Author Note: I know I said I was going to update ASDSL and this one, but honestly, I really need to think about what is going to happen in ASDSL. I know what my main goal is...but I just need to figure out how to get to that point.

Next Tuesday...if I don't have plans then I am going to update ASDSL, no JA after this chapter until after I update ASDSL...and I actually might update HT too...shocker?

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Chapter Two

Monday, September 1nd- Same Day

I smiled when the bell rang, indicating that English class was over. The teacher, Mrs. Fries, was yelling over the bustling students, warning them to bring their books the next day. I packed away all of my supplies and hung my book bag over my shoulder, retreating from the classroom as fast as possible. I followed the heard of Juniors down the stairs, past Freshman who had already had their lunch, and walked through the Great Hall towards the courtyard. I searched throughout the crowds for someone I knew to sit with, hoping that Soraya had the same lunch period. As I turned back towards the school, bent on going to my room to eat instead, I heard my name.

"AMY!" I spun around quickly and tried to find the source. As a rather large boy stepped towards his table I saw her. Scrambling out of her seat, trying to hold her skirt down as it got caught, was Soraya. She started to run towards me and I smiled, holding out my arms. "You're here!" she squealed, hugging me until I couldn't breathe.

"I'm here." I repeated through tightly pursed lips. People were starting to stare, but I could care less. I just wanted to breathe. So I pulled back and she smiled brightly, revealing perfectly straight teeth.

"I tried calling you last week, when I got home from Florida, but no one answered." she grabbed my arm and softly pulled me, leading me towards the table she had momentarily abandoned. She sat down in her seat, and then pulled up another, motioning for me to sit. When I did I felt the stares of the other people at the table and turned to smile at them. It was a long table that seated ten people. Soraya was in the middle, me next to her, and on the end of the table was a boy, staring at me. Across from me were four girls, and then on the other end was another guy, and then two more guys next to Soraya. On of which was,

"Matt!" I leaned over Soraya to hug him quickly, laughing into his hair. "How are you?"

"I'm good." he paused and stared at me, his smile wilting slightly, "What about you?" I knew he was talking about my mom's death, and so I looked down. When it first happened Soraya and Matt had tried to see me and to comfort me, but I wouldn't let them. I pushed them away. Soraya left for Florida to stay with family for the rest of the summer while Matt stayed home and participated in a Medical Club that his parents enrolled him in. They had both called and Matt had even come over a few times, but all in all we hadn't seen much of each other over the long summer.

"Better," I smiled, "Just better." he nodded and looked down at his hand, intertwined with Sorayas. I smiled at them then glanced around the table. Everyone was looking at me, quick glances, but I noticed.

"Hi, I'm Amy Flemings," I turned to the boy next to me, offering my hand, he grasped it and shook it lightly, his brown eyes warming up. He had light brown hair, cut short and flipped in the front.

"Kevin," he smiled at me and looked down the rest of the table, gesturing to everyone else in turn, "This is Kiley, Vanessa or Nessa for short, Halley, Marissa...her nickname is Marmy...don't ask, Candice, Jeff, Nick, and you know Matt and Soraya." I nodded to each one, smiling in turn.

"Nice to meet you," and just like that I was part of the group. Marmy jumped into a conversation with me and Nessa, gushing about what her boyfriend had done to for her the night before.

"He came to my room last night, with Ty and Charlie, and apologized for everything." she giggled, and I realized that this was the girl Mark had been going to see. I smiled at her, knowing it must have meant a lot. "Ty and Char ended up leaving because we got a little...rambunctious." at this Kiley gagged.

"Yeah, rambunctious my ass. You guys were practically eating each other. Not to mention the groping. I had to sit in the bathroom for like...an hour" apparently Kiley was Marmy's roommate. I smiled sympathetically at her.

"Next time come to my room, I'm all alone down there. I actually saw the guys before they went to your room," Marmy stopped talking and Kiley and Nessa dropped their eyes.

"You saw Mark before he saw me?" Marmy asked, her voice tight.

"Yeah, I hadn't noticed the time and was heading towards the bathroom to get ready for bed and I bumped into all of them." she smiled, apparently over what had bothered her.

"Oh, that's cool," she turned to Kiley, "So next time it happens, you can go visit Amy. What fun," she giggled at the thought of Kiley having to leave, and Kiley turned to me.

"Thanks. Usually I go to Raya's room, but lately she's been really tired," she glanced at her and Matt, "So it's nice to have somewhere to go." she paused, "Your in the dark part right...Casey's old room?"

"Casey?" I questioned, confused.

"Yeah, Casey Johnson. She got pregnant last summer and her parents payed for the room to get built or whatever but she had to leave when she had the baby. The school changed their mind. Reputation or something stupid like that." she played with the bread of her sandwich as she said this.

"Last summer? Head Clancy said it was over a decade ago..."

Kiley snorted, "She would. She likes to make it seem like she wasn't the Head when it happened so it wasn't her decision to let her stay or make her leave. There was a lot of controversy over it. Casey was our friend, she used to sit with us. We've all tried to see her but her parents won't tell us where she is. Bastards," she muttered.

"Oh, that's horrible. They gave her false hope then kicked her out," I grimaced at the thought.

"Yeah well, like I said, they're all bastards," she paused and glanced at Marmy who was in deep conversation with Soraya and Matt who looked bored, then she leaned close and whispered "By the way, don't mind her. She doesn't mean any harm, she's really sweet. It's just she's a very jealous person. That's what her and Mark always fight about, she tries to control him and he gets pissed. She probably thought you guys were back there having sex or some shit like that," I laughed lightly. I liked Kiley. She was straight forward and spoke her mind. Definitely one of a kind, and someone I could grow to be good friends with.

"Yes. Random sex is my kind of thing," she laughed and shook her head slowly. Then stood to dump her lunch.

"Your not bad Flemings," and with that she walked away, her long honey blonde hair swinging as she went.

Friday, September 12th- Almost 2 weeks later.

I hummed a tune as I walked to Current Events, bobbing my head slightly. As I walked into the room I did my usual routine of glancing towards Ty's seat. Today he was slumped in his chair, white button up shirt slightly undone due to the heat, and his tie loose around his neck. He was drumming his pen against his desk and his eyes were glued to it, like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I watched him for a moment, studying his angular, strong features.

I sighed and sat down, resisting the urge to talk to him. I hadn't since that night with Mark and Charlie, and he hadn't talked to me since he told me his name. I wanted to approach him, but he seemed so distant. Around his friends, during lunch, he joked and laughed, but usually sat quietly, doing homework or listening to his ipod.

I turned away from him and attempted to listen to the teacher. He was speaking to the class about our first project. "The world is full of events. Something is happening now, something is going to happen in ten minutes. Or something happened ten days ago that has effected us up to this moment. What I want you to do," he started to pass out a piece of paper, our assignment, "Is to choose one Current Event and write a two page essay on it. It's due next Wednesday, and I expect quality people." Great, I thought, the library is going to be packed. That's the only place we get newspapers, and not everyone has a computer.

I sighed, banning myself to the library during study hall. Every students dream. I wandered through the rest of the day, trying to go to my room as much as possible to drop books off so my bookbag was lighter. Finally seventh period came and I sprinted to my room, grabbed my rather large Current Events book and darted towards the library.

The Library is located on the first floor in-between the boys and girls dorms. I had never been before but had passed it many times. When I stepped through the large doors I gasped at the sight. It was an old library, that much was obvious. The shelves rose high above my head, old ladders adorned them, the kinds that slide alone the stacks, making it easy to find books. The floor were a dark maroon and the wood all around was a dark cherry color. The ceiling contained a large round dome that had stained glass windows throughout it. I shook my head at the mere beauty of it all and headed towards the front desk.

"Hello," I whispered, "I need newspapers from the past few weeks, and a computer." The young lady sitting there walked me towards the back of the library, which was rather large. She helped me sort through the newspapers I wanted, showed me where the computers were for when I needed them, and then left me. I decided to stay near the back, both because of the newspaper..incase I needed another, and because it was more tranquil. The back was dimmer, covered from the overhang of the upstairs portion of the library. There were scattered desks and I chose one in the back corner, in the reference section. This blocked me off from everyone's view and let me concentrate more.

For the next twenty minutes I sat sifting through newspapers, trying to find a subject. I decided to talk about President Bush and everything going on in Iraq. I went back to the newspaper rack and picked out at least four more newspaper articles on the subject. As I turned to go back to my cubby I ran right into someone with a slight oof.

"I'm so sorry," I stammered, rubbing my nose where it had collided with the person's chest. I looked up as I apologized and dropped my hand. "Hi." I said dumbly, mentally slapping myself.

Ty smiled down at me and shook his head, "It's ok," I went to side step him, a blush creeping up my neck, and he went the same way. We did this a few times before he grasped my shoulders and moved me towards the right and he moved himself towards the left. I took a big breath and walked back to my table. I dropped my head into my arms,

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." I muttered into my arms, "Hi. What the hell was that...sounded like a freaking robot." I took to muttering to myself, calling myself stupid many times over. My voice was muffled but it filled my ears, so I didn't hear him approaching.

"Are you ok?" a confused voice broke through my muttering and I looked up, startled. Ty stood above me, newspapers in hand, looking down at me questioningly.

"Oh, yeah." I smiled as much as I could, trying to look halfway sane. He apparently accepted that and sat down opposite me at the table.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked, glancing at me as he opened his notebook.

It took me a second to realize that he was actually talking to me. We hadn't even looked at each other in weeks and then suddenly he wants to sit with me? "No, not at all." I tried to busy myself with my work, half of my essay written, a rough draft of course. After several minutes I daringly glanced up at him sitting across from me.

His head was bent over his work, his hand moving swiftly over his notebook, taking notes.

"What are you writing about?" I suddenly realized it was I who spoke. He looked up at me for a moment, then took to writing again.

"Hurricanes," I nodded.

"Katrina?" I asked and he looked momentarily confused and then nodded,

"Among the majority. That is a big one so yeah, that will have a part." We lapsed into silence once again and I looked at the clock. There was about five minutes before eighth period, and I decided to come back the next day, giving up some of my weekend to finish the essay. I started to pack my bag.

"Leaving?" I looked over at Ty to see that he was looking at me.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I have art in a few minutes."

He just stared, not showing any emotion, "I have Spanish." I looked at him, wondering if I was supposed to reply to that.

"Well you should stop now too then," I suggested lamely.

"No, I'm going to stay. I'm fluent in Spanish, I just take it for the credits. One day wont hurt me. Plus I want to finish this today." I stared with wide eyes, not fully comprehending.

"Your going to skip?" I finally stuttered out, surprised. He laughed and I loved it. It was soft and smooth.

"Yes, I'm going to skip." his emerald eyes twinkled at me and I found myself not moving, minutes ticked by and I just sat there. Finally the bell rang, and I jumped, stuffing books into my bag. Then a hand grabbed my wrist and stopped my movements, I looked up, frazzled.

"Slow down," Ty chuckled lightly, "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

I didn't falter in answering, "I have class, I'm going to be late," I tried to pull my hand away but he held tight,

"So what?" his eyes became serious.

"So..." I looked at him like he was crazy, "I have to go."

"Skip. It's just art." I just stared at him and pondered this in my mind. I had skipped a few times before. Once, on my birthday when Soraya and Matt snuck me out to bring me to a concert that started during school. And once when I had gotten sick and just left, not telling anyone. It wasn't new, but this school was more important. It was a boarding school for Christ's sake. But as I looked at him I realized we were talking. I had been wanting to talk to him for weeks, ever since that day in class. Was I willing to ruin this for art, for a drawing of a few flowers? I looked at the clock. I could plead sickness, or say I had cramps and just went back to my dorm. Finally I pulled my hand away,

"Fine, but I can't stay here. The librarian knows I was only supposed to be here for one period, I told her." I paused, "Do you have a computer?"

He smiled at me, standing up and packing his bag, "Follow me." And I did.

Author Note: I hadn't planned on ending the chapter here, I planned on ending it at the end of the day after Amy and Ty parted for the night. But my friend is going to be here soon and I wanted to post this. So here you go. Tell me whether I should write another chapter for this or ASDSL next week. It's up to you guys.

Steph...do you know now?