"Yay, my fave author is bacckkk!"

Hi! The line above is what I want you to be screaming as loud as your lungs will let you when you see my name on /book/clique! I would do it too, so scream away! (And feel free to smile and get super excited.) That means….

(Drum roll, please)

(dadadadada)

I'm back and ready to update more!! Wooo-hoo!!

OH! And let's make some unclear things, crystal clear:

The last chapter was EEWW, OUCH, HORRIBLE, SICKENING, DISGUSTING, TERRIBLE, SAD, HATED.

Yea, I know. It was all the above. Because…

I DIDN'T WRITE IT!

You see, I gave my very clever of a cousin my password, and she oh-so-smartly logged in, and added a chapter to my story! Oh no! So, being the equally smart one I am, I checked it, read the chapter over, and realized I didn't write it! Understand? I know it's odd.

So… I decided not to delete it, but just to revise it! Cuz, to be honest, I did like the chapter, just didn't like the "scenes" in it.

I revised it! Feel free to go back one and reread! I actually changed it a lot, and added, so you pretty much have to reread the 2nd chapter, before you read this one. IF YOU DON'T, IT WON'T MAKE SENSE TO YOU! I hope you all understand too. I'm not that sickening as you may think.

OH, and to be safe, I changed my password too, and I didn't tell my cousin this time. And, I didn't tell you either! Ha! Heehee, I know you don't care.

:))

This is the next chappie! Enjoy, like your life depends on it.

OH, and review. Let's say a certain gawd wants you to review, and it's ME!

AH, and vote on my poll! It's a matter of life or death here, people.

DiScLaImEr: I don't, my cousin doesn't, and the rest of the world doesn't own the Clique. Only some clever, sneaky, ultra lucky woman does. And her name is Lisi Harrion. Is your name Lisi Harrison? No? I didn't think so! (That was wayy over dramatic.)

CLAIRE'S POV!

I ran and ran and ran and ran.

Finally, I stopped midway. I reached my destination. It was where I was going to stay, until I could figure a way out of it.

Yes, I Claire Lyons, just ran away from my friends. Not permanently running away, I needed to understand what I was going to say and do about my social life before coming back. Because, that's what it's all about, right?

For some reason, I ended up in the local park around the street near my house. The first week I started living in Westchester, I needed a special place I could always go to if I missed my Florida friends or needed to cry. I found that incredible place called the local park.

I definitely needed the park now.

I sat behind a large oak tree and leaned against it. My back lay roughly on the base of the tree.

I needed to cry, and this was a good place to start.

An hour later, I was sore and tired. My tears ran out, and I couldn't speak. Again, my tongue was numb. My eyes were blood red, and my finger nails were dug down.

Suddenly, I heard voices, soft, but loud voices calling my name.

"Claire! Claire! Are you here?" I think it was Massie shouting my name. I heard the click-clack of her heels against the pavement.

I wanted to reply, I wanted her to comfort me. It was time for some talking and confessing. It was pretty much what I needed now.

"Claire, come out please!" Josh yelled. He seemed closer to me than Massie. I heard rustling and walking and he seemed loud. Massie seemed soft and far away. But Josh was close.

"Are you near? We want you to find us!" Cam shouted. He seemed far away too. It was weird how all my friends realized I must be close.



Finally, I felt strong hands behind me. Warm breathing comforted me. I looked down and slowly turned around and saw sneakers. I swiftly looked up and saw a soft face staring back at me. He didn't seem mad, or confused, he just focused on me.

I let him hug him tightly. He pulled me close and I let my hair and head fall onto his shoulder and chest. He didn't say anything, neither did I. He seemed like he expected me to be comforted by him. For some strange feeling, I was. But, I didn't feel wrong or uncomfortable.

"Josh.. thanks." I whispered.

"For what?" Josh Hotz smiled back.

I looked up, stared straight into his eyes, and pulled him closer.

"For hugging me. Won't Massie mind?"

"She'll never know. Right?"

"Of course." I replied.

Ah, so short! Sorry! But, I'm typed and brained out. :)

Look for updates on my other stories tomorrow!

ReAd & rEvIeW.

Catch me later!