(A/N) omg a knocked up story as if, unless I change this story at the last minute then there are no babies, but you'll be surprised on what happens I guarantee it.

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By the time I caught up with him we were in the lunch area. I saw almost everyone had to be here. But they were all separated into about 7 groups. I didn't say anything, I wanted Michael to begin the conversation, but he just stood there fumbling thru his fanny pack. He must have noticed the silence between us because he paused and sighed heavily. "Look around you Zoey, What do you see?" He asked, still fumbling thru his pack.

I looked at him, confused, I wasn't sure how to answer. I looked around and just saw exactly 7 different groups. Was this a trick question? "I see people, scattered everywhere. But I don't seem to get your point." He seemed to find what he was looking for but stopped and didn't look at me.

"No Zoey, I know they are people, but what about them? What is different about these people?" He asked.

I seemed to begin to understand what he was asking. "I see 7 different groups of people. All in different places, they seem to be as far away from one another as possible, but why?"

"They answer to why is you, Zoey. The 7 different groups are all different; none are alike, in any way. We do not interact or mingle with each other unless completely necessary. You left Zoey all seven of us split, we could not get along, and after a long while I started to understand that without you we could not stand each other, and since this all took place I am sure everyone else figured it out as well." It all hit me like a ton of bricks. It IS my fault. He pulled a bag out of his fanny pack. "Chex Mix? They are fat free!" He offered.

Chex mix, I almost laughed at the thought of Michael eating Chex mix. "Chex mix? Since when did you start eating healthy? What happened to your potato chips, Mike?" I smiled as I said it. This has to be a joke.

"Potato Chips are too high in sodium, not good for your heart. Chex Mix is healthy and nutritious, and please refrain from calling me 'mike' its Michael." He said matter-of-factly.

I knew right then and there that this was no joke. Mike, I mean Michael started walking again. I followed, he looked like he was just gonna give me the tour. But sat at an empty table and waited for me to sit across from him. I sat down and waited. Michael cleared his throat and began to speak. "I guess you would like me to explain everything that happened. I know most of it but they are some things I can not explain."

He pointed over to a group all in black clothes and black make-up, they all looked sad and were just sitting there, some were talking but not much. "That right there is the gothic crowd. They don't talk much and our very Satanist orientated." I saw a girl with long black hair and dark black make-up, her pants were baggy and black and had plenty of chains hanging off. Her shirt was all black with some sort of scary design. She looked over and saw my glance and quickly turned back. Michael, who I was looking at and gave me another sad smile. "I see you have found our dear Nicole. She has changed a lot. Rumor is she has not talked since the day you left. But I know that is untrue, do not let how she looks now deceive you. She did not become a goth right away, in fact she went out with Drake for quite a while, and even then she did not gossip at all or talk much and her clothes were growing more different by the day, until one day they broke up and that my dear is when she officially stopped talking. Something must have gone terribly wrong for her to stop talking so suddenly, but I can not figure out why."

Nicole?!?! I wanted to cry, She looked so sad and lonely, and cold too. "Why?" I asked to no one in particular.

"Why?" Michael repeated. "Why is an easy and difficult one to answer. We told her she talked too much and that her gossip was annoying, that's the easy part. She took the advice of some old friends and stopped talking all together, but the difficult part is why she didn't do it suddenly and why she stopped talking after the breakup. No one seems to know. Sad isn't it?"

He moved on by pointing to a new crowd, the ones next to the Goths were Skateboarding off tables, chairs, other people, everything. "Those are the skaters, they mostly just skateboard and have cool haircuts." I saw him staring at one with very layered chocolate hair and blondish highlights. She was in some very tight pants and an element tee shirt. She kept glancing over at us, and it looked like she wanted to smile but didn't.

I recognized her immediately. "So I take it you two aren't together anymore, are you?"

He quickly turned his head away. "Uh, no were not, actually we broke up the same day as everyone else." He lowered his head. "After that fight no one made up. No one talks to each other and no one went back out." He then quickly regained his posture and pointed to another crowd. They were big strong guys with muscle and jersey shirts on. They were a few tough looking chicks, but none that were gonna be Americas next top model. "Do you see the Big one," It was Drake, how could I forget. "That's the star of the football team, and right next to him is the baseball and basketball star. Do you know who he is?" Of course I didn't know who he was I haven't been here in a year. I looked at him. He had a black muscle shirt on, with khaki pants and his hair was long to the point where it would have been I guess considered skater with some highlights and a few snips. "It's Andrew." I whipped my head so fast to Michael that I was sure it snapped. "Remember, we told him he was scrawny and a wimp, well tada! He is now a muscle man star. Not to sound queer but he is gorgeous too isn't he?" He sure was right, what a hunk. Nicole would have loved him all the more.

Michael nodded toward the center group and I immediately saw Dana in her skanky little outfit. She was sitting on a table as Drake came over to talk to her. The people there were ridiculously in short outfits and vast amount of make up on their faces. Magazines were everywhere and they all had smoothies, maybe one or two actually had food. They had maybe 7 guys there total, who anybody in their right mind could tell you that they were gay. "Dana belongs to the preps."

"Yeah, I saw that, but I don't get it. Why would she sell herself to this life of makeup and girly stuff, she was Danger Cruz." I asked, she confused me most of all so far. Dana was not one to wear anything that pink.

Michael put his arms on the table and readjusted himself. "Think about it Zoey, why did Dana and Logan breakup?"

I remembered this too well. "Because Logan kissed me."

"Correct. Now what is the difference between you and the old Dana?"

I thought for a moment. "Well Dana was the tough, bad girl and I was the girly, good girl."

"Exactly!" He smiled a wide smile, showing off his braces.

"So Dana thought that if she acted like me Logan would like her or more like love her more?"

"Precisely the point." He smile grew even wider.

"But that doesn't make sense. Logan loved her for the way she was, and how tough and independent she was. Why would she change what he loved?" I asked getting confused again.

"That I can not answer, for I am a guy and can not think that far ahead." He said slowly and clearly.

"Moving on, to the ghetto population, look at the one standing on the table with the boom box, take a wild guess who that is." I looked at the boy; he had fuzzy cornrows of hair and baggy clothes and shirt that said 'get rich or die tryin' on the front. My eyes widened and I slowly turned back to Michael, to stunned to say anything at all. "I thought that is how you might have reacted. His story is a lot like Andrews, the wussy good kid who is now a bully, thief, and 'gangsta.' He did the last part in air quotes. "Andrew went the physical sport strength, and Chase went the opposite way with not just physical but mental and emotional strength, intimidation."

"Last but not least we have the stoners. Logan's crowd, rumor is that since he has so much money that he can afford all the drugs he wants and because people blame him for whole gang splitting up, until you got here today. His life went down hill, with barely any friends and stressed about ruining everything." I saw Logan look over here but do nothing but have sympathy in his eyes and look away. I came out of my trance by the sound of Michael moving his chair back and getting up.

"Now where are you going?" I asked getting quit fed up with people leaving me.

"Alas, I must reside to my table of nerds, dorks, and geeks." Michael said. I started to get up to follow. "No, you can not come with me, I gave you and explanation but for now that is all I cant give you, for that's the way the rules are here." I understood and sat back down. But I still had a question that needed to be answered.

"Michael?" I asked. "What's your story?"

He had his head down but did not look up at me. He finally looked up at me with a fake smile and laugh. "Turns out band really IS for losers." He said and turned away and walked off to his calculator-loving homework freak group.

And once again I was sitting alone in my so called other home. All alone, with no one beside me, my perfect junior year has gone down the drain in less then an hour of being back at PCA. So I sat at the table admiring everyone else, while I sat alone as silent tears rolled down my face.

(A/N) sad isn't it. But that's how it goes when the one person who keeps it all together leaves. And I so bet you wont even be able to guess what happens next.

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