AN- Here's yet another lovely chapter. I won't be dragging this story out as long as I did for "Moving On"…so maybe another 4-5 chapters. Enjoy!

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Collins spent the night at Mark and Roger's apartment. He didn't sleep though; his night was mainly dedicated to thinking of how to confront Angel. Finally, after a seemingly useless attempt to sleep, his eyes finally closed and he finally fell asleep.

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Voices were heard before his vision came into focus. He blinked a couple of times looking around. He was laying in an office…a nurse bopped around tending to several teenagers who looked like they'd gotten in a fist fight. Tom sat up. Don't tell me I'm back…

The nurse noticed him and walked over. "Well Tom nice of you to join us…" She said touching the back of her hand to his forehead. He flinched.

"Ow! What happened?" He asked looking around again.

"That boy, Ricky, punched you in the head…he said you went after him…" She said nodding. "No disciplinary action towards him will be taken unless you want it to…"

Tom shook his head. He remembered now, after Ricky broke up with him he went after him to apologize and Ricky slugged him. He'd almost forgotten how strong Ricky was. The nurse sighed and went back to tend to the other teenagers.

After a couple of minutes, Collins stood up and walked to the nurse's secretary. She gave him a hall pass to class and he left the office. As he was walking to his science class, he heard someone call him. He stopped and turned around.

"Tom, wait up man." Said the tall, thin boy walking towards Tom.

"Roger?" Tom asked. The boy smirked at Tom. Tom frowned. "What's up man?"

Roger swung his arm around Tom and walked with him. "So you and the fucker broke up?"

"Yes, Ricky and I broke up." Tom said rubbing his forehead.

"And he punched you in the face?" Roger snickered.

"Yes. He punched me in the face…what are you getting at?" Tom said, getting slightly irritated.

"Nothing, nothing. But seriously Tom, I can't believe you got knocked out by that pansy!" Roger snorted with laughter.

"Fuck off!" Collins pushed Roger, who was still laughing loudly. Well at least nothing changed with Roger- he's still an asshole.

"Dude I'm just kidding around! Seriously, I'm sure you can find another good boyfriend!" Roger wiped several tears from his eyes.

Collins rolled his eyes. "Yeah whatever…"

"So Mark was telling me that you were acting all strange before lunch…you told him that Maureen was cheating on him with a girl…" Roger said conversationally. "But tell me, how much weed have you smoked this week?"

"Ugh…he told you that I'm not actually in high school didn't he…" Collins mumbled.

"Yeah…so you live in New York City now huh? Ricky looks like your current boyfriend…uh…" Roger was smirking.

"Angel. Her name is Angel." Collins cut in.

"Yeah…Angel…wait…HER?" Roger cocked his head to one side.

"Angel's a drag queen." Collins explained calmly.

"What a fuckin' freak." Roger blurted out.

Collins grabbed his shirt and shook him. "Don't ever say that!" He yelled. Roger tried to get released from Tom's grip, without any success. "I love Angel more than life! So don't you EVER say that about him!" He kept yelling as everything around him went dark. He was still yelling and shaking who he thought was Roger.

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Tom felt hands on his shoulder, pulling him away from Roger. But he still held on. He heard voices again.

"Holy shit Collins! What the fuck! Let go of me!" Came Roger's voice.

"Why were you trying to wake him up Rog?" Mark's voice asked.

Finally Tom opened his eyes and looked around. He had a good grip on Roger's shirt, it was ripping slightly now. Mark was holding Collins back from Roger.

"Oh! Sorry man!" Tom let go. Roger stepped towards the wall and Mark let got of Collins.

"It's ok." Roger said quickly. "Man I have never seen you that violent…" Roger grinned.

"I was having a dream…sorry…" Collins stood up.

"Of what?" Mark asked, he was still surprised from the whole ordeal.

"I was strangling Roger…I have to go talk to Angel…" Tom said quickly, walking out the door, leaving Mark and Roger staring at each other.

"That must've been a hell of a dream…you must have pissed him off Roger." Mark laughed.

Roger flipped him off. "Watch it Cohen…you're pissing me off." Roger clenched his fists, and smirked triumphantly when Mark's smiled faded. "That's what I thought."