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Chapter 2

Elizabeth's eyes went wide.

"That's my car!" She gasped and ran out of the room. Keavy didn't wait to talk to Will, but went back to the bleachers across the room to get her bags, one for dancing, one for fencing. She didn't realize how closely Will was following her.

"Keavy, uh-" He started, almost stepping on her heels. "I think you got the wrong impression between you and I." He tried tentatively.

"Oh, yes, I think I did too Mr.-" She stopped, realizing she didn't know his surname.

"Turner." He filled in.

"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't realize that a British man's way of saying 'I don't like you' is to KISS the woman, Mr. Turner." She flung her fencing tote bag over her shoulder and had the dancing one in one hand and her sword in the other. She pushed passed him and moved for the door when he grabbed her arm to stop her. She had had enough.

"Enough Will!" She pivoted on her right foot to turn around and look at him. Before he realized it, her saber was pointing at his chest. He stared from her to the saber again and again, and then in a flash, fluid movement, he kicked the sword out of her hand with his foot and into his own hand. He turned the tables and now pointed it at her chest. She stared at him.

"Please do not threaten me." He warned calmly. Keavy rolled her eyes; that being the only thing that wouldn't harm him in her fury. Elizabeth rushed in and ran up to Keavy and Will. She stood right between Will and her and looked at her, being almost a foot taller than her.

"You lied! Why did you tell me my car was on fire?" She had her hands on her hips, trying to intimidate her. Keavy leaned around Elizabeth to talk to Will.

"I have other things to do that don't involve you William Turner." She pushed passed Elizabeth and into the rainy afternoon.

After spending about ten minutes going up and down the rows, trying to remember where she had parked, she found her car and threw her things in the passenger seat beside her and getting in herself. She jammed her keys in the ignition and turned it. The car sputtered to life. A few seconds later, the car made a rumbling noise and turned off. Keavy panicked momentarily, turned the key again, and it spluttered, then without staying, it died again. This time, no matter how many times she turned the key, the car made a funny squealing, tortured sound and the engine wouldn't turn over. She got so mad that she pounded the steering wheel in vain, and bashed her forehead into the horn, making it beep every time she hit it. Finally, she sat up, counted to ten, and dug through one of her bags, looking for her cell phone. When she found it, she punched in Michael Flatley's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Hi, Michael, it's Keavy. I just got out of my fencing class and I found that my car decided to die on me. Do you think that there would be anyway for anyone to come and pick me up?" She sighed audibly and tilted her head sideways to rest on the window.

"Sorry, Keavy, but we are all really busy right now, we seem to be having a bit of trouble with some of the dances. Your brother did drop off your instruments before he went to work though!" Michael tried to add as a lighter note.

"Oh, well, that's just peachy, my fiddle, drum, and flute made it but I didn't." She scratched the back of her head, deep in frustrated thought. "Don't worry about it. I'll take a bus or walk." She forced herself to give a little laugh because he sounded slightly worried, but she stopped almost immediately because it sounded unbelievably false and disgustingly cheery. Michael and Keavy said their goodbyes and she through the phone back in the duffle bag beside her. She leaned her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes. All was quiet.

Suddenly there was a sharp knock at her window. She jerked and snapped her eyes open. Will was bending down to peer in at her through the window. She looked the other way, trying desperately hard to ignore him. He opened the car door to talk to her.

"Having car troubles?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips. She looked straight ahead, Elizabeth was getting into her car.

"No, it works." She reached forward to turn the key again, praying that it would work, but yet again, the gods were cruel and it didn't turn the engine over. Will laughed.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride." He reached for her hand.

"No, I'll take the bus or something." Keavy pulled her hand out of his grasp, even though she loved him touching her hand. I can't think about that now!

"Hey, your car doesn't work, mine does, I'm giving you a ride. Now get your things." When she still didn't move, he went around to the passenger side of the car and took her things out of her car, depositing them in his own car, only two spots over. He drove a dark blue Sunfire. After this, she had no choice but to get into his car.

"So where to?" He pulled out of the parking space and onto the busy street.

"You can drop me off at Fifth and Treelane." She stated rather harshly, then, "Please." As an afterthought. She sat as close as possible to the car door. There was silence for a good fifteen minutes.

"So, where's Lizzy?" She emphasized, a hint of bitterness in her tone.

"She's meeting me at my place." He rubbed his chin, trying to disguise what they would actually be doing, but he could tell by her silence after his comment that she knew. After another few minutes of silence, he tried to talk to her.

That's why I came to check on you, you know. I thought you were having some sort of seizure in your car, making all that racket with the horn and such." She made no comment. Instead, Will thought he saw her edge (if possible) closer to the window. He attempted another stab at conversation.

"So, what are you doing in at Fifth and Treelane? That's a pretty rundown industry area. A lot of creeps around there." He cleared his throat, he didn't mean to sound so nosy. She didn't answer at first.

"What I do is my business. What you do is your own." Was all she said to him for the remainder of the car rise.

Before she got out, he decided to ask her why she was being so rude.

"You know, I', giving you a ride, the least you could do was be polite about it." He leaned over to her side of the car to see her once she got out. Keavy leaned down, her hand on the door so she could see him. She looked him square in the eye.

"I didn't ask you for a ride." She slammed the door in his face and walked away, not looking back, duffle bags in hand or slung over shoulder.

Will watched her at a distance, trying to see where she went into a building. She started to move out of sight, so Will shifted out of park and rolled the car along until he saw her walk up to an empty (or so he thought) warehouse and open the door. Light shone briefly from the doorway and then faded as the door closed behind her. He parked the car again and made sure he left no valuables in the car and got out. He walked up to the door and listened carefully as he put his ear up to it. He heard nothing, then as if out of nowhere, a piano began to play. He opened the door and walked quietly inside.

AN: OOHH! Suspense! I hope you like it, and I hope you'll review... because I wanna know what you think and if you wanna flame me then go right ahead. HAHAHA! CHUCKIE FOR PRESIDENT!