A/N: Thanks for the reviews. In case you haven't figured it out this story is going to be longer and more epic, because it's the one I've been building to. It's like the seventh Harry Potter.

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Tybalt: Romeo the hate I bear thee can afford no better term than this. Thou art a villain.
Romeo: Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage. To such a greeting: villain I am none; therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.

- Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene I

Carmen stood quietly in the hallway looking at old pictures of the sports teams.

"Hey," Cal said, stopping seeing her.

"Hey," she said softly.

"I'm further down the hall," he said. She looked at him. "That just sounded weird, it was supposed to be smooth." She smiled. "Who are you looking at?"

"My dad," she said and pointed to Luis Mendoza.

"Oh," he said. "He was in my mom's grade." She looked at him.

"Was she one of them?" She asked, pointing to the two girls in the picture.

"No, uh the blonde there is my Aunt Julie, Elisa's mom," he said. "And the brunette is Connie Moreau. She's Coach Conway's wife."

"Oh," she said and looked at him. "Where are you going?"

"Hockey practice," he said. "Want to watch?"

"I'm not really into hockey," she said. "My dad's tried to get me into it for years. I'm more of a warm weather girl."

"So you left Miami to go to school in Minneapolis?" He teased. "That makes perfect sense." She laughed.

"My parents both went to school up here," she explained.

"Your mom went here too?" He asked.

"No, she went to Blake," she shrugged. "I got into both, plus this all girl's Catholic school at home, but I decided to come here. Your mom went here?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Your dad?" She asked.

"Nope," he shook his head. "My dad actually kind of hates everything about this place. Not unlike my sister." She laughed.

"So if your sister hates it here so much," she said. "Why is she here?"

"Because Anne loves to be unhappy," he shrugged. "Plus she knew I really wanted to come here and we didn't want to be apart."

"That's sort of sweet," she said. "Can you two like read each other's minds and stuff?" Cal laughed.

"No," he said. "I think that's only identical twins," she laughed. "I can usually tell what she's going to do next. Even if I'm the only person who can."

"You were really good in class today," Carmen said. "You're actually pretty talented. You know, for a pretty boy jock Abercrombie model."

"That means a lot from the girl in the black turtleneck," he grinned. She smiled. "Look, the women in my family like to butt into my life, well, everyone's lives really, and if they've said anything to you."

"Trina said you like me," she shrugged. "Other than that they've just offered to take me shopping. I'm not sure why." He laughed. "What?"

"The turtle necks," he said. She grabbed her neck. "And the scarves, and the leggings. I think the whole Brooklyn hipster bohemian look is adorable on you. But they," he laughed. "They know what they're talking about too. I mean, my mom and my Aunt Kelly run a pretty successful clothing line, and Elisa's step grandpa is an agent in Hollywood and her Uncle's girlfriend is Denise Ramsey."

"The singer?" Carmen said. Cal nodded. "Whoa."

"Yeah," he said. "Big whoa."

"So they want to make me over to what? Be suitable for you?" She said. "Is this a comedy of manners?"

"If that helps your little dramatic head wrap around it," he laughed. "Then yeah. But mostly they're just busybodies."

"So you don't have a problem with how I dress?" She stepped closer to him.

"No," he shook his head. "I don't. It's kind of why I noticed you in class that day." He pushed her hair off of her face. She smiled. "I wouldn't mind seeing a different side of you though. Maybe softer, a little less intense," she swallowed and looked up at him.

"Are you going to kiss me?" She asked. He smiled and lifted her chin.

"Not right now," he said. "But be on the look out." He stepped away from her. "Hey, we're all going to watch the football game against Blake tonight. It's usually a blood bath, but the party after should be pretty fun. You should come."

"Uh, sure," she nodded. "That sounds fun."

"Surprise," Anne said, bouncing up to Kevin's locker with a red a white decorated shoe box.

"What is that?" He said.

"Spirit cookies," she smiled. "I made them. Go Ducks beat the Bears!" She said.

"I'm confused," he said. "You baked things?" She nodded. "In support of a school affiliated athletic activity?"

"In support of you," she said. "And they're just slice and bakes." He laughed and kissed her.

"That was very nice of you," he said. "I'm just surprised."

"Well, it's your senior year," she shrugged, "I figure we should do some normal couple things. And all of the other girls with boyfriends on sports teams bake them things before big games."

"That they do," he said. "But those couples also don't normally do what we do after those games. So, do the cookies cancel that out?"

"Of course not," she said and kissed him. "I mean, I only put like twenty minutes of work into those. It's not like Bella who made Gordon two dozen home made cupcakes. There's no way he's getting laid."

"I prefer your way over mine when it comes to this," he grinned. She laughed and looked down. "You OK?"

"Of course," she said. "Make me proud tonight, OK?" They kissed a little bit longer. "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled.

"Hey," Hunter said walking up to Elisa in the library. She looked up at him and closed her notebook and stood up. "Elisa," he said and followed her. "Come on. It's been weeks since we really talked. Why are you ignoring me?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I guess it's not a very nice thing for me to do, huh?" She crossed her arms and looked at him. He looked down.

"Trina told you about that?" He said. She nodded. "Elisa it's not like," she looked at him. "I can't change how I feel about Anne, and you deserve better than being someone's second choice."

"Don't you think that's up to me?" She asked. He looked at her. "I don't care how you feel about Anne, I care how you feel about me."

"We're friends," he said. "Right?" She nodded.

"But that's it?" She said. "Just friends? You've never thought that maybe there's something else here?"

"No," he said. "You had Eddie and," he looked down. "I don't know, I just kind of filed it away."

"Well, find the file," she said. "And then maybe we'll talk about it." She hugged him. "I really care about you, Hunter. And I know your life kind of sucks right now, and I want to be here for you." She nuzzled her face into his shoulder and he smelled her hair. "I want you. What do you want?"

"I'm no good for you," he said. She looked at him. "I'll fuck everything up and hurt you." He let her go and walked away.

Gordon locked his door behind him on his way out to the filed house to get ready for the game. He smiled seeing the note on his dry erase board.

I'll be cheering for you! Make me proud! – B

He walked down the hallway.

"We need to talk," Eddie walked up to him.

"Hi Cole," Gordon grinned. "How's it going? It's been a while, like two years to my count."

"Cute," Eddie nodded. "Look, Conway, I don't like you."

"Yeah, I'm shocked," Gordon nodded. "But somehow I don't care. Is this going to take long, I've got a game to get to and a girlfriend to impress." Eddie shoved him against the wall. "Yeah, I figured that's what this was about."

"You should stay away from her." Eddie growled.

"Can't promise she'd stay away from me," Gordon said and shoved the other guy away. "Look, you screwed up, and you lost her." He looked at him. "You can do whatever you want to me, I don't care. But Bella's with me now and you better start dealing with that."

"You're not going to tell me to stay away?" Eddie said. Gordon smiled.

"Nope," he shrugged. "I trust Bella. She's not the one who cheated." Eddie looked at him.

"You're taking a risk," Eddie said.

"Give it your best shot," Gordon laughed. "See you around."

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