A/n: I am soooo happy!!! This story has made 77 reviews, 2697 hits, on 9 favorites, and 15 alerts!!!

On another note, this story will be featuring various quotes from the book Speak and I would like mention that all the rights to some of these phrases go to Laurie Halse Anderson whom wrote the book.

A shout out to all my reviewers of the last chapter:

Heyimjennwhatsup-Thank you! I'm so excited that I got those first chapters out of the way so that I can write these now! You just have to wait until the story further develops! Yes! But some of my other reviewers-Not saying any names-didn't understand it was him. Some even thought it was Oliver!

MitchelMussoIsHot-I get what you mean, and I'm so glad that it isn't just sad. He is! I hate that Jake turned out like that because I love Jake, but he's makes me so angry in this story!

Spencer-Sweetie-He should! Aw! That is so sweet! I hope this chapter will do the rest justice!

Valx3-Did you know that only you and xXLove.Laugh.LiveXx are the only ones to get it right! It's such a good movie! I was so happy to give you a preview-Cuz now it's not just me who knows what's going to happen in the next few chapters!

Hiya!!!!!-Evil?! Lol That was a tad random-so to that I reply-"Good Live, Good Lives!"

Simplypink-It's okay, I was kind of bored with it too, in the beginning. Those chapters were so hard to write! That is so cool that you feel like that about my story!

Luvs-Mitchel-Musso-That was a good guess, I wouldn't have thought of that, but surry that was just another way of me saying it was another hint. The actual quotes to the movie are in quotation marks…If you've never seen the movie…Then google it! Or google Elijah Wood's films and find the one starring him as Jonathan Safran Foer! I love him! It's just that he fit so well as the bad guy for this story-I mean I'd hate to make Oliver the rapist cuz then who'd be there for her later on? (Tries to stifle laugh). Yeah…I'm a klutz…So I don't understand how anyone can be graceful, xD.

MizPink-Yep, every two days! Thankies! That's super sweet!

Sumer1994-Oh…That is so awesome, has he ever met Mitchel Musso? I KNOW, BUT THAT'S NOT UNTIL…LATER!

CorbinBleuFanatic1-Okay!

xXLove.Laugh.LiveXx-It is! Yeah it's kind of hard to understand, but I've watched it like twenty times and read the book so it makes more sense now. Ha, spantabulous, brilliant word! I'll have to use it sometime:). Lol. But since you got it right-If you leave an email address or something, I can send you the preview for the chapters to come!

Lilerin91-(Wants to blurt out the ending, but stops from doing so) It's a really good book. It inspires me:D

Disclaimer: Disney said they'd loan it to me for a day, I'm glad, but there's this weird security guard looking guy that has been following me around all day…

&&:: Chapter Ten ::&&

I turn my head, so that I don't suddenly turn that same color, and now look into the cold eyes of HIM. HE smirks at me, and winks before HE turns and walks out of the class with HIS arm snaked around Miley's waist.

HE just ruined, such a perfect moment! Another reason to add to the list of why I hate Jake Ryan.

I feel guilty as I look back at Oliver with a frown, in which he returns along with a look of "What just happened?"

"I'll see you in third block" he says in this tone that is mixed emotions of anger, jealously, and confusion.

I nod, and watch as he leaves as well. And I realize that I am now alone. I mean really alone-I'm the only one standing in the classroom anymore.

I grab my books, and hug them to my chest as I rush to my next class, wishing that Oliver was beside me once again.

I sit down in an empty lab table, and try to rid my thoughts of how much I long for Oliver to be here with me. God I'm getting a complex just being away from him-What's wrong with me?!

The bell chimes over head, and the class starts. The teacher has this sloppy grin on his face as he welcomes us. Telling us of the importance of taking the class…Boring stuff.

I write down the notes slowly, taking time to curve my letters, cross my Ts, and dot my Is.

Thirty minutes into the class, and someone enters. I don't even have to look up to know who it is because the girls in the class are whispering excitedly, and the teacher has clapped his hands together and said, "Oh hello!" in his booming voice.

HE gives his pathetic excuse about how HE got lost-even though he's been at this exact same school for the last three years and even knows Mr. Negle's first name as he says, "Thanks for understanding Jimmie."

He looks around for an open seat. I freeze, maybe he won't notice me if I stay completely still. That's how rabbits survive anyway.

But of course my luck with this guy sucks. And he turns his head, and our eyes our now locked. HIS lips pull back in a wolfish smile, Oh Granny What Big Teeth You Have.

Although there are two other tables with an open seat, HE picks to stride over to my table, and plops himself into the seat beside me.

I edge my chair as far away as I can from him, but still able to write down the notes on the lab table.

Whenever Mr. Negle isn't looking, he leans over, and blows in my ear. A shiver runs down my spine and tears begin to form in the corner of my eyes as I can't just spit out the words: "Get the hell away from me!"

When I give him no answer, HE moves his chair closer, and whispers in my ear, "So what's going on with you and Oliver?"

My throat is dry, and my tongue feels heavy in my mouth. Please god…Give me the strength…

"Miley would be excited. But I know you Lilly, he's not good enough for you" he says, as he brushes some hair off of her shoulder, "Because compared to me, he's nothing."

Don't you dare talk about him like that! You sick bastard! Shut your fucking mouth!

I try to open my mouth to say these things, anger almost conquering my muteness, but no words can be formed. I think…I'm scared…I'm totally and completely scared of HIM.

He takes my silence for me agreeing with him, because he laughs that once wondrous laugh that now fills me with dread and hate.

Please…Give me the strength… I repeated my silent prayer in my head, looking up at the ceiling, hoping that the almighty could hear me.

Tears spill down my cheeks, and I raise my hand, avoiding his constant look. My arm hurts from holding it up so long, but finally Mr. Negle turns around and sees my hand…And then my tear stained face.

"Lilly Truscott?" he asked, as if he's suddenly concerned for my welfare, and yet doesn't even remember my name and looks down at his attendance list to make sure that it's right.

I nod, grab my planner and say meekly, "Can I go to the bathroom", not really asking because even if he didn't sign my pass, I would have left anyway.

"Sure" he says, and I rush over to his desk. He tasks a minute to scribble his signature beside an empty line on my planner's passes, before I nearly run out of the room.

I speed walk to the bathroom, and hurry into the nearest stall. I sit onto of the toilet, and cry in my hands.

Why couldn't I have just said something? Why did I just sit there? Why did I let him talk about Oliver like that-And say…Nothing!

A ring of the bell, and second block is over. I wipe at my face with the cheap tissue, and step out of the stall.

A splash of cold water, and I can breath normal again, instead of little pauses to sob.

I don't look in the mirror right above the sinks, but instead force my eyes to look at the chipping away paint of the bathroom door.

Please Lord…Give me strength, give me speech, give me the love preachers say you offer to all of your children. Let me speak…