A few weeks passed and Steve-O was still hanging around like a bad smell, putting the pressure on Connor for more money, and slowly breaking Dynasty's spirit. Bit by bit, Dynasty was becoming more withdrawn by the day.

When Imogen looked to her best friend she no longer saw her firey spirit in her blue eyes. They had lost their sparkle and now instead shone with unshed tears.

"I'm worried about Dynasty..." she spoke as she and Kevin left the library. "And I think it's to do with that creep."

Kevin shrugged. He understood why she refused to say Steve-O's name. "She won't say anything to me. We broke up remember."

"She's not saying anything to me either..." Imogen sighed and looked to the floor. "She's scared of him! And he's not leaving Connor alone. I hate him I really do!"

Kevin sighed and put his arm awkwardly around her shoulders. "I know, but what can we do? She won't listen to us and he won't leave us alone."

The two carried on their conversation as they made their way to their English class. Imogen bit her lip when she saw Connor, he looked worried about something. "Give me a minute." she muttered to Kevin as she walked over to Connor. "What's wrong?"

Connor looked toward her, forcing a smile and was about to tell her nothing was wrong when she saw the look in her eyes. He sighed heavily and took her by the hand and walked away from the group by the door.

"Connor you're scaring me now." Imogen spoke when he hadn't spoken for a few moments.

"He's found our marriage certificate." Connor said.

"What's the problem with-you haven't told your mum." She sighed heavily. "Well... tell her? He can't hold it over us. My mum knows."

"It's not just that, he's cleared everything out of my room just to get money off me."

Imogen glared and turned on her heel, walking in the direction of Mr Byrne's office.

He chased after her and grabbed her by the wrist. "Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm gonna get this sorted. He can't keep doing this."

"No! Imogen just leave him to me. You don't mess with these sort of people."

"Yeah? Watch me." She spoke. "You either come with me and tell Byrne yourself, or I do it without you." She added, pulling her wrist free and started walking again.

Connor sighed heavily and followed her.

"Oh 'ello you two!" Sonya beamed cheerfully when she saw the two teenagers appear in the office. "What can I do for ya?"

"We need to see Mr Byrne." Imogen said, smiling a little so Sonya didn't see that something was wrong.

"He's a bit busy at the moment. He shouldn't be too long." Sonya smiled.

"Okay we'll wait." She said, shooting a glare to her husband as he made to leave the room.

Imogen walked over to the chairs and she sat down, Connor reluctantly following after her, sitting beside her.

"The sooner you do this the quicker it gets him off your back and you won't have to keep looking over your shoulder." She told him quietly. "I hate what he's doing to you."

Connor sighed and held her hand. "I know... we'll sort it."

"Yeah we will." She smiled softly, leaning against him.

Connor smiled a little.

They stayed there for a moment until the door opened and Michael walked out, looking over at them. "What's the problem?"

Imogen looked and nudged Connor, who stood up.

"Can we talk?" He asked.

"Sure, come into the office, Connor. Imogen you can get back to class."

"But-"

"Now, please."

Imogen sighed and stood, giving Connor one last look before leaving the room. But she had no intention of going to class. She made straight for the exit and toward the gates.

"Oi gobby! Lookin' for me?"

Imogen's skin crawled at the sound of the cocky voice with the face to match. If she was a violent person she'd have punched him straight in the mouth. She turned to face him. "Yeah, I've come to ask for something that belongs to me and Connor."

"Oh you mean your marriage certificate? Yeah I haven't got it on me sweetheart. I left it at my place. But y'can come with me at lunch to get it if you like? We can go for a coffee or somethin'." Steve-O gave her his winning smile. "I know you think I'm the bad guy but I'm honestly not. Think of the coffee as my way of sayin' sorry."

Imogen didn't look convinced. She still wanted to smack him one, but instead she did nothing but nod. "Okay. Lunch time then."

"Great, I'll pick you up from here then."

Imogen nodded and turned on her heel and walked back toward the school, unsure of whether she should tell Connor or not, and even if she should even turn up.