Never had a plan
and no security then
ever since I met you
I never could forget you
Wondering – Good Charlotte

J.T

I wake up Friday morning; nose feeling considerably better than it had four days ago when Brian had brought me back home. I had avoided asking Daphne to take me to Babylon for the main reason that I didn't want to go with a large bandage on my nose. For one, I would've looked incredibly stupid. Two, well, I would have looked incredibly stupid. I slowly make my way out of bed, not sure if I want to go to work today. I haven't seen Brian once since he had driven me home and if Brian was coming to the diner then he was carefully making sure that I had no idea that he was there. Why he would be avoiding me, I don't know. Maybe because I never clearly answered him when he "didn't" ask me out again.

"You better hurry if you want to make it to work on time."

I had been too busy thinking to even notice that my mom had opened my bedroom door. I quickly tell her that I'm getting up and she shuts the door again with an ok. As soon as she's gone I get up off my bed and scrounge around for some clothes to wear. I settle with a pair of black corduroy pants and a light blue tee shirt (That's what colors my mom said they were). I run a brush through my hair but I don't bother trying to do anything special to it and head out of the house without so much as one of the muffins that my mom made for breakfast. I'm not hungry - more like disappointed for some reason. That "some reason" being that Brian is avoiding me. At least, I think he is. I'm also slightly nervous. I really need to talk to Debbie. If I go to Babylon the word is going to get around to her sometime.

Especially that I was with Brian.

"Justin, wait!"

I turn around at the sound of my mom's voice and her feet quickly padding towards me.

"I can give you a ride."

Ever since the Chris Hobbs thing she's been extremely overbearing and protective, which I totally understand. And I'm glad too. I smile and nod not wanting to disappoint her. I don't think that Chris will bother me anytime soon – and even if he did want to bother me like that again I don't think he would come to Liberty Avenue and do it. Where there are tons of people milling around. But I don't want my mom to be a worrying wreck all day like I know she will be if I tell her that it's ok and that I don't need her to drop me off.

"Alright, lets go."

When she drops me off at the diner she gives me a kiss on the cheek and tells me she'll pick me up at the end of my shift, two, and we'll go home and continue my home schooling. Since me almost being raped had happened she had given me a few days to just relax and not worry about studying and doing work and whatnot. I'm glad she's starting it up again. I was getting bored despite knowing that most kids my age would jump at the opportunity of not doing school work for four days straight. I tell her goodbye and slide out of her car and hurry into the warmth of the diner, pulling off my mittens and receiving a huge hello from Debbie. I grin and make my way around the counter and throw my heavy coat off and get my apron situated.

"Good morning, Sunshine!"

"Good morning, Deb."

"You're nose is lookin' better."

"Thanks."

She leaves me at that when someone yells out that they want their fucking food. A few seconds later I can hear Debbie reaming him out and telling him that he needed to learn some manners. I smile and get to work on cleaning the empty tables concentrating only on cleaning. That's why I jump when I feel someone tap my shoulder. "Didn't mean to startle you, Sunshine." Brian. I immediately relax and shrug. "That's ok." I begin wiping again and wonder if he's going to tell me why he has been avoiding me the last four days. As if reading my mind,

"Incase you were wondering – I've been away on business."

"O-Oh. I was wondering."

"I figured."

I raise an eyebrow, stand up, and turn to face his form.

"Why's that?"

I hear him chuckle.

"Because you agreed to go to Babylon with me and, if I had to guess, you were probably wondering where I was because you obviously wouldn't go unless you knew I was going to be there."

I roll my eyes.

"I never agreed to anything and you're full of shit."

"Well, now's your chance."

"My chance to what exactly?"

"Have a good night. With me. Tomorrow."

I smile slightly, wringing the washcloth I'm holding in my hands.

"If I remember correctly, you said that other people were going to be there and that it wasn't a date. Now, it sounds like it's just going to be you and me. I don't know about you but, to me, that sounds very 'date like'."

I bet he's smiling. I know he's smiling even though I can't hear it.

"There will be other people. There are always other people in Babylon. Plus – maybe I lied."

I shake my head and resume to wiping the table.

"I guess so but on one condition."

"What?"

"You don't run off with some trick and leave me behind."

He's silent for a moment but I don't think it's out of hesitance.

"That won't be a problem, Sunshine."

His hand suddenly ruffles through my hair like I'm a ten-year-old and I yank my head away scowling at him. "I'm seventeen – not ten." He chuckles but doesn't reply and I hear his footsteps fading away and then the bells over the door jingling signaling that he's leaving. I smile slightly and move on to the next table. Then Debbie stops me, suspicion in her voice.

"Have somthin' to tell me, Sunshine?"

I think a moment and then,

"No, not really."

Because…none of this is really her business.

B.K

I stop by St. James Academy right before the last bell rings with one thing running through my mind. Chris Hobbs' ass is mine. I park my jeep in the student parking and make my way towards the front doors of the school, hands stuffed into the pockets of my pants, and watching carefully as students mill out of the building from behind my designer sunglasses. Only the best. Then I see him. It took the whole four days since I dropped Justin off to actually find out who Chris Hobbs was but, when I did, I memorized every detail from the yearbook picture I had and made sure to kick his ass good and hard.

Give him a real scare.

He's laughing and joking, hand momentarily slapping a blond girl's ass. She giggles like the bimbo that she is and sends him a, what I'm guessing is supposed to be, a seductive look of flirtation. Disgusting if you ask me. I make my way towards the group telling myself not to unleash my anger on him just yet. I'm surprised that Jennifer hasn't called the police yet with everything that has happened. Or maybe she did and they didn't do anything about it. Chris's father was powerful. He was probably one of the richest men in Pittsburgh and definitely had the power on his side. Chris could probably get away with just about anything. Even attempting to rape someone.

"Are you Chris Hobbs?"

The ass wipe, looking slightly confused, nods.

"Yeah, that's me."

"May I please have a word with you? It'll only be a minute."

He nods reluctantly, tells his friends he'll be right back, and follows me to a secluded part of the lawn of the school. Once we're out of earshot of other ears I grab the collar of his shirt and drag him behind a few trees that were planted to give the school a nice, come hither look. Startled, Chris tries to pull away.

"What the hell are you doing, asshole?"

"Shut the fuck up and listen to me."

I tighten my grip on his collar as he struggles and he must realize he won't be able to get away because he slowly relaxes, eyes wide.

"If I hear that you've laid one hand on Justin again – I'll kick your tight little virgin ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week. That's a promise."

I let go of him roughly, pushing him in the process so that he falls to the ground with a heavy thump.

"It was nice talking to you, Mr. Hobbs."

With that, I walk away, running a hand furiously through my hair, and slide back into my jeep. I watch as the ruffled man stumbles back to his friends, bewildered look still on his face. I can tell he doesn't tell his friends what happened because they soon start laughing again. I don't miss the still frightened look on Chris' face though. Good. Smiling to myself I speed away satisfied with my little threatening. It was much but it was, most likely and hopefully, enough to keep Chris off Justin's back. Literally. I push the thought away and focus on different things. Better things. More confused things.

Like my "un-date" tomorrow with Justin.

And how people will probably (will) react to it.