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STANLEY'S POV:

"You're such an idiot! How could you talk about John like that?" I yell at Leia.

"He humiliated me, so I humiliated him back." She shouts.

"You are acting like a child! Just because he's not in love with you, doesn't mean that you have to ruin his reputation!"
She looks down.

"I'm sorry. I guess you're right." She whispers.

"Sorry isn't going to fix this."

"I'll apologize to him, ok. Then I'll tell everyone I was lying. That I fought with John and was mad."

"I saw him go outside. You should apologize now." I say. I want to hate her. And part of me does. But I know that she doesn't get the situation at hand here. She has no clue to what's going on with John and Bryce. To her, a guy that she likes ran away from her when she told him she liked him. She walks outside. Seconds later I hear her scream. She calls for Cole and me, but we are already heading to the door.

Bryce and his goons are using John as their own personal punching bag. Blood covers the grass around them. Cole and I try to fight them, but they are already running off. I see Leia run to John's body. Cole has run inside to get Marina. I go to John. I can feel tear running down my face but I don't care. I put my fingers to him neck. There's a faint pulse, but hey, it's a pulse.

"It's going to be ok." I say, more to myself then to John. Marina and Cole come dashing out of the house. Marina lays her hands on John.

"We need to call an ambulance." She says. Cole and I look at each other. What's worse, not calling an ambulance, or risking another Bryce beating?

"Can't you heal him yourself?" I ask.

"I can, but it will take longer and it will be more painful." She replies.

"Heal him here." Cole and I say in unison.

"What?" Leia shouts, "Why don't you just call the ambulance?"

"Because he wouldn't want us to, that's why." Cole says.

She starts to ask a question, but then someone says,

"What happened?"

We all turn around at the same time. It's Rich.

RICHES POV:

I was walking around Cole's house looking for john after that crazy girl started yelling at him. I wanted to tell him I told him so. I told him that this party wouldn't be any fun. He didn't believe me, but looks like I was right. I can't find him so I walk outside, maybe he went out here. I just hope he didn't leave yet. He's my ride home. When I get out to the backyard, I see all over John's friends over his body. There's blood all over the ground. Marina has her hands on his abs.

"What happened?" I ask. They all turn to look at me.

"Just go away." Cole says, "Please." He's no longer the happy go lucky guy he usually is.

"Did you guys do this to him?" I ask. My hands start to shake. If they did this to him, what would they do to me? I start walking

backwards slowly.

"Yes," Stanley says, his voice laced with sarcasm, "we beat the crap out of him, and then decided to heal. That's exactly what we did.

Congratulations Sherlock."

I feel my checks heat up. I sit down on the grass (about 5 feet from the rest of them, just to be safe).

"Ok." Marina says, "This is going to be the hard part. I'm going to put my hands on him head and send the power across his body. It will heal his injuries quicker, but will double the pain. Stanley, grab one leg, Cole grab the other. Leia, I need you and Rich to each take an arm. John is going to thrash around a lot and I need all of you to hold him down." Everyone does what they're told, except me.

"I don't think that I'm your guy for this job." I tell Marina.

"I don't care. Do it." She says sharply. I grab his arm. She takes hold of his head and I see the power flow through his body, healing his wounds. He starts to thrash just like Marina said he would. We all hold on to him. It takes about 6 minutes. Marina lets go of his head and John's body goes limp. We let go of his limbs. We wait a minute, and then John opens his eyes. Stanley embraces him. It takes what seems like forever hugging, then they stop and John stands up.

"I'm sorry." He says, "That wasn't supposed to happen tonight. Come on Rich, I'm leaving." Then he just walks away. It's like in action movies, when people walk away from explosions without looking back. I get up and go over to his truck. We drive to my house in silences. I get out of the car and watch him drive away.

JOHN'S POV:

I sleep from that night to around 3:30p.m the next day. I spend the weekend avoiding calls from everyone and sleeping. I get up on Monday morning and realize I have to see people today. I put my uniform on and head to the school. I sit in my truck until the last minute. I ignore everyone, but they don't seem to act any different. Random kids still greet me in the hallway, like nothing happened Friday. In chemistry Leia passes me a note that says:

I told everyone that I was drunk and mad at you for something. I told them that none of it was true. They seemed to believe me. I'm so sorry about everything, can you ever forgive me?

Leia

So that's why no one is saying anything. When the bell rings I pull Leia into the janitor's closet.

"I'm so sorry John. Really and I know that that isn't enough and that isn't just words but I really am sorry about everything. And when I saw you on the ground, it just broke my heart. I can't believe that Bryce would do that to you." She says.

"It's ok. Honest." She's so beautiful. I bush a piece of the hair out of her eyes. I lean in and kiss her. I know I shouldn't, but who cares? I love her. The door flies open and we pull apart. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see the last person I want to see right now. Bryce Larkin.

BRYCE'S POV:

I'm looking for fire boy when I see some people in the janitor's closest. I open the door and see John Smith shoving his tongue down my girlfriend's throat. I grab him by his shirt and pin him against the wall.

"You are going to regret that for the rest of your life." I growl.

I drop him and walk out of the closet. Sure, I'd love to turn him into a pulp, but I have a better plan. One a little more, long term.