So, I know last chapter sort of got cut off mid-sentence, and it's because my dad tried to do some tinkering to make my laptop work better, and ended up moving the finished copy into a stupid little thumb drive thingy. So, here is the finished chapter.

BRYCE AND MCKYNLEIGH TO THE RESCUE!

"You are really out of practice, Sis!" Bryce laughed, as his sister, McKynleigh ran to get the three balls she hadn't been able to hit back over the net. Even though it was a brother/sister match, it was all in good fun. They just loved to be out in the sun, sweating and laughing together.

Tennis had always been there thing. Ever since they were little and took lessons at the YMCA, where 'everyone is a winner,' they had had a blast with it, but they had let off for about a year, after Bryce graduated, to alot for him to go into training and then oversees for his first tour in Afghanistan. He was back for about a month now, and for that, she was grateful. Her skills had been slipping though.

"What the hell is that?" he whispered, motioning for her to drop the balls, as he peered over the small brick enclosure to see the four guys standing outside of a ratty old car, and some loud cursing being exchanged between the four of them. When one of the guys fell to the ground with what seemed like a ton of force, Bryce sat down his racket simultaneously with McKynleigh. They picked up there sweat rags and jogged up the hill to the lot in sync.

When they finally reached their destination, they realized who it was who was doing the bullying and simultaneously rolled their eyes, "Hey Karofsky!" Bryce called and he lost his focus for the slightest fraction of a second, but it was enough for McKynleigh to run to the boy on the groun and wipe the slushie off his face, revealing amazingly acute features. Karofsky's friend, useless without the main source of force, released Cameron and he just stood there as the two of them backed away. McKynleigh stood from her spot beside the barely conscious boy and charged at full-speed toward Karofsky, smacking both him and his friend across the face.

"If you ever mess with them again, I will report you. You might not be able to slushie me, but if you do this again, and will report you and have you expelled." She was staring a hole straight through Karofsky until he and his friend back tracked to their own cars and took off like puppies with their tails between their legs.

After she had scared off the "big dogs," she made her way back to the group that was still clustered around the crappy car, "Sorry about them." she apologized to Cameron, "They think they own the place because they're the big, bad football players. If they pull anything like this with you all, just let one of us know. We have our connections."

"There happen to be a couple perks about being the principal's kid." Bryce laughed, "We've both been in theater club since freshmen year, never been slushied once."

The girl finally redirected her attention to Damian who was still on the ground, bleeding heavily from his nose, "You okay?" she asked, handing him her barely-touched sweat rag. He held it to his face to try to contain the bleeding.

He chuckled and shook his head, as he said, "I've seen better days."

"Well, do you know your name?" she asked, insisting that he lay back down for her to inspect him, as Cameron and Bryce both stood over the two of them, chuckling amongst themselves about how serious she was taking his minor injuries.

"She wants to be a nurse." Bryce admitted, giving something near reasoning for her ridiculous behavior, "She's taken every course, class, and lesson that Washington Heights had to offer. She wants to go oversees and work as a field doctor."

"Can you tell me your name?" she asked, pouring water onto another unused rag and placing it over his forehead.

"Damian McGinty," he answered, not really one to want all of the attention, "and if you don't mind, I need to be getting home. I'm pretty sure that my family will be getting worried."

"And I'm McKynleigh." she said, extending a hand for him to shake, "I think you'll be fine, but I do think that your friend should drive you home today. I have a feeling you're going to be getting queazy eventually and it wouldn't be good if that started to happen while you were behind the wheel. Now, give me your phone." she commanded, holding her hand out. Bryce removed his from his pocket as if he knew the drill too, "I'm going to put my number into your phone, and so will Bryce, for both of you. We should play 2 one 2 some time. Say next week after school?"

It was true that this girl was a bit much to take in all at once, but at least she was friendly. As a result, Cameron shook hands with McKynleigh, saying "You're on." as he helped himself into the driver seat of his car.

As they drove away, Damian happened to look over at Cameron, who was still sitting there with a shocked look on his face, "You, my friend, have been stunned speechless." Cameron gave him a 'look' that told him to leave it, but he just couldn't take it, "You spent your entire high school career at some snobby rich kid school in the north and now you come here to McKinley where there are girls who are ungodly hot. Of course you are going to be a little overwhelmed. Of course I wasn't, because I hale from Ireland, where we are known for golf, violins, and beautiful women, so I was a bit let down when I arrived here." he joked.

That had both of them laughing hysterically for a good period of time, until Cameron said something that set Damian on edge, "Seriously, dude. You have a girlfriend. You should chill with the jokes."

Little did Cameron know, the girl he was pining after, was Lindsay.

Author's Note:

Sorry about the random ending to chapter six. I know this isn't a full chapter, and I promise to not let this happen again!

HOWEVER, thanks to all of my reviewers! Keep 'em coming! 3

~Mags