Wow, yeah, sorry for the long wait. I really hate that I can't get these chapters out fast. College is just killing me, but it's almost over and once summer comes I'll update a lot more. I promise!

But on another note, wow people really seem to be liking this. I didn't really expect that to be honest. I'm not complaining though. Thanks so much for the reviews, and please enjoy the chapter!

I groaned and placed a hand to my forehead as I heard someone enter my room.

"You got home pretty late last night," said my mom, sitting down on my bed. "Did you have fun at your party?"

"Would you kill me if I said I don't really remember much of it?" I heard her let out a little laugh and she ran a hand through my hair.

"I should kill you, but I remember what it was like to be your age. Plus, that nice boy brought you home."

"What?!" I asked shooting up into a sitting position. I reached over to my night stand and frowned when I noticed my glasses weren't sitting where they should be.

"Yeah, what was his name? Jamie, Jason…"

"Justin?"

"Yeah, Justin. He knocked on the door, and I would have complained because of how late it was, but there you were, in his arms. He said you fell asleep at the party, and he wanted to make sure you got home alright."

"I wonder why Manny didn't just bring me home?" I asked, out loud. I was really speaking more to myself than my mom.

"He said Manny was passed out on the couch or something. I guess if I was a responsible mother I'd call his parents to inform them of his behavior. Then I'd ground you until you were married."

"It's a good thing you aren't responsible then." I then got out of bed, but had to sit back down once I became dizzy. "Oh, god, my head." Why the hell did I have a hangover? I didn't drink last night, or did I?

"How much did you drink last night?" asked mom. A frown now coming to her face. She was going to get all motherly on me in a second. She might not reprimand me right now, but once I was feeling better, she sure would.

"The thing is, I don't remember drinking at all."

"Well, you must have if you are feeling as horrible as you look."

"Thanks mom."

"You're welcome. Let me go get you something for your head. I'll be right back." The second she was out of the room, I first gave myself a look over. I was still wearing the clothes from last night, so that was a good sign. Unless the guy had redressed me after having his way with me. What drunk, hormone crazy, teenage guy would go through all that trouble though? I looked around the room and spotted my glasses sitting on my dresser, so someone must have taken them off for me. Nothing really seemed to be out of place. I did notice that my purse was missing, which meant so was my cell phone. I was proven wrong about that missing the second I felt a vibration in my pants. I pulled it out, and looked at the number flashing on the screen.

"Hello?" I asked, not recognizing the number.

"Hey beautiful, I hope I'm not waking you?"

"Who is this?" I asked, not recognizing the voice either.

"Don't tell me you forgot everything about last night. It's Justin." I remember the voice now, and I remember his drop dead gorgeous face.

"What happened last night?" I asked slowly, scared of what I might hear.

"We danced, we talked, you had too much to drink and passed out."

"But I didn't have anything to drink."

"Babe, you were too wasted to remember." I didn't respond to that. I just kept thinking about it. It didn't seem right at all. All I remember was going down the stairs and finding that dog. Oh. My. God. I left that poor dog down there all by itself. That is so not me. How could I forget that? How could I forget the fact that Justin snuck up on me while I was having a one sided conversation with an animal. What if he had heard me? Did he know my secret? "Listen Roxie, I forgot your purse in my car when I brought you into your house last night, you think I could bring it to you?"

"Um, yeah, sure, I guess," I said.

"Great, I'm going to stop by later today." Then he hung up. It hadn't even registered to me that he had called me Roxie. Him calling me that just didn't feel right. When Warren called me Roxie, it was to get a rise out of me. He knew I hated it. It was all in fun, or so I hoped. When Justin just said it, I don't know, it felt weird. Almost like he knew I secretly liked being called that nickname. I just made a big deal out of people saying it for no reason. There, I said it, I had always liked it when Warren called me that, I just pretend not to like it. But there was no way Justin could know that, is there?

My mom came back in and handed me something for my headache.

"Here you go," she said, handing me a cup of water to go along with it. "You alright? You seem a little shaky."

"I'm fine. I'm just going to go take a shower." I grabbed my bathrobe and went into the bathroom. The hot water seemed to calm me down. I don't know how long I just stood there, but as the water started to cool down a bit, I figured I'd better hurry up and wash before I lost all my hot water.

When I was finished, I wrapped my hair in a towel, put on my bathrobe, and walked back to my room. I screamed the second I stepped in.

"I thought you drowned." I stood in shock as I looked at Justin sitting on my bed.

"What are you doing here?" He held up my purse, and gave me a smile. "I mean, what are you doing in my room?"

"You're mother said I could wait up here."

"I really, don't think my mother would let you up in my room, while I was in the shower." No, I know for a fact that she would never be ok with a guy waiting in my room, while I finished up in the shower. I held my bathrobe closer to my body.

"She didn't seem to mind at all. What's the big deal Roxie? I really liked meeting you last night. I thought maybe, I don't know, we could be friends." I wanted to tell him to get out of my room. I wanted yell at him to get out of my house. For some reason though, I found myself saying that it would be great if we could be friends. My insides were screaming, saying he was dangerous, but I couldn't keep the smile off my face. It was as if some unknown force was making me be nice to him. It was so confusing.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Anything," he said, getting up off my bed, and taking a step closer to me.

"Why didn't Manny bring me home last night?" His face seemed to harden when I mentioned my friend.

"He passed out on the couch. I remember telling your mother that last night."

"But if he was passed out, and I was passed out, how did you know where I lived? No one else at that party knew me." He looked like he hesitated for a second, and I thought I saw a flash of anger in his eyes.

"I looked at your license."

"Oh."

"Listen, I have to get going. I have some stuff to do. Can I call you?"

"Call me?"

"You know, call you on the phone, text you, maybe take you out on a date?"

"Sure," I answered with a smile. A smile that really didn't feel like my own. Once again, I felt like my body was being forced. Like I was being controlled. Justin walked right over to me, kissed my cheek, and then walked out of my room. I stood there, not really knowing exactly what to do. When in doubt, call Manny. I quickly dialed his number and waited for it to ring a couple of times.

"ello?" came a very sleepy voice.

"Manny, tell me, how many drinks did you see me have last night?"

"Uh, you drank last night?"

"Yeah, I must have. I have a killer hang over," I lied. Not wanting to let him know about Justin just yet.

"Really, Rox, I don't remember much, but I do remember you not drinking."

"Are you sure?" I asked, in confusion.

"Yeah." I heard him yawn, I knew he wasn't taking me serious.

"No really, this is important Manny, wake up." I heard a big sigh from the other end and then a groan. He must have just sat up. He always gets the worst hangovers ever.

" Ok, ok. So, I remember you standing in the middle of the room. Like really, just standing there. It was kind of freaky now that I think of it. You weren't doing anything, just kind of looking straight at nothing. There was some blonde guy standing with you."

"Wait. A blonde guy? No, Justin has dark hair."

"No, you weren't standing next to a dark haired guy. You were standing next to a blonde guy." I could feel my heart beating faster. Something was horribly, terribly wrong.

"Why did you let me leave with him?" I asked, in a shaky voice.

"Roxanne, I didn't know you left. I looked for you when I was leaving and you weren't anywhere to be found. I figured you went home with that guy or something. Wow, I sound like a horrible friend. Now that I'm not drunk, that really sounds fucked up that I left you. Are you alright? Did he do anything?"

"No, so wait, you didn't pass out on the couch at the party?"

"No, I didn't. I got a ride home. Wait, what's wrong?" He must have noticed the panic in my voice.

"Nothing, I'll talk to you later." I hung up not waiting for a response. He had lied. Justin had lied and some how...found, um, a wig?

Manny hadn't been sleeping on the couch. I hadn't had anything to drink. Justin really had blonde hair. Oh, God, nothing was making any sense. If only I was still friends with Becca. She would know what to do at a time like this. I tried thinking for myself for a couple of seconds, but it did no good. I needed to talk to someone else. I needed to hear what someone else thought about this. I couldn't talk to mom, she would just freak out. She wasn't a super, or even a sidekick. Dad was the one with power, but he wasn't here to help me right now. I dialed the only number in my phone book that I could think of, and with shaking hands, placed the phone against my ear.

"Hello?"

"Warren? Can we talk?"

Yeah, so sorry there wasn't any Warren in this chapter, but I promise he'll be back in the next one. And I'm really sorry that this is so short. The next chapter will be longer, yeah I promise that too. Please review!