A/N - I haven't updated in what feels like forever!! That new story Gang Wars totally knocked me off, then the new chapter for TWC. Also, my weekend was really busy and I actually did stuff. I was gone from my house like, the entire day. One more thing; I just got some fake gel nails, so it's like, really hard to type. But they're so cute!! Eep! Man, I say the word "like" too much. But I don't generally talk like that.. I used to live in the ghetto, so ehh.

I must really love school since I'm getting ready for it right now. I just had the surgery yesterday, and I was going to school today. My hand still hurt like a bitch, but the painkillers helped it a bit. I really don't want to see how people are going to react, especially Shane. Everybody should believe that I tripped down the steps. I mean, I am kind of accident prone, right? My mom had disconnected the phone cable last night due to fear of other people calling to ask how I was. She also shut off my internet so I wouldn't be able to go on Facebook or MySpace. Her excuse was that I needed my rest and Nicole could explain to everyone for me. All of that lack of communication would explain why Shane seemed a bit pissed right now.

"Okay, so I hear that my girlfriend fell down the stairs and broke her wrist, yet I couldn't even call her or talk to her in any way at all. Care to explain?" he asks me first thing.

"Man, you don't even ask me how I'm doing."

"Okay, how are you doing? Does it still hurt?"

"I'm doing fine, thank you very much. It only hurts a little bit now," I sarcastically say.

"Look, I was just worried, okay? When I heard from Nicole that you were in the hospital, I nearly had a heart attack. You always end up getting hurt somehow. At least this time, it's not Nate's fault or mine. From now on, you better not run down the stairs."

"Geez, you're starting to sound like my parents or something." I felt a bit guilty since the reason why I got hurt had a lot to do with him and Nate.

"Just try to not hurt yourself anymore. Good thing it was only your wrist."

"Actually, I totally messed up my carpal bones and had surgery. Now there's this metal plate in my hand."

"What!?" He slams on the brakes and I get a bit nauseous. The cars behind us start honking. After a couple seconds, he finally starts driving again. "What did you say about surgery?"

"I'm totally fine now, so don't worry. All I had was a small surgery to fix those bones and insert a plate," I nonchalantly say.

"I didn't think that it was that serious! I just thought that you fractured your wrist or something."

"It's not that serious. I'm fine now, and my doctor said that it'd be healed in a month or so. I can't remove the plate, though." I let out a small sigh.

"So when you die and decompose, there'd be some metal thing on your hand?" he asks.

"Man, you're such a pessimist." I groan.

"Uh, what does that mean?" His curiosity was actually genuine.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God." I felt like hitting my head on something.

"What? It's not my fault that I'm unbelievably stupid."

"It means that you're negative. Man, are you in Remedial English?" I ask.

"Yes, and are you in Honors English?" he asks.

"Yeah, I am. My goodness. You're two years older than me, yet I'm still smarter than you. " I groan again.

"You're so mean," he says.

"Yet I'm still amazingly awesome," I smugly reply.

"What a totally arrogant oxymoron." Shane rolls his eyes.

"My God, that actually sounded smart!"

"Ha, I learned what oxymoron meant last week."

"I learned when I was a sixth grader…"

"You're starting to make me feel bad!"

"Shane, you're sixteen, not five," I point out.

"Oh yeah, five year olds can't drive."

"You're such a ditz." I laugh a bit.

"But I'm your ditz, right?"

"Sure, whatever. I guess I'll see you in Geometry then." We'd already arrived at the school. I'd be missing PE for the next month thanks to my new injury. Until I'm physically able to participate, I have Study Hall. I give him a quick peck on the cheek and get out of his car. I'm almost late to homeroom since it's pretty hard getting books out of your locker with only one useful hand. I could use my cast to help me carry my books, though.

"Hey Nate," I warmly greet as I sit down next to him.

"Nice cast," he mumbles.

"Yeah, blue's my favorite color. I got it while I was still knocked out."

"It's funny how you got yourself injured right after the results of the auditions." He raises an eyebrow at me.

"I was talking to my Spanish teacher about conjugating 'IR' verbs and was late to lunch," I say.

"Those kinds of verbs are easy. Why would you need to ask her about that?"

"I don't really pay attention in Spanish. It doesn't hurt to ask, does it?"

"I guess not," he mutters. "Looks like I'm kissing Christie for the play."

"What's so bad about that?" I ask with genuine curiosity. Christie wasn't bad at all.

"She's not you. That's why it stinks."

I pat his shoulder with my right hand. "Don't worry, everything will be alright," I reassure him.

It soon came time for homeroom to end. I notice Nate walking towards the main office instead of the direction he usually took to get to his next class, whatever that was.

"Nate, isn't your class that way?" I ask. I point behind me.

"I'm taking a different route today," he says and continues walking.

XoLAGOHxO

The phone rings in the middle of my Spanish quiz. My teacher answers it and I put my pencil down when I hear my name. She beckons me over and tells me that I'm needed in Mr. McFall's office. I give her a questioning look and she assures me that I'm not in trouble. I hesitantly get my agenda and she signs it. I begin the long walk to the main office. Why was I needed in the office? I don't get it at all.

When I sit down in front of Mr. McFall, he turns on his laptop. "Jenny, how'd you get that cast?" he asks.

"I was rushing back from Spanish class and slipped down the steps. I really need to work on my balance skills," I say. For added effect, I give a low chuckle.

"So you accidentally fell down, right?" He crosses his arms and leans back in his big chair.

"Of course it was an accident. I wouldn't intentionally injure myself."

"Then please explain this." He turns around his laptop and plays a video. In the video, I was standing between the two flights that separated the two floors. My face looked really hesitant and worried. I let out a small gasp when I see myself slowly climb up the steps and my back hit the door.

And then I'm running down the steps at an incredibly fast rate. When it got to the part where I flew down the steps, it was like everything was in slow motion. How did Mr. McFall even realize what happened? What made him review the video footage on that staircase? How could I be so stupid? Of course there'd be security cameras! That's how they caught Angela and Morgan when they burned down my locker. I wince when my body falls to the floor in a seemingly painful heap.

Mr. McFall closes his laptop and says in a stern voice, "Jenny, that didn't look like an accident."

"Uh.." I stammer.

"I've already made the calls. Until your new psychologist thinks that you're emotionally stable, you are indefinitely suspended from this school."

A/N - Credit goes to prettygal6 for that idea. You're freakishly awesome!