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Well, we kinda had a cliffhanger before, so here's chapter 7!

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER! I don't own Wild Kratts.

Chris couldn't concentrate on school that day. How could he? His focus was on all he lost.

He came straight home that day, at 3:30 instead of 7:30. Martin came home at 4:00.

"An A-? Not bad considering..." He said to his friend, Laura, who he hadn't seen in a while.

"Considering what?" She asked. She saw his eyes flush with guilt. He seemed to not be himself today.

"Well..." Martin knew he could trust his friend.

"Chris and I...had a fight last night, and I know I got a little carried away." Martin answered as he rubbed his neck, uncomfortably.

"Oh." Laura replied.

"I don't think that's why he's upset with me though, I might have...insulted his girlfriend a little in the yelling spree." Martin admitted.

Laura gasped.

"You should never insult someone that someone else loves! Especially a girlfriend!" Laura said in shock.

"Yeah, I got that." Martin said agitated.

Laura then realized she wasn't make Martin feel any better about the whole thing.

"Sorry." She apologized.

"It's okay. And if you'll excuse me, I have a brotherhood I have to set straight again."

Martin ran ahead of Laura and waved good-bye.

He came home then realized, Chris probably won't be home until late. But when he came home, he saw a green backpack on the floor.

"Mom!" Martin called out.

"Yes?"

"Is Chris home already?"

"Yes honey, it seems he went straight to his room. Looked kind of upset too."

"Oh great! I hope he hasn't held it in himself all day." Martin said to himself as he ran upstairs. His brother's door was closed, again. Martin knew he had to make things right.

He knocked on Chris' door.

"Chris? It's me, can I come in?"

"Go Away! I don't want to see anyone right now!" Chris yelled through the door.

"I need to say something though." Martin noticed the door wasn't locked, so he pushed it open, and went wide eyed.

Chris was face down on his bed, his head hiding in his pillow.

"Chris?" Martin asked in as gentle a voice as he could, to let Chris know he wasn't going to yell again. Chris didn't answer.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Martin went to Chris' bed and sat down, putting his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"I...I can't believe it. I can't...believe she...did that!" Chris mumbled through his pillow before turning around looking up.

"What did Aviva do?"

"She...she was with Zach! She said we were never together! That we were just friends!" Chris said angrily in his brother's eyes.

"What! But she and you...I mean...I've seen..." Martin himself was a little shocked.

"Why would you care! You got what you wanted! We're finished!" Chris yelled.

"That's why I came in here, Chris. I came to apologize." Martin replied.

"What came...what?"

"I never should've yelled. And I never should've insulted Aviva like that. I'm...sorry."

Chris sat up, and could tell in Martin's eyes, that he truly was sorry.

"I'm sorry too. For not being there. For not thinking of you. For...not being your brother."

Chris and Martin hugged tightly to seal the apology.

"Well, now that that's done, we have to figure out what's wrong with Aviva." Martin said in a determined voice.

"What do you mean? She said we were..."

"Chris, remember back in November, before she moved away temporally?"

Chris played back that day in his mind, and when he remembered when she kissed him, his eyes went wide in realization.

"Now don't tell that kiss wasn't true Chris. It was, even I knew it."

"Well, then...what...!" Chris suddenly remembered something.

"What?"

"It's the necklace!"

"What?"

"That necklace I gave Aviva for Christmas, she never takes it off! And Zach bought it before I did! Then he just gives it to me...UGH!"

Chris got up from his bed in rage.

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW I NEVER SHOULD'VE TRUSTED THAT BLACK SWEATER ED JERK! And now that I think about it, the necklace did have a tint of red in it today. Amethyst never has red tint in it! And now he's mind controlling her to love him!"

Chris punched the door frame with anger and stomped out the door.

"Where are you going?" Martin asked, kind of frightened at his brother's face.

"I'm saving my girlfriend!" Chris said as he ran out the bedroom door, down the stairs, and out the front door.

"Why do I have the feeling this is not gonna end well?" Martin thought.