I'm sorry for the long wait. At this point, I don't know if I'm going to keep writing this story or not :( I don't like to disappoint and I don't want to disappoint the people who read this story, but I really don't know what to do. I have been working on this story for a long time now and even with the writer's block I suffered/suffer, I never thought about deleting it. I'll do my best to not disapoint you, but I can promise nothing :(

Thanks to everyone who read last chapter and thanks too for the lovely reviews. They are my motivation.

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Taking a depth breath - a very deep breath -, Amy knocked to the wooden door and then opened it. Laid on the bed was Jeff with his iPod. When he saw her, he turned it off.

- May I come in? - the girl with red hair asked.

- You are in the wrong room - Jeff replied. Taking it as a positive answer, Amy stepped into the male's bedroom.

- No, I'm in the right room - Amy said and then took a seat on Jeff's bed, at his side. - Can we talk?

- I'm not in the mood to talk.

- It was rhetorical question. - The boy with a colourful hair sent her a furious glance, which Amy ignored. - Why don't you speak with Trish?

- Is that a rhetorical question too? - Amy could only being mocking him if she did not know the answer. Didn't she know why he didn't speak with Trish? - I'm not going to speak with the girl who cheated on me.

- You have to talk with Trish. You have to let her to explain herself.

- Trish cheated on me, there is nothing to explain - Jeff replied. He fought with his voice to not raise it. - Randy didn't force her to sleep with him.

- I'm not telling you to take her back. I'm saying you should talk with her because you need to resolve the situation between you two. Trish may have cheated on you, but she still cares about you. She cares a lot about you.

- If she cares about me, she wouldn't have done what she did - Jeff exclaimed getting angrier. - From everyone it could be, it had to be Randy. She could have gone after another guy.

- Everyone does mistakes.

- Would you ever cheat on Matt, Amy? - The girl was opening her mouth to give him a rubbish answer, but Jeff stopped her. - Don't give me any crappy excuse, so I can forgive Trish.

- As I said, I'm not telling you to take her back or to forgive her. I'm only saying that you have to speak with her. You will feel better after it.

If Jeff spoke with Trish, if he let her explain why she got involved with Randy, if he let her excuse her actions, Amy knew everyone would feel a lot better. Not only Jeff would leave his bedroom, but Trish would do the same.

- Trish ruined my life - Jeff, finally, yelled. How could Amy want him to speak with Trish after what she did to him? - I had to leave the team because I can't stand to see his face. I can't be at school without hearing people gossiping about my two horns. - His eyes offered her a furious glance. - Can you get out of my room?

- I was just trying to help - Amy stammered surprised with his reaction. She had never seen Jeff so angry.

- Get out of my bedroom - Jeff yelled again. Without saying another word, Amy left the room and was welcomed by Matt on the hall.

- It seems it didn't work out - Matt commented. He was leaning against the wall. He had heard Jeff yelling with his girlfriend a few seconds before she left the bedroom.

- Don't ask me to speak with him ever again. I think there is nothing more I can do to help him.

- I can't take it anymore - John mumbled under his breathe. He never felt it was so hard to breath in all his life. His exhausted body feel into the cold GYM's wooden floor. All his muscles were hurting - muscles he didn't know he had. Another thing John didn't know was if he would get back to his feet ever again.

John's punishment for missing a game was killing him. James would never miss an opportunity; he would never give him a break. In an hour John has worked out more than in his official basketball practises with his teammates. He really couldn't take it anymore.

- On your feet - James ordered. John rolled his eyes and kept his body where it had landed to a few more seconds of rest. - Cena, on your feet right now!

- Do I really have to? - The question offered him a severe glance from his mentor. If the eyes could kill, John would stand on the floor lifeless. At least, it would be the end of his punishment. John found himself asking if he wanted the eyes to kill or not.

- You have to if you want to keep being part of my team - James advised. He knew he was being harsh, but he was still mad with player's actions. - You let your team down when you missed the game.

- I'm pretty sure I didn't let any of them down - John replied, but James ignored him. It was the better thing to do.

- I want you to prove you want to be part of my team. I want you to prove to me that you deserve to be here.

- I already apologized for missing the game. I had to go a very important place. - More exactly to his coach's daughter Carnival. James wouldn't be happy to have knowledge of it. - If I had known I had to go there the day before the game, I would have advised.

- Enough with the excuses and stand up right now. You have five seconds or I cut you from the team.

- I have classes tomorrow. - John dragged his body until he was on two feet. - And I have to go work tonight.

- You should have thought about it when you missed the game. - A glorious smile was spread all over James' face to John's dismay, who couldn't stop thinking how long it would take to his punishment come to an end.

Stacy was very nervous. He was right about everything he said and she had to apologize for being a little bit of a bitch with him. Well, she had been very bitch with him, but she would never to admit to have acted as one. Never in millions of years, would people, or even herself, put her name and "bitch" in the same sentence. Maybe her enemies would do it, but she didn't have enemies. At least, she thought she didn't have.

- Hey stranger.

- Hey - Stacy replied back. Turning around, the blonde saw John walking to her. The butterflies inside her belly were becoming very familiar to her every time he showed up.

- What are you doing here? - John asked and stood at her side. Last time she had been at his uncle's dinner was because needed to make a call. And the first time she showed up was only to make time pass. This dinner wasn't a place she would come to spend money in food. - Does your boyfriend allow you to walk alone at night? Especially in a place where his arch-enemy uses to show up.

- I came here to speak with you - Stacy explained. She prayed to not start blushing. It would happen, eventually, but not while she was trying to apologize and talking about Randy. Blushing and saying Randy at same time would give a wrong impression. And for the same reason she would eventually blush, butterflies flew inside her belly. She truly didn't want to give the person standing at her front a wrong idea.

- If someone sees you speaking with me, you are going to have problems with Randy. I don't want to be guilty for messing up your relationship.

- I'm not with Randy. I had never been with him - the blonde finally confessed. A confession that should have been done a long time ago. - Well, not since we broke up.

- I never imagined Randy having a friendly date. - His voice was full of sarcasm. It would definitely make to vanish her ideas of blushing.

- As I told you, you don't know Randy as well as you think. - For a while she didn't say another word. It was time to do what she came to do. She crossed her arms over her chest and then looked him in the eyes. - I came here to apologize.

- For what?

- For being a little bit of a... - Stacy stammered. She didn't know how to say it. - well, for acting as a...

- Don't catholic girls know bad words? - he interrupted her. And there was the moment she was waiting for since saw him: she blushed.

- Well, we know them. We just don't use to use them a lot because of the nuns. If they hear us using them, we receive a trip to the detention room.

- Well, you don't have to apologize. If you think you acted as a bitch, I'm going to say you have no idea how is to act as a bitch. - John waited to hear saying goodbye. She already had apologized. And he didn't think she wanted to spend time with him. The words never came from her mouth. - Do you wish something else?

- I only came to apologize. - Stacy was hoping for say something. Something she didn't have courage to tell him. She wasn't the kind of girl to give the first step. Not even when she wanted to do it so badly. - I better get going. I have to get home before dinner or I'm dead.

John watched her leaving. He felt something was left to be unsaid between them. He took a deep breath before calling her name. He was going to embarrass himself. However he needed to know if he had an opportunity.

- Stacy - the blonde turned around to face him -, I'm probably going to embarrass myself and feel like a jerk at the end, but if I never make you a question I'll never know the answer and I have to. Are you free this Friday?

- Aren't you girlfriend going to get mad with you? - questioned Stacy with a smile. And the smile made him felt he wasn't going to feel embarrassed. He didn't make a fool of himself asking her out.

- I'm not dating Kelly. I never dated her. - "And I never will", he thought to himself. As Stacy, he hadn't taken any time to solve the confusion created between them about their relationships. Kelly was simply a friend, nothing more as she wanted. - Randy isn't the only one who has friendly dates. I can have those too. So, are you free tomorrow night or not?

- I have to check my schedule, but I think I'm free. - Stacy walked back to him and extended her hand. - Your cell phone, please.

John took it off from his jacket and handed her his cell phone. The tall blonde saved her cell phone's number on his and then she gave it back to him.

- Two months after meeting you, I finally receive your cell phone number. I never had to wait so long for a cell phone number.

- I don't give my number to every single person I cross street with.

- That's good to know. You know how important is to not talk with strangers and then keep contact with them. Why are you giving it to me now?

- Well, if I'm going out with you, it means we have to meet somewhere. You can't appear at my door house and I don't know where you live.

- I don't think your father can do to me anything worse than he already is doing.

- He may he harsh as coach, but he is even harsher as father. If you want me I can show up at your house

- I call you to tell you the place. - Stacy showing up at his door house wasn't a good idea. How could it not be a good idea? If his father was around when she showed up, everyone would see how awful the idea was. It was better to meet her somewhere far away his father.

- I'll be waiting. - She turned around once again to leave John, but his voice stopped her again.

- It's not a friendly date. - Not even for a moment, when he asked her out, he wanted it to be a friendly date. He wanted it to be something more, a real date.

- I know that - the blonde said with a smile draw on her face. She wasn't expecting any less.

I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. English isn't my first language.

xoxo

Ainat