This chapter starts with a flash back which leads to the uncovering of another secret that Kendall and Alana had. The drama is really boiling up as Dak Zevon is inserted into the story, and to make it a little more interesting I mad Alana's hate for him the thing that makes him want her. The next chapter will consist of flash backs of Kendall and Alana's relationship. Another secret of Alana's just might be revealed.

"So are you sure you want to do it?" Kendall asked Alana as he twisted their fingers together.

"Of course I'm sure, how else am I going to get over this stupid phobia I have," she replied moving herself closer to him to gain some of his warmth.

"But what if…" he was cut off when she placed her finger to his lips.

"As long as it's you I'll be fine Kenny," she said smiling softly.

"Well if you don't want to, I won't be mad," he replied after removing her fingers from his lips.

"I'll be fine," she assured him squeezing both of his hands.

In reply he learned down softly kissing her, feeling all thought leave his mind and his heart speeding up. As their lips parted he smiled at her again, but then a thought rushed to his head.

"I think Logan knows," he said looking a tad frantic.

"So it's better than James knowing, he'd have a fit and whine about him being the pretty one and how I should've chosen him, Logan will just make subtle remarks," she reasoned with a light shrug of her shoulders.

"That's true I guess, anyway how about a movie at my house tonight?" Kendall suggested with a raise of his brow.

"Sure, as long as it's not a chick flick."

"The last time was my mom's idea."

"Sure it was."

A soft laugh left his mouth as the pair walked down the street together fingers twisting tightly together.

A sharp pain the back of Kendall's arm brought him back to where he currently was, in the Palm Woods School. And once again he was daydreaming back to the days he and Ally were together. He sighed trying to put those thoughts away and did his best to pay attention to what Ms. Collins was saying about America's involvement in the Cold War.

Resting his head in the palm of hand, he scribbled a few notes on his notebook. A triangular piece of paper landed in front of him, looking up he glanced in Jo's direction she looked at him with a flirtatious smile. On reflex he smiled back and looked at the note doing his best to not get caught.

'Our anniversary is coming up; you're going to love my present'

The last word in the sentence was heavily underlined and when he looked in her direction again Kendall felt his stomach clench when she gave him a subtle leer. He faked back another smile and stuffed the note into his bag; he was going to burn it later for sure.

Alana sat in theatre writing down lyrics to a song that was currently in her head. She had failed to notice who the celebrity guest speaker for her class was.

"Ally can you believe who's here?" the voice of her red-haired friend Cassidy snapped her back to attention.

"Who's the speaker?" the chocolate girl asked quickly finishing the song and looking to the other girl.

"Dak Zevon!" Cassidy almost squealed while Alana blanched.

"Of all the actors in the world and they had to pick him," the brown girl groaned, her friends Andrew and Derek laughed at her expense.

"He's a great actor, plus he's totally hot," Cassidy squealed almost bouncing in her seat.

Alana didn't reply, only rolled her eyes and set her face in a bored 'I don't give a crap' expression. As the young actor/singer kept on talking, the half Italian girl tried her best to mentally check out, but was interrupted by the fangirlish squeals and sighs of the girls around her.

"What's so great about Dak Zevon anyway?" Derek a brunette with blue eyes asked taking notice of the snarl that flashed across Alana's face.

"Because he's amazing," Cassidy answered eyes never leaving celebrity.

"Now improv is a very important thing in acting, sometimes if you forget a line while filming, thinking of one on the spot can save you from looking like an idiot," Dak said doing his best to sound like teacher. "Now who wants to try a scene out with me?"

At first he wasn't surprised by all the eager girls who were all practically bouncing in their seats. Then he noticed her, the only girl who wasn't flailing her arm around in desperation for him to pick her. He was intrigued by this and decided he would pick her.

"You, in the back row, in the pink shirt," he said pointing at her. Turning to the teacher he quickly found out that her name was Alana.

He also noticed the scowl that etched itself onto her face, but quickly melted away as she walked down the aisle to him. Despite the fact that she didn't smile he still found her appealing. And how could be not, hazel eyes that seemed to steal his soul, a curvy feminine body, a heart shaped face, long thick curly hair and fully lips that were just begging to be kissed not to mention her chocolate skin which looked so touchable and soft.

"Are you ready?" he asked politely, she stared back at him blankly.

"I guess," she replied seemingly bored.

He immediately set up the scene thinking that she wouldn't have time to get into character or create a character for that matter, but to his surprise she did. To see if he could trip her up, he changed the mood of the scene from dramatic to romantic.

"You have to understand how I feel," he said giving her a smoldering look.

"And you need to understand that I can't accept the way you feel," she replied, he saw a spark (he couldn't tell what kind) in her eyes.

"So are you saying that you want someone else?"

"I'm saying… that I'm a lesbian."

Dak almost lost him composure, but he went with where she was going since it was after all improv.

"Really… what's her name?" he asked crossing his arms.

"Her name's Andrew," she replied with a saucy smirk.

The young performer couldn't help but grin as the rest of the class guffawed loudly. The bell rang before he could reply, and Alana took it as an opportunity to get off the stage; leaving Dak a tad love struck not that she took any notice.

"I didn't know I was your new lesbian girlfriend," Andrew remarked handing Alana her bag.

"I was planning on telling you later actually," she replied and the four burst out laughing as they left theatre.

"You know, I think he likes you," Cassidy said looking to the darker girl with a sly look on her face.

"Ick, how could you even say that?" Alana exclaimed in horrified fashion.

"He's hot and famous."

"He's also not my type and I hate him."

"Why? He'd be perfect for you!"

"Don't even suggest that, come on Cass or we'll be late to chorus." Alana said grabbing the red-head's hand and dragging her down the hall.

Kendall stood in the kitchen the note Jo had sent him was crumpled in his hand. Just before he could switch the gas of the stove on, a hand clapped onto his shoulder surprising him slightly.

"Hey Kendall… what'cha doing?" Logan asked his blond friend.

"Um… I'm about to burn this note," he replied holding up the crumpled paper in his right hand.

"Why would burn it, something you don't want Jo to see?" the raven haired boy inquired with a curious expression on his face.

"No, it's the note Jo sent me… it's ugh… um… I have to burn it," the blond responded crumpling the paper in his hand more.

"What does it say?"

"Well… Jo wants to… consummate our relationship."

The color from Kendall's face drained as he took a large gulp of air. Logan raised his brow, but noticed that this could very well be a good thing for the plan at least.

"And why's that so bad, she is your girlfriend?"

"I can't do that with her," he replied almost in disgust.

"Could that be because there's only one girl you would want to do that with?" Logan smirked as he crossed his arms.

"No… yes… ugh… I can't… ugh," the blond sputtered then sighed in frustration.

Logan kept his smirk in place while the blond's flustered look stayed on his now colored face. Lighting the stove on high and without wasting time Kendall dropped the now balled up paper onto the burner and watched as the note quickly turned to ash.

"I can't… I just can't have sex with her," Kendall said softly as he turned off the stove and carefully cleaned up the ashes on the stove.

"Does the thought of being with her in that "intimate" way make you want to dry heave or actually vomit?" Logan asked smirk replaced by a curious expression.

"Both," the blond answered sincerely dumping the ashes to the trash.

"Alana wait," a male voice called out to the girl who was briskly walking through the Palm Woods Lobby.

The girl's bright hazel eyes narrowed in annoyance, sighing heavily she turned around slowly. Instead of lashing out violently, she ground her teeth to keep herself calm.

"Yes…" she seethed her hand clutching the strap of her bag.

"Well I was wondering…" Dak began stepping closer to the girl, clearly ignoring her signs of aggression.

"Why I haven't broken your neck yet," she growled clenching her other hand into a fist.

Dak chuckled lightly taking her rage as a way of playing hard to get.

"Don't be like that baby," he purred as he grabbed her cheek.

Snarling she flinched backward, she wondered why this arrogant boy couldn't take no for an answer.

"Ally… Dak?" Kendall's voice rose from behind them.

Alana turned to see Kendall's face full of confusion and his eyes were rampant with hurt. And she didn't know what to say to those pained green eyes of his at the moment.

"Hey Kendall, you know this girl?" the raven haired actor said trying to wrap his arm around the girl who side stepped away from him.

"Kendall… please tell that thing, that he is NOT my type," Alana growled out and stomped away from the two boys.

"Ally," the blond called after her not bothering to notice Dak's wistful stare as he chased after the girl.

"What Kendall?" the brown girl sighed as the elevator doors closed.

"Why was Dak…?" he began but the question died on his tongue.

"He thinks I like him," she seethed again, but the anger left when she looked to Kendall, his eyes had jealousy and hurt still swirling in them. "Why do you care Kenny, you're not mine and I'm not yours?"

"He doesn't seem like your type," he replied hoping to hide the mounting jealousy he was feeling.

"You're right… he's like the brainless, conceited, taller version of Logan… oh wait that's James," she smirked stepping out of the elevator when it stopped on her floor.

Kendall laughed loudly as he followed her down the hall; on reflex he grabbed her hand twisting his fingers with hers. Alana stopped moving and looked at her and the blond's interlocked hands.

"You have a girlfriend… who isn't me," she said slipping her hand from his slowly.

"I know… but I don't… I can't let you go," he replied almost desperately.

The two of them didn't notice the elevator opening; they also didn't notice the two girls who were watching now peeking from around a nearby corner. One was blond while the other was a brunette who had a devious smirk on her lips, a look that the blond girl didn't notice at all.

"What does he mean?" Jo asked in a hushed tone.

"Shhh…" Camille hissed in whisper.

Kendall pulled Alana closer to him clutching her hand still. He looked into her eyes, his heart fluttered like a butterfly's wings a feeling he deeply missed.

"There are just some things that you have to let go," Alana said as the blond's free hand gently tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I don't want to, Ally…" he sighed feeling his body shake from in desperation and need.

She pulled away from him smiling sadly, turned away to open her apartment door, disappearing behind it. The blond sighed heavily as he turned to walk over to the elevator, stepping in he pressed the number to his floor as the doors slid shut he could feel his heart crack.

"I can't believe him, his cheating on me, with her… her," Jo shrieked waving her arms around wildly.

"He's not cheating on you… they used to date before they came to L.A," Camille informed the blond girl who seemed to get even more furious.

"How could he date her… she's… she's."

"She's got Dak Zevon after her," the brunette said with a raised brow and a smirk.

"What? How did she do that?"

"She's half Italian and everyone knows how irresistible Italians are."

"Can she even speak Italian?"

"Yeah, she can also speak Spanish."

Jo crossed her arms over her chest, her jealousy was boiling to where it was oozing like tar from her skin, and Camille could easily see it and decided to use it to her advantage.

"Are you jealous of Alana?" she asked sly not that the possessive blond girl could tell.

"No... Why would I be jealous of her," Jo replied shrilly.

"Because, she's everything a guy or girl could and would want," Camille remarked with a shrug of her shoulders.

Not wanting to admit the truth the blond girl furiously stomped to the elevator muttering something to herself about needing to talk to Kendall. Again the brunette girl smirked like the Cheshire Cat, then walked to Alana's apartment and knocked on the door.

"Camille, what's up?" the chocolate girl asked curiously.

"I just wanted to you to know that you'll be getting something that you want and deserve very soon," the method actress replied with a wide grin.

"What are you talking about?" Alana asked looking to the other, her hazel eyes full of suspicion.

"You'll see," Camille answered in a sing-song voice and skipped down the hall.

"Oh God," Alana sighed closing her apartment door.

She didn't know what the girl was up to, all she knew was that Dak Zevon couldn't be involved or she'd end up going to jail for murdering the actor. Shaking that off she went back to her room to finish her homework and do her best to not think of Kendall.

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