A/N: Greg's story is about his grandfather pulling down all the family photo albums. In the end, his girlfriend dumps him, mistaking him for gay after apicture of him wearing his mother's high heels and nothing else, and she spreads it all over the school, making him a laughingstock. Now to answer some of my wonderful reviewers!

Gorgeous Nick Stokes: I'm planning on putting some more Nick angst in chapter seven, once I deal with the problem that arises in this chapter.

battlestarcsi: I'm not sure if I'm putting Sara with Greg or Nick, I'm sort of having them fight over her for the time being. I wrote a great scene that I'm putting as chapter ten or eleven.

ObessedTWFan: It was totally a coincidence, making Sara's foster father's last name Peterson. And I put in Greg's story just for you!

JoonSanders: I wasn't sure how well the "dark-haired boy" thing would go over with everyone, I'm glad you like it! The only reason I had Greg like social studies (I think it's dumb, too) is that he seems to me like a very SOCIAL person. And also, I was running out of classes to put him in! That's me, the lazy auther who doesn't like to think very hard.

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After school, on the third Friday of the year, Catherine and Gil were on the stage of the auditorium. The rest of the actors were seated in the front row, Jim on the far left, Warrick sitting on his right, Nick to the right of Warrick, followed by Sara, Greg, and Mrs. Wells, whose beady eyes were shining behind her coke-bottle glasses.

Catherine was wielding a heavy wooden sword, one she had complained about the moment she'd gotten it. As she took a swipe at Gil, the sword weighed down on her arm, taking her swing too far and knocking Gil to the ground. Catherine gasped audibly, bending over him only to find he wasn't moving. She checked for a pulse, and finding one, breathed a sigh of relief. Nick jumped up onto the stage and hefted Gil over his broad shoulders, motioning with a jerk of his head for Catherine to come with him to take Gil to the nurse's office.

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Catherine stayed behind after everyone had left, the occasional tear running down her cheek as she rubbed Gil's hand with her thumb.

"I'm so stupid, so clumsy, my mother says I'm going to kill someone someday and she's right, I should have refused to act with the sword, I'm such an idiot!" Catherine fumed at herself. "Shit! He's one of the only friends I've got and I nearly killed him, he probably has a concussion, he'll never forgive me."

Catherine's thoughts were less angry, and the tears were flowing freely down her face as she wallowed in a pool of self-pity.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned back in the stiff plastic chair and thought about everything. "I've been a bully all my life, I've been arrested and I'm not even sixteen, I've never had a real friend and the moment someone tries to get close to me I hurt them. I'm a curse. No one will ever come near me again. I'm better off on my own, I don't need them!"

Catherine had gone back to anger, not at herself but at her friends, for trusting her. "Why didn't they know?" she asked herself," Why couldn't they see that I'm no good. That I'd hurt them if they got too close. And now the only boy I've ever…" her thoughts trailed off and she wasn't sure where they were leading. "Anyway," she thought quickly, "he's my friend and I should have known he'd get hurt from me."

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Catherine arrived at Gil's house with a book and a packet of paper in her hands. It was late September, and still warm outside. It had been four days since the accident, and she hadn't seen him since leaving the nurse's office.

She rang the doorbell, faintly hearing the echoing noise it made in the prim little house. To her surprise, Gil answered the door. He hadn't been in school that day or the Monday that preceded it, and he was wearing a t-shirt and flannel pajama pants.

"Hi," she said nervously, stepping inside as he opened the door to let her pass. "They, um, revised the script," she said, handing him the neatly stapled packet. "Mrs. Wells thought we should take out the last scene until I've had some fencing lessons."

A blush marred her porcelain face as she said this, feeling foolish at her lack of skill.

Gil watched the pink tint spread over her features, admiring the perfect way it accented her high cheekbones. When Catherine saw him staring she tried to casually cover her face with both hands, only then remembering the book that was clutched in one of them.

"I thought you might be bored, sitting around here all day," she said, thrusting the book at him and staring at her feet.

Gil took the book with some surprise, reading the title. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. He had been meaning to pick up this book for a while, having heard some good comments about it.

"You can keep it, I read it already," Catherine said stiffly.

"Thanks, Cathy," Gil said, stupefied. He couldn't deduce how she seemed to know him so well. He had thought no one would ever be able to pick a nice gift for him, not even his parents. The best thing they ever got him was a kid's chem. Lab.

"Well, 'bye, Gil," Cathy said in a strained voice, standing close to kiss Gil on the cheek before hurrying out of the house.

It was his turn to blush, and blush he did, a violent pink spreading from the tingling spot on his cheek to the rest of his face. At a glance one would think this boy, this straight-A science geek with a bug collection, looked comical gazing at the door, swinging in the wind. When you examine his face, though, the tears building in his soft blue eyes, and the darkest cloud of disappointment showing behind them, you can see the heartbreak and pain, the suffering and the torture, behind the blue eyes. He knew there was something in the way Catherine had spoken, that it was the last goodbye.

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A/N: So, what did you think? I know it's really short and I'm going to try to make the next chapters longer, but cut me some slack! My sister spilled water all over my keyboard and I had to wait forever for it to dry out. Anyway, dis it or dig it, I'd love a review! Of course I'm always more accepting of the nice ones, but anything works! You reviewers get me through the day!

Love,

Maddy