AN: I am really angry because the laptop just lagged and I haven't saved the beginning of this chapter. Argh. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one even if the original was... deleted. XD Thanks for the reviews by the way and keep them coming!

No one else knows the feeling inside
We hang up the phone without saying goodnight
Because it's the sound of your voice that brings me home
It's never been easy to say
But it's easier when I've gone away

- Wait For Me, Theory of A Deadman

Their laughters echoed throughout the restaurant. Jonah was shaking his head and trying hard not to laugh.
Violet, on the other hand, was enjoying the story.
"I can't believe Principal Wilson didn't catch us." he chuckled.
"You, sir, are one trouble maker." she giggled. Jonah nodded. "Indeed I am."
Their laughter faded and Jonah started to notice how Violet was well prepared for this evening.
Her hair was rounded up in a bun and her make up emphasized her eyes. Her violet orbs that looked like the city lights during a busy night.
Her dress was simple yet admirable. She's beautiful.
"I do hope, milady, enjoyed her dinner." Jonah smiled.
"Yes, she certainly did." Violet said in a british accent which made Jonah laugh.
"You look very beautiful, Violet." he said in all seriousness. Violet's cheeks flushed red and she didn't know what to say.
"T-thanks, Jonah."
"I hope you feel alot better now." he added.
"I do." she smiled.
After dinner, Jonah decided to take Violet to a special place. Jonah's car stopped in a place outside the city where they could both see the lights.
But it's not just the city lights, it was also the sky that made it beautiful. The stars were like decoration in a large dark blue ceiling, which was the sky.
"It's beautiful." Violet exclaimed as she stared up at the sky and at the city.
"I used to go here whenever I need to think back memories." he said calmly, putting his hands on the back of his head. "Whenever I see the sky, it's like... I'm flying." he admitted.
Violet agreed. When she was back at Metroville, she would stare at the sky during the sleepless nights. It made her feel better.
"Mom used to tell me that if I ever feel lonely... I just need to stare at the sky... and remind myself that her and me are staring at the same sky... even if we're miles away."
"You know why I took you here, Violet?" he asked. Violet didn't have any idea at all.
"So that whenever I'm away.. You can look at the sky and remember me." he said.
Violet didn't know what to feel about what he said. She just sat there and stared at him.
"By the way, who's the guy earlier? On your apartment? Your older brother?" Jonah asked.
Oh crap. she thought. "He's a.. friend." she replied. "And don't worry about it."
Jonah shrugged and smiled.

Jonah drove her back to her apartment.
"Thanks for... tonight, Jonah." she said. "I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome, Violet." he smiled.
She walked back to the apartment. She noticed that the lights in Buddy's room was already off and he might be sleeping by now so she quietly walked back to hers.
Violet dropped herself to her bed and stared at the ceiling. What am I suppose to feel about this? Why am I not happy at what happened tonight? she thought.

The next morning, Antonette kept asking what happened, but Violet only gave her brief details about it. She wasn't really in the mood.
There was an uproar on the Xavier Hall. It was the Elites.
"What are the Elites?' Violet asked.
"They are senior students. Not all seniors were called Elites. Only 1/4 of them are members of the group. They're like a league of future superheroes. Like all seniors, most of them will spend their time on the Nest. " Antonette explained.
"The Nest?"
"Yes, it's the aerial base of NSA, which is located in a secret location nobody really knows." she grinned. "It's like a field training."
"That's Cara. She's the leader... She's Gazerbeam's daughter." Antonette said.
Cara was a tall girl, and has a chesnut brown hair with a perfect athletic body. She walks like she owns the whole place.
Gazerbeam. The name seemed familiar. Then Violet realized it was one of Syndrome's victims.
"Elites are so cool. I wanted to be one of them, one day." Antonette sighed.
Violet stared at Cara and she stared back as she passed by. Her eyes. They were deadly... and emotionless.
"I thought you said they'd spend time on the Nest." Violet asked.
"Yes, they will. But sometimes they'd go down in the university to run some errands."
Something about Cara doesn't feel right and Violet can feel it.

Violet came home and noticed that Buddy was with somebody.
"Hey, Buddy." she interrupted. Buddy turned to her. Oh bum. He remembered that he didn't told Violet that Alfred was coming over.
"Care to introduce me to your friend?" she smiled, a threatening smile.
"Oh, Alfred. Meet-"
"Violet?" Alfred interjected. "Buddy was talking about you most of the time." he held out his hand.
"Did he told you how annoying I was?" Violet raised her eyebrow.
"Yeah. I did." Buddy said.
"No. Actually he told me how lovely you are." Alfred said. "I guess he wasn't lying."
"Really?" Violet chuckled. "He didn't pay you or anything, did he?"
"Nope. Saying the truth." Alfred grinned.
"Al, stop it." Buddy whispered and elbowed him. "Hey, Vi. Aren't you busy? You were going to make an essay about the French revolution, right?"
"I actually have a lot of time." she replied.
"Aw c'mon, Vi. The earlier to start, the earlier you'll finish." he said as she led her to her room.
"Nice meeting you, Al." Violet said.
Alfred waved to her as Buddy shut the door close.
Buddy mouthed the words 'Alfred, I'm going to kill you' and Alfred could only let out a laugh.

Eventually, Violet came out after few hours. Buddy and Alfred were still working on their 'project'. Violet decided to make sandwiches for Alfred and Buddy.
"We needed another insulator. I'm gonna go and look at the hardware. I'll be back in a bit." Buddy said and left.
Violet prepared a snack for both of them and placed them on the table.
Alfred thanked her. "So... you and Buddy are?" she asked.
"Technically, 'classmates'." he smiled.
"You're on the reform program too? Can I ask why?"
"Well.. I'm Detonator's son." he confessed. "Killed lots of people while helping my dad."
Violet felt guilty for asking him. "NSA captured both of us and they gave Dad a chance... but he didn't accept it. He was too... consumed." he said. "I wanted to change that. I wanted to tell myself that I'm not like him so I took that chance and here I am. A changed man."
"Alfred..." Violet said. "It wasn't your fault."
"I killed thousands of innocent people, Parr." he said.
"You were used. But you changed."
"So did Buddy." Alfred said. "He might killed those people on purpose but... Buddy was blind that time. He was too blind to see the right and wrong. The same way I was blind."
Violet finally realized what Alfred was telling her. That people are capable of changing. Everyone can change.
"Do you think Buddy would stay here if he wanted to kill you?" he asked.
"Well, he would if he was planning something." she replied.
Alfred shook his head. "No, Parr. Buddy stayed because he wanted to pay his debt. He wanted to show you who he really is now. The man you knew was Syndrome. The man he is right now... that's Buddy Pine."
Violet didn't say anything. She just looks at Alfred and let out a deep sigh. He was right. She realized how awful she treated Buddy.
"And Violet.. he did say you were lovely." Alfred said.

When Alfred left, Violet wanted to talk to Buddy. She didn't know what she was going to say... or how she'll say it.
Buddy was cleaning the living room when Violet approached him. Her hands were shoved in her short's pockets and she was wearing an oversized shirt.
She cleared her throat to catch Buddy's attention. "Hey, Buddy. Did you finish the thing you were doing?" she asked.
"Yeah. Finally. It's been a week and I was getting a headache because of it." he let out a soft chuckle.
Violet looked uneasy. "Buddy... I was.. I." she stammered. "I wanted to say sorry..."
"About what?" Buddy asked.
"I was a jerk... I was being bitchy on you for the past few weeks... months... You didn't deserve that." she said.
Buddy looked down to the trash he was holding, trying to think of the words he was going to say.
"It's fine, Vi. Afterall, I tried to kill your family and kidnap-"
"No, Buddy. That wasn't you."
"What do you mean?"
"That's Syndrome. And as far as I know Syndrome isn't here anymore." she said as she walked towards Buddy.
"Yeah, he got sucked in a jet turbine." he said.
"But Buddy Pine survived." Violet said, patting his shoulder. "I'm proud of what you are right now, Buddy."
"Violet..." Buddy exhaled. "I... Did you drink something?"
"I was being nice, you ass." she said.
"See? That's the Violet I know." he laughed. "But thanks, Vi. That meant a lot to me."
"No problem, roomie." she grinned. She turned to her room but Buddy grabbed her wrist.
"Vi."
"Hmm?"
"I was wondering..." he looked at her. He felt a heavy feeling in his chest. It was the anxiety creeping in. "nothing... just... forget about it." he let her go.
Violet furrowed her eyebrows, but Buddy kept on cleaning. She went back to her room and Buddy stared at her.