okay,then. here we go. chapitre deux. more reviews, please?

oh yeah, the boy in the last chapter is different than this guy, mkay?

flashback

"How could you, Derrick?!?" He remembered her angelic voice so clearly. It was as if she'd never left.

"I..It wasn't me." He looked down like a little kid, after stealing the cookies from the cookie jar. He was too scared to meet her eye, although he was very much innocent.

"To hell it wasn't you! I hate you." It was the last she ever said to him.

To his right, Griffin was staring at him with pity. Derrick's eyes burned with tears. He shook them away angrily. In the near distance, he heard a laugh. Derrick looked up.

Carmel met blue-green.

Both narrowed, and yet the angelic blue-green formed a smirk. "Looks like that didn't go so well, Derry. But you shouldn't have done that to your girlfriend." he fake-pouted.

The voice that came out of Derrick was so deadly.

"It. was. you." He uttered every single syllable.

His fists clenched so hard, the skin stretched around his knuckles whitened. His pretty-boy face became red.

"Run, Cam, run!" Someone, most likely Jake Shapiro, (Cam's butt-kisser) yelled.

And so it began.

He remembered everything. The way his knuckled had crunched into Cam's nose, the satisfying way he swore angrily and tried to attack back.

They were rolling in the mud now, hitting and almost killing each other.

"Finish him, D!" He barely acknowledged the comment. It was just him and Cam.

Someone tossedhim an iron bar. It was slipping from the sweat on his hands. He took a deep breath.

People were screaming. His friends were chanting, Massie was gone. Cam was on the floor writhing in pain.

Derrick closed his eyes, and tightened the grip on the bar. The last thing he saw was Cam's pleading face.

He raised the bar, ready to strike.

"D-Derrick . Please Don't! No-"

--B--

Derrick stood upright in bed,hand on forehead, sweating like hell.

He hadn't had this dream in a while, now.

But then again, waking up in the middle of the night was a usual for Derrick Harrington. He got up, deeply sighing.

It was 4:00 AM.

Time to go back.

Back to where it all began.

--B--

The flight was a blur.

He felt as if he had five Thanksgiving dinners. Stuffed, and boated like mush.

Derrick had no idea what he could expect when he got there. Would she be there? Was she married? Derrick had recently broken up with his 4th girlfriend of the month .

They were all the same. Frigid bitches or sluts.

None of them reminded them of her. Was that a good thing or a bad thing though?

"Attention, Passengers. We are now arriving at the Rosebury International Airport. Pleas fasten your seat belts and prepare for landing. Thank you."

Derrick took a deep breath.

It was now or never.

mkays. that was beyond boring. but the "crux" of the story shall form soon. -sniggers-

crux..sigh. 've been reading too much harry potter.

review, beeyotches?