Hey guys!! sorry it's taken so long to get up the next chapter. I've had a ton of things going on. Well, here ya go and I hope it's not too bad. Thanks for all those reading and reviewing! Enjoy!

Lily

Oh, the nerve of him! Honestly, he's a jerk. Why do you keep trying to see him? I glimpsed to see him staring strangely at me. I quickly let go of of the strand of hair I had been twirling around my finger. I looked ashamedly at my music, averting my eyes. Hannah cast her eyes down too, knowing if we looked at each other we would start giggling again.

Jordan started conducting, as I resentfully thought I should be there instead of him. Why did I like him so much if I hated him? Well, I found him attractive. He was smart, kind(most of the time), funny, charming, he could sing, talented, and I don't really know besides that. He could be such a great person saying things like 'Oh, that looks good on you' or 'You did a really good job on that essay'. Then, he would get into one of his moods. He would be sulky, depressed, anti-social. I tried to get him out of it sometimes, but as I've said before, he doesn't really like me. It's a love/hate relationship.

The day ended leaving me to ponder even more the strange attraction I had to Jordan. Hannah was coming over later to watch wrestling with me( we don't actually watch it, just ogle and make fun of the fake sport). I stopped to grab a six pack of cokes and popcorn on my way home. When I arrived, I went to my room, throwing my things on the floor. My mom had opened the windows in the entire house to air it out( I know! Why in the world would you open the windows in heat like this?) making my room light,airy. A slight breeze blew in, my curtains billowing out to welcome me like a ghost of someone loved long since past. I sat on my bay window, contemplating the wonders of my life. The trees blew, leaves whispering the secrets of life to those who would listen. I heaved a heavy sigh.

"Knock, knock." My mom said as she opened my room. I gave a start, jumping at least three feet in the air.

"Oh." I exclaimed clutching my heart. "Don't do that. You scared me half to death."

"Sorry. I just wanted to see if you were okay. How was practice?"

"Good. We got the basics done. We're gonna work on turns tomorrow."

"Okay. Hannah coming over tonight?"

"Yeah. She'll be here around 7."

"Okay. Supper's almost ready."

"Thanks Mom." She closed my door. I tried to stare out into the secrets of life, but the mood was gone. I picked up Tess, deciding to finish it. I continued to read until supper.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Hannah practically screamed at me. I jumped, spilling the coke I had.

"Whoa! Will people stop doing that?" I screamed back at her. "That's twice today!"

"Sor-ry. You ready?"

"Duh. I was just getting a drink. And the popcorn." I told her, holding a big bowl of buttery popcorn in the air.

We headed for my room, the TV on my dresser already blaring about the show tonight. I plopped on my bed, the sheets flying around me. Hannah did the same, plunking her purse on the ground by my door. She grabbed a handful of popcorn and put it in her own paper bowl. The snap of a coke tab filled the silence that had settled in the room. The TV droned on.

"Okay, what's the deal?"

"What deal?"

"You know, the fact that instead of your usual cheery, mocking self, you're quite and not laughing or ogling Cena."

"Well, I am ogling Cena, and Randy, for that matter. And, I don't know. I feel depressed."

"Why?"

"I don't know. It's the whole Jordan thing. He's so weird,and did you see him glaring at me today?"

"Yeah. Hey, it wasn't only you. He glared at me too."

"That could be because we kept giggling like mental patients."

"True. Ohhhhh..." Hannah oohed as Randy Orton get smacked down by some weird little Mexican guy.

"Ouch. That looks like it hurt."

"Yeah, but it was totally fake. He didn't even touch him."

"Yes he did!"

"No, he didn't."

And so it continued as always. The sweaty fakes on the screen paraded around until a little after 10. Hannah hopped in the shower, then me. The windows had stayed open, letting the sounds of midnight flow into my room. We stayed up talking, then fell asleep, only to be woken a few hours later by my insanely loud alarm clock/radio. I groaned, hearing Hannah as well. I beat my pillow on my face trying to shut out the sun and noise. It didn't work.

An hour later, we were stretching on the hot parking lot in the morning humidity. The kids all around me had sleep heavy in their eyes, bodies slow and bulky. We went to run our lap and all of a sudden, they sleep went away. The bodies picked up speed and energy as the endorphins kicked in. Jordan jogged past me again. I followed his unhappy gait with my eyes, wishing on stars no longer seen.

Jordan

I saw her, her thick braid swinging from side to side as she ran. I was gonna pass her today. I started to think about Shirley. Her hair never swung like that. It was too light, too thin. Wait. What are you talking about? Shirley was the love of your life and you let her pass you by. Why aren't you moping? Why are you looking at Lily like that? You don't like her, never will. It happened so fast. The one sided conversation raced through as I tried to make sense of it.

The water was piercing on my dry throat. I saw Hannah jog over to me, Lily right behind her. I set the jug down, wiping the water that hid dribbled down off my chin.

"Hey, Jor-Jor."

"Hey Hannah. How are you?"

"Good." Lily chose that moment to come up behind Hannah, tackling her from behind.

"Gotcha!" She shouted.

"AHHH!!!" Hannah screamed.

"Good morning Jordan. I see you are your usual cheery self."

And you wonder why you don't like her.

"Good morning Lily." I silently told her. She grinned at me, her white smile reaching from ear to ear.

Wow, she has an amazing smile. Whoa! Where did that come from?

" Whew! That was a great run. Who's ready to march?" Lily excitedly told Hannah. For some reason, I felt left out. " Flutes!!! Let's go do this!" Lily ran over to gather her group to start practice. We were splitting off into sectionals to start and would regroup later.

"Claris!!" Hannah mimicked. I laughed.

"Jordan, come on!" I heard Derek call my name. His high voice was beginning to sink into the rich tembor of a man. I chuckled to myself.

Lily

I sighed heavily. He hated me. To the core, might I add. I watched as he directed, my music long since memorized. It had been a long day and I couldn't wait to get home. Only one more hour I thought glancing at the clock on the back wall. Courtney stopped herself from nearly whacking me in the face with her hands. I jokingly glared at her, causing a smile to brighten her face. I smiled too, happy. He was doing it again. Looking at me that way. It aggravated me to no end!

I was on my way home, the hot afternoon sun shining in my car, my shades doing little to protect me. My thoughts wandered, the music from my radio becoming nothing. Could Hannah be right? What if Jordan did like me? What are you thinking? Are you crazy? The thoughts came so fast I didn't now what to think of them. Maybe that's why I didn't see the other car pulling out. I heard a screech of metal on metal and my own terrified screams as we crashed into one another. Then...black.

I woke up in the hospital. The steady, soft beeping of the cardio machine was heard to my left, the bright light of the sun shining through my window. I treid to sit up, but a shock of pain ran up my entire body. I was sore and achy. My body felt like I had been slammed with a cannonball all down my front. My left arm was in a sling, bruises covered every visible spot. My head pounded in steady painful rhythm. I thought it was like bad music. I laughed. The sound made me stop as the pounding got worse. Of course, I would think of my migraine as music.

"Hm?!?!" I heard the noise to my right. I looked over to see Hannah awkwardly positioned in a hospital chair sleeping. Or was she napping? I got my answer pretty quick.

"You're awake?" Her voice was in disbelief.

"Oh, could you not yell? I've got a killer headache. What happened?" I asked, holding my head while doing so to try and stop the hurt.

"You got in an accident. You don't remember?"

"No, please enlighten me." I tried to sound like my usual self, but somehow it didn't come out right.

Hannah looked worried for a second. Her face showed her conflict, mouth open and closed.

She finally made up her mind.

"Honey, on your way home, someone pulled out in front of you and you hit them head on."

Her face relaxed in an expression of relief. Mine, on the other hand, feel in horror. How could I have done that? I wasn't paying attention and now I had probably killed someone. I was only 17. How could I live with myself after this? Hannah saw the look an my face and quickly rushed out the rest of the story.

"Everyone's ok, hun. The other person has a broken ankle and you have some big bruises and a sprained wrist, but you're all ok." I felt the relief in my face. "But..."

"But what?" I asked, once again the horror rising in me.

"You car is totaled." I laughed in relief. The insurance could pay for a new car. I laid my head down on my pillow and let the pain medication take over.