Okay, so I have a reason why I haven't posted in a week. My computer was lost to a terrible virus. I just now got it back... ten minutes ago. I had written this at school and sent it to myaelf the day they let us on freewebs... but yeah, now it's back and I can go back to posting on a regular basis! yay!

oh, and some of you may have only read the first version of chapter 14, go back, read the end, if you read about converse clad feet, go back. I liked it, but it didn't work. So I changed it and didn't get a chance to say anything before the computer kicked it sorry.

One last thing. For my freewebs site I need your help. Either tell me (in a review) your favorite quote from the story or, if I'm being waaaay to full of myself and nothing in the story is quote worthy, a quote from anything that reminds you of the story. Please, Please, Please, Please, Please!!! I love you all!!!

After a while Kiki managed to pick herself up and made it to the bookstore where Sharpay was supposed to meet her. She ducked her head down to avoid stares and slipped into the restroom, locking the door behind her.

She limped to the mirror and looked at herself. She had a scrape on the side of her face, going from just above her eyebrow to her cheek bone. She got a paper towel and carefully wet it, pressing it to the scrape. She also had a bloody nose and a split lip. She moved the paper towel to clean that up and threw the towel in the trash. Now came the painful… well more painful part. She lifted up her shirt wincing as she rotated her shoulders to pull it over her head. Decorating the pale skin of her torso were the beginnings of many, many, dark painful, bruises. She touched one on her side and winced, sucking in a quick breath.

"Ow." She muttered, pulling her shirt back over her head. It hurt more putting it back on than it did taking it off. She finished cleaning her visible wounds and walked out of the bathroom, hiding until she heard the familiar… Sharpay sounds, High heels, cell phone beeping, her nailing typing on the tiny keypad of her cell phone. She cleared her throat and tried to arrange her hair so the scrape didn't look as bad.

"Hurry up Kiki I have… oh my god." Sharpay looked up and saw her sister's lip, and nose, and the scrape. She walked over and carefully touched the red, raw skin next to her eye.

"It's nothing." Kiki rolled her eyes.

"It's not nothing, what happened?" Sharpay asked.

"I tripped… we were messing around I didn't see the curb. It was just me being stupid." Kiki shrugged, pushing past Sharpay to the car. Sharpay followed, frowning. Kiki wasn't a klutz… though it did make sense that she'd be this upset over tripping, especially in front of other people. Sharpay shrugged it off and got in the car, driving her sister home and watching as Kiki told the same story to their parents.

The next morning Kiki groaned as she sat up, it hurt to move, but she couldn't say anything. She bit her lip and stood up, taking off her pajama top and went to find another, loose fitting, top. She slipped into her sweat pants, wincing as she bent to pull them up. She didn't bother to brush her hair; the idea of reaching up made her entire body, bruised and un-bruised, shake in pain. She just hoped it didn't look as horrible as she thought and headed out the door before anyone could say anything to her.

The scrape was scabbing over, she noted, and it was disgusting. The drive to school she couldn't stop looking at the maroon squiggles on the side of her face. When she got to school she grabbed her hoodie off the seat next to her, hissing in pain as she slipped it over her shoulders and threw the hood over her head. She just needed to get through the day without too many problems.

First she needed to get her books though. She got to her locker, squeaking as she reached to turn the lock.

"Hey Keiko!" Larissa chirped, popping up out of seemingly nowhere. Kiki jumped making a small noise. "Wow… sorry didn't mean to scare you."

"You… You didn't scare me. Don't call me Keiko." Kiki cleared her throat again and fixed her hood, looking away, but it was too late.

"Holy cow, what happened to you?" Larissa asked, grabbing Kiki's arm and turning her. She took in the lip and the scrape, you couldn't tell she'd had a bloody nose, luckily they didn't break it.

"Nothing, just me being klutzy. I was playing basketball and tripped." She shrugged, pulling her arm out of Larissa's grasp.

"Kiki, you can't do that to your lip by tripping." Larissa argued. Kiki just kept walking, ignoring her friend. As soon as she got into the classroom she went to her seat, laying her head down on the cool desktop. It felt good. Today was not going to work, Kiki was tempted to call her mother and beg her to call her out of school.

"Kiki?" She didn't need to look up, she recognized the voice.

"What Rocket man?" She asked, closing her eyes.

"Larissa told me I needed to look at your face." He said, confused.

"Larissa's on drugs." Kiki didn't move.

"Are you okay? You sick or something?" Kiki opened her mouth to correct his sentence, but she didn't even know where to begin.

"Yes. I'm sick, horribly, horribly sick." Kiki decided. "And I'm going to call my mother to call me out so I can go home." She went to pull her phone out of her bag, which was a mistake, she ended up turning her head and he saw the scrape.

"Wow, what happened to you?" Jimmie asked. Kiki didn't look at him as she quickly texted her mom to call her out of class.

"Nothing, I just fell while playing basketball last night." Kiki lied. Her mom texted back saying she called so Kiki stood up and pulled her bag over her shoulder, not thinking about it. The bag banged against her side and she cried out, gaining the attention of everyone in the class.

"Kiki…" Jimmie reached out, lifting her shirt just enough that he could see the bruises. "This happen from basketball too?" He asked angrily.

"Yes." Kiki lied, slapping his hands away and getting back up.

"Don't lie to me." Jimmie followed her out of the room, ignoring Darbus.

"I tripped, it hurt, I moved on." She shrugged, not stopping. She pushed open the front doors, glancing back, frowning when Jimmie followed. " You don't have permission to leave." She commented.

"I don't care, I want to know what happened to you." Jimmie kept walking, getting in the car with her.

"Jimmie! Please just… don't." She looked at him desperately.

"Sorry Keeks, you're my team mate, I don't let things drop when it involves my team mates." Jimmie shrugged. Kiki started driving, she didn't say a word and neither did he. They just sat in silence for a while. Eventually Kiki parked in a parking lot for the old Bowling Alley that had gone bankrupt and no one had wanted to buy.

"Yesterday, on the way to the bookstore… I was jumped." Kiki said, not looking at him, just looking straight ahead.

"You were what?"

"I was jumped. They cornered me, beat me up and ran off. There, that's what happened, you can't tell anyone."

"Who did it?" Jimmie asked, outraged.

"I'm not telling." Kiki shook her head.

"Why the hell not? Kiki if they jumped you… there are punishments."

"Because I don't want to cause a scene, if I go to someone about this then there will be court hearings and all that crap and then, maybe they'll make a rule saying girls can't play on guys teams and I'll be the one that ruined it for everyone." Kiki looked at him. "I can't do it. Besides it doesn't hurt that bad."

"Kiki… you need to go to the doctor, they might have really hurt you." Jimmie sighed, she wasn't going to tell. Kiki nodded.

"I know. I'm going to." She bit her lip. "I hate doctors." She said in a small voice. Jimmie smiled.

"You'll get use to them. On our team you will get hurt." Kiki rolled her eyes.

"Jimmie, you're stupid." She turned the key and went back to driving.

"Kiki… you're getting me in trouble."