Zoey's P.O.V.

I knew what I did was wrong. I thought about it, and then it clicked. Obviously, Mal was influencing me in some way. I jumped from my bed right as Lindsay danced in, humming.

"Oh hey, Zanna!" Lindsay waved unnecessarily.

"Hey, Lindsay. Do you know where Cameron might be?" I ignored her attempt at getting my name right, which she failed.

"Well, we all just finished watching the new show, maybe he's still in there. Oh! When you come back can you tell me who that host guy is? He looks kind of familiar, but I just can't think of who it is." Lindsay blathered.

"Yeah, sure." I ran out of my room, I needed to apologize to-

"Oof!" Came from the person I ran into.

"S-sorry, I have to go." I didn't even look at who it was. They grabbed my arm when I tried to run.

"Before you go, I just wanted to congratulate you." His voice made me shiver.

I sighed and turned to look up at him. Nothing was new about him besides the slight smile on his face, obviously from my recent outburst. "What do you want, Mal?"

"I just said I wanted to congratulate you." He raised an eyebrow at me. "You're finally coming to realize that everyone needs to know what idiots they are."

"No! I didn't mean to yell at Cameron." I protested. "Let go of me!"

Mal quickly let go at my shouting. A few people poked their heads out and Mal glared at me.

"Leave me alone, Mal!" I continued to shout.

He did the exact opposite though. He took a step forward, forcing me to back into a wall that I'm pretty sure wasn't there before. "You're forgetting that I don't care about what people think of me." He grinned. "Unless, of course, they're terrified."

"Hey!" Leshawna cut in. "Leave her alone, you-"

"Shut up." He said calmly, his eyes closed.

"Shut- who do you think you are?" The black girl asked.

Mal turned around, but I caught the malicious grin on his face. "I can be your worst nightmare."

I couldn't see what happened. I knew that Leshawna was standing in her doorway and I knew that Mal had shut the door, but I couldn't see why Leshawna had screamed. That is, until I saw Mal get out of the way. Her fingers were still poking out of the completely closed door, and I knew what caused the crunch I heard.

Mal's P.O.V.

Eventually it would have come. People would know that I wasn't as 'innocent' in my evil ways. I wasn't afraid to hurt. I wasn't afraid to do the 'wrong' things. And I wasn't afraid to get rid of the people in my way to get what I wanted.

Zoey's P.O.V.

I don't know what happened after that. I didn't faint, I know that. But my wind wouldn't go away from the image of Leshawna fingers stuck in the door. Probably crushed. Bile rose up my throat when I finally looked around. Why wasn't I in the hallway? Why wasn't in my room? Whose room was I in?

"You woke up." Mal's voice came from somewhere else. I looked over at the corner of the room. Once again, Mal was waiting for me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing could come out. I looked at his hands, his arms had fallen in between his legs. I didn't understand his weird way of sitting, but that's besides the point.

All I could think of was how those hands had hurt Leshawna. And then I realized that he could have done more. What else were those hands guilty of?

Mal stood up and walked over at me. He bent down to look eye-to-eye with me. "Now you know." He made a noise in content.

I tried speaking again, but this time Mal cut me off.

He looked down when saying, "I've realized that whatever Mike had once felt for you, I might be feeling somewhat the same." He looked up, he wasn't embarrassed though. His face was cold. "So I had to show you what I'm like. More of what I'm like."

The only thing I could say in response was, "How did you get me here?"

Mal stood up again and walked back over to his chair. He sat down. "People were too focused on Leshawna's 'poor' hand to notice me leaving. They didn't notice when I took you by the shoulders and guided you to my room either."

I nodded, all I wanted was to leave, but would he let me? Mal wasn't crazy, or that crazy at least, to not let me leave. Still, I found myself wanting to know some things. Why did he feel compelled to do such nasty things? Why did he have to hurt, both physically and verbally? And did he really feel that way towards me?

"Zoey!" Cameron's voice came from the other side of the door. "Are you in there?"

Mal shot me a glare, but I said, "Yes," anyway. Cameron opened the door. He suddenly looked relieved to see me sitting on the bed, unharmed, and Mal sitting on the other side of the room.

"I heard what happened to Leshawna and I couldn't find you anywhere, so I... Are you alright?" He asked awkwardly.

I got up, my legs were shaky still. "Yeah. Let's go."

I started to walk away when I felt Mal's hand again on my wrist. He spun me around quickly before staring at my face. I could see it there, what he told me about earlier. His lips touched me, gently. I felt pain in my side. I looked down to see the knife. No blood, but the knife was plainly sticking out of my side.

"Zoey!" Cameron's voice became clear through my thoughts. I was sitting on the floor on my knees. No sharp objects were jutting from me. And Mal was still sitting in his seat.

"What happened?" Cameron asked when he noticed I had shaken myself out of whatever I was in.

My hand went to my side, almost as though to aid a non-existent injury. "Nothing." I whispered, letting Cameron help me up.

"You're looking green. Let's get you to the clinic." Cameron rushed me out of the room, which I was fine with. Mal was literally making me go crazy. What if Cameron thought I was going crazy too?

Cameron's P.O.V.

This was all my fault. I knew that Zoey knew something about what had happened to Mike, but she wouldn't say anything. My thirst for knowledge got the better of me, along with the thought of betrayal from on of my best friends. Things must have been tough for Zoey. I knew her mom was gone, but I didn't know why. I knew her dad must have been going through a difficult time with his job because he was always home, but Zoey didn't seem to notice. I knew Mike was gone, but Zoey wasn't as worried as she would, no should, have been. Everything was messed up and I snapped at her, it drove her over the edge. She yelled at me, not Commando Zoey, but plain pissed off Zoey. And you don't see that at all. I wasn't thinking right and I thought she was getting nervous because she did know something.

Then, after I overheard Beth's frantic voice that Leshawna's hand was hurt, I bolted. I just knew it had something to do with Mal, and whatever had to do with Mal also seemed to have to do with Zoey. She wasn't in the Girls' dorms. I went to the next possible place, Mal's room. Panic had risen when I knew she was in there. But it quickly died down when I saw she was unharmed. All I thought about was getting her away from Mal, but I didn't want to get him angry. I had saw the condition of Leshawna's hand, and, to sum it up, there was blood on the floor.

The next thing I knew, she had fallen with a terrified look on her face. She was shaking all over and she wouldn't get up. But that wasn't what surprised me the most. What surprised me the most was when Mal almost stood up in surprise. And then when his face displayed obvious worry about Zoey. I couldn't see exactly how he looked, but I saw it all from the corner of my eye. Everything Mal seemed to do now involved Zoey. Was Mal trying to steal her from Mike as a way of revenge? And then, like in all books and movies, he started to develop feelings for Zoey? If this was what was happening, I had to keep Zoey away from Mal at all means necessary.

As I guided Zoey to the nurse, a thought ran into my mind. What if Zoey felt the same towards Mal?

SONG RECOMMENDATION: You haven't Had Enough by Marianas Trench

Cameron's starting to realize what's happening. And, as requested, Mal and Zoey made more contact. Was this a good chapter? I loved Cameron's thoughts at the end. I like explanations from other people's point of views... hmm, could I become a detective then? Haha, so even Mal admitted his feelings towards Zoey, though he kept it a little more vague then he should. I'd also like to reassure you that Zoey is obviously going to change in some way in this story, but she will NEVER become evil like Mal. Zoey's nature is being nice, she would never be able to completely change. Just reassurance.

Oh, I realized that my poll wasn't on my profile, it should be there now. SO, if you like Hey, Arnold vote on story for me to write.. blah blah blah.

The song I recommended kind of combines with the "I'm going to get the ending right," for Zoey's little scenes she's been seeing and Mal's feelings with basically the confession and all. (P.S. The one(s) that suggested a Cher Lloyd song, I've taken a note to put one down in an upcoming chapter.)

Please review! Was this good? Bad? Tell me specifically what is good and bad! (Is it good that viewers have resorted to virtually punching me in the face?)Thank you for reading.