Once again summer was coming to an end. School was to start in a week. Nothing really changed over the summer. Amber was stuck doing community service most of the time. Oliver and Ashley were still together, but who knows how long that will last. I spent most of my time with Jake, I even went to Florida with his family and Jackson. Other than that I mostly spent my time working. I haven't seen my dad in months. Apparently he changed his name so he could start over. He sent me letters every once and awhile.

Apparently his rehab was almost done and he hasn't drank since the incident. He even told me he started seeing someone. I was happy for him, when he wasn't drunk he was a great dad. I made sure to tell him that. Anyways he never told me about his new name, he said he still wanted me to see him as a new person. He wanted me to see him as a person who changed for the best. I didn't feel like telling my mother that I was still contacting him, I don't want to deal with her flipping out.

I was on my way to Jake's for lunch. Jackson would be there, he slept over last night. Only because Jake's parents are on a cruise for a week. When I got there I knocked on the door no one answered. I tried to open it, but it was locked. I decided to go for the spare key, which was underneath the flower pot. I quietly opened up the door, not wanting to wake them if they were still sleeping. I walked upstairs to Jake's room. I was about to open up the door until I heard noises coming from inside.

"Come on Jake, you got to slide it in now!" Jackson yelled.

"No, I can't! There's not enough room." Jake yelled back.

"Give me your stick!" Jackson demanded.

"No, come on I need to get it past that blob thing." Jake whined.

"Hurry before Lilly comes. She'll want to join us." Jackson said.

"Eh I'm not sure if she's into these kinds of things, but here you go." Jake said.

"Jake, your stick is all wet and warm. You shouldn't get so nervous. "Jackson complained.

"Sorry but it just keeps popping out at me." Jake whined.

"Your right this is hard, I can't get it to slide over." Jackson said.

I tried not to gag as I pictured what was happening.

"Um guys, what are you doing in there?" I asked nervously.

"Oh Lilly good, come in. Maybe you could get Jake's stick to work." Jackson said.

"I'm not sure, I think you'd do a better job." I said quickly.

"No, I can't do it, only you can. "Jackson said.

At this Jackson came and opened the door. There was Jake standing in front of the T.V. playing pacman. He had one of those old fashioned sticks you used, instead of a remote.

"Come on Lilly, Jake can't get past those blobs because his directional stick won't shift over. Those stupid blobs trap him in the corner not giving him enough room. Then to top it off his hands constantly sweat because the blobs make him nervous. Which causes him to have a bad grip on the stick." Jackson sighed. I laughed a bit and agreed to help after explaining what the "blobs" really were.

After another hour of playing pacman we decided to eat.

"Hey aren't we supposed to get our schedules today?" Jake asked Jackson.

"Yeah I think so. I'll go get the mail. "Jackson said getting up.

"No, I will." Jake said also getting up. Jackson smiled.

"I love you. "Jackson said kissing Jake.

"Love you to. "Jake said grinning.

I began to feel nervous, I forgot all about schedules, and Ms. Stewart. Sure I didn't forget about her right away, but I did a pretty good job. I stopped thinking about her constantly but once and awhile she'd cross my mind.

"Hey guys thanks and everything but I gutta run." I said leaving before they got a chance to say goodbye.

I probably drove 70 m.p.h on the way back to my house. I had this weird pain in my stomach. I was even sweating. Since the second I heard about the schedule and actually realized how close school was, I couldn't stop thinking of her.

I pulled into my driveway and dashed out of the car. I ran over to my mailbox. Garbage, bills, more garbage, dad's letter, here we go school letter. I quickly tore open the envelope, I scanned down reading my classes and teachers. Ms. Stewart wasn't on it. I frowned and closed back up the envelope. I guess I always had basketball season.

I slowly made my way inside, feeling a bit depressed. I quickly hid my dad's letter in my jacket pocket. As I went into the living I saw my mom on the phone. She looked serious. A couple of seconds later she hung up and faced me.

"They think they have a lead on Timmy's killer." She whispered. I dropped the mail I had in my hand. No, it couldn't be.

"What?" I asked weakly.

"Well they've been investigating his murder for awhile." She said trying to act casual.

"What?" I asked anger rising in my voice. "You never told me this. How long?"

"A good two years now. "She said quietly.

"And you didn't think to tell me?" I yelled. I started for my room.

"You dropped this." She said handing me an envelope. I went to grab it but she quickly pulled away. She read the front of the envelope.

"Why are you in contact with your father?" She asked.

"Because I can." I answered sharply snatching away the envelope.

The rest of the week went by incredibly fast, bringing school. The same boring routine happened, like on any first day. Every teacher went over their classroom routines. We were called down to the auditorium for an assembly. They had told us not to slack off just because we were seniors. Then afterwards a bunch of things about college. I looked around for Ms. Stewart but she wasn't there. After the assembly I went to my locker to get what I needed. I felt a tap on my back, it was Ms. Stewart.

"Hey." I said smiling.

"How was your summer? " She asked.

"Pretty good, I went to Florida and worked mostly. "I answered standing up. "How was yours?"

"Good, just stayed around town mostly. I've been taking care of my father." She said frowning a bit.

"Oh I'm sorry." I said.

"No, it's fine. "She said smiling a bit.

"You know it's not the same without you as a teacher." I said deciding to change the subject.

"I know I miss seeing you everyday. Who's your teacher now? "She asked.

"Mr. Harris, I hate him." I said noticing a strange look coming from Ms. Stewart.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. "She said smiling a little. "Well if you need help you can always ask me, I can't have you flunking when it comes to basketball season."

"Don't worry, I'll try." I said.

"Well I'm going to get going. I'll see you later." She said walking away. I watched her walk away and decided to head home.

As I walked out of school, I saw Ms. Stewart in the faculty parking lot. I saw her with a man. I grew curious, and walked closer. I felt my heart drop as I watched her kiss him. But the next thing I noticed was even worse. She was kissing my father.

Sorry for not updating sooner, I've just been really busy. Once again thanks for all the reviews. A lot of things happened in this chapter, some good and some bad. I combined this chapter with another. Well anyways hope you liked it, so review and let me know.