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Chapter Thirteen#What Is This Feeling?#

Sara entered A11 and did a double take when she realised that she wasn't first into the classroom. "Oh, hey Nick."

"Hey Sar." He replied. "Did you talk to Greg or Morgan yesterday?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Why? And how come you're in so early?"

"I'll tell you later."

Sara frowned and sat down. "What's wrong with telling me now?"

"I don't know if I'm right yet. I came in early to try and see if I'm right." Nick explained. Then he held up his hand. "Wait! Listen!"

A faint noise that sounded like laughter came from the end of the corridor.

Nick's eyes lit up. "Get in the cupboard!"

Sara looked at him as if he was crazy. "What?"

"Trust me. Didn't you ever want to be a spy?" Nick grabbed Sara's bag and threw it into a large open cupboard. Then he pulled his sleeve over his hand, clamped his hand over Sara's mouth, and dragged her into the cupboard.

Sara's muffled "Hey!" barely escaped Nick's hand. "Shh!" he whispered. "It's okay, trust me. Watch." He took his hand off her mouth and pointed through the slit in the door.

Greg and Morgan entered the room, hand in hand. "We're early." Greg said in shock.

"I told you." Morgan grinned, holding Greg's hand tightly, before reaching up on tip toes and kissing Greg softly.

Sara and Nick exchanged glances, Sara surprised, Nick grinning.

"I guess you did." Greg shrugged, grinning goofily. "So we could hear people coming, right?"

"Right. We got time." Morgan smiled and kissed Greg again.

Nick held up three fingers and Sara nodded with a smile. "Three." He mouthed.

"Two." Sara mouthed back.

"One!" The mouthed together.

The cupboard doors flew open as they jumped out, shouting "BUSTED!" as loud as they possibly could.

Greg jumped and Morgan screamed as they both blushed bright red.

"Uh...hi...Nick...Sara..." Greg stuttered.

"What are the two of you doing in a cupboard together?" Morgan interrupted.

"Uh uh, no way! You're not turning this on us!" Nick held up his hands.

"Yeah, you're the ones who were snogging in the classroom thinking no one else was here." Sara smirked, before frowning. "Greg, what the hell happened to your face?"

"Well... I had a run in with some people."

"Who?" Sara frowned.

"Shane Casey and some others." Nick nodded. Sara looked at him and he shrugged. "I played basketball with Danny Messer last night. He was Greg's knight in shining armour."

"Hey..." Greg frowned.

"Who did this, Greg?" Sara asked in concern.

"Look, I'd rather just tell it once, so could we wait until everyone else gets here?" Greg pleaded.

"Okay. I'm guessing that this," - Nick pointed to Greg and Morgan- "is part of that story?"

"Yeah." Greg nodded.

Warrick walked through the door first, followed shortly by Ryan, with Archie dragging the rear. When they all arrived, Greg began, looking uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed.

"Okay...the first thing is that I don't want anything to do with Ellen, ever again."

"Why?" Ryan frowned. "She was really hot..."

Greg sighed "...and a total bitch. She set me up...took me to the park. A bunch of other kids were waiting. Shane Casey, Jeffery White, Maxine Valera...Michelle Lee was there as well but she didn't do anything. She ran away. They pushed me over, I made some smart comment. The short version is that I got my bad arm kicked, my bad leg kicked, and my face kicked, not to mention being mocked while it happened. Then Nick's friend, Danny Messer, came up with a baseball bat, chased them off. He took me to the hospital and I was fine, but they still called my mom. So while I was waiting, I talked to Catherine Flynn-"

"Catherine Flynn?" Warrick and Sara asked with very different tones.

Greg held up his hands. "She was coming out of the hospital. She asked me what happened. I told her...well, pretty much everything that happened and how I was feeling. She even gave my mom a bogus story so that she didn't freak as much. And she told me that I should call Morgan. So, I did. I asked her to meet me and basically, now we're going out."

"You and Catherine or you and Morgan?" Warrick frowned.

"Oh, definitely him and Morgan, they were having a secret little kiss in the classroom before they knew Nick and I were here. What I want to know is why you told Catherine Flynn what happened when you obviously don't want everyone to know? She'll have every single detail all around the school by recess, Greg!" Sara put her hands on his hips and Warrick frowned.

"You don't know that." Warrick protested.

"She's a bully, Warrick! She's mean, she spreads rumours, some true and some untrue, she-"

"You just don't like her because she's popular, and you have something against popular people just because you aren't one." Warrick interrupted.

Sara's mouth flew open. "I have nothing against popular people! I just don't like Catherine Flynn and I don't think that Greg should have told her what he did. Don't you remember three weeks ago when she and her friends told everyone that I was a bitch and no one came near me for weeks?"

"Hey, guys, she won't tell anyone and what's done is done, so-"Greg started uncomfortably.

Warrick laughed. "See! Even Greg agrees with me-"

Greg glanced at Sara. "Uh, no, I'm not taking sides..."

"Greg will seriously regret telling Catherine-"

"Guys!" Greg called vainly trying to get them to shut up.

"What is wrong with you, Sara? What the hell is your problem?" Warrick yelled.

"My problem? What the hell is...? My friend just gave the queen of gossip enough fuel to keep her ruling-"

"Ruling? She's not a damn tyrant-"

"Guys, I'm pregnant!"

Everyone turned and looked at Morgan. Greg's mouth popped open.

"Finally, you've both shut up!" she cried. She looked at Greg and rolled her eyes. "I'm not actually pregnant! It was just the first thing that came into my head."

Nick snorted and grinned slightly. Greg looked relieved, Archie smiled and Ryan chuckled softly.

Morgan put her hands on her hips. "Okay, here's how it works. Either Catherine spreads the rumour or Catherine doesn't. If she does, then Sara would be right and Warrick would be wrong. If she doesn't, then vice versa. Whatever happens, we'll just blow it off. Like usual. Got it?"

Meekly everyone nodded.

"Great." Greg clapped his hands. "So who wants to come to the party?"

"I can come!" Sara grinned.

Greg grinned back. "That's awesome! That makes ninety five guests." Everyone stared. "Joking!"

The bell rang and Grissom walked in, doing a double take when he saw Greg's face.

"Greg? Are you alright?" he frowned.

"Uh, yeah I fell off a bus yesterday." Greg grinned sheepishly. "I'm good."

Grissom shook his head. "Watch your step, Greg, or you'll end up being out of school more than you are in it."

Greg nodded. "Okay, I'll try."

Grissom rolled his eyes as the rest of the class filed in. As Catherine walked in she met eyes with Greg and they both nodded slightly.

"Right..." Grissom announced after the register. "You can have your own time this morning – but Sara, could I talk to you for a minute?"

Sara groaned and trudged to the front. Grissom motioned to the corridor and Sara sighed as she left.

"Grissom, I'm sorry about walking out yesterday."

"I'm not angry, Sara. I'm worried. Why?"

Sara blinked. "Why what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Sara. Why did you leave?" Grissom asked, a concerned look on his face. Sara had had the same conversation many times, but she had to admit that she was struck by the look of genuine concern on Grissom's face.

"My...my...friend, Olivia...when I was little her dad hit her. She...she died." Sara hung her head. "It brought back bad memories. I'm sorry, I couldn't talk about it..."

"Okay..." Grissom didn't look convinced. "I'm sorry. But Sara, if you ever need to talk to anyone, I'll be in my office, okay?"

Sara nodded. "Okay..."

Grissom sighed. "Okay, you can go back in."

Sara went straight back into the classroom and quickly sat down next to Morgan just as the bell rang. She rolled her eyes and stood up.

"So, lovebirds, what've you got?" Ryan asked.

"Drama." They responded at the same time.

"Aw, how cute! They speak at the same time." Nick crooned, grinning, and Morgan elbowed him.

"See ya!" she called, dragging Greg away, slowing as he stumbled slightly with his crutch.

"Careful man, she's already got you on a short leash!" Warrick called.

Morgan turned and stuck her tongue out at Warrick. Nick shook his head and left the classroom, making his way to his chemistry class.

As he did, his jaw stiffened. Flanked by Warrick, Sara and Ryan, he scowled at Jeffery White.

"Oh...uh, hi Nick..." the boy stammered, pushing his glasses up on his nose. "How ya doing? You...uh...you wanna-"

Nick snapped, pushing the boy against the wall. "Shut up, and get out of my way." He growled.

The boy dodged past a couple of senior girls, who giggled. "Ooh, someone call MJ, her brother has a temper!"

Nick glowered at the girls before melting back into the crowd. Ryan sighed. "Guess who I sit next to in art now?"

"Who?" Sara asked.

"That bitch Valera." Ryan groaned.

"Well, save punching her face until the teachers go, otherwise you'll get suspended and give them more fuel to piss us off."

Ryan thought about it for a second, before nodding. "Good plan Warrick. Straight away after school?"

"I'm in." Nick nodded.

"Me three." Sara grinned.

"Three?" Warrick frowned.

"Well, Ryan's obviously in, plus Nick that's two." Sara explained.

Warrick snorted. "Sure, count me in."

"See ya, Ryan!" Sara called as he left. He nodded.

Tali looked up as her friends entered the classroom. Sara raced to sit next to her.

"You were right!" she grinned. "Greg's going out with Morgan!"

Tali's eyes bulged excitedly. "What? How?"

Sara explained everything. By the time she had finished, Tali was fuming. "If that bitch tells anyone, I will lock her in a room with Ziva and a paperclip!"

"I know, Catherine-"

Tali frowned. "I was talking about Ellen."

"Oh..." Sara frowned.

"If Catherine tells anyone about what Ellen did, I will settle for slapping her." Tali mused. Sara just shook her head.

"I swear, Warrick thinks-"

Tali held her hand up. "And Warrick is allowed to think what he wants, as are you. Were they seriously kissing?"

Sara grinned. "Uh huh."

Tali smiled. "Aw, that's so cute!"

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Catherine stood outside the school at the end of the day, butterflies in her stomach. And they weren't the only things there. No one knew. Not even Don. But she'd told a freshman she barely knew, and for the life of her she couldn't figure out why. She hoped that if she told no one what happened to him, he wouldn't tell people what she said.

The table began to fill, and a timid voice behind her asked. "Catherine?"

She turned, her fists clenching when she saw Maxine Valera. "What do you want?"

"I...I didn't mean, yesterday... to uh, to kiss Eddie, I mean he came onto me and I'm sorry so-"

Catherine stood up. "I know everything you did yesterday. Stay away from me, you little bitch."

Valera's eyes widened and she scampered off. Catherine tossed her hair over her shoulder as Jess walked over.

"Well, that sorted her out." Jess rolled her eyes.

"She had it coming." Catherine shrugged.

"The way you said everything sounded like there was something else..." Jess stared at her hands.

Catherine shrugged. "Nope. How was basketball, who showed up in the end?"

Jess grinned. "It was awesome! It was me, Don and Tony versus Aiden, Danny and Nick Stokes."

"Nick Stokes?" Catherine asked.

"Yep. Danny's friends with him from baseball. Nice kid, good at basketball."

"Oh, he's in my homeroom. I know he's a nice kid." Catherine grinned.

"Who ya talkin' about?" a newcomer asked.

Jess and Catherine grinned at each other. "Your brother."

MJ rolled her eyes. "Well, you said 'nice kid' so I'm guessing you're talking about Nicky?"

"Yep. Played basketball with him yesterday." Jess nodded. "He's really sweet."

MJ laughed. "Aw, sometimes, I guess."

Catherine looked up and saw Greg Sanders stumble through the school doors with Morgan Brody and smiled slightly. As Greg fell onto the floor he dragged Morgan down with him and as everyone stared they burst out laughing.

Morgan jumped up and held out her hand for Greg, who grimaced melodramatically and let her pull him up. They made their way hand in hand to the gates still laughing at each other. As MJ rolled her eyes at her brother's friends, Greg's eyes met Catherine's. As quick as a flash he mouthed, "Thanks" to Catherine, before grinning at her. She winked.

"What was that about?" Jess frowned.

"What?" Catherine frowned back.

"That little thing with Greg."

"What little thing with Greg?"

Jess rolled her eyes. "Okay, if you don't want to talk about it then fine. I'll find out sometime."

Catherine rolled her own eyes.

"How're my two favourite girls this afternoon?" Don asked, squeezing in between Jess and Catherine, saying "OW!" as they both hit him.

"I'm fine." Catherine smiled.

"I'm good, but Catherine's not telling me something." Jess huffed.

"Get used to it, babe, if she doesn't want you to know, you ain't gonna find out." Don put his arm around Jess, and Catherine suddenly felt a pang of jealousy.

"S'cuse me. I'll meet you in McDonalds, Jess; I need to use the bathroom." She smiled, stepping up and making her way to the nearest bathroom.

Once inside, she splashed water all over her face. Eddie used to put his arm around me like that. She wiped at the tears threatening her eyes as the bell rang. As the corridors outside quietened she gave up and cried quietly above the sink. She didn't hear the door open or the girl walk in softly. She did hear when the toilet flushed, and tried to wipe her eyes as the girl came and washed her hands. She looked as if she was having an internal battle with herself before heading for the door.

She reached for the handle, and then sighed, turning around.

"Are you okay?" Sara Sidle asked.

Catherine looked up and nodded. "Yep. I'm fine."

Sara nodded and went back to the door, before sighing again. "Look, I know we don't necessarily see eye to eye about anything, but for the record I think that what Eddie did was totally out of order." Catherine dropped her eyes back to the sink, and Sara turned to leave. She tugged on the handle. "Oh, you have gotta be kidding me..."

Catherine frowned and watched as Sara struggled pushing and pulling the door. She walked over as Sara kicked the door, and tried to push it open. It didn't budge.

"Hey, let us out!" Catherine yelled.

A boy's voice drifted back. "No way, you little whore! You wanna break up with me? Feel free!"

"Eddie! Let me out! Don't be so stupid!" Catherine cried.

"No way, Cath. You're in there for the night!"

"Hey, it's not just me in here, let us out!" Catherine shouted.

"Sara Sidle? She's a nobody Catherine, so don't play that card. Nobody cares about her apart from a handful of pathetic friends. And even they are happy enough without her so-"

Sara kicked to door with all her might angrily, but it didn't budge.

Behind the door, another boy laughed.

"Told ya she's got a temper, Eddie." Rick Stetler sounded like he was grinning.

"Let us out!" Catherine yelled angrily.

"No can do. I know that you slept with Don Flack, Catherine. You'd sleep with anyone who gave you the time of day!"

"That's not true!" Catherine yelled angrily. "And I have never slept with Don!"

"Face it Catherine, you're just like your mom. A whore. And I bet you'll grow up to be a prostitute too."

Sara's mouth popped open as Catherine blushed bright red. "My mom is not a pro-"

"Save it, Cath, I've been to your house. See ya, slut!" Eddie called.

"Let us out!" Sara yelled, banging on the door.

Catherine slid down against the door and sighed. "It's no use Sara. They won't let us out. Do you have a phone on you?"

"No." Sara said bluntly. "Do you?"

Catherine dejectedly shook her head. "Battery died at lunch."

"So what?" Sara scowled. "We just sit here until the janitor comes round tomorrow morning?"

"What else do think we should do? We can't kick down the doors, they'll be something blocking the other side!" Catherine sighed.

Sara practically growled. "Look, it may not matter to you if you don't get home on time – you don't get beat – shouted at if you're not home on time, your whole family doesn't hate you at the moment so-"

"At least your mom doesn't have a new boyfriend every five minutes and get accused of being a prostitute!" Catherine snapped back. Then she frowned. "Did you say beaten?"

It was Sara's turn to blush. "No."

"But you were going to." Catherine narrowed her eyes. "Sara, do your parents-"

"No!" Sara snapped. "Why do people keep asking me that?"

When Catherine spoke, her tone was soft. "You have bad bruises up your arm, you don't look like you've had enough to eat for months, you left the room during a song about child abuse and you were just about to say you get beaten."

"I wasn't." Sara said just as softly. "The bruises come from my brother, I had the flu, my friend was a victim of child abuse and I wasn't going to say that!"

"Okay." Catherine shook her head. "If you say so."

Suddenly the lights turned off.

"Oh dammit, it's Tuesday!" Sara cursed.

"Why's that a problem?" Catherine frowned.

"It means all of the staff are on the other side of school for a meeting before everyone leaves. No one comes out this way!"

"So we're stuck here all night?" Catherine asked. "Perfect. Just brilliant."

"Of all people..." Sara scowled and retreated to the back of the room, sitting underneath a small window and pulling out her English textbook.

Catherine reached into her own bag and pulled out a science book, working slowly through the problems with nothing else to do.

The two girls sat in stubborn silence for hours as the sun went down, but in the dark Sara began to get slightly skittish. She retreated right back to the corner and hugged her knees to her chest.

Catherine glanced up at her silent companion through her hair before flashing back to the very first day.

"I'll go first." Catherine announced. "Okay. I have 'fear of the dark'. Um...my guess would be..." she stared around the sea of faces. "Uh...Morgan?"

Morgan laughed. "Me? No. Not that it's funny to be afraid of the dark, just that I love the dark. When I lived in LA, I'd go walking after dark every night."

"Damn." Catherine frowned. "Uh... Sara?"

The brunette shrugged and nodded mutely.

"Uh, Sara?" Catherine asked softly. The other girl snapped up her head, looking at Catherine.

"What?"

Catherine bit her lip, wanting to comfort but not patronize the younger girl and not sure how to do it. "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Sara asked hotly.

"Because on the first day you said you were scared of the dark."

Sara stared at the floor. "I'm just perfect. I don't like the dark; I'm trapped in a toilet overnight in school with a girl who ridicules me... I'm having a great day!"

Catherine set her book down and walked over to Sara, sitting about two feet away.

"I'm sorry. About the other week, when I... Look, we'd argued. And I bet you went and bitched to your friends about me afterwards. Trouble is..."

"You had way more people to tell than me." Sara responded defensively. "I get it. You're the girl everybody loves and I'm the nobody."

"That's not true." Catherine shook her head.

Sara looked at Catherine darkly. "Oh really?"

"Really. Look at your friends..."

"What about them?"

"Look, I'm not trying to attack you Sara. I was just making a point. They love you, you can tell. Don't listen to Eddie, they're not pathetic. I've spoken to Nick and Tali...you're not a nobody Sara. You have too many friends for that."

Sara bowed her head. Something in the plumbing gurgled and Sara screamed. Catherine jumped and moved closer to Sara.

"I...I think it was just the plumbing." She whispered, combing her blonde hair out of her eyes with her fingers.

Sara's eyes were wide as her fingernails dug into her skin but when she spoke her voice was soft but tough. "I...look, Catherine I... I wanted to say that..." she swallowed. "Thanks for talking to Greg yesterday."

Catherine frowned, "What?"

"Greg told us about what he told you in the hospital." Sara nodded at the floor. "About what you said he should do. I thought that you would have told everyone how Ellen tricked him... And I think he needed it, so thanks."

Catherine smiled slightly. "No problem. He's a nice guy. He was upset. I know that you think I'm a total bitch but I do have a heart."

"I don't." Sara said quietly.

"What?"

"I don't think you're a total bitch."

Catherine raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

Sara sighed, as if she was about to admit something she really didn't want to. "I don't. I think that you act like it sometimes...but that's just my opinion."

Catherine sighed herself. "I guess I do sometimes. And I'm sorry."

Sara looked up and smiled slightly. "Apology accepted. I'm sorry for being so harsh and judging you before I really talked to you."

Catherine nodded. "It's okay."

The constant pattering of rain was interrupted by a clap of thunder and Sara squeaked again, before laughing humourlessly.

"I normally like thunderstorms."

"Same..." Catherine stared at the ceiling. "This is gonna be a long night." She noticed out of the corner of her eye Sara shivering. "You cold?"

Sara nodded slightly. "Never been too good with the cold."

Catherine moved closer, and Sara grinned hesitantly at her. "Thanks."

A soft tapping made them both jump, clutching at each other.

"If anyone told me this morning that I'd spend my evening huddled up in a girl's toilet hugging Catherine Flynn I would tell them that they were crazy." Sara whispered.

"Ditto." Catherine breathed back.

The tapping noise continued.

"What is that?" Sara asked fearfully.

"I don't know."

The door banged loudly and both girls yelped.

"Who's there?" Sara called bravely as another clap of thunder filled the door.

Two girls screamed bloody murder as the door burst open and a man blocked the sudden flow of light from the door.

PS-This chapter was quite hard to keep in character so sorry for a little OOCness if there was some. :(

PPS-the name of this chapter comes from the song "What Is this Feeling?" from the musical Wicked. If you want to look it up, if not its basically about two girls at uni who can't stand each other. I won't ruin the play for you but anyone whose seen it knows what happens next which is NOT THE SAME but a little similar to what happens here. Just a little bit similar. None of the magic or stuff after uni. Just a little. Tiny, wee bit. Oh, you get the picture!