Onto another chapter!

My Skylox video now has over 100 views, which surprises me, since it was only uploaded several days ago. I suppose it was just that popular. Lawl.

I have awesome stuff planned for Legend Part 2, my upcoming Merome series, Kingdoms Lost, and my special collab with NinjaMaster220. Really can't wait to start writing them! I've been focusing a lot on Dreams and the collab, only working on summaries for Legend and KL. There's school to worry about too... oops :P At least summer is coming! (reference to Game of Thrones if anyone knows... Okay? Okay. Wait... two book references in one?! Geez!)

I'm sorry to say that I have no idea when another chapter of Scars to Remember will be posted. I haven't heard from Hawkfire, my co-writer, in months so... that probably means something. I will also be too busy with other stories to finish Scars on my own, also since Hawk and I had ideas planned together.

WARNING: This chapter gets not-extremely-graphic towards the middle. But this is the closest to smut I have ever written and will write... ever. If you choose to skip over that section, you can. Some serious stuff happens that parents would most likely not approve of... it's your choice though.

Ray POV

Rehearsals lasted especially long that day. The cast practically taught Anna everything in the script, including all of the blocking, role changes from her characters' egos, the script, and the lyrics along with the music.

After the cast washed off and changed out of their final costumes, I could spot Dan and his friends Ck and Piper from across the Piano Room.

"Hey!" Dan hurried to my side, looping his arm around mine like an long-time companion, "Ray, want me to drive you to the Team Crafted house?"

I slipped my arm out but smiled. "No. I think I'm good. Thanks for asking though."

Dan titled his head and stared at me, confused. "You sure? This late at night there might be bad people…"

"Seriously. I'll be fine."

"Okay. Have it your own way." He chuckled, shaking his head and walking back to his friends. I chuckled, seeing Dan's face spin around and his lips grow into a smile when I spotted him. I couldn't help but find it strange that Dan spent more time with me than Ck and Piper. Strange.

On my way to the nearest bus stop, I felt someone was following me. Someone or something. I didn't want to turn around to see who or what it was, but I could sense it was bad.

I spun around to find a face I'd seen twenty minutes earlier. However, someone I didn't want to see.

It was Scott. Scott Teich.

I stammered as the former pop-star hurried to my side. "S-Scott? W-why are you f-following me?"

He smiled deviously as he reached my location. I felt rock solid when he spoke. "Well, I'm keeping my promise. I'm walking you home."

I slowly shook my head. "That-that was Dan's promise. Not yours."

He suddenly brought up a question which made me jump. "Do you wanna come back to my place? It's getting dark… and you can ask one of your friends to pick you up… right?"

I quickly spit out the clear truth. "I don't trust you."

This comment surprised Scott, which surprised me. "But I'm your co-star. Why not?"

I bit my lip, still unsure of my upcoming decision. "Only until my friend Fia picks me up. She's usually there at the bus stop so she wouldn't mind driving a little further…"

"Good. Follow me." He gave a wink, and spun around. What was he planning?

We walked only four blocks before reaching the Teich household. The house was located in a large white marble mansion with a nice contemporary feel to it. Once inside, I figured Amy designed the interior. Most of the walls had shelves and shelves of Scott's performance awards for his music in Germany. The walls were plain white, but with a little flair of black stenciling, creating a very cultural style.

Scott lead me to the couch in the living, motioned for me to sit, and handed me a cup of liquid. I couldn't tell what liquid, so I chose not to drink it, only placing it on the side table to the right of the couch. After a few minutes of silence, Scott then returned from another room, dressed not in his casual clothes, which still looked ridiculous, but in leather shorts, and a white tank top. He took a seat next to me and stroked my hair with his hand. I ignored it at first, realizing he always flirted and did weird things with my hair during rehearsal, which would've freaked Clara out. This time, when Scott reached for my leg, I held my ground by scooting away from him.

"W-what are you doing?" I whimpered.

He moved closer to me at each word he spoke. My heart pounded in my chest as if a wrecking ball were to explode and release a horrid Miley Cyrus. "I thought you wanted to feel special."

Scott held me by the shoulder, pushing me onto my back on the couch. That wrecking ball soon transformed into a Minecraft creeper one hit from blowing up. And those are pretty bad. I've dealt with them many times, not surviving several. I wasn't sure I would survive this meet with my co-star, who I realized the moment I met him was a jerk.

I yelped. "Scott, you-you're freaking m-me out."

He sighed, keeping me down with one hand. Scott seemed depressed. Not excited for finally getting his hands on me. Depressed… and bored? When I struggled under the force of his hand, he attempted to soothe me. "Ray, just relax and it'll all be okay."

I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't release. "I did-didn't confirm to this!"

"But I did…"

I shook, forcing my sight away from the man who sat on top of me. "P-please get off!"

As Scott noticed the volume of my voice increased, he covered my mouth with his hand.

"It'll all be fine afterwards…"

My eyes widened, the last sight being Scott's grin as I lost sight of all color, only seeing a black space.

When I woke up again, Scott was nowhere to be seen. I blinked multiple times to realize I still laid on the same couch in the Teich living room. Groaning, I searched the surroundings to find everything in the same place as left before… only my sweatshirt thrown on the ground… the zipper to my pants undone… my whole body hurting with pain...

I gulped. Oh no… this can't be happening... I had only heard of this in movies… No… no… Please let it all be a dream…

"Scott?! Ray Hughes?!" Amy's voice rang throughout the walls of the house, scaring me into a terrified daze.

"Amy!" I leapt to my feet, only to fall down again. Amy didn't react kindly.

"Ray. Please leave."

"Amy…" I groaned, crumbling of distress.

"Ray. Now. Or I will call the cops."

"It's not my fault…" I tried telling her the truth, but she wouldn't listen.

"Ray. Let me deal with it," she snapped. I had never ever seen her this angry before, even when her brother made countless mistakes with his choreography during rehearsals. Amy always gave him a second chance.

"O-okay. I'm-I'm v-very sorry."

Amy didn't respond, only giving me an angry glare. I quickly crawled over to grab my sweatshirt, pulled it over my head, and helped myself onto my feet, racing outside, breathless.

I ran all the way to the Team Crafted house that night in tears, although my mind told me not to make any noises. I stormed into the house, slamming the door behind me. Carter peeked out of her room as my quick feet carried me to my room. I found him recording Attack of the B-Team, laughing along with Jerome, Jason, and Tyler through Skype. He heard the door slam, spinning around in his chair to find me sitting on our bed, crying like a baby.

"Jerome, it's Ray. I'm muting my mic. Keep on going!" Mitch placed down his headphones and stood up from his chair, settling himself next to me on the bed. I leaned on his chest, teary-eyed and stressed.

"Mitch," I cried into my husband's shoulder barely letting out a single word.

His goofy mood quickly turned sour. "Rachael, what's wrong? What happened? I haven't seen you this upset since Clara's death..."

"S-Scott went t-too f-far tonight…"

"What does that mean?"

"That means he did it…" I burst into tears.

Mitch bit the side of his cheek, shaking his head. "He's gonna pay…"

He begun to stand, but I pulled him down and looked him in the eye. Although at this point, I could barely enunciate my words, Mitch knew what I said. "Mitch, it's my fight. I'l confront him tomorrow at his private rehearsal..."

"You should quit the show..."

I gasped. Mitch knew how important this meant to me! Why would he ever make that suggestion?! To me?! "No. I'm not quitting. Not just because of one person… I'm gonna do opening night, whether you like it or not." I turned my body away from Mitch as he sat in the same spot, speechless.

Mitch chuckled after a moment's pause. I couldn't see his facial expressions but I knew he rolled his eyes. "Well, you're definitely hot n spicy with me…"

Noticing extreme sarcasm, I snapped back, infuriated. My body still faced away from Mitch, but I sensed every move he made. "I have a reason to! You're trying to pull me out of my dream! I have nothing else! Mitch! I have nothing! I'm not Harvard smart! I'm not nearly as good as you at Minecraft! I could attend college… but that's not worth anything in the long run… Not if I want to live my dream..."

Mitch gently placed his hand on my shoulder, making my muscles relax for a few essential moments. He tried to move closer to me, but enough space separated us to make the emotions tense. "Rachael, you're my dream. I don't want to hear you say that you're worthless…"

I sniffed before whispering in a soft voice. "But I am. Without the show… these last six months have been wasted."

"You're right."

I paused, finally turning to Mitch yet again. I lifted my right eyebrow, curious. "I am?"

Mitch smiled, seeing that I had acknowledged him. "Yeah. You're right. Without your show, these months have been wasted." He nodded, leaning over and wrapping my shaking body in his arms. "I'm gonna settle this. You'll get your show. No one will stand in our way of accomplishing our dreams."

My tear-filled eyes glanced up into those brown eyes I'd known for so long. "Really...? You would do that…?"

"I'm your one love. I would do anything for you to be happy."

I smiled faintly and kissed Mitch on the lips, sliding my hand through his silky hair. Those seconds were perfect. Everything I imagined in a relationship.

In my first three years of high school, I had always thought of hooking up right the perfect guy. When I met Caleb, I thought he was the only way out of my past. However Caleb and I tried, nothing could be solved. Problems were left hanging on the side like nonsense. I hated that about him. Of course he has changed, but in those days, I couldn't stand him. Senior year, Mitch settled the whole situation from the first day he arrived at my school.

Once we pulled apart, Mitch kissed me again, but on the cheek. I giggled, and he allowed me to hang onto his arm. "I've missed that."

"I have too." He stopped, continuing a couple seconds later after thinking. "How about we go on a date night tomorrow?"

I perked up, a grin spread from cheek to cheek. "Deal!"

"You cheered up quickly."

I smirked, eyeing Mitch's computer and Jerome's avatar running around in a silly hat. "Can I watch you play with Jerome?"

"Sure. You can even say something if you wanna."

"Okay."

Mitch teased me by fanning my forehead with his hand. He tried to act like one of his obsessive fangirls. "Oh my! You're gonna be in BajanCanadian's video! So cool!"

I playfully hit my fist into Mitch's shoulder, and he let out a hearty laugh. He leapt onto his two feet, holding his palm out to me, and I hastily took it. We returned to his computer after Mitch pulled up a spinning chair, my personal favorite, for me to roll around in.

"So, biggums, where were we?" Mitch questioned, looking to me and smiling. I smiled back, scooting towards the screen and leaning my head on my husband's shoulder as he commentated.

Although my external appearance seemed perfectly normal from my chat, inside I felt horrible. Who in their right mind would do injustice without having a reason…

I figured it out as Mitch concluded his video.

"Well, that was Attack of the B-Team with Jerome, Jason, Tyler, and I…"

Scott had a reason.

"Make sure to slap that like button with your forehead…"

He was teamed with my enemies.

"I'll see you all in the next video. Take care."

I'm supposing that some of you understood what I wrote there... I'm guessing if you handled my intense prom kidnapping, this isn't much different. Just a tad heightened.

"Mitch and Ray are so cute in this chapter! I love them! #mitchay" - raydoesminecraft

See you guys in the next chapter!