This is a quicky. I have more in the works but it's not ready yet! Freddy2fan please don't die!

Also I just wanted to say that I decided my story wasn't quite M rating material and probably won't be from other stories I've checked out in that rating category. Sorry to disappoint anyone, but it will have more sex stuff ; ) just not as graphic as some people get. Okay so on with the quicky!

MayRaven

Angela stopped Ricki from leading her away from what felt like a crime scene. She couldn't decide what was worse, Brian's moral lapse or Cynthia's vulgar accusation.

"I don't need air, Ricki!" Angela moaned. "I need you to get in that boy's room and see if Brian's okay. If he is you can bring him out here so I can kill him!"

"Fine. I'll look in on Brian if you go after Rayanne. She looked pretty upset," offered Ricki.

Angela nodded her agreement and took off down the hall and out to Liberty's front steps. Rayanne was sitting halfway down the grassy hill digging in her oversized bag. As Angela approached she could hear her sniffling into it. She was at a loss for words as she sat next to her on the grass. Her friend's feelings for Brian were still an undefined thing and she wasn't sure what to say. Luckily she didn't have to think of anything when Rayanne spoke first.

"It's no big deal," she said plainly. "It just makes my decision easier, I guess."

"What do you mean?" Angela was unclear of what was happening.

"He's obviously moving on, or whatever. So, I can too. Move on I mean."

Angela still didn't know what Rayanne had meant. "You mean about the whole him and you, or like the whole baby thing?" she asked as quietly as possible even though there wasn't anyone around to hear.

"Don't call it that!" Rayanne warned. "But yeah, that. I can, like, make my decision without him. But I think he should know."

"What?" Angela was shocked. "After all that talk about never letting him know you're going to tell him? When it's your decision?" Nothing was making any sense. But maybe these things never did.

"He has a right to know. Especially if he's going to go around with the likes of that slut," her voice was full of bitterness. She had let him go without any effort to try things out and now she was actually sorry for it. "Whatever, it's his life. But this is mine and I want to get this cleared up as soon as I can. I think that means he needs to know."

"In my humble opinion, I feel that would be a huge mistake. I guy like Brian has a whole planned out future. You're telling him will only confuse him. Or worse, what if he, like, blames you and tells you he hates you?"

"He wouldn't. And if he did, then it's like his thing. He can hate me if he wants. Bottom line: we don't have any kind of future him and me."

Angela could see the hidden sadness in her friend's eyes. It was as if the statement wasn't just about Rayanne and Brian, but about how Rayanne felt about her and any guy. Nothing was lasting to her. "If you want to I guess I won't stop you," she said at last.

"Thanks Angela, you're a true friend," Rayanne said wrapping her arms around the girl.

Brian Flushed and came out of the bathroom stall only to come face to face with Ricki. Ricki watched as Brian washed his hands and splashed his face with cool water. It didn't seem to him that Brian had been crying, but maybe on the verge.

Ricki stared at Brian through the mirror. Brian could feel his eyes and finally looked up annoyed. "What? Have you come to rag on me or something?"

"Actually I came to see if you were alright," said Ricki.

Brian sighed and slumped against the tiled wall next to the sink. "I'm fine, thanks."

"I don't come in here very often. I don't know how you can stand it. It's so…so…dirty," Ricki observed trying to make light of the situation.

Brian smiled and pushed back his curls. "Yeah, it's pretty disgusting. Is Angela mad?"

"Angela? She just hates Cynthia; you know how it is with her being Catalano's ex and all. She's fine. But Rayanne looked really upset," he said with a hint of concern.

Brian stared at the floor. "Why should she be upset? She's made it clear that she doesn't even like me."

"Maybe, or maybe that's what she wants everyone to think; including, like, herself," Ricki said thoughtfully as he left the boy's room leaving Brian alone to think.

Angela and Rayanne spent the rest of the afternoon on Liberty's front lawn. Strangely, not a single teacher showed to tell them to get back inside. Together they chatted and laughed. Angela confessed about the story she'd made up to tell Jordan. Rayanne admitted she was a bit bothered by it, but laughed saying that Jordan really did need someone like Brian to help him put two and two together.

After the last bell students poured out of the main doors and passed the girls as though they weren't there. Ricki casually made his way over and lay his head on Rayanne's shoulder. Angela smiled and gave her friend a kiss.

Rayanne noticed Brian walk past and look the other way. She called to him and motioned him over to their little group. Reluctantly he obeyed and came to stand near them.

"What?" he asked a bit on edge.

"Nothing, Krakow. How're your pants?" Rayanne giggled. Ricki rolled his eyes and Angela burst into laughter.

"I'm out of here," was his only reply. As Brian moved to go Jordan stopped him and gripped his shoulder heartily.

"So I hear you and Hargrove have a study date for tomorrow night," he said suggestively. "You don't mind, do you Graffe?"

"Excuse me?" she said pretending to be clueless.

"Did you like set this up or something?" asked Ricki.

"Maybe a little," Jordan admitted. "We go way back Cynthia and me. I thought Brian looked like he needed a girl. Last Saturday night he was so bummed."

"You didn't?" Brian was mortified.

Rayanne stood and stared Jordan in the face. "You're slime, you know that?" Then she stormed off followed by Ricki who glared at Jordan as he passed.

"Hey, you said you guys weren't a thing!" Catalano called after her.

"Great, thanks. Thanks a lot!" Brian spat as he too walked away.

"Damn, I was just trying to do the guy a favor," Jordan said with honest confusion.

"I don't think he needs those kinds of favors," Angela sighed watching her friends go.

She knew that her boyfriend's intentions had been good, even if they'd had bad results. She encircled his waist with her arms and squeezed him tightly, hoping it would make her forget he was just talking about Cynthia Hargrove and how far back they went.

TBC…