A/N: Hey guys! Sorry, for the late update school has been so hard on me. Anyway, I know my chapters written for "Blackstar" are usually longer than this, but since school gets in my way so much I decided to do shorter chapters like these until the work load die down. It will just make it easier for me to update. Hopefully, I will update some of my other stories tonight. I hope you enjoy! I rewrote this like three times btw. Enjoy!

"Live for the moments, you can't put into words..."

The lights in the huge Gym suddenly flickered on.

"Roxy I-" Jake started to say but stopped talking immediately realizing she was missing. The only thing next to him was her open purple Jansport backpack that seemed to be empty; just a few notebooks, a pencil bag, five bucks, a school I.D. and eyeliner lying around, inside it.

'Oh no…if she's not sitting here that means….'

Jake whipped his head around in panic, searching the Gym for the blonde girl. That's when he spotted her out on the smooth floor fighting Black Warrior's twice her size, dressed as Blackstar. Many of the cheerleaders were sprawled out on the floor, some unconscious or groaning in pain. By the looks of it the cheerleaders must have been beaten up by the Warriors when the Gym had gone completely dark.

The brunette had the sudden urge to get up and fight alongside Roxy. He heavily sighed though in disappointment, his green eyes starring sadly at the cast wrapped around his left leg and the crunches lying to his side. Roxy would have to fight this battle on her own and save his life once again. Jake felt guilty by this fact though. His whole life Roxy was more of a 'man' than he was and probably will ever be. She always took his fights; she always took the whip even though she wasn't the one who intentionally broke the rules. As all the times of the blonde girl saving his butt, is being counted in his head, Jake realizes some things need to change.

He needs to change…for Roxy…for himself.

Jake then whipped his head to the side seeing Milton, Eddie, and Jerry sitting on the bleachers there skin as snow as white and their faces more terrified than ever. Jack though seemed to be thinking really hard about something; by the way his eyes watched Roxy flip an unknown Black Warrior on top of another warrior. With one quick movement the brunette swiftly stood up throwing off his purple V-neck, revealing himself in a tight black undershirt, where you could see the thin lines of fabric outlining his six-pack. He clenched his fists and walked past Jake, down the bleachers.

Jake knew he should've stopped the black-belt from going down onto the floor. He decide against it though figuring if Jack could beat twenty Black Warriors up before, why can't he do it now?

The brunette sighed before flipping out an old iPhone, Milton decided to lend him and generously pay for him until he finds a job. Jake already knowing it would probably be a bad idea to call the cops dialed '911' on the screen and put the phone to his ear figuring they may be able to help. Usually, Roxy and him never call the cops in any situations with the Black Warriors, just because when the cops come usually media comes right away and they don't need there life "problems" to be exposed in anyway. The exposure would just 'cause more problems than they already have. After about five minutes and countless eye rolls by Jake hearing the dial tone ring in his ear several times the line finally picked up. Being irritated enough by waiting for them to pick up he didn't give the other line a chance to speak.

"Hello, this is Jake Stone right now a group of gang members known as the "Black Warriors" are attacking Seaford High School."

"Yes, Jake I know I am the one who ordered them too. So, is your little girl toy having fun yet or should I send in more of my many Warriors?" A dark, scruffy voice spoke on the other side of the line.

Jake's green eyes widened in, disbelief. "Did…did I dial '911' the wrong way or something did…the police change their number?" Jake asked in hope that maybe he actually dialed the number wrong, in this moment.

The brunette though froze feeling his body tense up in shock and horror by the next words that came from the other line.

"Oh…no, no, no Jake you dialed it completely right, the "actual" cops of San Jose just don't run this station anymore…" The scruffy voice answered darkly.

The line went dead.

The phone slipped from Jake's hands as he went into a state of panic his green eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. He could feel the presence of Milton in front of his face screaming at him with incoherent words, something about the iPhone's screen being shattered in pieces. The brunette though could no longer comprehend what Milton was yelling at him about or what anyone else was doing. His head was completely blank only two words running through his mind.

'Oh shit'

A/N: Hope you liked it!=) Don't forget to review!;)

Shine Always, JJ