Yup that was a bit of a cliffie so here's the next chapter! Oh, and guys, CHECK OUT OUT NEW STORY, THE LOST RHODES! IT WAS POSTED ON EM (Demlurina's) PROFILE BUT READ, PLEASE! And review! We want feedback really bad!

DISCLAIMER: Of course we don't! If we did you would hear April going "SING FROM YOUR HOO HOO… FEEL FROM WITH IN YOUR HOO HA…" so yeah.

April's POV

"Shell…" My voice was filled with worry and hurt as I looked at my best friend.

Her cheek was bleeding again. A bit of blood was in her hair and tears were pouring down her face.

"Shell, what happened?" I asked, going over to my best friend and giving her a hug.

"Bryan and Terri," was all she said, and I had a pretty good idea about what was up.

Another wave of anger and hurt washed over me as I picked up my bag and I found a little pink Kleenex package that I pulled out and rinsed in the sink. I began to gently wipe the blood and tears from Shelby's face as I was deep in thought. Most people wouldn't think I would ever be deep in thought, all most people saw in me was a big blonde brain, (if they even thought there was one there at all between my hair) but there was so much more to me.

I wasn't the stuck up snob that most people thought I was on first glance, even Shell made that mistake. Sure, I could be a LITTLE critical about looks sometimes, (okay fine, a LOT critical) but that's the way I was brought up. I was sitting on a fortune made by RHODES DEPARTMENT STORE for goodness sake! What do you expect from a rich girl with her money from a fancy department store? Anyways, people saw me as a funny voice, a pretty face, a large pile of money, and a blonde brain. Add my clothing style into the mix and you have me, the person thought of as a popular blonde airhead, captain of the glee club, a senior in high school dating the freshman known as Will Schuester.

At the time, I didn't have anything to SAY, really, unless you count telling Will and Kyle to whip Sue, Terri, and Bryan's buns real good and hard for me, but I didn't think now was the time so I continued to tend to Shell's face. After carefully wiping off the worst of the mess I started cleaning the blood out of Shelby's hair while having her hold a dry Kleenex over her cheek where it was bleeding.

That's definitely gonna scar, I thought guiltily as I looked up at my nest friend who was still crying but much lighter than before.

I hated the thought that this was going to last her her whole life. And I had the terrible feeling that this year wasn't gonna get much better, but I didn't think it could get much worse either. We both were suffering the wrath of Sue, and one of us got away with a ton of cuts, a slit on the forehead, and two broken ribs, while the other has a permanent soon-to-be scar.

I was actually pretty lucky. None of the wounds looked like they wouldn't heal except the gash on my forehead, but I was sure that could fade away in time. That's why I felt so guilty about Shell's scar, it wouldn't heal like a ton of smaller cuts or a few broken ribs. (Though those did hurt like heck.) It would last forever, and I regretted her doing it for me. I wasn't sure of I'd ever stop regretting it either.

Thanks for readin', guys! Again, check out The Lost Rhodes on Em's profile! We wrote it together! Oh gotta warn ya, school started, like, today, so I won't be able to update as fast as I do or my parents will kill me, they're at my throat already!