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A/N: Whoo hoo! This story is being updated a week after the last update! I actually just churned this chapter out this afternoon. My plans fell through, so I had some extra time, and since I've had this chapter planned out for awhile, I figured it was about time I wrote it. It ended up being longer than what I originally thought it would be - I figured it'd be around 3,000 words, and it's over 5,000 words. Also, I know some of you asked for more Cargan, and there is a little bit in this chapter. :) This is also the second part of the climax. It's maybe not quite as explosive as the last chapter was, but it is an important chapter.

Warnings: Language, sexual innuendos, and mentions of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder.

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Chapter Seventeen – Break Ups, First Dates, and First Times

James' POV

Katie was sitting on the ground, shaking violently when I reached her. Kendall, Logan, Camille, and Jo were kneeling around her, rubbing her back, holding her tightly, and trying to reassure her with words that everything was going to be okay, but she didn't seem to recognize them – she was off in her own world.

But I already know it would take a lot more to snap her out of it.

Katie, like me, had had Posttraumatic Stress Disorder since a young age, and nothing had ever been done about it. In my case, it was because no one had believed me when I told them what my stepmother was doing to me. In Katie's case, it was because no one took a moment to think about what it would be like for an eleven year old girl to be in the car with her father when he died.

Huge mistake, and huge oversight on her mother's and stepdad's part.

But the PTSD was showing now, brought to the surface by Zach's utter stupidity and selfishness.

PTSD was characterized by a lot of different symptoms – insomnia, nightmares, flashbacks, avoidance of the situation, difficulty with concentrating, and irritation, just to name a few. And it was also reported that children were a lot less likely to suffer Posttraumatic Stress Disorder if they were ten years or younger. But that didn't mean it didn't happen, and Katie had been eleven. I had been twelve when it had started. We were just outside the time range.

What articles and books and talk shows wouldn't tell you about PTSD was the way the world would close in around you, until you felt as if you were bound in your own coffin. They wouldn't tell you how you would scream and yell until you were hoarse and you thought your own throat must be bleeding while having a flashback. They wouldn't tell you that reliving what had happened was just like being back there, like physically walking through your own memory. They wouldn't tell you any of these things, but they happened. I had gone through them. And so had Katie – just like she was now.

The only reason I even really knew about Posttraumatic Stress Disorder was because of a psych class I had taken last year. While we hadn't gone into a whole lot of detail about it, I had immediately recognized the symptoms that were listed. I could remember the teacher at one point asking if any of us had gone through, or knew someone who had experienced, PTSD. Several students had raised their hands. I hadn't been one of them.

I knelt down in front of Katie, and everyone else moved out of the way. "Katie." I spoke her name, softly at first, and then repeated it a little more loudly. "Katie. Katie! It's me. You're not in the car anymore. You're outside, you're safe. No one's going to hurt you now. You're okay. Everything's okay. You're here and you're safe. You're alive."

The word alive seemed to pull her out of it enough so that she at least recognized me. She turned her head, her eyes meeting mine, and I took it as a sign to keep going.

"It's not actually happening, Katie. It's all in your head. I don't know if you're having a flashback or just reliving being in the car with Zach, but it's not happening, not anymore. You're okay. I promise, baby girl, you're okay."

Ever so slowly she began to relax, the shaking coming to a stop and her breathing evening out. I pulled her into my arms and she leaned into me, gripping my shirt as she began to cry, her tiny body racking with fierce sobs that threatened to tear her apart. I held her tightly, pressing my lips to her hair as she clutched at me.

It took a little while, but eventually she began to calm down, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, hiccupping occasionally.

"I don't have a clue what just happened," Kendall said once Katie pulled back from me.

"What do you think happened?" she asked, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Kendall, you know how I feel about cars since Dad died."

"Yeah, but come on, you were eleven, and it wasn't your fault."

"That doesn't mean shit!" The next thing I knew, she was on her feet, shaking again, but this time with rage. "That was what you and Mom always said when I would wake up screaming from a nightmare, that it wasn't my fault! I've heard the same thing over and over again for the past five years, and I'm fucking sick and tired of it! I watched him die, Kendall! I was there when it happened! I was in the fucking car! Do you know what it was like to wake up in a hospital bed to see you and Mom crying hysterically? Do you know what it was like to be half conscious while being lifted onto a stretcher and hearing the paramedics trying to revive Dad? No! No, you don't, because you weren't there! I was eleven, Kendall. I was old enough to remember it, I was old enough to understand what was happening. And I'm sick and tired of trying to live up to Dad's expectations! You may worship the ground he walked on, but he wasn't always the best dad in the world."

"Katie – " Kendall began, looking stricken.

"He wanted us to do exactly what he wanted. You know what was happening when we got in the car accident? He was yelling at me because my grades had gone down. The last thing he ever said to me was that I had to start applying myself again. Okay? Those were probably his last words ever. He was so busy yelling at me that he didn't notice the car that had run the red light. So how the fuck do you think I feel, knowing that, knowing that he lost his life because of a stupid report card?" She shook her head. "Grades aren't everything, and neither is having the life you think someone else wants you to have."

The crowd was still circling us, and I suddenly realized that half the school had just heard Katie scream her head off about her dad's death. This was either going to turn her into a martyr, or a leper. Somehow, I seriously doubted there was a cross between the two…

"Katie," Jo spoke up, following my train of thought. "Um…you have an audience…"

Katie whipped around to face her fellow students. "What?" she snapped. "Does this make me morbid? Crazy? Psychotic? Or just damaged?"

"Maybe a little morbid and nuts…" one of the guys spoke up uncertainly, but she stomped over to him.

"Here's the deal, buddy. We all have a past, and if you can't accept that mine isn't all sugar and rainbows and hearts, then that's really not my problem, so fuck you." She threw her hair over her shoulder and pushed through the crowd.

"Where are you going?" I called after her.

"To see an idiot about a breakup." And with those words, she stormed across the courtyard, towards Zach's dorm room.

Carlos' POV

There was silence as we watched Katie stomp towards Zach's building. After a long moment, I looked over at James. "Well? Are you going to go after her?"

He shook his head. "This is something she needs to do on her own. And it's about fucking time."

"I don't understand…it's like she just completely cracked…" Kendall said slowly.

"It's the adrenaline, the endorphins," Logan explained. "Once she calms down, she'll probably be back to normal, but in the meantime she's apparently going to take care of business. And like James said, it's about fucking time."

"I can't believe that happened to her, though," Jo said after a moment. "I mean, imagine going through that when you're only eleven. No one deserves that."

"You knew about Dad," Kendall pointed out.

"Yeah, but not the details. The details matter, Kendall. They matter a lot. I don't know why you and your mom can't seem to see that."

He glared at her. "Maybe it's because I don't want to think about my little sister going through that. Maybe it's because I don't want to think about the pain and the trauma she went through. Maybe it's because it's easier to just assume that she barely remembers what happened."

"Well, you're going to have to deal with it sooner or later," Jo said, clearly not bothering to pull any punches. "Because she's having to deal with it right now. And after what Zach just did to her…the poor girl's going to need therapy."

She won't be the only one, ran through my head as I looked over at James. It still amazed and horrified me that I had never known that his stepmother was abusing him. While it didn't change my perception of him, it put a lot of things into context, such as his sleeping around, his partying, his love of rebelling against authority, and the alternations between insomnia and nightmares. I had failed as his best friend. I hadn't realized that something was seriously wrong until he had actually told me, and by then the damage was done, possibly irreversible. Who knew what the bitch had done to him?

This was way too much to think about. The important part, I reminded myself, was that James and Katie were alive, and Zach was probably getting his ass dumped by Katie right at that moment. Nothing else mattered.

As if reading my thoughts, Logan caught my eye and smiled at me. "Want to go get hot chocolate?"

I paused, trying to decide if eagerness or aloofness was the way to go. On the one hand, I really wanted to go get hot chocolate with him. On the other hand, I didn't want to seem desperate. And I still had no clue if he liked me or not, or if I even had a chance. "Yeah, I guess," I said after a moment with a casual shrug.

"Oh, please," James snorted. "You're dying to get hot chocolate with him."

"Ja-ames!" I whined, blushing hard.

"Not caring isn't a good color on you. Now go get that hot chocolate. Ooh, and if you could bring me back a cup, that would be great."

I sniffed. "If you think I'm going to get you a cup of hot chocolate after that, then you need to get your head out of your ass." And with that I grabbed Logan's arm and dragged him towards the Huddle. I was going to get James back for that one…

Once we got our hot chocolate, we sat down on a couch and Logan turned to me. "So…"

"So…?"

"So…today's been nuts."

I nodded in agreement. "I hope Katie'll be okay."

"I think she will be. It might take some time, but she'll get through it. Let's just hope she and James manage to work things out."

"Oh yeah, definitely." I sipped on my hot chocolate as silence fell, and then Logan spoke up again.

"So…"

"So…?" I replied, thinking that this already sounded awfully familiar.

"So…would you be interested in doing something with me? Tonight?"

Wait – did he mean like a date? Did I have a chance after all? "What did you have in mind?"

Logan shrugged, sipping on his own hot chocolate even as heat rose into his cheeks. "Maybe…dinner and a movie? If you want to, I mean. Unless you want to stick to something friendly like bowling. Bowling is pretty friendly, right? I mean, I guess the balls aren't when they drop on your feet, and if you forget to let go of the ball when you throw it then that's gotta suck, but other than that – "

"Logan," I cut in, figuring it was a good idea to head him off now instead of letting him talk himself into doing something completely platonic. "Dinner and a movie would be great."

"Oh." He visibly relaxed. "Okay, then. Cool."

I grinned. "Cool."

Something told me tonight was going to rock.

Katie's POV

I had no idea what had happened. It felt like something in me had snapped the second Zach's car had gone into an uncontrolled spin. All I knew was that the rage I had been bottling up inside since I was eleven was suddenly bursting out, like a water balloon filled past the breaking point.

But as I walked, realization and sanity began to crash back over me. Like the hypothetical water balloon, I had reached my breaking point. I had been used, threatened, insulted, bullied, and treated like crap by Zach. My family had never bothered to find out exactly what had happened when Dad had died. People had made some pretty insane assumptions about me from all angles, and I had just had enough. Kendall couldn't even begin to fathom why I would be so upset after, you know, almost getting killed in Zach Wilder's car. And now the whole school probably thought I was a freak of nature. But it was just as well. I was through with Zach. I didn't care what he had to say now, or what he would do. I was done. I was nothing more than a means to an end to him – first for social status, and then to hurt James.

This had to stop.

Once I reached his dorm building, I stormed up the stairs, not even bothering to take the elevator. Once I reached his floor, I fumbled with my phone, setting it on recording mode, and knocked on his door.

Zach opened the door a moment later, an icepack held to his face.

I blinked. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Your secret lover punched me when you were out of it," he snapped. "What do you want?"

"To talk to you face to face, nothing barred."

"Fine. Come on in." He stepped back and I walked into his dorm, making a face at how neat and pristine and clinical it was. When I had first met him I had loved the neatness and organization that his room seemed to ring of. But now all I saw was a room with no personality, no feelings, no emotions. Just like Zach.

"So," Zach said once the door was closed behind me. "What exactly did you want to talk about?"

"Us." I slipped my phone into my jeans pocket, praying that it was still recording. "And the deal you tried to make with me."

"Tried to make with you?" he laughed. "I succeeded, didn't I? It's why Diamond's been so pissed off the past few weeks. He's been even moodier and more brooding than usual. Actually, I'm surprised you still want him, since rumor has it he slept with another girl."

My fists clenched slightly. "As far as he knew, I was with you and I never told him otherwise, so he had every right to sleep with whoever he wanted."

"Just seems a shame," Zach drawled, "that he couldn't even keep it in his pants for more than five minutes."

"Just like you?" I asked coldly.

He paused, a look of shock flitting across his face.

"Yeah, I know about the girls. Your cronies told me. Apparently you've been cheating on me since last summer."

Zach rolled his eyes. "Well, what was I supposed to do? I already knew you had no interest in sex – you were practically asexual back then – and I wasn't into the whole idea of fucking someone who had the sexual responses of a robot."

"Excuse me? Did you just call me a robot?"

"I said the sexual responses of a robot. Because yeah, that was you."

I glared at him. "I did not have the sexual responses of a robot. We agreed we were going to wait until college. But you couldn't even talk to me about it, could you? You couldn't wait, and you refused to do anything that might soil my reputation as Little Miss Perfect, because if you did, then your reputation would go down the drain too. Only it's already there, Zach. After what you pulled today, I don't think a lot of people are going to want to be around you very much."

He glared at me. "Look, I didn't expect Diamond to be that good at drag racing. He sucked at Blackjack."

"So that really was just pure skill? You didn't cheat?"

"Yeah, that actually was pure skill. I've been playing it since I was eight."

"Ah. Makes sense."

"Doesn't it?"

"Anyway, the deal's off. I'm breaking up with you – we're over. And go ahead and tell your dad to fire my mom, because I'm not dating you in any sense of the word. If your dad's really stupid enough to fire my mom over a lie that you made up for your own personal gain, then my mom deserves a hell of a lot more than that. So we're through. Over. Done."

Zach's eyes narrowed. "Oh? You really think you're going to walk away that easily."

"I know I'm going to walk away that easily," I retorted. "Because you're not going to hurt me. Everyone knows where I am, so if you do anything…" I trailed off, a silent threat lingering at the end of the sentence.

"Did you finally get the guts to stand up to me?" He laughed uproariously. "Who knew you could actually be feisty?"

"I did. And so did my friends."

"Yeah, well, I didn't. This is news to me."

"Oh well." I turned towards the door, but he pulled me back, shoving me into the wall.

"I wasn't done with you, Katie."

"Too fucking bad," I snarled, "because I'm done with you. Let me go. I said, let me go!" I stomped down as hard as I could on his foot, and he yelped in pain.

"You fucking bitch!" he slapped me hard across my face, and I felt my lip split open.

I shoved him away from me and yanked the door open, dashing out into the hall. I was done. Just done.

Once I was safely in the elevator, I stopped the recording and texted it to both my mom and Mr. Wilder with the caption, Tell me why I shouldn't go take him to court…

I slipped my phone back in my jeans pocket and got out in the lobby. My cheek was throbbing and when I brushed my fingers over it, I could tell it had started to swell. I picked up my pace the second I was out the front door, and flipped the hood of my sweatshirt up to shield my face. People glanced at me curiously, but I ignored them. Instead I pulled my phone back out and texted James: "Where are you?"

He replied a moment later. "My dorm room. Why? Everything go okay with Zach?"

Really, James? Did everything go okay with Zach? Had he never met the guy? "I'll be there in five. Btw do you have any ice?"

"Um…not in my room, no. But we have an ice machine in the lobby."

"Eh, never mind. I'll just use a soda can."

"Use a soda can for what?" And here came the questions.

"I don't think I should tell you…" Along with the dodging.

"Why…?" And the nervousness.

"Because you might try to kill Zach and I kind of like you out of prison…" The mysterious statement.

"?" And the confusion.

"You'll see…" I pocketed my phone, walked into Bastille Hall, and headed over to the vending machines in the lobby. I got a can of Coke and held it up to my cheek and lip, wincing as the icy can brushed against the cut. I was really hoping I at the very least didn't have a black eye.

It occurred to me as I stepped into the elevator that I was way too calm about Zach slapping me. Waaay too calm. I should have been screaming, throwing a temper tantrum, going to the cops, doing something, anything, to get him in trouble. Instead I was calmly holding a soda can to my face in an elevator that was way too slow for its own good. Something was off.

It was a possibility that I had just simply gone into shock. Or maybe I had just stopped caring about what Zach did to me. Or perhaps I had just finally gotten to the point where too much had happened and my brain was just shutting down so that it wouldn't overload. I wasn't sure which one it was, but I decided not to worry about it too much. The point was, Zach and I were finished, and I could have James now. And I planned on making the most out of it.

When I reached James' floor, I walked down the hall and stopped in front of his door. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on it.

The door opened a moment later.

James stood there in the jeans and a t-shirt he had been wearing earlier, his hair messed up like he had been running his fingers through it off and on all day.

He stared at me for a long moment, before yanking me inside and closing and locking the door. After a pause, he gently pried the Coke can out of my hand, revealing my face.

"Oh…Katie…" he breathed out.

"Just don't. Please?" I asked pleadingly.

"But – did he hit you?"

I hesitated.

"Katie?"

"Yeah," I said after a moment. "I pissed him off. But I recorded my conversation with him and sent it to my mom and his dad. It's over, James. Zach and I are finished. It doesn't matter what he does now, he isn't going to win."

James nodded, before reaching out, slowly trailing his finger over my lip and cheek.

"Do I have a black eye?"

He shook his head. "It looks fine."

"Okay." I sat down on his bed, bringing the can back up to my face. "Where's Carlos?"

James grinned a little, though he bit his lip worriedly as he looked at me. "He and Logan are hanging out tonight."

I grinned too, and then winced when my lip split open even more. "Ow!"

"Here." James reached for a tissue and grabbed the water bottle beside his bed, uncapping it and balling up the tissue as he tipped a few drops onto it. He brought the damp tissue up to my lip and began dabbing at it ever so gently. "You should put something on it."

"What can I put on it that won't get into my mouth?" I asked.

"I don't know. Alcohol maybe? I don't have any on hand, though." He continued to lightly blot at the blood, and I winced slightly as he pressed just a smidgen too hard. "Sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay."

Once he had wiped the blood completely away, he rested the Coke can against my mouth. "Do you want me to get you some ice for your cheek?"

"Does it look really bad?"

"It's bruised, so no, it doesn't look that great."

"Oh, goody."

James chuckled. "How about a bottle of water for your cheek? It'll be easier to get."

"Sure." I reached up, holding the can steady.

He got up and headed out into the hall. He returned a couple of minutes later with a water bottle, still fogged with condensation. "Here you go." He pressed it against my cheek and I shivered, instinctively moving closer to him, towards the heat radiating off of his body. He wrapped his free arm around me, holding me against his side.

We sat in silence with me holding the can against my lip and him resting the bottle against my cheek. At last both the bottle and the can warmed up and I pulled away. "Does my lip or cheek look any better?"

James shook his head. "Sorry. But you know how bruises are."

I sighed.

"You need to report him, Katie. He should be suspended for hitting you."

"I know, but he won't be. The principle loves him, James. And what if he says you hit him first? His face is bruised up too. Then you'll get suspended."

"Well, we have to do something. He can't get away with this."

"And he won't," I said determinedly. "But there isn't a hell of a lot we can do tonight."

"Yes, there is. Give me your phone."

"I – what?"

"Give me your phone."

I wordlessly passed him my phone, and he got into my camera, holding it up. He snapped pictures of my face from several different angles. "Here." He passed my phone back to me. "Send these to your mom and his dad. Tell them that he hit you."

"He slapped me."

"Katie, don't even try to soften things up for him. A slap wouldn't have done this kind of damage. He hit you."

"It was a slap. He hit me with the palm of his hand, not with his fist."

"A hit has a lot of force behind it, and he had force behind it when his hand came in contact with your face. Yeah, it's usually with a fist, but…He did damage to your face. He physically hurt you, and he should have never done that, no matter how pissed off he was. Don't ever make excuses for an abuser, Katie. I did that for years, and it didn't do me any good. Now, send the damn pictures."

Nodding, I texted my mom and his dad the pictures and set my phone down. I turned back to James. "We should be celebrating right now."

"It's hard to celebrate when he hurt you," James said softly, running his thumb over my lip.

"I'll be okay," I promised him. "Don't worry about me."

"Hard not to. Why do I have a feeling you have a knack for getting yourself into trouble?"

"Look who's talking! Remind me again why you were thrown in detention the day we met."

"Remind me again why you were thrown in detention the day we met?" James shot back, and I grinned a little, ignoring the way my mouth throbbed and stung.

"I guess we both get ourselves into trouble a lot."

"Guess so."

I paused, before kissing him. I winced slightly as the cut seemed to explode a little more, but I pushed the pain away and instead deepened the kiss even more. I shoved him on his back, crawling on top of him, my hair tumbling down around us like a curtain. His arms encircled my waist, pulling me closer, and I sighed contentedly. I should have broken up with Zach the day I met James, I really should've. It would have saved us so much pain and misery.

James pulled back after a moment. "Your lip – " he gasped out, but I shook my head.

"Ignore it. Unless blood gets in your mouth, in which case go ahead and spit it out."

"Wow, thank you so much for your permission," he said sarcastically. "But should we really be doing this when your lip's split like that?"

"It'll be fine."

"Katie – "

I aimed a stern look at him and placed my hands on my hips. "I said, it'll be fine."

"Fine," he retorted, matching my attitude.

There was a long moment where we glared at each other, and then we simultaneously busted out laughing. He flipped us over so that I was on my back and he was hovering over me, and he traced his fingers down my cheek and over my jaw. "Just do me one favor?"

"Anything."

"Don't go near Zach Wilder ever again."

I entwined my fingers with his and kissed his hand. "I promise."

"Good." He leaned down and kissed me again, and I pulled him closer eagerly, winding my arms around his neck.

James licked at my lip, taking care to keep away from the cut, and I opened my mouth just enough so that he could slip his tongue in. I was pretty sure my mouth was going to look like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it once this was over with, but for the moment I didn't really care. I was too wrapped up in him.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt, lifting it up, and he pulled back, raising his arms obediently. I got it off, raking my eyes over him. Yum. And to think, before I met him I had never been into the bad boy type. Or maybe I had been and I just hadn't realized it…

But I kind of had. When we had been at my mom's and stepdad's lake house, it had seemed like James was shaped and molded just for me. And that hadn't changed. I wanted him even more than I had the night we had almost gone all the way, and I couldn't imagine a day going by when I didn't want him with me.

I had said myself that there was someone else, someone who wasn't Zach, who I wanted to lose my virginity to.

Maybe it wasn't the right time, or the best time, or the smartest idea. But in that moment, it was perfect, and as I looked up at him I knew no matter what happened between us I would never regret it. And that mattered to me a hell of a lot more than a stupid life plan that wasn't even going to happen.

Keeping my eyes on his, I raised myself enough so that I could unzip my sweatshirt and shrug out of it, before slipping my own shirt over my head.

James swallowed hard as I began working on his jeans. "Katie – "

"I told you, James. I want it to be you."

"But – now? I mean, your lip's cut, you haven't exactly had the easiest day, you're probably still dealing with Posttraumatic Stress – "

"James, I'd rather it be right now, right here with you, then in a suite at the Holiday Inn on the best day of my life with some other guy."

"But what if I'm the guy at the Holiday Inn?" he wanted to know.

"Then that means we'll have made it."

He swallowed again. "Are you absolutely positive you want to do this?"

"I'm absolutely, completely, totally, fifty million percent positive. And numbers don't lie." I reached up, stroking the back of my hand over his cheek. "As stupid as this is going to sound, I've tried so hard to plan everything else in my life out, to make everything completely perfect, that I want this to be not planned, not perfect, not in the traditional sense. But, as cheesy as this is going to sound, it'll be perfect because it's you and me and no one else is in the way. I love you."

I watched as James' eyes widened, his mouth falling open in shock. I wondered when the last time was that someone had said "I love you" to him. Probably not in a few years.

After a few seconds, he gasped out, "I love you too."

"Good. So, let's do this." And with that I reached up and kissed him. He kissed me back, and I relaxed into him.

Yeah, it was going to be absolutely, completely perfect.

So, Jatie finally actually happened :) Oh, and Zach's psychotic, so...yeah. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this chapter.

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