Okay So I got the results for my question: Should Zane's tape be next?

Yes- 4

No- 1

Unsure- 3

Well You can tell which one won. So I did what the readers choose.

Also laughed my ass of when I read what Lily Truesdale sent me in a review. She gave me permission to share it in this chapter so here it is:

Ouch! Zane! Be nice to your brother!
Zane: What the hell do you expect! He'd better be lucky I'm not a heartless
bastard with a mind to kill him right now!
Me: *gasps and smacked Zane in the head almost as hard as he hit Syrus*
Zane: OW! What was that for?!
Me: For thinking about killing Sy! He's like my baby brother and I will f-ing
slaughter you if you try to hurt him again unless he deserves it!!
Zane: *snaps* I NEVER hit him unless he deserves it!! GET OFF MY $$ DAMNIT!!
Me: ... *is stunned that Zane, the calmest guy she knows, snapped at her*
Zane: 'Sides, Atticus was going to hit him and THEN slam him through the wall
once I left. I swear that what he was thinking too.
Me: ATTICUS! YOU WILL SOON BE JOINING YOUR SISTER SOON!
Atticus: Eep!! *runs away as I grab a potato gun and fires rotten, flaming
potatoes at him*
Zane: *is an enlightened mood* XD XD XD

Disclaimer: I do not own the plot or Characters. It is purely fanbased!

Chapter 10

Just like Atticus said, Zane had calmed down the next day. The group of teenage boys was around the cassette player. Syrus sat away from his brother and Atticus as much as he could. He was still being cautious about what happened yesterday. He already got smacked a few times; he didn't need to be hit another time.

"I wonder who is next." Jaden inquired out loud.

"Well it is down to you and Zane for our group." Bastion said.

Zane nodded in agreement. "Let's find out." He pressed play.

The Obelisk dorm is known for many things: the top duelists, the amazing food—which I find horrid—and all of the popular rich kids. The thing that makes the Obelisk dorm the most popular is the parties we throw. Yes I said we. I threw a good share of the parties I admit.

"Alexis threw some of the parties?" Atticus asked in a bewildered tone.

"Apparently," Chazz said.

"Yeah, she hosted a few." Zane said.

"How do you know?" Atticus asked. The answer Zane gave him shocked him. He expected him to say 'She did say she hosted a few' but no, he said:

"I went to a few of them. Your sister has quite a wild streak, Atticus." Zane smirked.

Atticus and the others were speechless.

But the party I am talking about is not one I threw. It was one of the random new Obelisk students trying to higher their status in our school. By this point I was close to my decision. I was not at the party by will. I was coerced into going. Yes, I was forced to go against my will by my dear friend Jasmine.

"Alexis, when was the last time you did anything in social for the school?" She asked me.

I didn't reply. I didn't know when I last participated in any school activities. It was probably the incident with Chazz, but I will be damned if I tell anyone—besides the people on these tapes—what happened between me and Chazz.

Atticus jaw clenched as he remembered what happened between his friend and his little sister.

Zane noticed this and shot his best friend a look.

The party was going fine. I avoided most of the people. But guess who I ran into—Alice, sweet, fucking innocent Alice. Go back to E-3 on your map. Remember when I told Alice that I recorded how many times she didn't say goodbye to me, I told her to flip the picture over and ignore it? Well I want you to go back to the library and look at the photograph. You can look at the picture after this if you want. Anyway, back to the story.

Sweet, innocent Alice was there. That was where we took the picture. And if someone decides to get rid of the picture so no one else can see it, there are other copies. Jesse, I know you have some. I also have a few that I gave to the person who is holding the second copy. The reason why I have copies is because it is the only documentation that proves little Ms. Alice is not what she appears to be. I will explain more about the picture in the next tape.

This story is not about Alice again. This was probably one of the best nights I had in a long time. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere. It was place where everyone was so far gone that—most of the time— whatever you did no one would remember it not even you.

I was shocked when I noticed Zane was at this party. If Zane was here, odds are my brother was too. If both the Obelisk boys were there you can bet Jaden and the others would be as well. I did the only think I deemed reasonable—avoid them at all costs.

"So that is why I never saw her there." Bastion said. He was wondering how she was at the party without any of them seeing her.

Syrus and Jaden nodded their head in agreement, since they too went to the party.

I thought I was doing pretty well, until Zane came into the kitchen. I was trapped. I had no way to escape; he was near the only exit.

"Alexis." He said. God, his voice alone made me want to fall to my knees, and I don't mean that in a bad way.

I bite my lip before turning in his direction. "Zane…hi; I didn't know you were here." I attempted to avoid his gaze, but I couldn't. You know that feeling you get when you are being observed and you always end up looking in the eyes of the one who is watching you? Yeah, that is what happened to me.

"Why haven't we heard of this little encounter, Zane?" Atticus looked at his best friend.

Zane shrugged. "It didn't seem important enough for me to tell you about it."

Atticus frowned. "She's my little sister. I think I need to know everything about her."

"Not everything," Zane said. His voice was cold. Atticus got the hint, no more prying on the subject.

Zane said nothing about my comment. We ended up talking for a few more minutes and then he went back to Atticus. I was confused with my emotions then. I didn't know if I was grateful he was gone or sad. He was my brother's closest friend and if he thought something was up, he would tell my brother. That made me nervous. But, at the same time I was relaxed with his being there. Zane is the type of person that just his presence could make you relax. That is why I would always go to the docks. Sometimes we would have a short conversation, and other times we would just be silent, staring into the ocean. The conversation we had reminded me of the time I spent at the docks with him, or on the tire swing in his back yard.

Once I was clear of Zane I decided to walk around. Being in a kitchen during a party didn't sound all too appealing. Well kismet was against me. For some fucked up reason fate wanted me to ruin into people who I was attempting to evade. I happened to ruin into the one and only Princeton at school—literally. I bumped into him and spilled my beer.

Atticus's eye began to twitch. "She drank beer. My little sister drank beer. What happened to being a responsible duelist?"

"Just because she drank didn't mean she irresponsible." Syrus said.

"Atticus, look at her point of view. Look how much she changed. She's not the person we knew when we were little." Zane said. He sighed. He missed her smile and her laugh. He missed when she would ask him for help over stupid things she didn't want her brother to know. She always came to him when a problem arose and he never turned her down when she asked for help. She was the only one he never said no to. He missed her.

"Watch where your—Oh, hey, Alexis." Chazz said.

"Hey, Alexis?" I looked at him. "You have the nerve to speak to me after what you called me?" I was probably harsher than I intended, but what did I care? He hurt me. Almost everyone hurt me.

Apparently my little retaliation surprised him. He had a look of shock on his face. For once in a long time, I had a smile come back to my face. However that smile shouldn't have been there. No, I am not a depressed person—well not in the sense that I don't believe in happiness. If I smile it should be out of pure joy. Instead my smile was sick and twisted. It was a look that should never have came upon my face. It did though. I need to leave quickly…before something else happened—something I did not want to be a part of.

"Excuse me, Princeton." I shoved Chazz a side and left. I headed towards the door, but yet again I was stopped…by Zane.

"How many times did you run into her?" Bastion asked,

"Twice," Zane said.

"Are you sure, bro?" Syrus asked.

Zane shot Syrus a look. Syrus gulped. "Okay, so you only saw her twice."

He asked me where I was going. I told him I was leaving. Too bad it didn't turn out that way. No, Zane convinced me to stay. He is such a manipulative way to convience people to do things. I won't lie. I enjoyed my time with him.

After about eight beers later—well eight for me and three for him—things got a little bit unusual. I didn't mind, it was one of my dreams come true. I always had a crush on Zane. I had it since I was at least nine. I never tried to show it though, we were best friends. It would ruin our friendship. So even when he made the first move, I didn't do a thing; I didn't snake my arms around his neck, I didn't breathe in his scent, and I did not kiss him back. But I wanted to. I wanted to do all of those things.

Zane pulled away from me and said sorry. I looked at him in surprise. For as long as I knew him, Zane had never had a reason to apologize to me.

"Why are you sorry?" I had to ask. I wanted to know why he asked for forgiveness.

"I shouldn't have kissed you." He told me. I felt a little disappointed by that. I began to wonder if he even wanted to kiss me of it was just the alcohol's affect.

'The alcohol had no part of that, Alexis.' Zane thought, 'It was all on my own accord. I wanted to kiss you. I still do.'

"You kissed me little sister?" Atticus was shocked. How did he not know of this?

"Yeah, I did." Zane said. His voice held no emotion.

The younger boys were waiting for something to happen. A fray or a verbal dispute; Atticus had a reason to lash out at Zane. He clashed with everyone else, so what made Zane any different?

"Well it was about time." Atticus huffed.

"What?" Syrus asked in pure shock. "You get mad at Hassleberry, Chazz, me, and everyone else on the tapes but not my brother?"

"Alexis liked Zane a lot. You don't think she hung out with him just to see me did you?"

"He was your friend," Syrus said.

"And he was her crush." The elder Rhodes responded.

"Did you feel the same way, Zane?" Jaden asked. Everyone turned their attention to the elder Truesdale.

Zane said nothing. He gave no indication that he was going to respond to Jaden's question either. He just stared at the cartridge.

"I didn't mind, Zane." I told him.

"Alexis, you are practically wasted." There he went trying to reason that his apology was necessary.

"Just shut up, Zane; for once don't reprimand me." I meant to sound angry, but I was jovial. It wasn't a huge amount of happiness but it was enough to bring a small grin to my face.

The next thing I knew, I kissed him. I figured I was already going to cause some tension between us, so why not give into my desires?

I didn't think Zane would actually kiss me back. He did though. I never believed in Mindy's phrase—"My heart just soared out of my chest when he kissed me"—it was just used to often. But boy did my heart feel like it soared. It started to beat rapidly, just like when I was spying on Jesse. That adrenaline was kicking in and I loved it.

"Where the hell were we when this happened?" Chazz asked.

Zane didn't reply, but a smirk tugged at his lips.

Atticus bellowed out a laugh. "Zane's not one to kiss and tell apparently."

"I think Atticus is bipolar, Jay." Syrus whispered in his best friend's ear.

"No kidding." Jaden mused. He eyed the elder Rhodes cautiously and whispered back, "I think he lost it."

"You two know I can hear you guys." The elder brunette said, snapping the two Silfer's attention to him.

"Eh…he." They sweat dropped and turned their attention back to Alexis's voice once more.

We had to leave the couch we were sitting on, because someone—I will not say who—kept bumping into me. I do not know whether or not she intended to due to the fact that she seemed majorly drunk…or if she was just trying to get the couch to herself and the guy she was with.

I convinced Zane to go somewhere else. We ended up in one of the dorm rooms in the guys' dorm. I think it wasn't anyone's; there was nothing in there besides the bed, its sheets, pillows, and a desk with drawers. We stayed there for about an hour. Everything seemed normal, normal for me at least. There were no thoughts pounding in my head. Not a word of my death formed in my brain. It was almost as if everything that happened over the course of this year never did. Until that voice came back. That voice that sent reality crashing down on me. That voice that had been one of my biggest issues, but also only comfort—my protection. It made something very clear. If everyone else hurt me, what made him any different? Yes I knew him for a long time, and I trusted him with anything. But time changes people; if it came down to it would he try to save me? No matter how many outcomes my brain produced that voice made one thing very clear. Zane would hurt me, just like everyone else.

"No." Zane said. Everyone looked at him, but no one was sure how to respond to that.

"What makes you so sure?" Chazz said. "You could have just been angry one day and she ended up being the thing—"

"My sister is not a fucking thing Princeton!" Atticus barked out.

"That person," Chazz corrected, "who you took your anger out upon."

"Are we talking about Zane?" Bastion asked.

"Who else would we be talking about?" Chazz snapped.

"Zane is impassive. I had never saw him even show an ounce of emotion." Bastion responded.

"I have," Atticus had a smirk of pure iniquity.

"I would watch what you say, Rhodes." The elder Truesdale said. He too, however, had a smirk.

"Zane," I said. "I can't do this." I hated to say that. I wanted to be with him, I felt safe. But that voice, that damn voice wouldn't let me forget that he would hurt me.

He looked at me like he was about to say something, but he couldn't find the right words. When he was about to speak I stopped him.

"It has nothing to do with you; I swear on my deck about that." It wasn't about him, it was about me. I couldn't find anything to make me trust him. No past experience would help me now. He never did anything bad, but if all my other friends—or so I thought they were—let me down; why wouldn't he?

"Just please go, I need to think." He once again tried to say something.

"Zane," I pleaded. I really didn't know what else to do. "Go."

He did leave, but he kissed me one last time. As soon as the door closed I cried. I cried hard. I buried my face into one of the pillows on the bed and screamed. Then I saw the desk. I evened my breathing, walked over towards and looked on inside the drawers. Bingo, I found some paper and pens.

"Why would she need those?" Jaden asked.

"Who knows why she needed those." Syrus said.

"If you two just shut up we might find out!" Chazz snapped.

I started writing down names. I wrote at least fifty names. I started to circle names. I drew lines to connect each of the circles—the last one leading to the first. Suddenly, I had my list. That night I made my decision. I was done. I was tired of all the drama, tired of the shit I was forced to endure, but most of all I was tired of living. I wanted it to end.

Suddenly I heard the door open. I scrambled into the closet. Insert the fifth tape.

"What the fuck?" Atticus asked after a few minutes of silence.

Zane took a deep intake in breath. "Someone insert the next tape."

Bastion did what Zane said.

"You know what?" Atticus asked right before Bastion pressed pause.

"What?" Syrus asked.

"If I could get a firm grip on Alexis's reality I would choke it." The elder brunette responded with a nodded of his head.

"I would too." Zane agreed.

Thanks for all who reviewed the last chapter. I hope you all enjoyed this!