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R&R! Please? Oh, and I'm adding an insightful Angela thought. Yay. And, the only reason patty was screaming (I forgot to point out) is because Danielle was on the other side of the house. (You know how she likes to run around while she's arguing.)

CHAPTER 2

Even though Brian and me are friends again, I haven't been in his room for a long time. But it's not like his room was a big deal or anything, just a normal room. It had an old, crappy computer, a camera, a telescope…regular Krakow commodities. But, I like it; it's nice and cozy. And there aren't any screaming colors to add to my slowly fading headache. I lay down on his bed, my shirt inches up over my stomach. Brian's trying not to notice it, but I can tell he can. I sit up, and scoot over to make room for Brian. He sits down next to me, and I let my head fall on to his shoulder. He's getting uncomfortable. He stands up, "You should probably get some sleep." He starts to walk over to the chair across from the bed, but I grab onto his shirt to stop him. He sits back down, and looks away from me. I turn his head so we are looking into each other's eyes. We start kissing. Soft at first, but then I push him down onto his back. I move his hands to my hips, and he jumps up, and backs to the other side of the room. "We can't do this."

"Why not?" I ask him and sit on my knees.

"Because you…you're not yourself."

I smile at him, "What do you mean? I'm still Angela."

"No," he walks around the bed, sill keeping a distance. "You're not you. You're different." He walks out of the room, and leaves me alone on his bed. I close my eyes, not allowing myself to cry.

I must have fallen asleep, because I wake up and it's 11:36. I walk downstairs, and Brian is sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, and his thumb and forefinger are on his eyes. "Headache?" I ask. He doesn't say anything. "Because Motrin worked for me."

He talks to me in an annoyed tone, not bothering to open his eyes. "I don't have a headache, I'm thinking."

"Sorry," I say softly, but I don't think he hears me. "Brian," I say in a hurt tone. "You know, you kissed me too."

He opens his eyes. "I know. And it was the wrong thing to do. You have a boyfriend, and I'm not him."

"You're right." I grab my backpack and coat, "You're not."

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I walk to school. Not because I want to go to school, but because I need to see Jordan. I hope he didn't choose to skip today too. I'm looking around for a while, a half an hour, when I see him in the halls. I walk up to him and hug him. "Where were you today?" he asks me.

"Does it matter?" He looks at me with a strange expression. "Lets get out of here."

He looks at me, and smile, "Ok, where to?" I just smile at him. I run my hand down his arm and walk away. He follows me. We get in his car and drive to the loft. I guess all the 'stuff' is already there, because he goes into a room, and comes out with a couple bottles and a thermos. He hands me a bottle. I drink despite the horrible taste. It burns all the way down my throat.

"What's in the thermos?" He hands it to me so I drink it. It's even worse than the first one. I take a few more swigs of it and start to get dizzy. I stop drinking from the thermos, and drink from the other bottle. It doesn't taste any better, but it isn't as intense. I haven't had as much to drink as last night, but I'm really tired for some reason. "I want to go to sleep," I tell him. He finds me some blankets, and I drift off. I wake up. "What time is it?"

Jordan looks at his watch. "3:20" he says, as if its no problem. I have another headache, but it's not as bad as the one I had this morning. I have to get home.

"You need to drive me home. Now."

"Why?"

"Because school ended over a half an hour ago."

He thinks for a second then looks at me. "Oh, yeah." I run outside to his car, and he walks behind me slowly. He gets in his car and takes the time to buckle his seatbelt. He starts the car, adjusts the rearview mirror, fixes his hair in it, and then moves it back to its normal position. My mouth hangs open, he is acting like I'm not here, and the only person he needs to be worrying about is himself.

He finally pulls his car up to my house, I run out, and into my house. "Now Angela, I told you, if you are going to meet someone after school, tell us first," my mother says walking into the room, not even looking at me, but she still somehow knew it was me walking in the door.

"Oh yeah mom," I say out of breath, "sorry I didn't know I was breathe meeting someone. I'll tell you next time breathe promise."

"OK." She eyes me suspiciously. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just was…running."

"OK…"

"I'm gonna go…to my room. Bye."

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Those drinks didn't agree with me. I'm in the bathroom upstairs, puking my guts out. Only one or two times, but uh, is it nasty. I go to my room and lay down. I don't know if I have homework, but I don't care either. Homework seems so useless now. I all I care about now is being with Jordan. He makes me feel…complete. His friends aren't that bad either, now that I've spent time with them. "Hey Angelica."

I shoot up from my bed. "Oh my god! Oh. Rayanne? Where did you come from?"

"Um, outside? Are you feeling ok?"

"Yes! Why does everyone keep asking that?"

"Well you did miss school today. Plus, you've been acting—"

"Different! I know, I got the lecture from everyone I know!"

"Have you been drinking?"

"Wow. Rayanne is asking if I've been drinking."

"Whatever, I'm out."

"Fine then, just leave!" I shout at Rayanne as she shuts my door. I start to cry; I lost two of my best friends in the same day. But I don't want to loose my friends. I pick up the phone and call Brian. I could always just walk across the street, but if he doesn't want to talk to me, I won't waste walking across the street. I have a headache. Mrs. Krakow picks up. My voice is shaking. "Is Brian there?"

"One moment. Brian! Telephone! Here he is."

"Thanks."

"Hello?"

"Brian?" My voice breaks, I'm crying.

"What's the matter?" His voice is serious.

"Am I a bad friend? Is there a reason I keep screwing everything up?"

He pauses, probably contemplating over whether he should lie or not. Chooses to lie. "What? No, no of course not."

"You've said that three times today."

"What?"

"You keep saying 'no, no of course not'"

"Oh. I guess it's just reflex. Are you OK?"

"Quit asking me that!"

"Sorry. But seriously, do you need…anything?"

"Will you come over here? I want to be able to see you. Make sure you mean it when you tell me you don't hate it."

"Sure. I'll be right over."

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We're lying down on my bed, my head on his stomach for a pillow. "So you're sure you want to be with Jordan?" There he goes again. Taking care of me.

"Yeah. At least I think so. When I'm with him I feel so…good."

"Yeah, but when your with him you're drinking, doing drugs…"

"I only did one drug, thank you very much."

"What was it?"

"…I don't know. But still, being with Jordan makes me feel good."

"But he's a bad influence. I mean, like, I think it's good that you're happy with him but…if it means hurting yourself—" I star laughing. "What?"

"I can't believe we're not, like, screaming at each other. I mean, almost every time we talk about Jordan, it ends in this big loud fight." I keep laughing.

"Yeah. But that was when I…"

I prop myself up on my elbow to talk to him. "When you what?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

I smile at him. "Really, what?"

"Um…" he smiles too, maybe out of embarrassment, "I used to argue with you so much about Jordan…because I was jealous of him. You were always obsessing over him…I wanted to be the one you obsess over." I smile at him and lay my head back on his stomach. Half of me is wishing he never told me that, and half of me is kind of proud that a guy would argue with me…over me. But now I have to figure out if he still likes me, or if he's over me.

"Brian," I say sarcastically. "Are you saying you're not jealous anymore? That your over me?"

He laughs, but his answer is not sarcastic. "I don't know. Maybe…maybe not."

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My alarm wakes me up. I'm about to get up and take a shower but I remember it's Saturday. I try to go back to sleep, but it doesn't work. Do you ever just lay in bed, really tired, and plan how your gonna work you whole life out. It seems so easy in my mind, but not when I try to do it in…real life. I have nothing to do. I can't do my homework, because I don't know what it is. I can't call Rayanne, because she's still asleep. Maybe Brian's up. But he might think I'm obsessed with him, because I keep calling him…and making him come over, and trying to make-out with him. I can't think of anything else to do, so I go downstairs and watch stupid infomercials. The one I'm watching is a knife that comes with a whole lot of different knifes, and a pair of scissors. The scissors can cut through a penny! Tell me, what would be the point of having scissors that cut through a penny? My mother comes downstairs and finds me. "You're up early. Is something wrong?"

"Why does something have to be wrong if I choose to wake up early?"

She raises her eyebrows and gives me a look. "Forget I said anything."

Long awkward pause "Did dad leave for work already?"

"Yeah. Big party for breakfast, he needed to get everything set up early."

"Oh. What about you? Are you off to work?"

"Yes. Oh, was Brian sick yesterday? I noticed he didn't give you a ride home."

I try to think of a really good lie, when I think of the obvious one. "Yes, yeah. He, um, had a fever. So Jordan gave me a ride home." Why did it take me so long to think of that?

"OK, well, I have to go. Bye."

"Bye."

OK, that's it for this chapter, if it sucks, or even remotely sucks, do tell.