Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Hope, Jordan, the plot, and Ali. Amber and Sarah are owned by the winners.

"So, want to hangout later?" Nathan asked, walking out of the school with Daley.

"You bet!" Daley said, grabbing his hand with her free one.

"Miss Marin!" someone called from behind. Daley dropped Nathan's hand and turned around to come face-to-face with Mrs. Barton, the principal.

"Hi, Mrs. Barton." Daley said, grinning.

"Miss Marin, would you please come with me for a moment? Come talk with me." She said, walking a little bit away.

"I'll call you later." Daley said, waving to him since they weren't supposed to show PDA. (Public Display of Affection) She walked towards the principal, and she could see that Courtney was over there.

"Miss Marin, did you fight with Miss Phillips?"

"Mrs. Barton, she was-"

"Don't interrupt me. Did you, or didn't you?"

Courtney was smirking at her and she said, "Don't lie, Day."

"Yes, Mrs. Barton, but it was only because-"

"No. Miss Phillips, you may go."

"Thank you Mrs. Barton." Courtney said, smiling at her, then sauntered off towards her cliché.

Once she was out of earshot, Mrs. Barton said, "Daley, I know what's been happening. But, that does not give you an excuse to fight with other students. I was planning to let you run in the elections again, but now, I'm not so sure. I'm sorry, but I won't let you."

"Mrs. Barton!"

"No, Daley. Now, I want to hear you're side of the story."

"Well, I was walking towards my next class, when I see Courtney and her friends picking on Melissa Wu. So, I went to help Melissa out, when Courtney says- when Courtney starts to insult me and my boyfriend. Then, I just got really upset, and I didn't think about what I was doing, and I sort of, lunged at her, and, Mrs. Barton, could I please run?"

"Daley, no. I'm sorry, but it's in school rules, you should know that. Now, I need to go take care of some meetings. Good-bye."

"Bye, Mrs. Barton." Daley said, walking back to Nathan.

"What happened?" he asked, grabbing her hand again.

"One; I hate Courtney Phillips, Two; I can't run in the elections."

"What? Who will I have for competition if you don't run?"

"Ha ha. Courtney has a war coming her way. A war."

29 DWN

Hope, Jordan, and Lex were walking out the school doors, and were heading to a local ice cream parlor.

"What did you see in him?" Lex asked Hope as they walked past Luke and his group.

"I was upset. Everyone was saying ya'll were dead. You were gone for a long time." she replied, blushing.

"Hi, I'm still here!" Jordan said, stepping in between the two.

All three laughed and walked into the parlor.

29 DWN

"Sarah, there's a show tonight. All of us are going." Sarah's told her once she walked into the house.

"Am I modeling, or watching?" Sarah asked.

"Watching. Remember, you and Amber and Ali get all the credit?"

"Yeah, but Ali is allowed to model."

"Not often. Go get ready." She said, shooing her up the stairs.

29 DWN

"Oh, my God!" Jackson yelled, jumping up.

The man at the door glared at him, and shoved Melissa out of the way. "Move, girl." He said, harshly.

"Leave. Now." Melissa said, her voice shaking.

The man laughed, and said, "I'm here to get my son. I had an idea he would be here." Mr. Jackson said. (AN, incase you didn't know, Jackson's real name is Cody Jackson)

"You heard her. You're on private property." Jackson said, standing in front of his father.

He slapped him, hard, and said, "Get your stuff. We're leaving."

"I'm not. I'm a guest of the Wu's." Jackson said.

Mr. Jackson quickly reached out his hand and grabbed Melissa's hair. Then, he took out a knife and held it to her throat. "Get. Your. Stuff." He said again.

"Don't, Jackson!" Melissa told him.

"Mel, I don't want you to get hurt! Let go of her, dad." Jackson said, his eyes darting to the knife, to his dad, to the knife, and back again.

The older man let go of Melissa and pushed her to the floor with a thunk. Then, he slowly advanced toward his son. In one quick motion, Melissa tripped him and got up. But, he had grabbed her foot. He held the knife to her foot, and cut it.

"Ow!" Melissa yelled in obvious pain.

Jackson punched his father, and his father punched him back. Melissa was trying to hop towards the phone, but when she picked it up, it was dead.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I cut the phone wires. If you feel so bad about him going by himself, why don't you come with him?" Mr. Jackson asked. He currently had Jackson on the floor, and was holding his head back to where he could barely breathe.

"Let go of him!" Melissa yelled.

"No." Jackson rasped.

Melissa quickly reached into her pocket and tried to find her cell phone. Mr. Jackson held it up in the air, the tossed it out an open window.

Melissa ignored the pain in her foot, and how scared she was. All she was worried about was Jackson's safety. (AN; AWWW!)

"Stop, Mel." He rasped.

Melissa grabbed his dad's foot, and twisted it.

He cried out in pain, and grabbed the girl. "Jackson, go get help." Melissa told him.

"Don't you dare, or I'll kill her."

"Go, Jackson. Now." Melissa said.

Jackson grabbed a phone he saw on the counter. It was a cord phone.

"It won't work. Until you do something-" Mr. Jackson said, throwing Melissa onto the couch. Then, he quickly sat on her chest, and not lightly, either.

"Oomph." Melissa weezed.

'Oh, my God.' Jackson thought.

"Get-help. Now." Melissa panted.

Jackson had no choice but to-

HAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm horrible! Aren't I? Whenever I have a good idea for a cliffhanger, I'll use it, since I don't do cliffies all that often. Anyway, you know the standard. 2-3 reviews. At least. But, you know I like more! Love Lots!