Disclaimer: Same old, same old. I don't own She's the Man. So don't rub it in my face, I'm sad as it is... LOL.

HEY! Well, I'm back! The reviews were great! Thanks for the positive comments. I'm doing the shoutouts now because if I wait til later, I won't do them!! LOL. Well, I've decided to make this chapter nice and laid-back with implied drama. I'm done for drama... now. Don't worry, there'll be more... just later... I'm having a break.

ummmhilol: Nice to have you back! Cassia is cool- I made her the almost perfect person... this is FICTION. Abigail was nicer... but now... I dunno what to say!!

GilbertDrone328: I take it you think that Duke is not at all innocent? Yep, I thought someone would be like that. I was thinking: I do NOT want people to feel sorry for Duke!! Will he be able to fix it?? Let's hope. You're right... it does take two to tango... like you said, pssh. I think they are all acting like kids... I loved your "And Abigail has been really nice lately! Everyone's been getting along and life was good, then DUkE screwed it up. He sucks." I agree in some ways... yes, Abigail was nice (admit it, you like the character! Don't worry, she's grown on me as well, like fungus... LOL) And it was good, except for guilt... yep Duke did screw up... again... Right now, Justin is my fave character!

Ashley Garla: GREAT to hear you liked the drama. Looks like now, Duke only has one option... beg... but that's not going to work! Well, not alone anyways... read to find out!! Well, you liked the little fight, that's all that matters! Also you liking it was IMPORTANT. LOL

Girlz-Rule: Good to hear you loved the chapter! I never thought of it but Duke WILL have one hell of a hangover... that'll come in handy. You're hoping he'll remember... what if he was so drunk, it was impossible for him to be in a worse possible state, therefore making it easier for him NOT to be drunk... don't laugh.. it sounded better in my head... just maybe...

itsasouthernthing: I can tell you don't like drama. Well, this chapter is going to be laid back, easy going.. you're type of chapter. Tomorrow's chapter I'm hoping will be LONG! That'll have small drama (forgiveness) and normal, reality stuff.

Sophia-Chad: No problem... I loved making them fight... it's easier than fluff, trust me! Well, I'm updating as quick as possible, just make sure you review as quick!

HarryPotterANDShesTheManFan18: Are you saying I was bad at cliffhangers? LOL. Thanks... I like cliffhangers.. they make you want more... however when I read stories, I HATE CLIFFHANGERS! I guess I'm just getting revenge... LOL

nikkitan89: You're just waiting for me to kill her, aren't you? Well, seeing I can't just kill her off, would you rather her still be sour or change... like Drayton? Good to hear you liked it!

cbarkins: Sorry, but who the HECK it Mike Tyson? I've heard the name... I think but I have honestly no clue... I'm guessing he's an athlete who puts people in comas for a living? LOL. I don't mind flames (don't think you can go writing all the flames you want now) it's good to have an honest reader (like GilbertDrone328) AND you who tell me what they truly thought. MUCH appreciated! It makes me sad to see Viola sad...

Viola woke up the next morning with her head pounding. All she could think was Water. Viola nearly drained the whole bottle next to her bed in one go. She noticed the door still locked, Abigail's bed still messy from the night before. Viola sighed and sunk back into bed. She wished she never found out. Some secrets were better untold. Now that everyone knew it would create more tension and more awkwardness. There was a knock on the door.

"Vi?" It was Andrew.

"What?"

"Feeling okay?"

"No," Viola said plainly.

"Hungry?"

"No," Viola said in the same, no expression tone.

"Thirsty?"

"No."

"Do you need anything?"

"No."

"Are you going to unlock the door."

"No."

"Do you plan to come out any time soon?"

"No."

"Are you only going to say no?"

"No."

Andrew thought of a question that would stump Viola. "Are you gonna forgive him?" There was no answer. "Are you going to answer?" Andrew asked, wondering if he had beaten Viola at her own game.

"No."

"Damn, you're good." No answer.

"I know." Andrew decided to leave it at that. Viola turned over in the bed, pulling the thick cover way over her head, trying to block out the sun streaming in.

Duke however was still fast asleep. No suprise there. After the amount he drank, it would be a miracle for him to wake up that day. Abigail had no choice but to sleep on the couch. The door was locked and there was no way Abigail was getting in. Justin also had to sleep elsewhere. For another night, he crashed with Andrew and Toby. Well, that was how it originally going to be. Abigail sat up, thinking about the previous night.

"Shut the freaking hell up Abigail." Abigail froze. Justin's voice was anything but friendly.

"Why should I? You think that I'm the bad person! BUT I'M NOT, YOU ONLY KNOW HER SIDE OF THE STORY! SHE WASN'T EVEN THERE!"

"ABIGAIL! I know for a fact that you were mainly responsible. Yes, Duke was to, but if you do the working, which isn't hard, it leads back to you. In this case, you are mainly the bad person! I also know what's it's like to screw up and be a complete jackass. Yep, that's how I spent my four years at high school. And I know that you were the bad person in this, no explaining there. So go tell your shit to someone else, someone who will listen!" Justin was clearly enraged. He knew that Viola nor Duke needed her to be there to annoy it.

Abigail shook it off and tried to relax a bit. No hope. She didn't know what to do. Duke probably hated her. Viola definetly hated her and she was on the verge of being hated by Toby, Andrew and Justin. She needed to get ready. Not to go out or anything, just to get out her pyjamas and take a shower. She got up and went to the closed door. She hammered against it.

"OPEN UP! I NEED MY CLOTHES!" Abigail hollered.

"WHAT DO YOU NEED?" Viola shouted back.

"I need a change of clothes!"

There was a pause before the door flung open but Abigail couldn't see Viola. Then, from what seemed nowhere, out came flying a change of clothes. Then the door slammed again. Abigail picked up the clothes, muttering under her breath.

Duke did wake up that day. Around 8pm. When he did, he noticed it was quiet. Too quiet. He put a hand to his forehead, it killed like crazy. It was throbbing and hurt more than any pain he had ever experienced. Well, that was a lie. He felt more pain seeing Viola so sad. He slumped back trying to ignore his pounding head.

Viola stayed locked up in her room, all day. She wasn't hungry, she didn't want to speak to anyone and she certainly didn't want to go out there where who knows who will be out there. Viola told herself she didn't need to worry, Duke was probably still on that hangover from all that damn alcohol.

Duke was on the worst hangever ever. Even Andrew couldn't think of a hangover that had been worse. But then, Duke's body could only take so much alcohol. He could only be so drunk. That's why after his body couldn't take anymore alcohol, whatever more alcohol he consumed (which was a lot) would just come right back up, bringing food from the night up as well. It wasn't the best feeling.

Duke closed his eyes shut, trying to forget his head beating against his forehead, trying to escape. Surprisingly, when he did, the night before came flooding back in. Duke opened his eyes, not wanting to think about that. He needed to escape. He needed Viola. It was a shame Viola would probably never want to speak to him again. Duke knew it was his fault as well. He couldn't just blame Abigail but he desperately need Viola to see it was all an accident, a mistake.

Duke went out to see Toby, Andrew and Justin watching a soccer game on TV. Abigail was sitting, flipping through a magazine. They heard someone and turned to see it was Duke.

"How are you feeling?" Toby asked.

"Not good." Duke went to grab a bottle of water. Like Viola, he drained it quickly. He didn't feel like eating or doing anything unless it involved getting Viola to talk to him or not hate him for any matter. He was just about to leave when Justin suggested he stay. Duke didn't bother to argue, he didn't feel like it. So they flipped off the TV and left to play some pool. Toby by far was the best at playing pool. He said it had something to do with triganomatry or something. The others were surpised that Toby knew what triganomatry was. Well, they all did, but it wasn't their favorite subject in high school.

Andrew and Justin weren't too bad and neither was Duke but Duke was playing like he was new to the game but eight times worse. He had missed the cue ball like three times and when he did hit it, it didn't do much good. "Guess I'm not in the mood," Duke said simply before leaving.

Abigail watched Duke pass and head for his room with the expressionless look on his face. She thought about what Justin had said. She had messed it up for them. And now, she was determined to make things right. Even if it took coming out clean.

Another cliffhanger... getting a feeling Abigail is going to do something? Well, sorry it's so short! I'm falling asleep because of my no caffine and sugar. Well does a mini Tootsie roll count? It was my friend's b-day! What could I do?? Well, I promise, tomorrow when I'm well rested, I'll type a lot!