Hello readers!180-By-Summer thanks for the great review and I hope you like this next part.

Bad things keep happening what can I say…Angst is in the air! Reviews welcome:)

MayRaven

That night I had a dream. Actually, it was more like a nightmare. I was back out on our street the night that I found out Brian wrote that letter to me and not Jordan. Everything happened as it had except when Jordan called to me to go with him I froze. I remained where I was, staring into Brian's bashful face. Instead of leaving I stayed and he kissed me, right there in front of Jordan. I don't know what happened to Jordan. I never turned to find out.

Suddenly the dream changed like dreams do and I was in Rayanne's apartment on her couch, making-out with Brian. It was like I was living out what I had heard told to me and my disturbed imagination was filling in the missing information. In the dream everything felt real. Every touch, every kiss…it was then that I realized I wasn't myself. I was Rayanne on that couch with Brian.

I woke with a start the next morning. I couldn't shake that feeling that I had been with Brian and it felt good and safe. What did that mean? Did I want to be with Brian, or did I want to be Rayanne? Or was I just confused and afraid Jordan and I would end up as messed up as them after we went through with having sex?

The worst thing about dreams like this is that you have to see the people in the dream in your, like, waking life. Boy, was I glad it was Sunday.

The week started without much excitement. Angela was fairly relieved. After the events of the past week and Rayanne going for a formal test, which came out positive, she was ready for a break and return to normal pressures of high school; like the upcoming exams.

Jordan returned to his tutor sessions with Brian. A part of Angela desperately wanted to know if he and Brian had talked about Rayanne, or if Brian knew who this secret pregnant friend of hers was, but she decided against it and stayed silent.

So far normality was back. The population of Liberty had all but forgotten about Brian and the sex rumor. At least it had seemed that way.

The lunch bell rang, Thursday, and students poured into the halls. Brian was pushed by the usual jocks into the nearby lockers. He was in their way as usual. Angela glanced over and winced in embarrassment. Sometimes she actually wished he would grow a backbone and stand-up for himself.

Making herself busy putting books in her locker and seeking out her lunch bag, Angela caught a voice asking if Brian was all right. She turned to see who it was and gaped in disbelief. It was Cynthia Hargrove, Jordan's ex, nose stud and all.

Brian blushed as he tried to gather his notes that had scattered all over the floor. Cynthia smiled and helped him pick up the loose-leaf before passing students destroyed it.

"Thanks, I mean for the help. You didn't need to," Brian said as the last papers were put safely into his pack. Cynthia smiled coyly and touched his shoulder.

"No problem. It's Brian, right?" she asked flicking her blond locks from her face.

Angela groaned. This looked suspicious from any angle. She could tell that Brian was uncomfortable and he tried to move away.

"You're really smart and stuff. I mean I've heard you were. I was thinking maybe this weekend you could, like, help me cram for the exams," she explained tracing the line of Brian's jaw and neck.

"Um, I don't really think so," Brian heard himself say. "It's just that I have a few people I'm already studying with. It's like planned and everything. I guess you could, like, join us if you want."

Cynthia pouted her lips and sighed. "No, that's okay. I was thinking that you and I could have a, like. Private session. You know, just you and me?" She said the last few words while arching her back and pushing her chest against Brian's front. Again he tried to back up and found he was jammed against a locker.

He smiled sheepishly and tried to dodge around the girl. Catching on to his maneuver, Cynthia clasped his hand and pulled him into the nearest classroom. Angela could tell that this was way out of bounds. Her friend looked helpless as the door shut behind them.

Rayanne bounced up to the red-haired girl followed by Ricki. She noticed Angela's far off gazed and waved a hand in front of her face.

"Earth to Angela?" Rayanne teased. "What's up?"

"Yeah, you look all distracted and I didn't even see Catalano around," added Ricki.

"It's not that. It's Brian. You'll never believe it. Cynthia Hargrove just pulled him into a classroom and shut the door," explained Angela.

Rayanne rolled her eyes. "Oh please. Is that like a bad joke or something?"

"I don't know, the girl looks serious," admitted Ricki.

"What would Cynthia Hargrove want with Krakow? To see his study notes?" Rayanne giggled.

"Maybe we should go in there, or something," Angela said distressed.

"You think we should worry?" asked Ricki. "Brian's a big boy, he can handle a girl, can't he?"

"Sure he can," Rayanne commented, "but I don't know about a tramp like Cynthia Hargrove."

"Thank you," said Angela, finally feeling understood.

"Let me handle this one. After all, I kind of starting this rude awakening," scuffed Rayanne. Ricki laughed as Rayanne crossed to the door, while Angela rolled her eyes at her friend's sarcasm.

Rayanne faked effort as she lightly knocked on the door. "Knock, knock. Anyone in here?" she smirked as she opened the door partway. Peeking into the room, she spotted the two against the far wall: Cynthia was pressed against Brian with her tongue down his throat and a hand down his unzipped pants.

Startled by the creaking door they both looked over. Cynthia grinned from ear to ear and Brian wanted to die. Rayanne made a lame excuse about looking for Tino and left.

Angela and Ricki watched Rayanne pass them without stopping.

"What happened?" called Ricki, his words falling on deaf ears. She was not turning back. He gave Angela a shrug.

Brian came out first, his face white as a sheet. He ignored Angela and Ricki. He headed to the boy's bathroom and was out of sight by the time Cynthia was back in the hall.

"I'll tell you something," she said to Angela.

"What's that?" Angela wanted to know out of plain curiosity.

"I know we don't really know each other, or anything, but that guy, Brian," she said pausing with a sly smile. "If his kissing is anything like his fucking that rumor was so totally true."

"Excuse me?" Ricki breathed.

"What were you doing? Gross, never mind," Angela re-thought wanting to know. "Did Rayanne Graffe just see you, like, doing stuff?"

"Yeah, I mean what's her problem? She's already had him, it's not like her to care, or whatever," Cynthia sighed with fake concern. "Oh, well. If you see Brian, tell him I'll see him Friday night."

"Excuse me?" Ricki squeaked.

Angela looked Cynthia up and down and sized her up. "Whatever," she sneered.

Cynthia gasped at Angela's attitude. "What's your problem? Pissed you didn't think of it first, honey?" she spat walking away.

Ricki stared at Angela, her face redder by the minute. This was not good. He decided to take her outside for some air.

TBC…