Author's Note: Hello! I'm oh very sorry for the very late update. It's been, what, four months? It's seems like it. Well, it's been a long few weeks and I think everyone's been wanting a new chapter for ages so here it is. Please Read and Review. And I promise that O'Wanda will be back together. :) And Anton will soon be gone. I'm not gonna promise in this chapter or the next but soon...

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer, therefore the Host is not mine. *sobs*

Drama

Melanie's POV

I came home really late last night, knowing more about Anton and Avery. But Uncle Jeb wasn't that worried. He had a late night too so he didn't give me a lecture of my curfew. He knew that I knew about my curfew.

The next day, I was delighted to see Anton again. He was leaning on my locker as I approached it. We had a dull day. But the most eventful class we had was P.E. Me and Anton spent time together as we ran around the track field. It took time before he had finally caught up to me.

He scratched his brunette hair. "So, uh, you know..." He stuttered as if he was nervous. "Yesterday, in the main room. I didn't mean it when I kissed you."

I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. Really? He didn't mean it. But I thought... "So, it was nothing to you." I muttered and I noticed my voice drop. I swore a whole lot of emotions came through me at that second.

Anton looked at me, worried. He looked into my eyes at the same time I looked at his. "Are you serious? You mean you feel the same?" he asked and I nodded. He stopped me and pulled me into a passionate kiss.

I didn't know what to think at that moment but I just had to live it. I put my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer. I wrapped my legs around his middle and played with his hair as the kiss deepened. The whistle of our P.E teacher caught us off guard. Our whole class ran to the middle of the field as me and Anton collected ourselves and followed the rest of the class. My cheeks were burning and I knew I was blushing the color of a tomato.

At lunch, Anton had been picked up by his older sister because he had to go to a family member's house. His cousin was sick. So, I spent my lunch at the library before heading out to the gym to talk to my P.E teacher about gymnastics tryouts. And as I rounded the corner to the gym, I bumped into Ian O'Shea's chest. I stumbled to the ground and dropped my books.

He helped me with my books but I snatched it away when I realized it was him. The jock who hurt my best friend and cousin. Wanda had asked for me to talk to him and now this was my chance. He mumbled sorry and was about to leave when I clutched his arm. "We need to talk." I said, sternly. He looked confused and tilted his head.

"What do we need to talk about, Mel?" he asked as if we were in friends terms still. Right! You hurt my cousin and think we're still friends.

"About Wanda and how you hurt her." I practically hissed as I lead him to the bleachers.

Ian had a blank face on but I saw the hurt and pain in his eyes. "We don't need to talk about that." he said as he moved away from me. I glared at him as I grabbed the collar of his shirt and slammed him into a wall. He winced. "What was that for?" he asked, glaring at me. Oh, I just knew we weren't going to be good friends now.

"You're gonna listen and you're gonna listen good." I snarled. He folded his arms as he waited for an explanation. "Wanda was baby sitting Jennifer and Kyle was giving her a tour."

Ian rolled his eyes. "Oh, wow, I didn't know that." he said in a very sarcastic tone.

"Shut up and listen!" I yelled.

He scowled. "Why should I? It's clear that Wanda is using you to back her up. You know, I'm glad I caught her and my brother kissing it up. Because then I knew, I knew that she is a two timing repulsive slut."

The next thing I know, I slap Ian across the cheek. "How dare you?!" I was so angry now. "How can you say that about Wanda?"

"Well, every time I ask her why she moved here, she would change the subject completely. She kept something from me and I now realized what it was." Ian explained.

I shook my head. He got it all wrong. Anger built up inside of me. "YOU KNOW WHY WANDA KEPT SECRETS ABOUT HER PAST?" I asked him. "SHE GOT RAPED! AFTER HER PARENTS DIED, SHE STAYED AT HER FRIEND'S PLACE. ONE NIGHT, SHE GOT INVITED TO A PARTY AND LEFT EARLY BECAUSE SHE HAD AN EXAM THE NEXT DAY. ON HER WAY HOME, SHE WAS BEING FOLLOWED BY HER LAB PARTNER. HER SO CALLED LAB PARTNER TRAPPED HER IN AN ALLEYWAY..." I took a few deep breaths before continuing. "She got so scared that night, she cried the whole time she told me all the horrible details. She was scared that if people knew they would laugh at her face or worse, get raped again. She was so frightened that you might do the same thing to her because you were the first guy she actually had feelings for. After what Travis did to her, she thought she couldn't move on until she met you." I shook my head. "If you'll excuse me, I'd rather be with my cousin, comforting her because of what your brother had done to her."

I pass Ian without a second glance and all I knew was that he might or might not talk to Wanda after I told him what happened to her. Well, the short version. Wanda needed to tell him the whole story.

Ian's POV

I felt like an idiot. I knew Wanda wasn't a slut or a whore or whatever. I just felt angry that Kyle kissed her. I needed to set this straight with her. Melanie left me to think and I sat there behind the bleachers, feeling stupid for thinking Wanda was hitting on me and Kyle just to get what she wanted. Now I understood why she wouldn't tell me about her past. She was scared I would judge her because of it. I don't know why but I think I've fallen in love with her. The bell rang and classes was back on. I left the bleachers and walked to English. I wanted to talk to Wanda.

When I arrived in English, I walked to my seat that was next to hers. Wanda had her head down the whole time in English and the only thing I saw from her were her beautiful blond curls. Even when I tried stealing glances from her, her hair covered any sight I could have seen of her face. Her hand scrawled across the page as she wrote down the ideas she had in mind. I looked at my page. It was blank with no ideas. Our English teacher saw me struggling.

"Ms. Stryder, would you mind helping Mr. O'Shea with his work." Wanda looked up for the first time that lesson. She scribbled a few sentences and went back to work. I looked down at my page. 'Chose a topic. Think of main points for your essay. Leave me alone.' I looked over at Wanda as she was again, writing her opinions on her topic.

I sighed as I thought of a topic but all I thought was Wanda. I want to tell her how sorry I was and when the bell rang for the end of school, Wanda was the first to get out of class. I followed her. "Wanda!" I yelled and she stood, frozen as I came up to her. "I'm sorry." I breathed as I caught up to her. "I didn't...I should've known that Kyle planned all of that just to get me back. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about you."

Wanda looked at me, confused. Her eyes showed anger, pain, understanding and love. She sighed. "I guess, I can't stay mad at you." she smiled. "I was just angry that you would believe the rumors about what happened to me."

I put my hand under her chin. "I know and I'm so sorry." I kissed her forehead and she hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her not wanting to let her go.

So, I've been looking at this chapter for weeks thinking if I should give this story up or not. Sorry for the late update. And sorry for the small chapter.