A/N - Sorry for the late update! Major busy weekend. Remember to cast your votes for nominees in Starsnuffers' and Pyrolyn-776's Camp Rock awards. Vote for the Underdogs. That means no Devilpup, Scarlettblush, Starsnuffers, or Pyrolyn-776. We all know just how amazingly awesome they are, m'kay?

Do me a favor and go read Video Girl by LowBreeze. I love that story, but I haven't had much time to catch up since it's so long. LowBreeze obviously works extremely hard, and she even mentioned in chapter 33 (I was looking at reviews) that other stories on CR with roughly the same amount of chapters has less word count than she does by the thousands. Was she referring to me? Because both our stories came out at roughly the same time, hers before mine by three days, but she obviously works so much harder than I do.

After nearly two hours, Nicole and I finished our Biology homework. It wasn't that hard, really, but I've discovered that having a concussion, plus dizziness and nausea, will make you work extremely slow. I'm lucky to have an awesome friend who will deal with my shit. All she said was, "You have a concussion, it's totally reasonable." So after she went home, I just lied there for about ten minutes, and then the phone rang.

"Hello?" I groggily answer it. The ringing hurts my head.

"Hey, uh, Jenny, we kind of have a small problem," I hear Jason say on the other end.

"What's the problem?"

"Shane refuses to come see you since Nate's going. He blames the entire accident on Nate." I immediately sit up at this. How could Shane blame the entire thing on Nate? It wasn't his fault at all! I grab my head from the sudden movement.

"I'm in no condition to convince him otherwise. Can Nate come over then?"

"He doesn't want to come over, either. He thinks that you hate him." I could almost sense Jason shrugging on the other end of the line.

"Well, tell him that I don't hate either of them. Why would they even assume that?"

"Oh, maybe it's because one kid punched your face in and the other gave you a concussion."

"That's no reason to really hate someone," I say. Then again, the way he worded it made it seem like they were easily hateable. I know, that's not a word. Sue me.

"Yeah, if any guy did that to me, I'd definitely give them a temporary restraining order."

"Oh my God, that's what Nicole said!" I laugh out loud. "No wonder why you guys are dating. But now I'm alone in the house with Mom and Gina, and I need some social contact. Nicole went back home."

"Sorry, I can't come over. Nicole and I are going out on a date. What was it again? Oh yeah, Olive Garden." My face immediately drops at this. I was just enjoying his company, too. Jason was the only Grey brother who wasn't hurting me in any way. "I'm really sorry."

"I guess I'll just sleep then. You know what, I don't feel like going to school tomorrow or Friday. My brain seriously hurts," I joke. "Can you come over tomorrow then?"

"We'll have to see about that, Jenny. I'll definitely try my best. We have a game on Friday, and Shane's going back to practice tomorrow. Try your best to make it," he says before hanging up. He didn't even say bye. I guess I'll just try falling asleep on the couch.

XoLAGOHxO

I immediately open my eyes from my small nap when I hear the doorbell ringing. Gina quickly runs down to open it.

"Eric?!" she enthusiastically asks as she opens the door. Her smile immediately turns into a frown. "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Jenny's friend Nate. Can I see her?" he asks her. Gina crosses her arms.

"Sorry, but due to some brothers, she's not physically able to walk, talk or eat," she lies. "Did I mention bathe, yet?"

"Gina! Go back to your room!" I yell at her. Man, that girl can be a serious bitch sometimes. I thought that Nate wouldn't be coming over. What happened? He awkwardly walks in before closing the door. His hands immediately go back into his the pockets of his skinny jeans.

"Hey, are you, uh, alright?" he asks, looking at a picture on the wall. It was my school picture from first grade. To tell you the truth, it was the only good one.

"Yeah, I'm pretty fine," I tell him. He gives me a confused look.

"So that means that you don't have a headache?"

"Actually, I have a headache, nausea, dizziness and a small case of amnesia," I admit. None of these things were a big deal to me. It's all temporary. Besides, throwing up isn't really that bad. No, I'm not telling girls to become bulimic. Seriously, don't become bulimic!

"I don't get how you can say you're fine if you're going through that," he says as he sits on the unoccupied end of the floral couch. My parents and flowers.. Seriously.

"Well, it's all temporary. And so is the concussion," I add in.

"You have a concussion, too?"

"Good thing it's only a slight one. It took me nearly two hours to get the Biology homework done with Nicole. I think I'll be missing some school, too. Gives me an excuse to just lay back and relax." I'm happy to be missing some school. Now that I think about it, I really could use the R&R.

"Aren't you mad at me?" he asks. "You should be mad at me. Why are you just laying there acting like nothing ever happened? Do you think that's gonna change anything in the past? Well, guess what? It's not going to, ever. Just quit acting like everything's fine when it really isn't!"

"I'm just trying to stay positive here," I try to defend myself.

"You're just making everything worse. Look, if you're hurt, tell me. Don't go around faking that you're perfectly fine, because you're not."

"Well, compared to you guys, I'm much better off. I'm lucky enough to have my parents home most of the time. Unlike Shane and Jason, I didn't really have my innocence stolen from me." Nate winced at that. "And I'm happy with the amazing friends that I have. All four of them."

"Well, two of them are pretty crappy friends," he grumbles. I sit up and put my hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

"And they have time to redeem themselves." It felt so good to see Nate start to smile again.

"Come to the game on Friday," he says. "Your crappy friends will redeem themselves then."

"I can't wait."

XoLAGOHxO

You know, after two days, a girl can seriously feel better. I wasn't dizzy anymore, my concentration's been getting better, and I've been staying home resting while attempting the homework I printed out online. And as I'm trying to brush my wet hair and slip on my new graffiti Chucks, I couldn't help but seriously smile. The bruise is starting to die down a little bit, and the make-up that Jason dropped off yesterday covers it perfectly.

"Hurry up, we have to walk, and we're gonna be late if you take any longer!" Nicole whines.

"Complaining will only make me go slower," I say in a sing-song voice as I bend over to shake any extra water from my hair. Yes, I can shake my head without having it be in pain.

"So what was that again about redeeming themselves?"

"Nate said that he and Shane would make up for sending me to the hospital by doing something at the game. My biggest guess is winning," I shrug before grabbing one of my hoodies and walking out the door.

"Yeah, just winning a game. Green Oak's known for an awesome team. It's gotta be something bigger," she reasons. We were already walking towards the school.

"I've always hated that name, Green Oak. It sounds so.. Artificial," I say before shivering for added effect.

"What do you mean by artificial?"

"Have you ever heard of an oak tree that's green. Sure, red oak is natural, but green oak is so, yikes." We both start laughing at this. Wow, I say weird things sometimes.

Throughout the entire walk, we try coming up with things that the boys could possibly be planning. I was still sticking to my idea of a total blowout victory. But Nicole just came up with the most ridiculous outcomes.

"Maybe they'll sing to you!"

"Maybe they'll dress up as chickens!"

"Or how about shaving their gorgeous hair!"

Okay, the last one would definitely make me laugh. That was the most absurd one because Shane never lets anyone touch his hair. But if only Shane just cut off one lock.. If only.

We were nearing the school now. "So, who are we playing against?" I ask Nicole.

"I think it's Lakewood, but they're not really that good. Like, their mascot's the bull dogs. We're the tigers!" She pumps up her arms and yells, "I've got tiger pride!" I laugh at her all the way to the bleachers. The marching band was performing, but I was paying more attention to the color guard.

"Wait, don't these guys usually perform during half time?" I ask no one in particular.

"I heard something else was planned for half time," I hear Kate say from behind me. I turn around and see that Dave was right next to her.

"I've got a rough feeling I know what it is," Nicole slightly mumbles to herself.

"What was that?" Dave asks.

"Oh, nothing. Just go back to watching the amazing Green Oak marchers!" Nicole cheers. They both give her a funny look before they start making out. I look away and try to block out their PDA. It's the acronym for Public Display of Affection.

"You know what? Let's go find better seats," I say before dragging Nicole with me closer to the field. We were more centered now and had a much better view of the game, even if it meant being a bit more squished.

"Eep! I see Jason! He's number 13!" she squeals. "Okay, I know, that's not a lucky number, but oh my God, he looks so hot when he's stretching!"

"Ah, the perks of being single," I muse. She jabs her elbow in my side.

"Hey, the game's about to start."

"And I'm not gonna pay attention," I say before bringing my attention to the score board. Okay, I was actually looking at the game, if only a little bit. After the first half, Lakewood was losing by nearly ten points. No surprise there. Then I see some people from stage crew come out onto the field with microphones and a keyboard. This got people really curious, which I could tell from all the whispers. A person adjusts one of the mic stands next to the keyboard as they set it up. Okay, this is really making me wonder.

I hear whooping and clapping and try looking around to see what the big deal was. That's when I see Nate and Shane in their uniforms running towards the musical equipment. Nate sits down by the keyboard as Shane grabs a mic. Oh God, do I want to see what's gonna happen?

"Sorry that this isn't the marching band, but we owe one of our friends a serious apology," Shane says into the mic. "And we thought, why not showcase our hidden talents?" Nate continues. Then Shane starts singing.

The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting

Could it be that we have been this way before?

I know you don't think that I am trying

I know you're wearing thin down to the core

He was singing Fall For You! But then Nate sings the chorus.

But hold your breath

Because tonight will be the night

That I will fall for you over again

Don't make me change my mind

Or I won't live to see another day

I swear it's true

Because a girl like you is impossible to find

You're impossible to find

I'm so happy that they picked this song. In some ways, it was somewhat me and Shane's song. Our song. I can't help but feel giddy when I think about it that way. They finish two minutes later. I'm not sure if they injured their tough rep, or if they're thought of as sweet and sensitive guys. I think it was the latter since most people were cheering while others were in shock. I was one of the shocked ones.

"Jenny, was that song for you?" Nicole asks me over the loud applause.

"Shane and I danced to that song," I tell her. "And he sang it to me while we danced."

"Psh, and I thought Jason was the sap."

Man, thanks to my jackass of a brother, my mom's threatening to like, ban me from the computer and not write this story. He's just so obsessed with watching pointless YouTube vids that he never lets me write anything. Blame him for the late updates! This would've been up so much earlier if it weren't for him.

I don't deserve all the reviews, but I love them anyways! My record for a chapter is 30, and even if I don't deserve all of the reviews, let's try breaking it!