AN: Hello everyone and welcome back to this story, I hope you are all well and a huge thank you to those of you who reviewed chapter 1. Challenge King, Fanfic-Reader-88, That's My Jay, SpazzQueen15, pbow, Agent-M and Subject87 – my thanks to you all for your feedback.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 2

Valentine Residence, Hollywood Hills, Los Angeles

Tuesday, 8th September 2009

Cat was sitting at her desk with her elbows resting on it, hands together supporting her chin as she stared at the pile of text books and notepads in front of her. The red velvet-haired girl was feeling excited at the prospect of returning to Hollywood Arts the following morning to begin her tenth grade year along with her friends. She grinned as she reminisced on the highlights of the previous year, such as the acting classes with the eccentric teacher Sikowitz and the plays that she had starred in opposite Freddie. These musings inevitably took her to the brown-haired Seattle-born boy and a large pang of regret welled up within her as she had to describe him as her ex-boyfriend. She had let her sensitivities and the behaviour of others (namely Carly Shay and Freddie's mother) come between them and, by the time she had decided that she wanted him back, it was too late; he had started dating Lindsey, he was still with the blonde girl now and Cat thought that they seemed happy together, despite the awkwardness Jade had commented upon at the back end of the last school year. She also thought on the other boys she had dated, Eli and Jake, neither relationship had lasted long (mainly, she realised, because the boy wasn't Freddie). She gave an uncharacteristically deep and melancholic sigh, tried to put her past romantic entanglements to one side for now and instead focus on the fun side of school life – for the bubbly girl this meant her performing classes. Thinking of the academic side inevitably took her straight back to Freddie, thinking of their study dates and how he had proved to be the reason she had passed her maths and science classes at all over the summer term. The red-head had worked hard and tried to get some study in, particularly during the Valentine family's trips to Idaho to deposit and, latterly, retrieve her brother from the hospital he was kept in over part of the break. Her opportunities for studying at home were rather more limited following his return and the change in the dynamic, and noise level, of her home life that had resulted from his return so she figured she'd need to find somewhere else to get her work done over the coming weeks.

Her first thought for a location and study-buddy was of her best friend, Jade, though she realised that even she would be limited in the help and time she could offer her; the gothic girl was, of course, dating Beck and they hung out as much as they could, save for the night the long-haired actor was fencing with Freddie and André. Her gothic friend would also be unavailable for the next few days after recently getting on her mother's wrong side.

Mrs West had been furious to discover that her daughter had visited a tattoo parlour and been given a tattoo despite being under the state of California's legal age for doing so; the woman was currently taking legal action against the parlour and tattooists, while she had also initially grounded Jade for a week. That week soon became two, plus a loss of her allowance for a month, after the brunette had snuck out the same night the punishment was handed out, in order to meet Beck. The loss of allowance was soon going to prove a particular hardship soon for Jade, as it would mean she could no longer visit Jet Brew, her favourite coffee shop, a couple of times every day (she could only reasonably expect Beck to buy her so many cups of coffee, particularly with them beginning to argue a little more often at the moment). The brunette had joked to her friend that she would get them into an argument and then look to get him to buy her a cup as a "peace offering".

Cat therefore found herself feeling a little lonely ahead of the return to school and, while she was glad of the chance to get everything organised, she would have liked to have seen more of her friends. She was actually surprised, and delighted, by how much she and Freddie had hung out together since the quartet's day at the beach a couple of weeks earlier. She wasn't sure what had happened to the boy's blonde now-junior girlfriend and recognised to some extent that she was able to hang with him because the other girl wasn't around but it didn't stop her from being glad of his company, even if the two of them were now only friends and she had to work hard at keeping her feelings to herself so as not to put the boy in a difficult position. Also, she noted sadly, she had no idea whether the tech genius still felt anything for her in that way. If he didn't, or if he and Lindsey continued to be a couple, she realised she'd need to give up on him soon and start looking elsewhere again.

The girl looked at her pearphone and pulled a sad expression; her last text had been a "goodnight" one from Jade; part of her extended grounding had been the confiscation of her phone after a certain point in the evening. Cat turned in her chair and cast a bored eye around her vivid pink bedroom. She smiled as her gaze settled on the giraffe Freddie had bought her at the zoo the previous summer and she walked over to her bed to pick up the soft toy, cradling it in her arms and thinking back on the fun times the two had shared, even just as friends when they first met. These memories took her back to the day of their auditions at Hollywood Arts and to where it had all begun for them.

Having gone full circle and starting to think about school again Cat decided to pack her bag for the next day, just in case she was short on time in the morning. She quickly completed the task, double-checking to make sure she had everything that she would need, and, hearing her brother in his room next to hers, she headed softly downstairs to spend a little time with her parents watching TV. They were keen to enter into conversation with her about how she felt about returning to school and how prepared she was for the following day; they seemed happy that she was looking forward to going back.

Benson Residence, Hollywood Hills, Los Angeles

A short distance from the Valentine home, the tranquillity of the night before the new school year was disturbed by an urgent knock on the Bensons' front door. Freddie exchanged a glance with his mother, neither was expecting a visitor, and he rose, crossed the living area to the door and opened it with a delighted smile at the blonde in pale blue jeans and a tight-fitting green T-shirt that brought out the colour of her eyes stood before him.

The boy was especially happy to see the blonde girl because of how much thinking he had done about them over the summer while they had been apart. Talking to Sam, Jade and the others – and even the time he had spent alone reflecting on everything – had convinced him to try and put the past behind them when it came to the awkwardness that had threatened to overshadow them as a couple and to do everything he could to get back to the point where they were happy and comfortable together. Now seemed like the perfect time for the boy to make a start.

"Lindsey!" he greeted his girlfriend eagerly, pulling her into a hug and kissing her. She accepted the kiss but he felt, to his surprise, that he could detect a subtle lack of enthusiasm in kissing him back. "I've barely seen you since you got back… we've barely seen one another all summer with everything that's been going on," he added with more than a hint of sadness and regret.

"Can we talk?" she asked, and for the first time he saw nerves and apprehension in her eyes.

"Uh sure, my room?" He gestured her inside.

The blonde walked past him. "Good evening Mrs Benson," she greeted the boy's mother politely, unusually so given their past dealings.

"Lindsey," the Benson matriarch responded cautiously but cordially.

Freddie took her hand as he joined her in the living room after closing and locking the front door behind her. He began to steer his girlfriend towards the stairs.

"Leave your door open," his mother called after the retreating teens.

"Yes mom," her son returned. No danger of anything happening anyway, he thought. He had come to realise, despite what he told Sam, that he still wasn't fully ok with what had happened; the way he reacted to the slightly flirtatious banter he and Jade had shared at the beach had made that abundantly clear to the former Seattle native and, as much as he had come to realise what he had, that he still really liked Lindsey and wanted to carry on being with her, he wasn't overly eager for a repeat in the near future.

Freddie took a perch on the edge of his bed and gestured to the blonde to join him. She wordlessly declined with a shake of her head and instead began pacing the floor in front of him.

"Linds? What's the matter?" he asked, fear creeping into his voice.

With a deep breath the blonde grimly began. "There's a reason you haven't seen much of me since I got back from holiday. While you were away, given that I don't have too many friends at school anymore it meant that I was pretty much alone for the start of the summer – and lonely." She sighed wearily and continued, "I started to do a lot of thinking – about you, about us, about our relationship… and some of it wasn't all that good."

"What do you mean?" he asked, dread rising in his heart. "I know we had some difficulties… right after the Prom weekend," he continued delicately, "but I thought things were getting better towards the end of term, that we were getting back on track."

"I think Prom night was part of the problem," she dropped her voice to a whisper. "What we did… I know now that we went too far and too fast, perhaps you weren't ready for it. I wanted it to happen that night and I maybe pushed you into it a little bit – but since then things just haven't been the same between us. The last few weeks of term were difficult – you processing," her tone added a touch of bitterness that she immediately looked to suppress, "and signing up for plays without me. We were arguing; you're right that it got a bit better later on but still…" She sighed and continued her own narrative and take on the timeline in a firmer voice, "So you went away, after you got back we went away – mom, dad and I – and while we were in Florida I got talking to a guy my own age, he lives in Bakersfield, and we kinda hit it off." It felt to the fifteen-year-old boy as if a hand had reached into his chest and taken a vice-like grip on his heart at the blonde's words. "We kept in touch by phone calls, e-mails and stuff, then we met up a couple of weeks ago, and also a couple of times this week and…" her breath hitched as tears leaked from her eyes, "and I really like him," she admitted.

The former Seattleite felt his heart shatter inside his chest at her words.

"I'm sorry Freddie," she choked through her tears and she bent down towards him so that she could take his hands in her own, "as much as we shared and as much as I do still like you… I've never felt the way I do about him; it's different, stronger and I really want to give it a go."

She pulled him into a tight hug as he sat there as if petrified. "I'm sorry," she repeated in a whisper, "but it's over between us," she finished through more tears and some again-hitching breath.

The brown-eyed boy continued to sit there, stunned into immobile silence. "I'll let myself out," she said quietly before turning and leaving his room. The blonde looked back once more at him, seeing that he had still failed to move a muscle, before she rushed downstairs, passing his mother wordlessly and exiting the house. Finding this behaviour more than a little odd, Marissa smartly locked the door behind the departing teen and made her way up to Freddie's room to find her devastated son still sat there staring silently at the wall; tears were finally beginning to roll down his cheeks. He didn't acknowledge her presence; it's likely he didn't realise that she was there. It didn't take much for her to correctly read his mood and assess what had happened; the elder Benson swooped down next to him on his bed, gathering him into her arms and hugging the boy tenderly as he wept against her chest. There would be time for questions, sanctimony and 'I told you sos' later; for now a mother held her heartbroken son as he sat there for a long time draining his entire well of tears against her. Finally – she wasn't immediately sure how much time had passed – his breathing began to become laboured; she lay him down on his bed, kissed his forehead and quietly left the room.

The Slap Mobile

Cat Valentine – First day back and someone is missing. Wherefore art thou Freddie?

Feeling: Worried.

Asphalt Café, Hollywood Arts High School, Los Angeles

Wednesday, 9th September 2009

Cat was growing more and more worried as the clock ticked round towards 9 a.m. and the start of the group's sophomore year. She sat at their usual table in the Asphalt Café with Beck, Jade, André, an unusually happy Eli and Robbie (and Rex, of course) but noted the absence of Freddie, who she had yet to see this morning, although Lindsey had passed her, alone and more than a little distracted, and entered the school earlier – something that had surprised the red velvet-haired girl and also Jade, when Cat had told her.

"I wonder where he is," she said softly and to no one in particular; she had sent the boy a text a few minutes ago and had yet to receive a reply.

"He'll be here," Jade reassured her, placing her hand gently on her friend's and squeezing it softly. She received a grateful smile in return, despite the fact that the gothic girl's words had failed to convince her or quell her fears.

The bell rang with the Seattle-born teenager still not having arrived. The other tenth graders from the friendship group stood and made to leave before noticing that Cat had not followed suit.

"Come on," Robbie urged her and gently pulled on her arm, "we need to go inside."

"I guess," she said weakly and rose to her feet. She picked up her bag and walked inside the school building with her friends; together they made their way to the Black Box theatre where they were given their timetables for the coming weeks. Cat hung back after receiving hers, and making the obligatory comparisons with those of her friends, and the girl made for the other end of the set of tables housing the documents; with sadness and increasing concern, when she got there, she noticed that the timetable for "Benson, F" remained unclaimed. She drew her phone from her bag (it wouldn't fit in the pocket of her tiny denim shorts) and dialled his number.

"Hey Cat," came the surprisingly bright response; the girl didn't know just how forced his tone was.

"Freddie! I was worried, where are you?"

"Right behind you." His voice was now brimming with a little genuine mirth as he eyed the girl and saw her jump slightly at his revelation.

The child-like teen spun around to see the grinning face of her friend, dressed in khaki shorts and a white T-shirt, the sleeves of which reached almost to his elbows; she pulled him eagerly into a hug.

"I thought you'd be here sooner," she commented.

"Yeah, I… I kinda slept in this morning a little." The boy's tone was embarrassed but the evasiveness of his explanation, and him not wanting to go into detail, was completely missed by the child-like teenager.

"How come you didn't arrive with Lindsey?" she asked; his face crumbled in an instant and he worked hard to keep a fresh stinging from his eyes. This was something that not even the normally oblivious Cat could miss and her face fell as well at his sadness.

"We broke up last night," his voice was laced with misery and barely above an audible whisper as he fought with all his strength to keep his composure intact. "She came over, told me that she met someone else while she was on vacation and that she wanted to be with him instead."

"Oh," his friend was genuinely shocked at the news; not knowing the full story she had thought the young couple still looked happy together whenever she had seen them at the end of term, and had assumed that they spent some time together over the summer. "I'm so sorry to hear that Freddie." She pulled him into another hug and held him close.

"Thanks Cat…" Then, as the warning bell peeled he added, "I'd better get my timetable."

He reluctantly extricated himself from her warm and comforting embrace, so reminiscent of the way they'd hug when they were briefly together the previous year, and made his way to the table where he collected the item; scanning it he was cheered to learn that he had Science first period. "What have you got first?" he asked the sad-eyed girl.

"Science."

"Oh, me too, let's go?"

"'kay 'kay," her tone brightened instantaneously at the news that they shared a class and they walked from the theatre to the labs side-by-side. "You'll be my lab partner this semester, right?"

After Science the duo was also in Maths class together, along with Jade who they picked up en route after she had started the new year with a music lesson, disappointed not to be in the same class as Freddie again, given how well they had worked (instead she would be partnering Eli this term). Cat was glad that she was in Maths with two of her friends as she hoped that they, Freddie especially, would be able to help her with the subject when she struggled with it. The black-clad teen was relieved to see Freddie but in an instant the girl, today wearing her blue hair extensions, picked up on his subdued demeanour. She had a feeling that she knew the reason and it became crystal clear to the grounded girl that she was correct due to the fact that their walk to class took them through the locker area of the school; the ex-Seattleite ground to an immediate halt as he spotted his former girlfriend across the hallway, talking animatedly with some of the girls he recognised as her classmates – the very ones who had shunned and mocked her in the Spring over the fact that the two of them were dating. Is this the real reason? he wondered as he surveyed the scene. Did you just feed me a load of chizz last night about still liking me and caring but meeting someone else? You really just wanted your friends back and you found another guy so you can get them? Once again he felt tears beginning to form in his eyes as he watched her. The memories of their relationship, and in particular the misery and pain he had felt the previous night, flooded to the forefront of his mind.

Feeling his eyes on her, along with those of the two girls who had stopped a single step after he did, the blonde turned in the sophomores' direction. Green eyes met brown for a second before she turned away hurriedly; the junior felt rather intimidated by the glare of the mean girl at her ex-boyfriend's shoulder and made an urgent exit in the direction of her next class. Freddie remained frozen in place, staring after her and her little group, until Jade reached back and, surprisingly gently, took his wrist so that she could begin leading him towards the maths department. Cat looked curiously at her gothic friend for a moment, as even she was surprised by the oft-short-tempered girl's tender side coming out towards Freddie, before catching up and positioning herself on the boy's other side, looping her arm around his free one. He attempted to recover his composure while, under their escort, he made his way to class albeit he found that he had no memory at all of the journey other than seeing the blonde and her friends… and the pain that the sight of her engendered in his heart.

The child-like red-head found herself in the very unusual position of having to keep an eye on Freddie during their ensuing lesson and making sure that he knew what he was supposed to be doing, particularly as to the boy's other side Jade looked unusually distracted as well, dividing her time between casting concerned glances at Freddie and staring off into space, wearing a threatening frown on her face. I would not like to be Lindsey right now, the bubbly girl thought, almost feeling sorry for the junior.

The bell rang for the end of class, signalling a short break for the group. Jade "invited" Cat to go on ahead to meet the others while she and Freddie stood by the brunette's locker. She glanced around the area before quickly steering him to the janitor's closet. Satisfied that they had some privacy she turned to the sombre boy.

"What happened?" she asked.

She listened in silence as Freddie sadly recounted the whole story of the previous night to her and bowed her head at the pain in his voice.

"I thought we had something special, Jade, I really did," he lamented. "I was looking forward to today, seeing her again, being around her again and really doing everything I could to get things back to the way they were with us. It looks like she's just picked her friends over me."

The girl swooped down to his side and wrapped an arm gently around him. "I don't know what to say to make it better," she admitted softly, "but I'm here for you and I'll listen if you need to talk, or rant… or vent."

He tried to force a smile at the offer, reminiscent of the one she had made in this same room a few months earlier and continued to pour out his heart and his woes to his friend and confidant, though he was unable to voice his biggest far, given that it had yet to fully manifest for him to articulate it. Jade listened sympathetically until the bell signalled the end of break and the two left the room for Sikowitz's class.

"What happened to you two?" Beck asked as the group entered and spotted the two already in their places. "Cat arrived and said you two would be right behind her and you never showed."

"We… uh, we got talking," the brunette began evasively.

Freddie noticed the look in the taller teen's eye and spoke up. "You probably heard by now, but if not, Lindsey broke up with me last night." Beck's face fell in disappointment for his friend, "I needed someone to talk to and Jade was there to listen," he shrugged.

"That's rough man," André sympathised, patting his shoulder as he took a seat. Cat slipped in to the seat on Freddie's right-hand side so the boy was again sat between her and Jade; Beck took the seat to Jade's left and continued to cast a curious eye over the trio, in particular his girlfriend and how her behaviour towards Freddie differed to the way she acted around most people.

"Welcome back young actors!" Erwin Sikowitz cried as he burst through the door by the stage in his classroom. "I hope you are all eager and – " he struck a pose with his right foot a little behind his left, his left arm outstretched and his right forearm resting on his forehead, "Arrgh!" he yelled unnecessarily, "raring to go for another exciting year of learning your acting craft within these four walls and windows."

Jade frowned as she glanced to the external wall of the class; the dark-haired girl was pretty sure that there were more than four windows on the wall but she shrugged it off as one of the odd teacher's many eccentricities.

"Ok, to start with: drive-by acting exercise. You're all sugar-crazed toddlers. Cat, you may act normally." The red-head giggled and the slight barb drew chuckles from some of the other members of the class as they rose to their feet and many began to race around the room. Despite his best efforts it became apparent that Freddie's heart really wasn't in the warm-up; the balding teacher eyed him with concern as he thought back on his moodiness from late last year.

"Alright, who wants to lead the first group of the year?" Sikowitz invited when order was restored a few moments later.

"Can we have some details of what we're doing first?" Robbie asked cautiously.

"No you cannot," he was told simply. The ventriloquist's shoulders slumped a little and he studied the floor while Rex taunted and laughed at him.

"I will," Freddie declared unexpectedly, raising his hand confidently. Sikowitz smiled approvingly.

"Excellent Freddie, to the front," he invited the boy eagerly. "Now," he continued once the brown-haired teen was stood on the stage, "choose your actors."

"Uh, Eli, Cat, Jade and Robbie," he nominated.

"Alright," the unusual teacher continued as the five assembled on the classroom's stage, "you will each need one of these," and he handed the teenagers an aeroplane-style blindfold apiece. In response to their querying looks he continued excitedly, "You will be acting and improvising a scene where you can't see one another."

"Why?" Jade snapped in an annoyed tone.

"Because…" he hesitated, "you take a lot of your cues from what you can see. Today you'll be focussing solely on what you can hear and imagining the scene from that."

"Sounds kinda dumb," Robbie observed to general nods and murmurs of agreement from the class, particularly the five on-stage.

"Just do it would you?" Sikowitz instructed in an unusually terse voice.

The group obediently donned their masks and waited for the prompt, which Sikowitz asked André to supply.

"They're at a concert," the songsmith decided; their teacher then turned to Beck to provide the plot.

"There's a crazed psychopath on the loose!"

"Three guesses who plays her," Jade commented drily, causing her classmates, and teacher, to laugh.

"Ok, you're at a concert and pursued by a psychopath," Sikowitz summarised, "Freddie – action."

For the next few minutes the teen's troubles were forgotten as he enjoyed the raw chaos of the exercise. Jade unsurprisingly stole the show with her portrayal of a crazed girl wanting to silence any of the concert-goers who wanted to sing along. Soon the class were unable to control their laughter and the acting teacher reluctantly called a halt to proceedings, asking them to remove the blindfolds and retake their seats.

"Alright," he called as the noise level subsided, "well that didn't work quite as I wanted, trying to illustrate the difference between judging a scene with your eyes and judging it with your ears alone… but it was a very well acted scene by you all."

The class concluded with another drive-by acting exercise before the students headed for lunch. "What do you guys want to do? Rec room?" Beck suggested.

"Sounds great; we've not played any ping pong in a while," Robbie agreed, leading to the group making its way to the room with Beck and André beginning a game.

"Hey look," Jade told the other on-lookers as she motioned towards the back of the room. "Someone's left 'Twister' here. Wanna play?"

Cat and Robbie agreed enthusiastically, though Freddie said nothing.

"Freddie?" Cat asked gently. "Wanna play?" she continued when his downcast eyes met her doey ones.

"No," he said flatly, shaking his head. "You guys play. I'll watch or… spin the thing for you."

The others nodded and began their game; they were soon joined by André and Beck, who decided that it looked more fun than the ping pong did. The retro-party game kept the fifteen-year-olds entertained until the bell signalled the end of lunch; aside from Freddie they all left the room in high spirits, something that wasn't lost on Cat.

"Are you sure you're ok?" she enquired timidly, tugging gently on his shirt sleeve.

"I will be," he attempted to reassure her. "It's just…" he shrugged, "gonna take me some time to deal with it all."

She gave him a sad smile and nodded, patting his bare forearm gently as they headed for her next class, which was music. The duo said goodbye to Jade as she headed for her English class and made their way to the room in silence; the boy was thankful that he had not come across his ex-girlfriend again during the day, Jade was a little disappointed that she hadn't, though the gothic girl was grateful of some more time to finish formulating a plan to make the blonde very sorry for how she had treated Freddie.

Like last semester the class were told that they would have to perform a song at some point during the term, this time before the Christmas break. Anthony encouraged them all to work with somebody different this time and, as Cat and Freddie had been in different classes the previous year, they agreed to work together, to their mutual delight.

"How about we do the same as Jade and I did last year?" the Seattle-born proposed. "You sing, I'll play and we'll see what we can write between us?"

The redhead girl found this to be an excellent suggestion; she was happy to see that Freddie was able to set his mood to one side during the class and seemed to enjoy working with her. Once again they seemed to be a good pair in a performing class and it was a smiling and happier Freddie who left the room side-by-side with Cat.

"Are you busy tonight?" Cat asked conversationally but with a hint of hope; she was hoping that they might be able to hang out a little.

"Yeah, André and I are going to the gym tonight then tomorrow we, and Beck, will be going fencing. I guess I'm going to have a lot more free time on an evening from now on though," he concluded bitterly; the girl's face fell at the sadness and hurt in his tone. "You could see what Jade's up to?" he suggested.

"Oh she's still grounded," and she answered his surprised look by explaining about her mother's reaction to the girl's new addition.

"Wow, I knew that she had had it done but I didn't realise her mom had reacted like that," he observed. "I guess I haven't spoken to her that much since we were at the beach," he finished with a touch of regret, realising that he needed to spend a little more time just talking with his dark-haired friend, rather than using her as a shoulder to cry on, and resolving to put that right once she had full use of her phone back (he was unlikely to have the opportunity before her curfew over the next few days).

The teens called briefly at their lockers before going their separate ways. Freddie called in at home for a quick bite to eat; his mother was still at the hospital so the silent house gave him another opportunity to begin brooding again about the events of the previous evening. His shoulders slumped over his plate and he pulled a mournful expression at the sense of loss and pain in his heart from the ending of his relationship, the manner of it – and, critically, what he had given up to her after the Prom. His eyes lost focus and he stared at the wall, his plate and dinner long since forgotten, reflecting anew on exactly what the price of putting his heart out there had been; it was a price, he concluded, that was far too high.

The tech genius's mood improved over the course of a rigorous work-out session; he and his dreadlocked friend put themselves through their paces and the Seattleite pushed himself harder and further than he had done before as he sought to beat the emotional pain into submission. André eyed him with concern and a suspicion that he was pushing himself far too far but he let it go for the time being as the brown-haired boy finally ended his regimen and lay breathless on the floor of the gym.

"Feeling better?" the songsmith asked in a light tone.

"Yeah," the other gasped, pulling himself up into a sitting position. "Phew, that felt good."

His friend helped him up and the two headed for the locker room and the showers, leaving the building and headed for the bus stop a few minutes later with their bags slung over their shoulders.

"Are you sure you're ok man?" the musician asked.

"Yes," he insisted vehemently, "I'll be fine. Thanks for your concern. It'll take some time, it always does when you break up with someone, but it'll be ok in time." He smiled at André who returned it supportively.

Benson Residence, Hollywood Hills

Freddie sat in his room; his mother still wasn't home. The endorphins from his work-out were wearing off and his mood was beginning to dip again. He scrabbled in his pocket for his pearphone and made a call.

"Hey Sam, how are you?" he began, listening to her reply. "Actually, things aren't great… something happened last night," he began to explain.

AN: Thanks for reading this chapter; I hope that you all enjoyed it. Please let me know what you thought by leaving a review in the box below and come back next week for the third chapter in this continuation of iSwitch Schools. PD