Author Note

Here's a new chapter, probably too soon since I have to update one of my other stories but JustAGirlWithADream threatened not to update her stories AND send her private investigator after me… you so do not want to know. So anyhoo… here's a new chapter since I didn't fancy having… what ever it is private investigators do to you done to me. Hope you like it! Review! Oh it starts with Ty in the bathroom, right where it left off. Ty has a conscious! Wow! Hmmm didn't really plan on that happening, in that chapter at least, but I can work with it. The big question now is does he choose to listen to it? Review! –Steph

Important: Missy's actually going to be 22, not 25.

Disclaimer: Everything recognizable belongs to Lauren Brook

The Peak

Chapter 7

After a minute or so Ty lifted his head. He looked around the immaculate bathroom, contempt and disgust building inside. He was in the bathroom, at a killer party… alone. Ty Baldwin does not hide in bathrooms. "Shit!" he swore loudly as he stood up and stumbled slightly in his drunken state. He staggered over to the sink and put a hand on either side and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His brown hair was flopping characteristically over his eyes but he made no movement to move it. His eyes had previously been tipsy and dancing with drunken happiness was now like emeralds burning and lit with fire. Ty kicked the sink in frustration and growled in pain as his foot connected with the hard marble. He caught sight of the bar of soup lying on the side of the sink and picked it up. He tossed it in the air and caught it easily before throwing it with all the strength he could muster at the tiled wall. It made a 'thump' as it connected and than fell to the floor below where it lay forgotten.

Ty stalked out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him. It banged shut with such force that a couple in the hallway who were heavily making out and had hands wandering boldly tore their lips from each other and looked over in surprise. Ty glared icily at the couple and continued down the hallway.

As he rounded the corner at the end of the hall he almost collided with Mick. "Hey man where were you?" Mick asked giddily and chugged half of the glass filled with a foaming light brown liquid that was held in his hand. "So who was in the bathroom with you?"

Ty grabbed the glass from Mick and gulped down the remaining liquid. The alcohol left a warm trail down to Ty's stomach and he grinned happily as his problems left his head. The tossed the now empty glass back to Mick but even from the close range his drunkenness caused him to miss the glass. Drops of beer sprayed the pair as the glass flipped in the air and than crashed to the floor. As it hit the hardwood floor the tall, old-fashioned bar glass shattered into thousands of little pieces of glass that flew everywhere.

Ty and Mick found this hysterically funny and almost collapsed from laughing so hard.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" a male voice exclaimed from behind them.

Ty and Mick straightened and turned to see Matt and Tom facing them, Joni, Soroya and Amy were standing behind them. Ty snickered again as he saw them, "I thought I told you to fuck of farmies."

"You were just a major dick head to my friend!" Matt burst out. The couple down the hallway again stopped their intense make out session and watched them interestedly. "I think you owe an apology."

Ty's eyes flickered over Amy and her gray eyes met his vivid green ones. He saw hurt and confusion written all across her face and for that he felt bad knowing he was responsible for those feelings but he was too wasted to register much of anything. "Apology?" Ty asked and glanced at Mick. "Hey Mick when's the last time I apologized for anything?"

"Dunno man, not recently that's for sure," Mick slurred his words slightly.

Ty nodded in agreement. "I also believe I have the right to decide who and who I don't want to dance with."

"You know you're nothing like the Ty we used to know!" Amy suddenly burst out and stepped in front of Matt so that she was facing Ty dead on. "That Ty was nice and considerate of other peoples' feelings. All you are is an ass."

"I sound like I used to be a fag," Ty said disgustedly. "Pathetic, I was a goody-two-shoes, where's the fun?"

"Ty was not a fag!" Amy yelled furiously.

"Well he sure as hell didn't know how to have a good time!" Ty yelled back. He was only a few feet away from Amy at this point.

"Yes he did!" Amy yelled firmly. "He just didn't need to be drunk to have a good time!" Amy shot back fierily. "He didn't need alcohol or a pack of skimpily dressed women!"

"Oh sorry, I forgot. He scooped horse shit for fun!"

Tom and Matt looked at each other worriedly and stepped in between the once best friends before they could get their hands on each other and kill the other. "Okay now I think…" Matt began to say.

Ty shoved Matt to the side and his back slammed against the wall. "I said fuck off," Ty spat venomously.

"You're sad!" Amy cried out. "You call the old Ty pathetic but look at you!" her gray eyes filled with tears. "I was better off not knowing where you were! I wish I'd never even found you!"

Ty was taken aback but quickly recovered. "Than you should have kept out of my fucking business and stayed away!" he retorted.

Amy's eyes flashed with hurt at Ty's words. They were spoken through drunkenness but that didn't mean they weren't true. "Maybe," Amy said softly, "It would have been better if you had died in the tornado."

The hallway was silent and the music pounded on in the next room. Now it was Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic! At The Disco. Whoever was in charge of the DJ-ing sure like Panic! At The Disco. Not that it mattered because they were great and the next big thing.

Finally, Ty replied bitterly, "Well than think of me as dead." He started to walk back to the main swell of the party with Mick when Amy called out behind him.

"But you're not dead!"

Ty froze where he was and slowly turned around. "The Ty you keep going on about is."

"Well you're different," Amy said hurriedly. "But you're still Ty. I never thought I'd ever see you again!"

"And after tonight you won't," Ty stated. "Just leave."

"But…" Amy began in a voice filled with hurt. She stopped as a few tears leaked out from her eyes. She looked down at the floor that was littered with broken glass and blinked rapidly.

"Fucking hell!" Ty exclaimed after a moment. "What the hell do you people want from me? Can't you see that I don't want to have anything to do with you! Just go have your wedding and than get the hell out of Arizona!"

A look of pain flashed across Amy's face, this was not what she'd been expecting to happen if she ever saw Ty again. It went differently in her head, she liked that way better.

Before she could think of a reply a distinctly feminine and familiar voice echoed down the hallway. "Hot stuffs!" Ty and Mick whipped around to see Missy prancing over to them. She was wearing a pair of dark washed Seven For All Mankind jeans and a black pinstriped blazer over a fitted navy blue t-shirt. Her long blonde hair fell down her back and over her shoulder and her clear blue eyes sparkled. Right after work she has swapped her new pair of pointy toed leather boots for the black and white Converse All Star sneakers that adorned her feet now.

"Gorgeous!" Mick exclaimed as Missy reached their side. He kissed her on the cheek and draped an arm across her slim shoulders.

"Hey sexy," Ty greeted her and kissed her.

"Oooo this is so much fun!" Missy gushed. "I got off work earlier than I expected and decided to come!"

"Awesome," Ty said appreciatively. "Now things might go better. Hey do you want something to drink? I could go for another drink."

"I'd kill for a good drink," Missy said. "You seem to have hit the bar pretty good already," she commented as she eyed Mick and Ty.

Mick shrugged and a silly, drunk grin broke across his handsome face. "Hey, ya snooze ya loose."

"They got good drinks though," Ty added. "The kid mixing them sure as hell knows what he's doing." The kid that was mixing the drinks, Mike Alfred, wasn't one of Ty's good friends but after a praise like that from Ty Baldwin Mike Alfred was in with the In-Crowd. Mike nodded his shaggy blonde head in agreement rigorously. Mike Alfred was better than in now, he had received the consent and respect from the two It boys.

"Great," Missy enthused. "I hate bad drinks."

"Don't we all," Ty said with a grimace. He could vividly; well as vivid as anything can be when you're drunk or stoned out of your mind, recall several parties where the drinks had tasted like toilet water and laundry detergent. Needless to say, those kids were immediately out. But on the high point the drinks had had the desired affect and than some.

"Let's go," Mick said a bit eagerly. He almost steered Missy away from the others without her even seeing Amy and Matt, Soroya, Tom and Joni but no such luck.

"Hold on," Missy said and stopped Mick. She peered around Ty's tall and muscular body, he'd conveniently positioned himself in between the two groups. Recognition dawned in Missy's eyes as she eyed the five friends. "Hey what are you guys doing here?"

There was silence for a moment from the friends from Virginia. Finally, Tom cleared his throat, "Uh we were just hanging around, you know…"

"Awesome," Missy beamed. Her eyes brightened as an idea dawned on her, "Hey do you guys want to get drinks with us?"

"No," Ty said for them. "They were just leaving."

"Actually," Amy said with a sharp glance at Ty, "Drinks would be great."

Ty shuddered in anger and turned to Mick and tried to say calmly but he couldn't disguise or keep all the anger from seeping into his deep voice. "These people just don't know the meaning of fuck off. Do they?"

Mick shook his head in seemingly despair, "I guess they don't teach stuff like that at Hicksville High."

Amy rounded on the cocky pair looking furious. She moved her mouth but no words came out. Ty and Mick grinned dopily in triumph.

"Amy?" Matt spoke up. "Remember Scott and Lou wanted us back at the hotel soon for that…" Matt paused and tried to find a good excuse. He managed to find a suitable one just in time, "Dessert testing thing for the wedding?"

Amy looked confused for a moment but nodded when it dawned on her what Matt was trying to do. "Oh right, I almost forgot. Sorry we'll just be leaving," she said to Missy.

"Oh well tell Scott and Lou I'm looking forward to the big day!" Missy said. Amy nodded and than they proceeded to walk off down the hall, over to the big front door and outside.

As soon as they were out of ear shot Ty asked, "So who's up for drinks?"

The Peak

Scottsdale Prep

Monday morning

Ty sat slumped in the way too small, in his opinion, desk. His long, khaki shorts clad legs were jutting out from under the desks top and sticking into the aisle, if you were walking down the aisle than you'd have to jump over Ty's legs because he was not about to move them. His elbow was propped on the desk and his head was resting in his hand, his shaggy brown hair falling ceremoniously across his face. Despite the long brown hair two brilliant green emeralds stared out from under the bottom of the hair.

Scottsdale Academy's uniform changed in the warmer months to a pair of khaki shorts, a white polo and, for the boys, their navy blue and dark red diagonally stripped tie. Ty's tie hung loosely around his neck and was partially covering the Academy's crest that was displayed on the left side of Ty's mandatory white, school polo.

Ty had gotten home at 2:30 a.m., after a long night of partying with Missy and Mick. He'd had more to drink and had forgotten all about Amy and what had happened earlier in the night; now those memories reinvaded his mind. This morning Ty had somehow managed to drag himself out of bed at 7:50, pull on the first school uniform that he could find and shove on his black Vans skater shoes. He'd arrived to school at the beginning of his first period French class. He broke the first rule of the day, 'Thou shalt not be late for thy's studies.'

Now Ty was in an afternoon class whose name he couldn't remember for the life of him. All he new was that it was boring as hell and the teacher was droning on and on about some war that happened hundreds of years ago. Ty thought it might have been the French Revolution but he wasn't bothered enough to actually pay attention.

Ty stared out of the huge window on the left side of his desk and stared longingly at Pinnacle Peak, you could see the mountain's funny top over the top of one of the schools other building. What Ty wouldn't give to be basking in the sunshine on the top of the Peak in one of his spots of the trail right now. But instead he was stuck inside, in school and listening to the most boring lecture in the history of boring lectures about King Louis XVI (16th) and his stupid… something, Ty wasn't quite sure what they were talking about exactly. And quite frankly, he didn't give a wheelbarrow full of horse shit, kind of ironic considering the circumstances.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and Ty fished it out. Mindless to the rule of 'Thou shalt not use mobile phones in thy class' Ty flipped it open and didn't even try to be discreet about it as he ordered, "Talk to me."

"Hey hot stuff!" Came Missy's voice in a sing-song tone through his ear.

"Hey sexy what's…"

"Mr. Baldwin!" his teacher said sounding outraged. The portly man with pit stains faced Ty with his arms folded over his bulging stomach and quite large man boobs. "You know the rule! No cell phones in cl…"

"…Up?" Ty concluded without so much as a glance in his teachers direction.

"Not much what about you hot stuff?"

"Oh you know, about to die in some stupid class," Ty said casually. He heard his teacher huff and than the shuffling of his clown sized tuxedo shoes, that clashed horrifically with his beige tweed pants that were way too tight around his whale sized butt and fell at least 2 inches above his ankles, coming towards him. His large stomach jiggled over the rim of his pants as he waddled forwards.

"Oh I forgot, you have school!" Missy exclaimed. "I was going to see if you and Mick wanted to meet me at the Four Seasons for lunch."

"Awesome we'll be there in ten minutes," Ty said.

"Really? But you're in school…"

"So?" Ty asked and sounded like he really didn't know why that was such a big deal. "I can ditch."

"Seriously?" Missy asked, not sounding quite sure.

"Definitely," Ty said casually as Mr. Bender, the teacher, reached his desk. "Any longer and I would have died." Mr. Bender reached out a fat hand and tried to grab Ty's RAZR with his stubby, hairy and yellow nailed fingers. Ty put up a hand and waved him off, this action earned a few laughs from his peers but it made Mr. Bender furious.

"Mr. Baldwin if you would ple…" he began. Ty grimaced as the smell of onions and garlic reached his nose.

"We'll meet you in ten, kay gorgeous?" Ty continued despite the horrific stench.

Mr. Bender looked confused, and thinking that Ty had been talking to him he began, "Mr. Baldwin that is an inappropriate way to talk to your teachers! As rule number 34 stated, 'Thou shalt not show any disrespect to thy teachers.'"

With a final farewell to Missy Ty stood up and faced Mr. Bender. "Uh I wasn't talking to you." than he turned towards Mick he was sitting a couple desks behind Ty. "Come on Mick we're meeting Missy at the Four Seasons for lunch."

Mick grinned widely; he was just as bored as Ty. "Cool, let's blow this joint." Mick stood up and shoved the papers and notebook on his desk into his black book bag. Ty did the same, crumpling a few of his papers as he did so.

"Mr. Baldwin, Mr. Laurence!" Mr. Bender shuffled behind the two boys as they walked towards the classroom door. "Just where do you think you're going?"

Mr. Bender attempted to head them off at the door and block the exit but Ty and Mick were a good two feet taller than Mr. Bender, not to mention the were fit and didn't have an ounce of extra fat on their bodies, Mr. Bender had enough for five people. And that was forgetting the fact that Ty and Mick were athletes, the only sport that Mr. Bender could possibly do was eating contests.

"We're out," Ty said as he reached for the brass door handle and swung the wooden door opened.

"You cannot just leave this school in the middle of the day!" Mr. Bender fumed. "As rule number 26 states, 'Thou shalt not leave thy school premises in thy midst of thy school day'! Boys! Get back here or I'll…" the door slammed shut in Mr. Bender's face, almost catching his large, and toucan like nose in the action. He jumped back in surprise and almost toppled over on top of the poor student who was sitting minding his own business in the desk closest to the door.

Mr. Bender rushed, as fast as he could, fat bouncing and jiggling all over the place as if it all had its own mind and wanted to go in a different direction, back to the door and swung it opened and was set to go after the two offending teenagers but Ty and Mick were already dashing down the hallway completely ignorant to the rule 'thou shalt not run in thy halls'. They burst out of the wide front doors and jumped down the stairs, the whole time laughing their heads off about Mr. Bender's expression as they left the room.

Ty got into his black Ferrari convertible, top down of course, and Mick got into his hunter green Corvette convertible, again the top was obviously down. They stepped on the gas as they zoomed out of the school parking lot breaking another rule in the process, 'Thou shalt not drive at excessive speeds on thy schools grounds.'

But as Ty and Mick's motto said, 'Break Every Rule.' And that they did.

The Peak

The Four Seasons

Ten minutes later the two sports cars swung into two adjacent parking spots outside the Four Seasons. The building was gorgeous, uncountable stories high and the grounds were immaculate. The grass was perfectly green and the bushes were trimmed perfectly. The Prickly Pear Cactus were sprouting colorful blossoms and the various species of cacti and flowers and exotic plants were assembled in precise patterns and mazes around the grounds. Towering palm trees bordered the long drive up to the hotel.

The main lobby was just as beautiful as the outside but Ty and Mick shrugged aside the beauty and headed towards the entrance to the restaurant.

They walked into the restaurant and jumped a head of the small line of people waiting to be seated receiving some foul looks in the process but Ty and Mick either didn't notice at all or they just didn't care.

"Excuse me Sirs but can I help you?" A waiter stopped them before they were able to make it into the formal dinning area. He had black hair that was combed neatly to the side and was wearing black pants, a white button down and a black silk vest finished off with a neat black bowtie.

"We're looking for Missy Brown," Ty said lazily. His eyes skittered around the business men and women who were enjoying a break from the office and having a leisurely lunch. There were various set of women sitting around and chatting amiably in the mix. All were dressed in boring, dark colored clothing. "There she is," Ty said suddenly.

Ty and Mick pushed past the gay waiter and headed towards the table that Missy was sitting alone at, waiting for them to arrive. It hadn't been hard to spot her, her brightly colored wardrobe stood out quite plainly from all the other suits. She was wearing a pair or aqua colored flat sandals that tied at the ankles with silky ribbons, a black skirt that floated down to her knees and was intricately embroidered with millions of different colored tiny beads along the hem and a silky aqua colored blouse that fit tightly and was buttoned up to her chest were it fell opened and revealed some cleavage, Missy was not lacking in this area, and the edges of her lacey black pushup bra. Her blue eyes were shinning bright and sparkling like the light hitting the water in the pool in Ty's backyard on a sunny day. Her hair was in a loose ponytail and was draped over one shoulder. She was delicately sipping a glass of red wine.

Missy stood up when she saw Ty and Mick approaching. "Hey hot stuffs," she gave her customary greeting as Ty and Mick reached the table. A huge smile broke out across her face as she eyed them up and down. "Don't you just look ah-dorable in your matching outfits!" she said giddily.

Ty and Mick looked at each other and noticed for the first time, even though it was obvious, that they were wearing the same exact thing. Khaki shorts, a white polo and tie. It would have been embarrassing for most people to be seen in a fancy place such as, the Four Seasons in their school uniform but Ty and Mick made it work. Their ties were hanging loosely around their neck and did not lie straight down their chests. Their hair, as per the usual, was flopped in front of their eyes. All in all they gave of a kind of bad boy meets high school look. It was hot.

"You started drinking without us," Ty accused as he caught sight of the partially drunk bottle of red wine sitting by Missy's half full glass.

"You started without me the other night," Missy retorted with a winning smile.

Ty grinned his trademark grin; she did have a point there. Mick sat down on Missy's right and Ty took the empty chair on her left. After Ty and Mick's wine glasses had both been filled with a healthy portion of the red liquid Ty eyes Missy up and down. "You look hot," he commented.

"More than hot," Mick agreed. "Sexy."

"Totally," Ty nodded his head vigorously. Missy was probably one of the only women that Ty knew, that wasn't his parents' age that he or Mick hadn't done something with. Missy was a friend and Mick and Ty had no problem with that.

Missy grinned widely displaying two rows of perfectly straight and almost, but not quite, blindingly white teeth. "Well my two little hot stuffs are just bursting with hotness today," she said breezily.

After they had ordered their food they quickly drained the bottle of wine and had to order another as they chatted. Fifteen minutes later Mick glanced at the entrance of the restaurant and his eyes froze on a large group that was just entering the dinning area and seemed to be headed to the empty table that was situated right next to him and his friends.

A silly grin broke across his face as he realized just who was in the new group. He turned to Ty and said, "Ty you'll just never guess who just walked in."

a/n: there ya go JAGWAD (abbreviated your name because it's so long)! All specially updated just for you so you wouldn't deprive me of FLSG! So what did you guys think? Review! -Steph