Yep, I'm back again! This story's gotten 40 reviews so far. I'm hoping to hit the 50 review mark by Easter Sunday. (But that's going to mean a lot of writing.) Yet more incentives for getting to the Xenomorphs soon!

Anyway, enjoy this chapter. I'm afraid the situation with Rebecca is going to get worse before it gets better…

Yautja, Predator and all related characters and trademarks are © 20th Century Fox.

CONFUSING FEELINGS

When Drake got up the next morning, he felt more exhausted than when he went to sleep.

By now, at least, the effects of the serum should have worn off completely. As he got up, however, he felt any number of cuts and bruises all over his body.

Looking over at his alarm, he saw that the time was 8: 45

"C'jit!"

About fifteen minutes later, Drake bolted into School and through the corridor, into the Geography room. He was surprised, however, to see only four other students in there.

"Uh…am I late?"

"Actually," the teacher, Mr. Eddowes, answered, "You're a little early."

Well, Drake thought to himself, First time for everything.

He took his seat; thinking At least training's going well…maybe things could finally start turning around.

"By the way," Mr. Eddowes said once the class entered, "Due to some changes in your grades, the seating plan for this class has been changed. Rebecca, you're over there next to Drake."

Then again, Drake complained inwardly, maybe not.

Rebecca sat down next to him and gave a brief smile.

"Hey."

Drake nodded in response, gritting his teeth again.

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"So…" Rebecca asked awkwardly as they made their way to the next class, "How's the whole…thing you do…"

"Fine." Drake answered through gritted teeth.

"What's your problem?"

Drake clenched his fists.

That's it. I've had all I can stand, and I can't stand no more!

"Well?" Rebecca asked again.

"My problem," Drake hissed, "Is you!"

"Me?"

"Yes. You. Ever since I met you, you've been screwing up my life!"

"What?"

"You heard me! I'm only going to say this once…" He turned round to face her. The stress of the last few months had finally become too much. He was seeing red. "Stay. The. Hell. Away. From. Me! I've got enough problems in my life lately without you making things worse! I never want to be within 100 miles of you again in my life, you stupid bitch!"

Rebecca stood there for several moments. It only took Drake a second to realise what he'd just done. He could see it in her face. She looked shocked…hurt…

But Drake was still too angry to care. He quickly turned away and went to walk off, before Rebecca suddenly answered him.

"You think you're the only one with problems?"

Drake paused for a moment as she continued.

"At least I'm actually trying to be a halfway decent person to you! And who the hell are you to go on at me for causing you a few problems? What about those guys you skinned alive?"

"Do I look like I care what you think?" Drake snapped, "Do I look like I give a shit what you think?"

"Hey, if it wasn't for me, you'd be dead on the floor of that ship!"

"And if it wasn't for me, you'd have been shot in the face!"

"I'm not the one who's a murderer!"

"You think you can get to me with that? Don't try that holier-than-thou act on me! You don't know a damn thing about…"

"Try me."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I haven't just been sitting around since I met you, you know. You look deep enough on the Internet, in the history books, and you can find anything."

I don't like where this is going, Drake thought.

Rebecca continued: "I want answers. I want the truth. Now."

Drake grunted in frustration. "What are the questions?"

"Who are the Yautja? Where do you come from? Why are there legends of those things going back 6000 years?"

"In order: None of your business, I'm not telling, and Screw You. My world is something you'll never understand. Now get the hell away from me?"

"What are you going to do?" Rebecca asked sarcastically, "Hunt me down and skin me alive?"

"Frankly, I'm tempted to start right now."

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

"I know you damn well should be."

"Well I'm not."

"And I don't give a shit. Now just stay away from me!"

With that, Drake turned round and walked off.

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Drake ducked and kicked his foot out, but Scarface easily blocked and hurled him to the ground. However, as Drake stood, Scarface paused for a moment.

"We'll wrap it up there. Everything OK?" Scarface asked, "You seem a little off."

Drake sighed. "You wouldn't understand."

"Don't be so sure."

"It's just…I talked to Rebecca again today."

Scarface leaned against the wall. "Why do I have the feeling I'm about to get some bad news?"

"She knows more than we thought. She's found out something about the Yautja…"

"You told her?"

"Of course not. She's been looking around…on the Internet, in books…humans know more about us than we think."

"Does she know where we're from?"

"I don't think so. I'm not sure how much she knows."

"So why does it bother you so much?"

"I just…said some things to her…things that maybe I shouldn't have said."

"So you feel guilty about the whole situation with her."

"I guess so. To be honest, I still never want to talk to her again."

Scarface paused. "Drake…do you like that girl?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

Drake grunted and left for his room.

This whole situation was driving him nuts. Still, he didn't know why he'd felt so guilty about what he'd said to her…hell, he'd stabbed people through the face and not lost any sleep over it.

Then again, he'd been hunting for almost as long as he could remember.

But he'd never faced a situation like this. He couldn't solve this problem by stabbing her. And to be honest, he didn't want to.

When he'd been talking to her…in fact, whenever he talked to her…he felt something. Something he'd never felt before. Something besides wishing that she would shut the hell up.

And he still didn't know why he felt to so bad about arguing with her.

"C'jit…What the hell is wrong with me?"

Let's face it: that chapter sucked.Yeah, I suck at writing this emotional stuff. So sue me. Just to give a brief summary of this chapter: Rebecca's starting to figure things out regarding the Yautja, and to make thing worse, Drake's actually starting to like her.

And this kind of stress isn't healthy when you've got about a week to go before fighting Xenomorphs…oh well, please review anyway. I'll have the next chapter up soon.