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OMG, for once I don't have an Author's Note! Well, I guess I'll just make this the one where I thank all my reviewers….

Thanks, you guys, you rock!

Emily: Go reviewers! Wooooohooo!

Justin: Uh..Excuse my friend, she's had a bit of a shock...

Christine: Um..Justin?

Justin: (blushes) Yeah?

Christine: Why were you in my room?

Just a Thought

Christine's P.O.V.

I think that Drama was better than I thought it would be. Unfortunately, I was exhausted afterwards. Luckily for me, it was the last class of the day. As soon as the teacher told us the rest of the auditions were on Wednesday and we could leave, I ran all the way back to my room and crashed on my bed. My dreams were plagued with terror and dreams of a man in a mask. I felt someone stroking my forehead and voices telling me not to give up, that I should never give up. I sat up suddenly, and found myself inches from Justin's face.

Mania's P.O.V.

After class was over, Christine bolted and I concerned myself with trying to find Will. He was over in the corner having a very loud argument with Justin. I stepped between them to break it up and Justin glared at me.

"Look, go find Christine. I'll keep him here." I whisper to him. He stares at me for a minute and runs off, hopefully to find Christine. I turned to Will.

"So, where did you come here from?" I ask him as politely as I can. He just stares at me. I realize I have to keep him occupied while Christine and Justin talk.

"So, um….There's a dance on Friday." I tell him, desperately trying to think of something to say. He stares at me and I see him lean a little bit closer.

"Um….Would you go with me?" He asks slowly and carefully. I stare at him. Justin, you'd better be talking about something important……… I smile at him as happily as I can.

"Sure." I tell him, not noticing him move closer.

"Good," He says and kisses me.

Justin, you're dead.

Justin's P.O.V.

After Mania told me to go find Christine, I went to her room. She was lying on her bed and turning in the sheets, like a child in the middle of a nightmare. I sit next to her and watch her for a few minutes. On instinct, I reach out and stroke her forehead. She quiets then suddenly sits up, her face only inches from mine. Then I know. Why I stare at her, why the room lights up when she's near, why she's all I can think about. I stand up slowly and stumble backwards.

"I'm sorry," I mutter as I run out of the room, not looking back.

What if she doesn't feel the same?

Emily's P.O.V.

I watched my friends scatter across the room. Christine ran away, Justin went to argue with Will and Mania to wander around. I sigh and pull my backpack up from the ground. Tyler's the easiest to talk to, so I suppose I'll go and find him. The trek across the schoolyard is short. I spot Tyler over by the fence, talking to some girl. I frown as a strange pang of jealousy rips across my heart. All of a sudden, she leans over and kisses him on the lips. I sob and run back to my room. I hear a shout behind me, but I don't care. I run up the stairs and down the hall. I slam right into someone and don't even care.

"Sorry." I sob and stagger to my dorm. The door slams shut and I fall to my bed, too tired to even notice that there's a letter from Dad lying on my bed.

Tyler's P.O.V.

After I got out of Journalism, I didn't see any of my friends in the courtyard, so I walked over to a girl I remembered from the newspaper office. She was standing all by herself. I just walked over and started talking to her. Apparently, she thought I was asking her out or something. She just up and kissed me for absolutely no reason. I pulled away and saw Emily run off in tears.

"Emily!" I shouted and tried to run after her. But the girl held me back. I turned and slapped her, not caring whether or not I'd get in trouble. I turned and ran after her but it was too late. The hall was pretty much empty except for Justin, who was pounding on his dorm door with one hand and holding his hand with the other.

"Emily! Open the flipping door!" He yelled, wincing at the noise.

"Go away!" a tearful voice came from behind the door.

"Hey, it's my dorm, too!" Justin yelled back. I walked up to him and he turns to me.

"She likes you, you get her to open the flipping door!" He growls.

"I'm the reason she's mad." I mutter and turn to go.

"Wait a minute, what?" Justin asked me, grabbing my shoulder.

"Leave me alone." I growl, and he lets go. I stomp off to my room.

I think I've just broken her heart.