Disclaimer: I don't own She's the Man. Only the characters I have created.

Hey... this chapter is my make-up chapter because I promised a lot of things from the last chapter but even with almost 4000words, I didn't cover everything. So, this chapter will include every I didn't in the last chapter. Some of you might be confused. It's near the end of the year. Well enjoy... I had fun writing that chapter14. Long but my, I couldn't stop! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.

Viola woke up the next morning on Saturday feeling quite confused. It was as if she had a horrible yet wonderful dream. Her dream was she had made out with Duke in front of a whole crowd. As Viola walked along campus, a few people just stared. Viola hurried back to her own dorm wondering what was wrong. Then it hit her. What had happened wasn't a dream. Now Viola was scared. She was confused. Nothing made sense. Now her whole life just came tumbling down and she didn't even know why.

Duke woke up quite unsure as well. Justin kept quiet about the previous night and Duke was grateful for that. He really wasn't in a talking mood. He decided to head outside and play some soccer. It was just his luck that he ran into Abigail. She opened her mouth to say something but Duke beat her to it.

"Don't wanna talk Abigail." Abigail wasn't going let him get away so quickly. As Duke sped off she chased after him. Except it was hard to run in her straight short skirt and stilleto heels. She gave up and gave out a half sigh and half scream of fustration. Duke got away and started shooting goals. He practiced dribbling. He practiced about everything he knew before he fell to the ground in exhaustion. He sat there panting, thinking hard.

Viola stayed inside her dorm all day. She wasn't hungry or thristy and she didn't feel like dealing with anyone. She just kinda hung out. Alicia was gone the whole day. She left in the morning just as Viola came in again after leaving. It was only seven when she came back but Viola was fast asleep. All Viola did that day was talk on the phone to Sebastian, Olivia, Kia, Yvonne and Paul. She didn't really talk. She basically listened to what was going on and occasionally answered a question or two. Most people would have thought the day was peaceful for the two. Duke playing soccer and reading sports magazine and Viola just talking or rather listening on the phone. If only people knew what was going on in their heads.

Viola woke up Sunday feeling hungry. After not eating or drinking anything on yesterday she was starved and not to mention thristy. She grabbed a bite to eat and as she took a walk around, she ran into someone she did not want to see. It was the and the only Abigail.

"Hey," Viola said. She wanted to escape. She wanted to head off but Abigail blocked her.

"We need to talk." Abigail's arms were crossed and her perfectly glossed lips were pursed tightly to together.

"Talk about what? What's there to talk about?" Viola was speaking quickly.

"Oh shut the hell up. You know exactly what we need to talk about." Abigail wasn't happy and was getting less happier by the second.

"How can I talk if you just asked me- so politely by the way- to shut up?" Viola asked innocently.

"Oh give me a break! What the hell happened last night?"

"Nothing happened last night except for I went to a party I was invited to unlike some gatecrashers." Viola watched the color in Abigail's face drain.

"That's not all."

"We had a good time and played games that we did back in like middle and high school."

"Wow! The dumb bitch is finally getting close to the actual subject." Viola looked hurt but Abigail could only toss her hair back.

"Well then. Tell me exactly why we're here!" Viola honestly didn't know what Abigail's problem was.

"We're here to talk about what the hell you were doing with Duke last night." Viola knew she was referring to the party last night and the whole kiss thing. But Viola decided to pretend she had no idea.

"Duke who?" Abigail was clearly not amused. She couldn't take it anymore. With all her might she slapped Viola across the face. Viola's face turned from the force and didn't even scream because she was so shocked.

"Don't play games with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"W-we were just p-p-playing a g-game!" Viola's voice was shaky.

"Sure! They said ten seconds not ten hours!"

"Why do you care so much anyways?"

"Why do I care so much? Why do I care so much?" Abigail was screaming at Viola now. "Because you are some dirty, rotten, little, man-stealing bitch! Duke Orsino is not your's!"

"Of course he isn't! We broke up! And it's not like I stole him from you! We were playing a game and he was never your's!" Abigail's face flooded with red. She slapped Viola again who had just recovered from the last one. Then again. She must've slapped Viola five times before speaking again.

"If you broke up, why can you so easily make out with him? What makes you so special? What is your problem? I mean why can't you just leave Duke alone to like someone else like me and get over it!"

"Someone like you? Why would Duke want someone like you?"

"Because!"

"See, you don't even know why! Do you want him so you can brag about him to all your friends? Do you want him just so you can rub it in my face that I've lost someone I really cared about? WHY DO YOU WANT HIM SO MUCH?" Viola was near tears now. She didn't understand why Abigail was like this. Viola simply shared a kiss with Duke last night.

"You think you're so great, don't you! You think that you can get any guy that you want to! YOU THINK THAT EVEN THOUGH YOU BROKE UP WITH DUKE, AND HATE HIM, YOU CAN STILL MAKE OUT WITH HIM WHEN HE'S CLEARLY INTERESTED IN ME JUST TO TORTURE ME!" Viola's jaw dropped.

"Duke into you? As if. I see the look in his eyes when he's around you. It's always the same "Get me away from her" look. What makes you think Duke is interested in you? What makes you think he's your's? Face the truth Abigail. Duke Orsino is not your's and he never will be." Viola turned to walk off but Abigail grabbed her by the wrist. Viola winced from the pain.

Abigail shouted, "BITCH!" and slapped her with such force, Viola put her hand up to her cheek afterwards. Abigail punched her in the stomach and pulled her hair. Viola fell to the ground in pain but that didn't stop Abigail. She kicked Viola in the stomach over and over again. Viola didn't scream, she only groaned it hurt so much. "Don't ever say that Duke Orsino won't be mine. Because he will, no matter what it takes. Remember that. And also remember that he is not your's, bitch.
Abigail walked off leaving Viola there in pain.

As soon as soon as Abigail was out of sight. Viola got up. It was painful but she had to get to the bathroom. Viola ran into a girl's toilet and entered a cubicle. From all that kicking, Viola's breakfast just couldn't stay in her stomach. It all came back up. When she was done and her stomach was empty, she flushed the toilet, put down the lid and sat on it. Tears rolled down her cheeks and soon she was sobbing. She cried and cried until she had no more tears inside of her. She walked out. She saw her face. It was red and swollen from Abigail's hard, hard slaps. There was also a bruise forming on wrist. Viola lifted her shirt to see her stomach covered in what would be black and blue bruises the next day. When she saw herself, new tears rolled down her cheeks. She ran back to her dorm, pushing past people.

The people around her looked at her as she ran past. Her face was stained with tears and new tears were constantly dripping. One of the people she pushed past was Justin. Justin saw her swollen face and eyes and knew that her swollen face was not from crying. He spotted a bruise on her wrist as she quickly sped away and knew that someone had done it to her. He also knew she would also have more bruises on her body. He also had a very good idea who did it.

Viola stayed in bed for the rest of the day. She stayed curled up in her warm bed. She was so shocked and scared that all she could do was whimper and cry from the pain and sadness. When she finally fell asleep, she had a terrible nightmare. It was of her encounter with Abigail. It played over and over in her mind. Viola squirmed in bed and tried to escape but there was no way to run away.

Viola stayed very quiet for the last days. She didn't speak to anyone, she didn't eat much. She was in this black hole. Abigail would see Viola's face in misery and smile. Justin watched Abigail closely. She didn't talk or make any contact with Viola but she would look at her and smile at Viola's pain and sadness. He saw Viola. Her eyes filled with misery and pain and sadness. All the opposite from what she normally was.

Michael noticed this as well. Michael asked Viola constantly if something was wrong. Viola only shook her head and hurried off. Michael would look deeply into Viola's eyes and see her misery, anger, sadness and pain. He didn't know what happened. He had no idea how to confront her, how to talk to her. Usually it was easy for him to talk to her, ask what was the matter. And it would be easy for her to trust him with her deep and inner-most thoughts. She came to him with all her problems and all her anger and would talk to him. Now Michael saw how miserable she was and it made him feel miserable that she couldn't talk to him.

It was Micael's graduation day. The college year was over but Viola was staying for his graduation before heading home. Michael had waited sixteen long years for the moment. From kindergarten he wished for the day when he finished school forever. Now it was here. But he felt sad inside about Viola. After the ceremony and all he caught up with her.

"Viola. I wanna introduce you to my parents." Michael grabbed her wrist and he felt Viola wince. He let go to see a big ugly bruise. He gasped. Viola shook her hand away. Michael's family came up to Viola and Michael.

"Congratulations!" his mother and father praised him.

"Who might this young lady be?" Michael's father asked.

"This is Viola," Michael said proudly.

"It's lovely to finally meet you, Viola!" His mother said happily.

Viola was shocked. She had to speak soon and sound cheerful. "Finally meet me?" Viola put on a fake smile and tried to sound cheerful.

"Yes. Michael has told us a lot about you!"

"I never knew that." Viola glanced at Michael who shrugged sheepishly.

"When we talk to Michael, he talks more about you than soccer!" Michael's dad said with a laugh. "It's always Viola this and Viola that."

Michael's mother continued chatting happily. "Yes, he's always saying I have three sisters yet I don't have a sister like Viola. He's quite fond of you."

Viola blushed and smiled. She never knew Michael told his family so much about her. "Well it's lovely to meet you. Michael has told me a lot about his family. I was dying to meet you! You seemed so lovely."

Michael introduced her to his sisters. They were all younger than him, she could just tell. "These are my younger sisters. This is Amy, Fran and Carey." Michael said. Viola smiled at them. She was acting all cheerful but on the inside she was still miserable. So were her eyes. Her eyes said it all.

"Michael has told me a lot about you guys to. Wow, your lucky to have a big brother like Michael. I'd die for a brother like him."

Carey who was the youngest one and didn't look over thirteen asked, "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"I have an older brother. Well he's my twin brother but he always makes sure that I know he's older my three minutes."

"Oh. I've wondered what it's like to have a twin. It's a shame you guys are both girls. Because then you could pretend to be each other!"

"We don't need to be the same gender to pretend to be each other. One of my brother's girlfriend's told me once, "You look so much like your brother from the back." Viola smiled at Michael as he remembered Viola dressed up as her brother. Viola left out the bit that Monique said afterwards. "It must be because of your lack of curves." Abigail was ten times worse than Monique because although Monique made bitter comments, she never actually beat up Viola. Well there was that Debutante Lunch but it was more of Monique having a catfight with Olivia. Viola just happened to get involved. The graduation ended and Viola said goodbye to all her friends for the summer. She was headed home.

Her first night back, Viola was the only one. Sebastian wasn't home yet. She was sleeping in bed, having the same nightmare she was having for days now. The same scene repeating over and over again. Viola would toss and turn in bed but it was no use. Sebastian came home and Viola who had many rough nights looked terrible and sleepy when he arrived.

"Wow Viola. That look is really working for you!" Sebastian joked. Viola shoved him in the arm. It was good to have him back. Sebastian noticed something wrong with Viola. Her eyes were filled with sadness and misery and pain, even. It was strange how every could just tell something was wrong by looking in her eyes.

Viola's second night at home was the worst. She had gone to bed early and she was having the nightmare for the seventh time. But this time the nightmare was more frightening and worse than ever. Viola squirmed and tossed and turned in bed. And in her dream as Abigail hit and kicked her, the bruises on Viola's stomach ached. Pain pierced them and Viola groaned aloud. The nightmare was getting worse and worse each time and Viola couldn't take it anymore. She woke up, breathing hard. She was sweating. It was the middle of the night. Viola checked her clock. 4:29am. Sebastian was walking by with a glass of water he had gotten thirsty in the middle of the night. He walked past Viola's room to see her twisting and turning. The door was open slightly so he took a seat agaisnt the wall next to in and had decided to watch a bit.

Viola reached for her phone quickly and scrolled down. She had to talk to someone. And the only person she could think of was Michael. It rang three times before someone picked up.

"Viola? What do you need? It's 4:30 in the morning." Came a sleepy voice.

Viola opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

"Hello? Vi, are you there?"

Viola manged to whisper, "Michael." Her whisper became into a cry. "Oh Michael." Viola began to cry, her whole body shaking.

"Vi, what's wrong?" Michael wondered if it had to do with why Viola was so sad. He was getting somewhere.

Viola started talking, saying all these things so quickly all at once. "Abigail did and then she because I and then now it but I don't know, I just need." Viola couldn't get it out. She wasn't speaking in full sentences. Michael knew this was bad. He had to be patient if he was going to have Viola trust him with this problem.

"Viola slow down. It's alright." He heard a few sobs before her gushing out.

"Oh Michael! E-ev-everyth-thing is s-so te-te-terrible!" Viola sobbed out.

"What happened Vi?" Michael was really concerned just by the way she was talking.

Viola was shaking all over and so was her voice. Slowly she told the tale of what happened. She told him everything. The party, the kiss, the fight with Abigail, the bruises, the thoughts, the nightmares. And all the while she did this, Sebastian also heard. He wanted to know exactly who this Abigail was. Michael heard all about how Abigail beat her but he didn't know what happened between Viola and Duke to make Abigail tell her to lay off and how Duke wasn't hers.

"Why does this matter so much to Abigail. The kiss between you and Duke." The kiss was the major problem that created all this chaos.

"Abigail really likes Duke. I don't know why. But then she must've found that Duke and I dated."

"You did?"

Viola nodded on the other line. "Yep. B-but then we had a b-big f-fight." Viola was crying again. She had just stopped a minute ago. Literally. "We really liked each other, b-but then h-his b-big ego got in the way and, and..." Viola couldn't finish. It was painful for her to think about how she and Duke broke up. She really, realy liked Duke.

"Go on Viola."

"I, I can't!" She cried.

"It's alright Viola. Shh. Don't cry. Just take your time. Breathe."

Viola took a few deep breaths. "We had a fight after a soccer game. He kind of just yelled at me and then I yelled at him and told him I hated him."

"Do you hate him?"

"Yes! No! I don't know! I hate him yet I'm still really sad we broke up even though it's been ages. I just really, really liked him and I wished it never happened. I wish I could have just gone to North Carolina with him, all happy." Viola sobbed. She continued to tell Michael all about her relationship with Duke. She told him how sweet and kind he was. She told him what happened between them, everything. And all the time Michael and Sebastian listened to Viola's secret thoughts about Duke. Even though they had broken up, Viola still really cared about Duke, even though she didn't say it. She was upset that they broke up and she wished everything was the way it was in high school.

Viola just talked to Michael. Michael just listened. He listened for two hours and even though he barely said anything, Viola was extremely grateful because he didn't need to give her advice. He just was there for her and listened. Viola needed someone like that. Someone she could trust completely. She had her best friends and brother but she needed someone else. And that was exactly what Michael was. Viola could turn to him in troubled times. She could have fun with him. He wasn't like anybody else. He was like a brother whom she could trust forever. She could just talk to him without the fear of being laughed at or criticized.

Viola would have turned to Duke when they were dating. He was the one she could trust and turn to. Duke was like what every boyfriend should be and much more. He liked to talk about serious things. He said it didn't always have to be about the physical stuff. And when Viola lost him, all her trust and hope disappeared. She fell right through the clouds because what used to be her foundation and support was gone. But then came Michael. The kind, older-brother type guy who was like her new foundation and support and hope. She deposited all her trust into him. It was a trust that was like none other. It wasn't the same trust she shared with her friends and family. It was a different trust. It was a sense and knowing that he would always be there.

"Michael," Viola said softly when she finished talking.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. Thank you for listening. Thanks for not falling asleep on me. Thanks for everything."

It was then that Michael understood that Viola didn't need someone to tell her things and give her advice but someone she could just blurt all her feelings to. An object like a teddy bear would have done the same job but this was different. Viola had trust and hope in a real person. A real person who believed in her.

"Your welcome. Any time Vi. Any time."

I liked that ending. Not a cliffhanger but a nice, peaceful ending. Another long chapter done! Boy do I hate Abigail... I really like the bond between Michael and Viola... it's going to be a major part in my story so watch out! Boy, the first year of college is OVER! YEAH! The next years will be really quick. Except for Viola's final year. Sorry that this story is more Viola right now rather than Duke. Later on it will be all Duke and Viola. And Sebastian and Olivia with Kia, Yvonne, Paul, Justin, Abigail, Toby, Andrew... all the same people and maybe some new people! I can't wait! I have my whole story mapped out. Now I just need to get it typed down. I hope you enjoyed it! Peace out!