Oh, hi. So I'm sorry I kind of stopped writing for awhile, actually for a long time. I got busy and then when I got time to write it just wasn't flowing together. I'm sure most of you are familiar with that feeling. Anyways when stuff started to flow again I put the chapter up and there was like no reviews on it and I was almost certain you guys had given up hope on me, trust me I would have too. Then I saw you guys actually wanted me to continue, this chapter took me a while to make flow too, but I think I got the kinks out. So it would be great if you guys would review this chapter, tell me how I'm doing, yell at me for not updating anything for a long time, whatever just let me know you're reading. If you want to private message me that would be cool too. Thanks, you guys are the best, I'm an idiot. Please review!

Zion

"So, when are you going back to school?"

I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, covering my head with one of my pillows, "Never," I muttered.

Logan sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"When are you going to get out of bed?" She asked.

"Never," I muttered.

It was the first Friday of the school year, four days after the accident. I had spent those four days in my bed, asleep, letting my body heal.

"Come on, Zion." Logan said, trying to rip the covers off, but I held onto to them tightly.

She sighed and gave up, walking out of the room.

She was convinced I had given up. To be honest, I thought about not going back to school, but I knew I would.

I was still sore from the accident, but it was bearable. I could walk without being assisted, a breakthrough from the first two days.

Those first days after I limped up the beach and back to the warehouse, were a haze. I remember Logan crying and begging somebody to bring me to the hospital. Dax was certain that I was going to die, but Jordan reassured them that I would be fine. He was always right.

Dax wouldn't leave my side the first two days, he was worse than Logan. He slept on my floor and talked to me, even though I didn't respond. I was too tired, too weak to even try to carry on the conversation. He didn't mind, or even seem to notice. He was always the one talking, I was always the quiet one.

Logan brought me water and juice. She was the one who thought to run down to the drug store and pick up some extra strength ibuprofen and kept on feeding it to me, along with some prescription sleep medication that Pete chipped in.

By the third day, Jordan told Logan to stop giving me the sleeping pills before I became addicted, since I was healing.

Also by the third day, Dax started to tell me to suck it up and walk it off. I ignored him.

So when the fourth day rolled around and I still refused to get out of bed, Dax refused to let me milk it anymore. In my defense, I wasn't milking it, but everybody was used to me sucking things up. I think Dax was just scared for me.

After Logan walked out of my room I rolled over and went back to sleep.

"Dude, enough is enough!" Dax yelled, waking me up and ripping my covers off.

I sat up, dazed and confused.

"What?" I asked my voice hoarse.

"You've been sleeping all fuckin' day. There's a party down the beach and we're going. We're going to go there and get drunk and you're gonna get laid and you're gonna be happy from now on," He said, pulling me up and talking really fast.

"Owww," I hissed, my arm aching still.

"Oh, come on. You're gonna go shower and pull yourself together."

I was on my feet and I didn't like it. My legs were weak from being bedridden and they refused to move.

"Dax you know I hate parties."

He rolled his eyes, "I don't care, you're freaking me out Z. You have to pull yourself together."

"So if I go to this fuckin' party, you'll lay off me?" I asked, my eyebrow raised.

He nodded.

I sighed, "I'm gonna go find somewhere to take a shower. I'll be back here in an hour."

He grinned, "You make me so proud."

I rolled my eyes, rummaged around for the some clean clothes, and ignored all the shocked faces as I walked through the warehouse and out the door.

When it came to taking a shower when you were homeless, it was difficult. A lot of the time we would just bathe in the lake, but that wouldn't cut it now. So I booked it to school.

Fairfield High was always my go to for showers.

There was a door that led to the boy's locker room that was easy to pick and unlock. The football game was done and all the lights were off in the school.

It only took me a couple seconds to get the lock picked and I pushed the door open. The overwhelming smell of sweat and jock hit me right away and I tried not to gag.

The room was completely dark and I felt around for the light switch, I found it and made my way to the shower.

The hot water felt amazing on my sore body. I probably smelt horrible to everybody else back home, especially if Dax was the one to tell me to take a shower.

I stayed in the shower until the water turned icy cold. When I got out, I quickly found my boxers and before I pulled the rest of my clothes on caught my naked reflection in the full length mirror.

I was pretty black and blue everywhere. The bruises on my left arm and rib cage were the worst. I relieved that's why it hurt to breathe. My face has a few cuts on it too and my eye was black. I don't remember hitting my face at all, but it all happened so fast.

I quickly got dressed, a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a yellow hoddie. I pulled the hood up, collected my dirty clothes, turned the light off, and walked out of the door.

When I got back to the warehouse Dax was waiting for me right in the living room.

"You look less homeless now," He said, grabbed my elbow and drug me right back out the door.

"Why do you want to go to this party so bad?" I asked my best friend.

He shrugged, "I heard some kids talking about it earlier and I wanted to check it out. They said it was going to be awesome."

"Since when do you care about awesome parties? In your book isn't a party awesome if there is booze and girls present?"

He grinned.

I knew that grin, he was up to something.

"Dude what are you up to?"

He looked at me, long and hard, "I don't want to tell you."

I raised my eyebrows, "Why not?"

"You won't approve."

"Tell me."

"This party is at some kid's house and he's like loaded."

"You mean he's rich?"

He nodded, "Well his parents are anyways."

"So you're gonna steal from this kid?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Well, duh. I mean it's the perfect scene, there's gonna be like a hundred kids there."

I rolled my eyes, "Why am I coming with you. I'm not helping you."

He shrugged, "What if I need help carrying stuff out?"

"What the fuck are you going to steal?"

He shrugged, " I don't know."

"Well to burst your bubble if you steal something too big, you're gonna get caught."

He glared at me, "I know that, Z."

"Then why the fuck am I coming? I want no part in this."

He shrugged, "I thought you might want to make some money. You know for college. We could go into business together."

"Dax, this isn't business. This is," I couldn't think of anything to describe this situation, "This is just plain illegal."

"Zion, we do illegal things on a daily basis."

"Yeah, nothing that will hurt anybody though."

He shook his head, "It's a shame you have morals. You could be the brains behind the whole operation."

"Considering you don't have one, yeah I would be."

He punched my arm, I sucked my breathe in, he hit the bruise on my left arm.

"Are you really still hurt?" He asked, concern inching into his voice.

I shrugged, "Just a little bruised."

We walked down the beach until we heard music and Dax's face split into a huge grin.

"You go, I'm gonna pretend like I don't even know you."

"Fine, but I will find you if I need you."

I shrugged, "We'll see."

He rolled his eyes and trudged on toward the huge house.

I sighed and continued walking towards the water. I stopped when I noticed a lone figure sitting right in front of the water. I didn't know who it was, but she was female with dark hair. Something about the way she was sitting down by the water all alone, made me want to approach her. I don't know why, but I felt this attraction that I'd never felt before.

I started walking towards her. I got probably ten feet away from her when she turned around. The person I saw wasn't who I expected at all. Zita Fuentes wasn't supposed to go to parties, she was supposed to be smart and stay out of trouble.

"Fuck, it's you. I thought you were somebody else." I muttered.

She looked at me, her face twisting with disgust. Apparently she wasn't very happy to see me. I could have fun with this.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and grinned at her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked me.

I shrugged, "This is my beach. I own it."

I plopped down next to her, she stiffened.

She glanced at my face for a long time, her eyes trailing up and down my body, "What happened to you?"

" I joined a gang," I said, still grinning.

She rolled her big, brown eyes.

I gave her my best smirk and laid back on the wet sand.

"I really hate parties," I told her.

"I really hate you, but you don't hear me complaining about it." She muttered under her breath, so quiet that I almost couldn't hear her.

I looked over at her, and she looked back at me, our eyes met and a shiver ran through my spine. It had to be the wind, it was cold out, I refused to think anything else of it.

The I just started laughing.

She looked at me, trying to hold back a smile, "What's so funny?"

I pulled myself together, "You, Zita Fuentes. You're a very funny girl."

She rolled her eyes, "You don't even know me."

I shrugged, "You traveled to your brother's skating competitions this summer."

She gave me a look that said, "You got to be kidding."

I smiled at her and she just shook her head.

"Are you planning to come back to school anytime soon?" She asked me.

I shrugged, "Not many people like me there."

"Well I would like to have a lab partner again."

"You're a smart girl, I'm sure you can handle it without me."

"I know I can handle it, I just am busy and it would help me a lot if I had a lab partner who showed up to help with some of the work."

"What's in it for me if I show back up on Monday?" I asked.

She shrugged, "A passing grade in chemistry."

I chuckled, "You think I really care about that?"

"Seems like you don't, actually."

"Seems you're right about that."

She looked over at me, "Who are you anyways? Why are you even here? You're not the type to be at parties. You have no friends. You wear sweatshirts in a hundred degree weather. Who are you?" She was getting frustrated.

I shrugged, "I'm just trying to be a normal kid."

She threw her head back and laughed, "Well it's not working."

She got to her feet and started walking back to the house.

"Hey!" I yelled after her and got to my feet, "Who are you trying to be? I know you! You're not supposed to be the kind to go to parties. You don't get drunk, you don't have sex, you don't do drugs. What the fuck do you do? Who the fuck are you to question me, when you're just as much as a nobody as I am. Zita Fuentes, who the fuck is that?" I shot back at her almost yelling.

She came closer to me, clearly pissed.

"No, I'm nothing like you," She was only a couple inches away from me.

I could feel that electricity I felt earlier when I first saw her again. I wanted her closer and I couldn't understand why.

I took a step closer, so we were practically chest to chest, "You don't even know me," I said calmly.

She looked up at me, surprised by how close we were. She was shorter than me by almost a foot, she was tiny. I liked tiny girls. Her dark eyes searched my green ones. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, she didn't kiss me back right away. When she did, it felt like nothing else.

Why was I kissing this girl? Why am I so stupid? Why was I feeling these feelings?

"Zion!" I heard somebody scream.

Zita scrambled back. I was shocked, she was shocked, we just looked each other in shock.

"Z!" Dax screamed sprinting towards me, four guys a lot bigger than him right on his heels.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered snapping out of daze.

"Z, abort mission. Abort mission!" Dax yelled running towards the front of the yard.

Two guys stopped and began my way.

"Dax, what the fuck did you do?" I shouted, trying to find my legs so I could run away.

I was too slow, when I did remember how to run, my body screamed in pain and I nearly collapsed onto the beach.

The guys closed in on me and I was being grabbed and punched and thrown to the ground.

"Stop!" Somebody was screaming.

I didn't have it in me to fight back, I just couldn't. My arm refused to move and legs refused to work. I just laid there letting the blows come.

"I didn't do anything," I screamed.

"Stop!" Somebody screamed again, it was Zita I could tell.

"Carson, stop!" She screamed, she was trying to pull the two guys off me.

Then they stopped and turned to Zita.

I saw she covered her mouth with her hands. Blood poured out of her hands and it wasn't my blood. It was hers.

"Carson, what did you do man?" One of the guys said.

"Oh my god, Zita. I'm sorry. I got carried away." The other guy said, it was Carson.

"Get away from me! Both of you," She cried as Carson tried to go to her.

"Zita, let me look." Carson said.

I struggled to stand up, but when I did I said, "She said go away. So get the fuck away from her."

Not Carson grabbed Carson's elbow and lured him away from us.

Zita looked at me, she looked scared and there was blood pouring down her arms.

"Here, let me see," I said, moving closer to her.

She backed away at first, but let me move her hands away from her mouth. Her top lip was split pretty badly.

"Yeah, that's pretty bad," I muttered.

She just grunted.

I unzipped my hoddie put it on the ground, slipped off my t-shirt and gave it to her, "Put that on your lip to help the bleeding."

Her eyes were eyeing the dark bruise on my rib cage and around my whole chest. Then her eyes traveled to my arms, first my left and then she froze on my right where my scar from forever ago was.

My face burnt red, nobody knew about that scare except for the kids I lived with and most of them don't even know how I got it. I turned my back to her and put my hoodie back on, covering myself.

"You drive here?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Give me your keys, I'll drive you home."

She hesitated, but dug in her pocket for her keys and handed them to me.

"You can't take me home. My dad will kill those guys if he sees me like this."

"So where to?"

"Take me to my brother's house. He'll know what to do. He'll help you out too."

I raised an eyebrow, "What?" I asked.

"Your eyebrow is bleeding, pretty badly," She said.

I put my hand over my eyebrow and sure enough, it came back sticky with blood.

I shook my head, "I'm fine."

She shrugged, "Fine then just drive me to Cruz's."

I nodded, "Okay."

I knew she was going to find a way to get me into Cruz's house, I could see a plan brewing in her eyes and for some odd reason, I still followed her to her car.

I know what you're thinking. This is going way to fast. Don't worry I got some ideas that aren't in play yet. So please review and let me know what you think.