Hey guys, it's me, finally updating! You won't believe what a nightmare school has been for me. Plus, I had online and real life boy drama, and a Vacation coming up, so that's why I've been rather lazy. Sorry, I guess I'm kinda mean, making you hang like this. I'll try not to do it again.

Disclaimer~
Me: Reagan, will you do the disclaimer?
Reagan: No thanks!
Me: Please? It's your story.
Reagan: Oh, all right. Crystal Amour does not own me or the 39 Clues.
Me: Thanks!

When I woke up, the hallway was empty, and the bell had rung, dismissing school. I sat up groggily, not quiet sure why I felt so bad, nor why I was regretting the fight I'd had after the clue hunt with Dan.

That fight...All of us, the younger generation of the Cahills, had been at Dan and Amy's house, for a small reunion before we all split up again. It had begun like a regular meeting for us Cahills, Ian goggling Amy, Amy ignoring him, Dan pranking Natalie and all of us.

He had pranked me while I was asleep. He had snuck into my bedroom, and covered my face with makeup. Eyeshadow, lipstick, blush, lipliner, the works. And he had drawn on a mustache and bunny ears.

I had woken up, looked in the mirror, and screamed. I tried to get it off, and I succeeded except for the bunny ears. I went downstairs, humiliated. Dan took one look at me, and began laughing so hard he almost fell into his cereal.

I had begun yelling at him, not caring who heard or who didn't. "Dan, you freak! Why did you do that?"

"Because it was funny!" he laughed back at me.

"It wasn't funny to me!" I yelled back, hurt that he'd do that. I'd thought his cutting up Natalie's prada funny, and reading Amy's diary, and even taping Ian's sleep-talking, but this was too far. This really had hurt.

"So?" he said, finally beginning to calm down.

So? That was all he could say? I took a deep breath. And then I burst into tears. He stared at me. Reagan, the Holt, the strong one, the one who could take anything, the one who wasn't soft.

"Reagan..." he said, and I turned away.

"Stay away from me!" I yelled at him, tears dropping left and right.

And then, unbelievably, he began to laugh. I stared at him through the tears. "This is even better!" he chortled. "Reagan, the defensive one, crying!"

I drew in a deep breath in shock. "This isn't funny!"

"It is! To me, anyway, and to the other Cahills." he said, holding up the video recorder he had used to tape my reaction.

The moment he lifted up that camera, I fled the room, tears dropping, and eyes wet with more. How could he do this to me? How? Didn't he know how much this hurts?

I took in a deep breath, shifting back to reality. Dan and Madison were right in front of me.

"Reagan," Dan said.

I backed up, tripping over my books in the process and landing on the floor again. My eyes were filled with more unshed tears. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to sound defiant, but only succeeding in sounding flat.

"Wait." he said, looking at Madison. "Mad, will you give us a moment?" he asked, turning to her. She nodded, and then walked off to her friends. "Reagan," he said again.

I stared at him as he put out his hand to help me up. Then, slowly, I reached out and took his hand. He lifted me off the ground, and then helped me pick up my books. He handed me the stack of books, and I took it, unsure of what was going on. Did Dan Cahill actually help me?

"Reagan," he repeated. "I'm sorry."

Sorry? He's sorry? "About the prank, at the reunion." he continued. "That was very mean. I hurt you."

"Yes," I said, finding my voice. "It did hurt. Very much."

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Reagan. I didn't mean for it to get so out of hand."

I looked at him, trying to judge if he really meant it. He held out his hand. "Reagan," he said again, for the fifth time. He looked me in the eyes, and then he grabbed both my hands in his own.

I looked into his jade eyes, savoring every moment. He looked at me another moment, and then he leaned forward. And he kissed me. Me, Reagan Holt. He kissed me.