"May I ask why you and Adam were beating the living crap out of each other?" Clare questioned her brother as they walked away from the scene of the fight.

Jake's lip was still a crimson colored mess. He exhaled with a big frustrated sigh. "Adam saw Bianca kiss me so he got all pissed off"

"Wait- what? Rewind. Did you say Bianca kissed you?", Clare asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. Don't ask why, because I have absolutely no idea"

"Okay, so she just randomly kissed you?", Clare clarified. "When?"

"Just now! Before lunch started she just kissed me and walked away. And I guess Adam saw from far away, came and got me in freakin' headlock"

"Adam just attacked you like that?"

"Yeah!-" Jake paused. "I mean... Well, he kind of set fuel to the fire first. He got me all worked up and that's why i came down on him just as hard"

"Oh", Clare said simply in her 'disappointment' voice. She looked at his lip. "I think we need to get you cleaned up, bro"

"Well, Adam's definitely in the nurse's office. So, I think I'll just go washed off in the bathroom"

"But, what if it gets infected-"

"Clare, I'll be fine", he chuckled at how motherly she could be.

"Fine", she backed down. "See ya later"

"See ya, sis"

CxBxCxBxCxBxCxBxCxBxCxBxCxB

"You kissed my brother?", was the only thing Clare could think to say when she answered the incoming call from Bianca.

Bianca stood in her room frozen when she heard Clare speak into the receiver. "U-um...", she stuttered.

"I thought you liked Adam. In fact I was positive you liked Adam; he was all you could talk about for the past month!"

Bianca sighed. "Clare I'm tired of waiting for him"

This brought Clare right back to the original question. "So you kiss my brother?"

Bianca stumbled over her words. "I-i needed to get over him. I needed to move on!"

"So you move-"

"Yes, I moved on to your brother" Bianca completed Clare's sentence for her. She continued. "And I'm sorry if that makes you feel weird. I'll just find someone else..."

There was silence on the other end of the call until Clare spoke up. "No, no... It's fine. If you like Jake, I guess I'm okay with that"

Bianca let out a frustrated sigh. "Save it. He probably doesn't even like me, anyways. Plus... I just don't want him. I want-..."

Bianca paused, ashamed of her unfinished statement.

"Adam?" Clare guessed.

"Yeah..."

"Well he definitely wants you too", Clare announced.

"Well, obviously. But- Wait...why do you say that?" Bianca wanted to know.

"Well, let's just say he saw you kiss Jake and didn't react very well" Clare explained vaguely in a sly tone.

Bianca's jaw dropped. "Details, Edwards. Now."

A.T. A.T. A.T. A.T. A.T. A.T. A.T. A.T. A.T. A.T.

Adam limped through the doorway into his room, leaning his weight on a single crutch. He was too angry and fed up to have the patience to hop around with two long sticks pressed into his armpits. He angrily tossed the crutch onto the floor once he reached his bed.

How dare Jake kiss Bianca? Especially after convincing him to ask her out.

Drew was right. He'd lost his chance. His anger slowly subsided to pure melancholy.

He heard Drew blast his stereo in the room next to Adam's. It was a familiar song. By The Fray maybe?...

I never knew… I never knew that everything was falling through

That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue

To turn and run when all I needed was the truth

Was it true? Could Jake and Bianca have been running around being all lovey-dovey behind his back this whole time? Had Bianca never even really liked him?...ever?...at all?

Everyone knows I'm in over my head

Over my head

Eight seconds left in over-time

She's on your mind

She's on your mind…

Yep. It was definite. Bianca had led him on. She must have just known that he had feelings for her. She didn't feel the same, but didn't want to hurt his feelings. So she led him on. She flirted simply because she pitied him.

That has to be it , he thought. I'm pathetic. Nothing but a loser.

Suddenly the pain in his foot and any anger in his heart completely faded away and were replace with pure devastation and agony. Hot tears forced their way out of his eyes. He cringed as he felt them slowly cascade down his cheeks. He laid down in his bed, leaning his pale face into his pillow. His soft sobs were smothered by the material. No one would hear him past the music anyway;

Past the song that defined his shame and pitiful existence as a human being.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it was short. But I'm hoping ya liked it anyways! ;D

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