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Well, here's my second chapter. It takes place literally right where the last chapter left off. I hope you enjoy!

"Okay, Well, I totally had a lesson planned for today, but this seems a lot more interesting!" Mr. McLean yelled, pulling a chair up to the front of the class. "Explain!"

"It's Duncan." Bridgette said with a nod. Duncan liked to flirt with Bridgette constantly. She wasn't his type, but he thought she was hot, so Duncan would always flirt with her, and she would just smile a bit and turn away.

"Still looking hot, Bridge." Duncan said with a wink.

"It's really good to have you back." She said as she flashed him a genuine smile.

"Dudes, we all really want to know what you're talking about…" Mr. McLean said, and the rest of the class nodded in agreement.

"What's going on Gwen?" Trent mumbled to me.

"Duncan's my best friend. I've known him since, well my entire life, that is until he got put in juvie for the tenth time, making his parents decide to move." I explained.

"More then half of those were your fault." He said, shooting an accusing glare in my direction. "And three of them were yours." He said, turning to Bridgette.

"You setting my couch on fire was not my fault. You spray painting my mother's favorite antique vase was not my fault, and you trashing my bedroom was NOT MY FAULT!" Bridgette defended. She wasn't angry, we took it more as a joke.

"All honest mistakes." He said, closing his eyes. She scoffed and turned back around in her chair. The bell rang, signaling the end of the period. I walked out of the class as soon as possible, Trent following behind. I could tell he had no idea what to do or how to start.

"Spit it out, Elvis." I only called him that when he was getting on my nerves.

"He was your best friend?" He asked, a mixture of shock and horror resting upon his face.

"He is my best friend." I corrected, my pace quickening.

"Wait, so you're still going to like, talk to him and stuff?" Trent asked as he led me into our Math class.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked, taking a seat next to him.

"He's a criminal." Trent said, sounding out the word.

"He always has been! His first trip to juvie was when we were six!" I exclaimed just as the bell rang.

"What…what did he do?" My Hollister clad boyfriend whispered to me as the substitute teacher handed out some random worksheet for us to work on.

"It's okay, you can talk normally." The middle aged woman said to Trent as she handed him a worksheet, "Just don't let it get too loud." She said after she handed me my paper.

"Thank you." Trent said to the lady before she walked away. Then he turned and faced me again. "So…" His voice trailed off, leaving an awkward silence as the memories that I've been trying to suppress for the past three and a half years came flooding into my mind again, as if they were fresh. I mentally picked through the memories and events that we shared until I found the event that Trent was inquiring about.

*FLASHBACK*

"Duncan, are you sure this is how you roast marshmallows? " I asked, my freshly dyed black hair billowing behind me. Duncan had a lighter in his hand, and was trying to teach me how to roast marshmallows at the park down the street.

"Positive, Sunshine." He said, putting a stick near the flame. The stick started burning, and soon, the entire stick was on fire. Duncan threw the stick into the pile of sticks we had gathered and jumped off the swing he was sitting on. Soon, the whole pile of sticks were burning, and soon after that, the swing set was on fire.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"Arson." I said with a sigh. Trent's eyes bugged out of his head after hearing my confession.

"No! There's no way I'm letting you talk to this guy!" Trent seethed, writing his name on his paper.

"You don't really have that much of a say." I said, finishing up the first row of problems on the paper.

"Just listen to me, Gwen. He set something on fire!" Trent said as he looked at me with pleading eyes.

"I can explain, Elvis." I said, calling him the nickname he hated again.

"Well then, please do." He said, finishing his worksheet. He was really good at math. I looked down and noticed I was almost done, too. I smiled a little to myself before turning my attention back to my boyfriend.

"He was trying to teach me how to roast marshmallows because I'd never had s'mores before, and he said I really needed to try it because it has the perfect combination of crunchy and…" I stopped myself because I realized I was babbling. "Anyways," I said apologetically, "We were sitting on the swing set with the lighter he had stolen to set the fire, and all the sticks I collected to help out. Well, he set one stick on fire, and the fire just started shooting down the stick. When it got to Duncan's hand, he dropped it int the pile of sticks, which of course made a bigger fire, and the fire just consumed the swing set. See? Total accident." I said with a weak smile.

"I still don't trust him" Trent grunted just as the bell rang.

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