's from Missouri," the first one said.

"Yeah, Kansas City," Casey laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Awe, Hicksville, USA," Kat joked with a small smile.

The girls all laughed as the softball girls munched on caramel popcorn and Kat and Abbie sipped their drinks. Abbie kept quiet, as if she was studying the girls. She brushed back her hair again and again as they talked.

"Yeah, my brother didn't,"Kat said, looking at Abbie concern as her eyes suddenly became larger than her head. "You okay."

"Marco!" Sammie, one of the softball girls waved at the door. Abbie couldn't take his eyes off him as she trembled with fear. What was he doing here? He couldn't be here! He walked up to the group standing directly behind Abbie as he flirted with Sammie. Abbie sat there, frozen and as Kat watched her, she figured it was because of her ex standing right behind her.

Abbie trembled as he fingered through her hair, brushing it, twirling it around and around on his strong fingers as his deep laughs trickled deeply in her ears. It seems liked forever before he went to order and Abbie and Kat used this time to escape.


Elliot walked down towards the park. His eyes darted back and forth as he walked with his shoulders slugged and hands stuffed in his pockets. He couldn't believe the events in the past few days involving Olivia. Not only the thing with her mom's boyfriend, but Elliot wasn't use to someone besides Kathy. They had been together for a long time, too long almost. And now they split up, but he still felt guilty every time he was with Olivia. At the movies, it he had forgotten that the beautiful girl sitting beside him was Olivia and not his Kathy. Shaking the thought, he went in search for Olivia so they could talk and he could hopefully make since of their "relationship" or lack of one. Grunting, he headed to the park.


Alex finished off her bag of popcorn and looked towards her two friends. She knew Claire was a bitch to everyone not in their circle, but she was better than Eli. It was amazing how many people thought the popular crowd just bared each other, but truly, besides Jane, she had been friends with all of them for so long. They all ended up very beautiful. Claire had her perfect hair and petite body. Jane, who was a star basketball player, was 5'11", had blonde hair to her shoulder and a baby face. And then there was Olivia: 5'7", brown hair that laid angelically off her shoulders and an old face with the perfect smile. Every girl envied her. Alex, who was a bit taller than Olivia, had perm blonde hair, tan skin, and a very tiny body. She wore glasses and was one of the few people who could pull them off so stylish.

"You ate all of that, you pig!" Jane joked, her hair messily put up. Alex just murmured, turning towards Claire and watched as she flirted with another senior.

"Pathic," she mumbled.

"Annoying," Jane added, standing right behind her.

"Hey, um... I'll be right back, I'm going to find a bathroom," she said, smiling as she patted her bag down for some chewing gum, but didn't take it out just yet.

Abbie walked into the public bathroom stale in the park, almost running right into Alex.

"You okay?" she asked, knowing Alex's redden face as if she was crying.

"Yeah," Alex choked, chewing on her gum. Abbie looked at her with concern, but had her own problems to deal with. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of him, the night repeating itself over and over. She splashed water on her face and looked up at the mirror. For a second, she swore she could see him behind her, about to grab her and she shrieked. Quickly, Abbie yelled at herself for being so stupid and childish. He wasn't going to come after her. He didn't care about her, no one did. They would have noticed if they did.

"Why did I have to be such a slut?" she asked herself out loud, cleaning her face with a paper towel.


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