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I slam my locker. No sign on Nolan yet. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, since everyone seems to be teasing me these days. Then I hear the doofus twins. Wait. That's not right. I hear Damien and David shouting in the hallway.

"Make way, make way, His Highness is coming through!" I roll my eyes. Nolan is being pushed by Nurse O'Connell. They stop a few feet away from me.

"And here's Her Highness herself! How are you today, my fine lady?" David bows exaggeratedly.

"Where's Matt?" I ask. Their faces fall.

"Uh, technical issues?" Damien tries. I shake my head. I spot him walking the other way. I run after him.

"Hey, why aren't you with the others?" I ask him.

"We had a...disagreement."

"What about?"

"Its, uh, personal," he mutters quietly. I leave it at that. Suddenly Drake bounces toward me, Adam following far less enthusiastically at his side.

"Ella! The dances on Wednesday!" He says excitedly.

"Yeah. Two days. Whoop," I say. His smile widens.

"Guess who I'm going with." My jaw drops.

"YOU ACTUALLY ASKED HER? WHEN THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?" I shout. He looks taken aback.

"No, no, Sarah dared her to come with me, and she doesn't back down from dares, so were going together!" he explains.

"And this is amazing...how?"

"Because I can show her how awesome I can be, and she'll like me!" Hmm. I glance at Adam.

"I agree with whatever you're thinking," he says.

"Well, okay then. I guess us two will just be loners for the dance," I say to Adam.

"Yeah, Myra's going with Wade, so...I dunno. I could ask some random girl," he muses.

"Nah. I don't wanna be the only loner," I say.

"Fair enough."

"You could always try Marina," I say.

"I have a date, so sorry Adam," Marina says as she walks past us. Good timing is like, her hobby or something. Jeez.

"So, Ella, what did Matt say?" Nolan rolls up. "Cause I got no idea. I'm guessing its an amnesia thing."

"Personal issues. You remembered anything else? Any small, insignificant things?" I ask. He grins.

"What, you jealous?" I scoff at that.

"In your dreams. No, I'm just thinking maybe you'll never remember the big stuff," I tell him.

"Well, anyway, you need to help me with my plan!" Drake interrupts, still bouncing.

"Jeez, how can you bounce that long?" I ask.

"Extreme fitness," he replies. I don't know if he's joking.

"Anyway, what plan? To impress D-" he cuts me off frantically.

"How ridiculous! No, why don't I explain on the way to art class!" he says loudly.

"But-"

"No buts." I sigh, and let Drake drag me down the hall away from Adam and Nolan.

"You cant just announce it in front of people!" he whisper yells.

"Why not? Everyone already thinks you like her, well, maybe not so much since her episode, but..." I trail off.

"If Nolan got word of that, then the whole freaking school would know!" he exclaims. Well, that's true.

"So, your plan to impress Daniela?" I whisper.

"Yeah. How do I do it?" he asks.

"I dunno. I mean, she's not really your normal girl, so I think you just need to be...like you normally are," I explain.

"Great advice. That's what everyone says, and-" Suddenly I hear a snarky voice.

"Hey, Drake. Having fun with your girlfriend? Oh wait, you don't have one anymore," Beth says sarcastically. Beth; aka Avril's friend that screamed that one time.

"Beth, chill out. We're cool. Stop annoying him," Avril sends us an apologetic glance. See, this is what I like about Avril, and what Drake probably likes too. Her laidback, chilled out attitude. She seems pretty nice.

"No, he dumped you, Avril!" Beth exclaims. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Drama queen, much?

"Yeah, Beth, he dumped me, not you. So why are you so pissed off?" Avril asks, raising an eyebrow.

"He-he dumped you!" Avril rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, no kidding. We don't hate each other and aren't at eternal war or whatever, so who cares?" Beth huffs and storms off. I snicker, then glance at Avril to see if she heard.

"It's alright. I feel the same. The only reason I keep her around is to keep my mom happy. She loves her, its the weirdest thing," she explains. "The daughter she never had, I guess." An idea occurs to me, then. I look at Drake, then back at Avril.

"Hey, Drake, does Avril know why you dumped her?"

Maths class. Ms Carpin is scowling at me. I look at her in disbelief.

"It wasn't me! I swear!" I protest.

"This is your fourth detention you've gotten since you've come to Garde High, Ms Ra. This is honestly wearing old." I hold up three fingers.

"I have started none of those things that got me detention!" I shoot a quick glare at the boy sitting beside the window. I scowl.

"Well, you're still getting it. I expect to see you on the clean up committee for Wednesday's dance," she says firmly. I sigh. She turns back to her lecture. Drake nudges me.

"Hard luck, huh? That Nolan, man, load of trouble," he shakes his head. One thing I like about Drake? That he doesn't tease me about Nolan like some of the others do. His face is suddenly split in an unholy grin.

"Hey, you know, this is how it started with me and Daniela, and now I'm pretty sure I'm in love with her," he wiggles his eyebrows. I scoff.

"That ain't happening. Besides, I still like Stanley," I mutter back. Something tugs on my mind. Another memory, I'm sure. I try to grasp it, but it slips away. I can remember practically everything, until Nolan said that thing about his PS3. I don't know anything after that. But somehow, I get the feeling that that's the most important part.

"Well, I dunno. I guess we'll find out."

I scowl at the clock. Twenty minutes left of detention. I seriously hate Ms Carpin. The door opens a crack. I look up, along with the other tortured souls in detention. Stanley comes in and winks. He hands a note to Mr Rey. He scans it, scowling.

"Fine. Take her. Cant argue with Ms Carpin," he says. "Ella, go with Stanley. Ms Carpin wants you." I send him a confused look. He simply grins. When the door closes, I turn on him.

"Ms Carpin wants me, huh?" I ask sceptically.

"Well, there's this place I wanna show you, and I couldn't wait til after detention," he says sheepishly.

"Well, where's this mysterious place?" I ask.

"Somewhere," he says vaguely.

"Okay. How are we gonna get there?"

"An epic creation of intrigue and great power." Turns out, it was a motorbike. A bloody motorbike.

"Okay, so put on the helmet, and put your arms around my waist," Stanley instructs, holding out a spare helmet.

"You know, I was recently in a near death accident, and I don't think helmets make much difference," I say.

"Well, this time round, I'm here, not that dope Nolan," he replies jokingly. He sits down on the bike.

"You're calling your best friend a dope? What does that say about you?" I tease.

"Just get on the damn bike," he sighs in frustration. I oblige.

"You know, if I didn't knew better, I would think that this is all some dumb ploy to get closer to me," I joke. He grins.

"How do you know that's not what it is?" he zooms off before I can ask him what he means. We zip along the highway, wind rushing through my visor. It feels so amazing. Like flying. And I know how it feels to free fall. He pulls into a forest path, and rolls along it.

"This isn't gonna be some cliché thing where you take me to a forest, right?" I question.

"Nope. Its even more cliché than that," he replies.

"What, we gonna watch the sunset?"

"Maybe." he winks. Its kinda nice, just to get away from the other guys. I mean, they're cool and all, but I just need a break from the teasing. After another five minutes, he stops the bike.

"We're here." I look around.

"Where?"

"Look over there," Stanley points behind me. I put my hands on my hips.

"I am not falling for that-" he grabs my shoulders, and turns me around. My mouth opens.

"Woah." An abandoned, half crumbled castle lies in wait. "I am so there." I run towards it, and feel Stanley chuckling as he jogs behind me. I stride through the doorway, then glance around. Its got some of the old furnishings, too.

"This is awesome!"

"Of course it is, I brought you here," he says cockily. I shove him, and yell, "tag!"

"Oh no you didn't!" I hear as I sprint up the stairs. So what, he's faster, I'm smaller. And to me, that's a better advantage. I dive behind a tall chest. Stanley jogs past, looking around curiously. I suppress my snicker, and stand up quietly once he's out of sight. I head into the nearest room. A four poster bed sits in one corner, and an ancient desk. I exit and head up the next flight of stairs after I heard Stanley shut himself in a room on accident. He's pounding on the stone slab, willing it to open. That probably gives me about five minutes. I race up the last two flights of stairs, and enter a small, circular room. I see the final stairs just ahead. I climb up them, and am meet with a gust of wind. It blows onto my face as I ascend to the turret. Oh, my God, this is AWESOME! I'm standing on the top of a castle, in a turret, overlooking Chicago. The wall is about chest height, so I wont fall off. I lean over, and gaze at my city. My home, now. I've done some pretty dumb things here, nearly gotten killed, passed out for the first time, and scored a goal in soccer. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Well, except Nolan and my injuries. Yeah, that's something I could live without.

"Nowhere to run." Stanley stands on the top step, grinning at me. I back up, but my back hits the wall. Crap. I look around frantically, but there's no escape. Damn. He's getting closer, now. I keep pressing myself firmly to the wall. He puts his hands on either side of me.

"So. Nice view, huh?" I furrow my brow, confused.

"Well, yeah, I guess its nice, for a city-" he cuts me off.

"I don't mean the city." He keeps staring at me, waiting for me to get it. I suddenly do.

"Well, personally, I think it's a little average-" Again with the bloody cutting me off! Let people speak, man! How does he cut me off? He kisses me. Yeah, I know, unexpected. So I just stand there for a bit, before actually reacting. And kissing him back. Somehow, it jogs my memory. I don't know why, though. Holy frijoles. But what the hey, I'll roll with it. He pulls away, grinning.

"So, ice cream?" he offers.

"I thought you were never gonna get me ice cream again?" I ask teasingly.

"Eh, I never keep my promises anyway," he shrugs.

And that is how my life took a deep nose dive, on course for rock bottom.

Okay, so I have a question:

How long do you want this story to be? And do you want a sequel?

Because in my plan for this story, I can either:

End it in a few chapters

End it in a few chapters and have a sequel

Make this and the sequel merged into one, so it's a lot longer

What do you think? PM me or review

Until next time,

HV out