yikes .. I know some of you prolly want to strain me for making you wait so long, I'm horrible, I know. Well, I don't have a legimiate excuse for the wait. But, I gave you a SUPER CHARGED chapter. It was 11 pages in microsoft word ;o So, it's pretty long. Love me for that? Pleaseeee, I'm sorry. Well, enough babble, finally, on with the story?

Chapter Seven: Help me! I'm so confused?

My weekend was like the outcome of a pregnant woman's PMS; crying, yelling, laughing, and being aroused with a nice make out session on the couch. But I wasn't totally complaining. You have to have rain to make a rainbow right? Right.

"The hell. Why are you so damned tired?" Sasha muttered to me during history.

I peeked one of my eyes open and closed it again, sighing in the process. My position at my desk was very lazy; I was slouching, with my weight leaning to one side.

To answer her question I just mumbled, she rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the board.

The light was shining behind my lids. I could see the entrance to dream land, the door neared closer and closer. Then – WHAM!

"OUCH!" I screeched and shot up.

Scanning my eyes all around I saw the blank stares of people all around me. I was trying to evaluate what was going on. I was currently in a birds eye view, meaning, my position was higher then everyone else. Feeling like a total idiot I slowly sat back down in my seat; with everyone still staring at me like I was a maniac, which I am.

Mr. Brooks eyed me and raised an eye brow.

"Everything alright, Miss Hue?" He asked uneasily.

I yawned, "Everything's quite peachy, teach."

Students around me began chuckling quietly. But I was so tired and out of it, I really didn't notice that I just mouthed off to the teacher.

Mr. Brooks stifled a laugh and quirked his mouth. "'Teach?'"He quoted. "My dear Maycee, there must be an explanation to your odd behavior." He paused then continued, "But, frankly, I don't care for it. So instead of idolizing yourself in my class room why don't you make a journey to the Nurse? Go on now." Mr. Brooks waved his hand towards the direction of the door.

I just shrugged and jerked my backpack over my shoulder. "Whatever." I muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. The final noise coming out of the room was soft chuckles, and then they abruptly stopped because of the now closed door.

Why are you so tired you ask? Well, lots of reasons. After coming home from Douglas' my mother and aunt corned me in my room. My aunt, being the good woman that she is, tried to sooth me about Saturday's horrible eruption. Y'know, the fight in'all. Then my mother, being the bitch that she is, was glaring and yelling at me how I was so 'disrespectful' and 'immature' for running out. What the hell do I care about what she thinks? I got my panies all in a bundle and started sobbing. Then, towards midnight, it erupted into a full blast tear session, one that kept me up till about four in the morning; giving me a grand total of two hours of sleep.

I looked like a zombie, acted like a zombie, and waltzed around like one. So, when a sudden tug on my arm pulled me out of my path and into a bathroom I acted with no reaction.

"Mm." I mumbled in my throat. My eyes slowly closed and opened.

In front of me stood a Greek god.

With drowsy eyes I smirked and then swayed. "Hey there baby."

The god smiled a crooked smile and held my arms with his hands. "One would think you are drunk, Maycee."

I smiled, "One would think that you we're a son to a Greek god, Douglas."

He flinched at my name choice. "Are you drunk?"

Laughing, I shook my head furiously. "Nope. Just vurrry sleepy."

"You sure?"

"Mm." I nodded.

He sighed. "What am I going to do with you?"

My mouth quirked, "Whatever you want, baby."

Dougie laughed, "Very, very intriguing."

I almost felt like I was drunk. It's like sleepy drunk. The lacking of rest gives you the same result as the overdose on alcohol. You're dragging, you feel as if you're going to pass out, and you're totally, and completely out of it.

"Why don't I take you home?" He suggested.

"Don't wanna go home." I answered quickly.

He smiled, "Would you rather go home with me?"

"Better."

"Come on." Dougie grabbed my arm and pulled me his way. I stumbled and went along the direction he was pulling me towards.

The light from my dream was starting to fade. And different, un-matched, sounds began ringing though my ears. I rolled side to side, adjusting my position. Soon enough my eye lids began rising; letting un-wanted light peer into my eyes.

"Umph!" I grumbled, and closed my lids.

A soothing voice began speaking. "And she awakes!" It shouted.

Confused, I peeled one of my eyes open and examined my surroundings. There was Blink-182 poster and a glass tank.

My mind was slowly putting the pieces together.

"Goddamn!" I shouted as I shot up from my lying position.

I leaped off the bed and turned towards Dougie, who was grinning mischievously.

"What did you do to me!" I shouted at him. He put his hands up in defense and laughed.

"I did absolutely nothing. It was you who put yourself in this position."

"Yeah, okay." I choked out, not believing his words.

He frowned. "I did nothing to you Maycee. You're the one who agreed for me to bring you here."

"'Agreed'" I repeated, he nodded. "So, you suggested the whole thing in the first place!"

"Well yeah!" He yelled angrily, "You came to school looking like a stoned drunk! You basically offered me a place in your pants." And after that his temper fell off his face and an evil grin took its place.

I blushed and Dougie began laughing.

"That's hardly something to laugh about." I scoffed, offended.

"Why the hell not?" He gasped between laughs.

"Because!" I shouted. "I gave you the impression that I was a whore!"

Dougie stopped laughing and smiled. "Maycee, a whore gives 'it' to guys for money. You implied no kind of payment."

I rolled my eyes and began sarcastically, "Yeah, thanks, I feel even better."

"You should. Now you're only a frisky little girl."

"Yay, I'm frisky."

He laughed. "Well I'm sure you wouldn't have said anything if you were thinking properly."

"You're absolutely right; I wouldn't have said one word about such thing!"

"But would you still think it?"

I snorted. "In your dreams."

"Or possibly in yours, sweetheart." He retorted.

Instead of replying I just rolled my eyes and walked out of the room. Behind me, Dougie was patiently following.

"Y'know." He began. "If you act like that when you're sleepy, I couldn't possibly even begin to think about how you would act drunk. Ha!" He scoffed. "You'd prolly be one heck of a party."

I took that as a compliment, it was at least half of one. "Mm, probably."

Dougie dragged in a breath of air. "What?" He said melodramatically as I turned to face him. "Miss sensitive didn't take that as an offense? God kill me now."

"What?" I copied his melodramatic response. "Mr. Smart Ass here didn't fail to at giving a smart ass remark?"

He smirked. "I love it when your claws are out."

"Shut the hell up."

"Come on baby, you know you want this." Dougie gestured towards himself. "You just can't admit it. Goddamn, I have too much sex appeal. It's hard for people like you to handle it. Instead, you get all flustered. It's alright, I understand. Just deep down, truly, I know you want this."

"Why don't you crank your ego down there, buddy." I patted him on the shoulder and spun around and began to walk forward again.

Dougie came up beside me and put his arm around my waist. "You're so uptight. The other night you didn't mind my large, attention grabbing, ego."

I stopped in my trails again and a chill ran up my spine remembering. "It was late. I was delirious."

He snorted. "My ass you were."

"You are an ass. What's up with the personality change?"

"What do you mean?" He growled.

"Well, before, I don't remembering you being this so damn obnoxious. And your ego wasn't the size of the moon. What the hell happened?"

"Well, before, you weren't so uptight and stubborn. What the hell happened?" Dougie retorted.

I folded my arms against my chest and frowned. "Sorry, I'm just, uh, being a bitch."

"Damn straight!"

"Hey!" I gritted my teeth. "You're not exactly acting like Mr. Universe."

"Should I be?"

I laughed. "Well you could act like a decent human being once in awhile. Instead of acting like everyone is kissing your feet, praising you."

So, I don't really know how all this began. I didn't really mean to start acting like there was a stick up my ass. But, can you blame me? Mr. Obnoxious was acting, well, obnoxious! How else am I supposed to act? I can't lower my shield and let him stomp all over me.

His arm fell from around my waste and his face turned stone. "I'm sorry, am I not good enough for you?" He said in a cocky, irritated tone.

A fight was brewing, I could feel it. Obviously I just hit a sore spot, and now the slapping are erupting.

Instead of backing down, like my conscious has suggested, my woman instincts implied that I should retaliate.

"Ha!" I laughed sarcastically. "You act like you're too good for anybody! So how could you possibly not be good enough?"

"Whatever."

Dougie just stared at me and walked back to his room, closing it with a slam. His last word didn't drop the argument. It just paused it, there was more for him to say, and he just refused to go on.

But, I didn't care. I was fuming so I just stormed out of his house and back to mine.

It was about 8:30 at night when I got home. When Shanae asked about my wairabouts I just gave her a fib about studying. She didn't question anything so I guessed I was in the clearing. After washing up I passed out on my bed for the rest of the night.

The morning came quickly, dammit, I muttered to myself when my alarm clock awakened me. I took hold of it and threw it. The wall made an aching sound from the crashing. The beeping hadn't stop, in fact-it sounded as it had gotten louder. I've decided that it was cursed. That decision motivated me to get my butt out of bed and walk over to the clock. I picked it up, walked towards and opened the window, and then furiously chucked it out the window.

Clapping my hands together proudly I smiled at my work. All of sudden a sound came in from outside. Y'know, in movies, how there is always that sound of a cat weeping after you've thrown something away from your view. It's like mee-OOOWWW! SCREECH, BANG! Well, you'd think they would be exaggerating. But, it's really what happens. I ran to the window and gazed out. Looking for some cat walking around injured. I didn't see anything. But I yelled out a sudden "Sorry!"

School went faster then I thought. It was already lunch by the time I realized it. Mr. Brooks gave me a hard time in first period. He picked on me and called on me for an answer for every question. He said it was his way of making sure I was 'normal.'

I got my lunch and took my usual seat next to Sasha and the rest of her followers. She watched me for a couple minutes and after awhile I got irritated.

"What?" I hissed at her.

She just continued her stare down and shook her head while turning her attention back to her lunch. "Nothing, nothing. It's just.. You seem… um, you okay?" Sasha finally blurted out.

I gave her a tight smile. "Yeah, I'm all good."

"Right." She said wary.

Before she could reply Zach, unexpectedly, said something. "What'd you do to Dougie?"

Looking into his green eyes I sneered, "What are you talking about? I didn't do crap."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah okay."

"Why do you abruptly think it has something to do with me?"

"Just a wild guess." He said shaking his hands in the air.

I thought thoroughly. "Was that sarcasm?"

Zach rolled his eyes. "No way."

"Was that it again?"

"Jesus." He muttered under his breath.

I crossed my arms and glared at him. "I don't see how it's any of your business anyway."

"Dougie's my friend, and when I have to deal with his crap it turns into my crap. So when this said happens. I track down the cause, I stop it, and then there is no crap."

"That makes you a happy camper, doesn't it?" He smiled at my fake understanding.

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The wake of Friday was finally here. That was a sign of both good and bad. Good because I mean, come'n its Friday. Go out on Fridays and then wake to a Saturday, where's the complaint? It was also a bad sign because I haven't talked to Dougie since Monday, that's three complete days of weirdness.

Zach brought Doug to the table to help ease the tension. But the 'genius' only made it more uncomfortable. Doug didn't say a word, and basically full on ignored me; freaking immature toad.

But whatever, who the hell cares – I don't.

Well, that's what I keep trying to convince myself.

--

In relief, the bell sounded.

I walked to the lunch line and got some food to feed my bear hungry stomach. When I took my seat next to Sasha my eyes wandered around the cafeteria; for no reason, of course, just curious. I took note that Dougie wasn't here, haven't seen him all day. Must be sick or something, but whatever.

"Looking for someone?" Zach's voice rang through my ears and I glanced up at him, narrowing my eyes.

"Not at all." I said sternly.

He cocked an eyebrow and rolled his eyes. "Dougie's not here."

I shrugged and took a bite of my sandwich. "Cool."

"You can cut the act, Maycee."

Instead of looking up at him I just took another bite. "What act?"

"You know damn right what act."

"Mm." I mumbled and shook my head. "Not sure I do, Zachy-poo."

He finally choked on the smooth act he was trying to do. I laughed and looked up at him.

"Fine, you don't care that Dougie got hit by a car and is in the hospital." He kept his eyes glaring into mine. My body turned cold and my next reaction was by reflex.

"What?" I stuttered.

Zach covered his mouth sarcastically. "The ice queen actually cares?"

I threw up my arms angrily, "Of course I freaking care. What happened to him?" I demanded.

Zach just nodded and smiled. "About time you admit it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" My voice rose and people where tuning their attention to our conversation. Zach just kept staring at me and my temper rose higher. "Well?" I shouted.

"Dougie isn't in the hospital."

My mouth dropped. "Okay?" I urged on, confusingly. "Then where is he?"

Zach shrugged and took a bite of his food, a little too casually. "Beats me."

"Then why did you-" I stuttered and thought. The freaking goon set me up. What a cruel, dumb, immature joke. Instead of using words to express my anger I smiled at him and kicked his groins underneath the table. He shouted in pain and fell off his seat.

"Bitch." He choked out between breaths.

"You started it sweetie." I said down at him.

I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the cafeteria with dignity.

--

It was 9:00 on a Friday night. And I am sitting home watching a corny soap opera eating Ben and Jerrys. Oh yeah, I'm freaking as cool as an ice burg.

Honestly, I was in no mood to go out tonight. My mood was irritated, I felt like a train wreck. My thoughts wandered everywhere, and I felt lost. It's a horrible feeling really, its like when you have a bunch of different projects in front of you and you have no idea on how to start one and end the other one. And you're really just getting no where with anything. You don't know what to do with yourself.

Now, I can't really explain my two comparisons of my simile with my current experiences. That's how confused I am. I'm comparing things to other things without knowing the other things I'm comparing to. Jesus, help me.

My brain and I both know what's starting this confusion. But I'm not allowing myself and my brain believe that what we know is starting the confusion is really starting the confusion. HAH! Confusing right? Welcome to what's occurring in my noggin, golly.

A few bangs on my door interrupted my babbling argument. "Knock knock."

I looked up from my bed and saw Shanae's head peeking through the crack of the door. She gave me a warming smile. "I'm going out for a bit, do you mind being here alone for a bit?"

The eagerness was blunt in her tone. I gestured my hands in a 'go' motion and she grinned.

"Thanks!" Was the last thing I heard before the front door slammed shut.

Looking back at the TV I gave out a heavy sigh. Now what?

--

Man it's cold out here. I wish I brought a freaking jacket. Hm, no lights are on. Probably sleeping.

Right, so what to do? In order for this all too just stop I need to confront Mr. Problem face to face. And it was either now or never, because I was in the zone now.

I crouched myself behind the tree-bush and squinted my eyes through the thick darkness of night. What I needed right now was a plan.

No lights on and no windows open. There was three cars in the drive way – signaling that all residents where home.

My brain was babbling when a sudden movement caused me to freeze. I slowly turned my head in different directions to see where the sound was coming from. Suddenly, I saw a black shadow come from out of nowhere and began making its way up onto the roof and to Dougie's window.

Either, one, the shadow was a mass murder. Two, Dougie has girls sneak up to his bedroom at night. Or, three, the mystery shadow was in fact Mr. Dougie himself.

I watched the shadow open the window and climb in. Seconds later a light flickered on. The window remained on so I decided, what the hell, and climbed up onto the roof.

Before crawling into the room I crouched underneath the window seal.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I heard the voice whisper in excitement. Footsteps paced back and forth in the room and a continuous 'yes' was said eagerly.

"Okay, okay, how are we going to do this?" The voice whispered to itself. No need to call it the 'voice' because I knew that voice. And it was indeed, Dougie.

I felt something crawling up my leg so I looked down. A nasty, ugly, long legged spider was crawling its way up my leg. My feminine instincts reacted in a way I couldn't control.

"OH MY GOD!" I screeched and kicked my leg around furiously trying to get the evil spider off.

I'm pretty sure it probably looked like I was dancing. My arms were flying everywhere and my legs where moving in rough movements. I saw Dougie's head peek out of the window and looking at me with a confused face as he tried to see who I was.

"What the hell?" His voice choked, "Maycee?"

Before I could hear anything else I found myself falling hard onto the roof and sliding off the edge. It was all so fast that I didn't get to see everything. I just know when I opened my eyes I felt stings rush through my body and bruises beginning to form.

"Ow." I whimpered.

Footsteps immerged next to me; I slowly lifted my eyes open and looked up. Of course, I couldn't see anything. Everything was black.

But then I felt pressure on my face and a cold breeze on my back. Then I realized I had landed face first.

Painfully, I rolled my self onto my back. I rubbed my hands on my face and groaned.

"Jesus, what's wrong with you?" Dougie said with a quiet, embarrassed, whisper.

I put my arms flat on the ground next to me and shook my head, with my eyes still closed.

"I'm bananas."

"That's for sure." He agreed.

With all my might I lifted myself up right and stood up on my feet. The world was spinning, but I started to walk regardless.

"Right, well, see you!" I waved my hand and made my way in a direction that led away from Dougie.

Footsteps sounded quickly behind me and his hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. I bobbed back and forth from the sudden rush.

"Yeah, I wasn't quite stable enough for that."

I heard him heavily breathe out. "Just shut up Maycee." He paused. "What are you doing here?"

I shrugged, "Sleep walking?"

"God. You always have excuses for everything. You can't, just once, admit that you did something because of me."

Angrily, I pulled my wrist out of his hold and crossed my arms to my chest. "What are you talking about?"

Even though it was dark I began to see the outline of his facial features. His face was expressionless.

"Never mind." He sighed out. "Just, go home Maycee."

My heart sunk at his words. They hurt for some reason. I watched him turn and walk away.

"Wait." I whispered. Dougie stopped in his tracks and turned his head over his shoulder.

"What?"

I paused. "Why?"

He turned around fully, but still stood in his place that was 5 feet away from me.

"Why what?"

"Why do you want me to go home?" I said softly.

Dougie lifted his hand and ruffled it through this hair. "Because, there's no reason for you to be here."

My face fell. "Why not?"

"Do you want to be here?" He demanded.

I froze. Did I? Why was I here in the first place? Uh, crap.

"No." I choked out.

He didn't say anything for awhile. Then suddenly he turned and began walking back to his house.