(A/N): Yay! Another update! I wanted this up earlier this weekend, but I've been studying for two exams this upcoming week. I shouldn't even be writing this right now, but I can't just leave you hanging for too long! Thank you to Milkamoo97 (Hope this update will suffice), Dreamer1992 (No problem. I like giving the shout-outs!) and Cryss'BTRusher (Wow. That's just… Wow. Thank you! I didn't think this idea would become such a hit! I shall never quit writing. I love it too much!) for your reviews! I still don't own Big Time Rush nor do I own the episode, Big Time Party which is completed in this chapter. I also don't own Long Shot by Kelly Clarkson. And now, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 42: Warning Shot

Jo, Stephanie and Camille were waiting in Camille's bedroom waiting for Katrina to come out of the bathroom where she was changing into one of Camille's extra dresses. When Katrina walked out, the girls dropped their jaws. Katrina was wearing a short black dress with one sleeve over her right arm, making the cast on her left arm even more noticeable. She had a simple necklace around her neck with a black star at the bottom. Her high heels were the strapped ones that she wore at the boys' party.

"I don't think I should be in high heels this soon," Katrina noted, "And doesn't this make my cast stand out since it's blue and everything else is black."

"That dress is so you though!" Camille mentioned.

"She's got a point though," Stephanie agreed with Katrina, "My eyes went straight for the cast."

"Try this one," Jo held up a simple strapless red dress that his a black sash around the waistline.

"That one will make the cast stand out just as much," Camille argued. "If we wanted the cast to blend in then we should find a blue dress that would match. Which I don't have one in that color." Stephanie and Jo shook their heads, indicating that they didn't have any either.

"I kind of have one," Katrina admitted.

"But I thought you only owned that zebra dress," Jo commented.

"I don't have it here," Katrina explained, "I have it at my old house. It's stored in our basement. My parents always had a bunch of dresses and suits on hand in case we had to go to a random party. The only problem is that it's kind of hard to get to since my old house is burned and stuff."

"That sounds like perfect material for a horror movie," Stephanie spoke up, "Four girls wandering into an abandoned, falling apart house. Do you mind if I film when we go?"

"Wait a second," Jo got everyone's attention, "We can't go to a house that's falling apart. What if one of us gets hit by something? We all know how accident-prone Katrina is."

"HEY!" Katrina took it the wrong way.

"It's kind of true," Camille agreed.

"So, what do we do?" Stephanie asked.

"I can't believe you three convinced me to come here," Jo complained. The girls were standing in front of the burned down Wolff house. All of them had found helmets, mostly 'borrowed' from the guys' room, so they wouldn't get hit on the head by falling debris. Camille had her own from a previous role which she used since they couldn't get a hold of Carlos's helmet.

"Oh, learn to live on the adventurous side," Camille insisted. "Come on, let's go inside."

"Wait!" Stephanie's outburst caused the other three girls to look at her. She pressed a button on her video camera. "Okay, say that line again."

Katrina and Jo rolled their eyes, but Camille took the role on quickly, "Come on, let's go inside!" She ran for the front door and held it open for the others.

"Something bad is going to happen," Jo mentioned as she, Katrina and Stephanie made their way over to go inside. "I can feel it."

"Maybe there are ghosts of Katrina's siblings somewhere in here," Stephanie noted. "Wouldn't that be awesome?"

"No," Katrina and Jo replied.

"I really don't want to see them in a ghost form," Katrina continued, "I'd prefer to think back to the last time I saw them. They were partying, not having a care in the world. They didn't even expect anything horrible to happen that night."

"Katrina," Camille turned to the model, "I think that you should lead the way. You know this place."

"Right," Katrina agreed, "Stay close." She took the lead as she made her way through the burned down house with the other three following, Stephanie in the back, filming everything. The house was much lighter than it had been the last time Katrina showed up due to the outside light coming in through the openings in the house. Eventually, the girls had made their way to the stairs to the basement.

"There's no light down there," Stephanie observed. "I need light for filming."

"And we need light to find the dresses," Jo added.

"I brought a flashlight," Camille pulled her flashlight out as if proving it.

"Where did you have that?" Katrina asked, "You don't have a bag or anything to hold it in."

"You don't want to know," Camille answered, holding her flashlight out for Katrina to take it, "Trust me."

"You know what?" Katrina looked at the flashlight in disgust. "Why don't you hold it?" Camille shrugged as she turned on the flashlight, lighting the way down to the basement.

The girls could tell that there was a little fire damage as they made their way down the stone steps, but there wasn't as much damage as the rest of the house. The basement seemed to be the most stable area of the house. The flashlight lit up the area, showing that the basement was mostly empty except for a couch against the right side of the basement.

"We never stored much down here," Katrina explained as she walked towards a door on the opposite side of the room. "We were thinking of making it into a game room." She grabbed the handle and pulled open the door, making her way inside. The other three girls hesitantly followed.

As soon as Jo, Camille and Stephanie joined Katrina in the next room, a light came on and their jaws dropped. The room containing the dresses and suits was the about the size of a store. There were even dressing rooms and stairs on the other side of the room that led to another level filled with clothes. None of it seemed affected by the fire.

"Did I forget to mention that, technically, I'm a multibillionaire?" Katrina asked, smiling at the shocked looks on her friends' faces. They shook their heads.

"Wait," Camille popped out of her shock first, "If you have so much money, then why did you live in that rundown area? You could have taken a plane ride anywhere else in the world and made a nice living away from the paparazzi."

"You don't get it, do you?" Katrina replied, "LA's my home. I've never known another place. I can't just leave! I'd miss it too much."

"Enough to have wrecked the place apparently," Jo mentioned.

"Okay, so I hate the fame part of it, but I would gladly do any model shoot, concert, acting gig, whatever anyone throws at me if I could only just have one part of my old life back," Katrina shook her head as she thought of everything she had lost. "But, that's never going to happen. The guys can't find Evan, Brandon's moving on, my house is gone, I've lost contact with all my old friends from my school before the accident, I'm an executive at a business that I'm never needed at anyways, I can't model because my arm's broken and I'll never see my parents or siblings again. Nothing will ever be normal again."

"Katrina," Jo started, "Stop playing the pity card. Sure, you've had tons of losses, but you've gained some things too. An aunt and two cousins-"

"An amazing apartment with your newfound family," Camille continued.

"You've still got your business and Brandon," Stephanie added.

"You can model again when your arm heals because you've got dedicated fans that will wait," Jo went on.

"Evan's not completely lost," Camille commented, "He's still out there somewhere, probably looking for you too."

"A new boyfriend apparently," Stephanie mentioned.

Katrina didn't have time to be confused about this last one because all three girls finished, "And a whole bunch of new friends!"

Smiling at the three girls, Katrina replied, "Well, then why don't I let three of my closest friends pick out their dress to the dance from my own collection?"

"SERIOUSLY?" Camille, Stephanie and Jo asked excitedly.

"I'll lead the way," Katrina suggested, heading for the stairs. The other three girls looked at each other before they ran to catch up with her.

"I can't believe how many dresses you have," Camille spoke up as the girls made their way back up the steps. "That's the biggest collection of clothes I've ever seen, including stores!" All four girls were holding bags that had their dresses, shoes and jewelry inside.

"When I modeled, my dad would usually buy the outfit off of them," Katrina explained. "They wouldn't use it for anything else anyways. And my mom and I liked to go shopping often. We went every other week."

"You know what I've been wondering," Jo piped up, "If you're a multibillionaire, then why did you keep saying you're broke and stuff?"

"I don't have access to all the money," Katrina explained. "A certain amount is put into my bank account every month by my parents' lawyer for living purposes. I can't fully inherit it until I'm eighteen. And then, I can't touch it until it's legally divided up between me and Evan which means I'll have to find him before I can get it."

"That makes sense," Stephanie agreed, "They don't want you to get absorbed in the money." She still had her video camera rolling. "What I want to know is why this place didn't burn."

"My dad had it fireproofed cause of all the easily flammable material in here," Katrina explained. "Now, I want to ask you something. What did you mean by a new boyfriend?"

"Oh, you don't have to hide it anymore," Stephanie assured Katrina, "I saw that picture of you and James on the internet. You know, the one of you two kissing in Rocque Records?"

Katrina sighed in exasperation, "I should have known that was going to happen." She didn't get a chance to explain the picture because suddenly, a man in a ski mask jumped out from inside one of the suit racks, holding a gun up to the girls. They froze as they stared at the unknown man with wide eyes.

"Katrina Wolff," the man spoke. "I'm surprised to find you alive." He looked at the other girls before his eyes went back to Katrina, "Be careful. There are people out there who would want to change that. That day around two years ago was no accident. None of it was. Everything was planned out, except for you and your brother surviving. Even the ceiling falling on you when you last came here wasn't an accident." Katrina gasped at this. "My advice? Get out of the spotlight. Get out of this city. Get as far away as you possibly can. Otherwise, they'll go after you and your newfound friends and family. As these people have always said, it's dangerous to know a Wolff." He looked at the other three girls as though he was giving them as much of a warning as he was giving Katrina. "Whatever you do, don't come back here. They know about this place and this is one of the places they like to hang out. Now, go." With that, he disappeared into the suit rack again, leaving the girls stunned.

"I say we do what he says," Jo announced, pulling out of the trance first.

"Ditto," Camille echoed.

"And I got all of this on tape!" Stephanie seemed excited. The other three girls glared at her. "What? This makes perfect horror movie potential! I'm so sending this in to someone!" They rolled their eyes before they led the way out of the basement and then the Wolff house.

The elevator doors opened up for Rocque Records and the crowd parted to let the four girls out. Katrina, Camille, Jo and Stephanie all had their arms linked as they acted like they owned the path to the dance, walking down it. Most of the boys and some of the girls stopped what they were doing to watch the four girls who seemed to walk down in slow motion.

Katrina was wearing a light blue dress that matched her cast color with a sleeveless left arm. Her right arm was completely covered in a long sleeve. The stomach area of her dress was scrunched up with silver pieces sewn in at random places. The rest of the dress just had the plain light blue color with no design and it ended at the middle of her thigh. Her hair was pin straight. She had a necklace on that had a silver heart for the pendant that was engraved with vines and flowers along it. She also had silver heels, but they weren't very high so that her ankle wouldn't act up. She smirked at the boys that were staring at her and her friends.

"You were right, Katrina," Camille told her, "Model walking in is fun."

"No wonder the Jennifers do it so much," Jo mentioned.

"This is the first time that I think I can do anything," Stephanie added.

"That's why I do it," Katrina admitted. "Go on inside. I have to check in with Gustavo and Kelly." Katrina let go of Stephanie's left arm and went over to Gustavo's office to find him and Kelly. They looked up as the door opened.

"Cat!" Gustavo exclaimed, "Have you seen the dogs?"

"No," Katrina replied, "But I heard that you wanted me to sing a song too."

"Yes," Kelly answered instead of Gustavo. She pulled a piece of paper out of her binder and handed it to Katrina. "Gustavo wants you to sing this song."

Katrina looked at the sheet of paper with her eyebrows raised, "Cascada? She's in the dance genre. I can't really dance right now which is exactly why I'm failing my dance class. Plus, my voice isn't that good with those types of songs."

"I don't care about your school problems!" Gustavo yelled at her. "And I'm trying to find the genre that you fit in and the best way I can do it would be to give you songs of different genres to try."

Katrina rolled her eyes before responding, "Or you could ask me where my voice fits in best."

Gustavo waved her away, "Yeah, no. The talent never knows what they are." Katrina looked confused. "Now, get out of my sight. And remember, you go after the dogs." Katrina opened her mouth to say something, but seemed to think better of it as she sighed, aggravated, and then left Gustavo's office.

As soon as Katrina walked out, she noticed Stephanie, Jo and Camille over at the buffet table, boyless. Katrina made her way over to them.

"Hey, have any of you seen the guys here yet?" Katrina asked.

"No," the three other girls replied.

"They're hopeless," Jo complained. "Your cousin is just clueless."

"Oh believe me," Katrina mentioned, "I know."

"And Carlos is just… clueless too," Stephanie groaned. The three girls nodded their sympathy.

"Speaking of Carlos," Camille pointed down the hallway to where one of the Jennifers was turning the corner with Carlos on her arm. The only real problem was that Carlos wasn't himself. He was wearing a blonde wig, sunglasses, a sparkling pink jacket that covered a black shirt and silvery pants that he should NOT have been wearing.

"Oh Olaf," Jennifer spoke up as the crowd parted for her and Carlos. "You're so famous and my date tonight." The four girls standing by the buffet table looked on in confusion.

"Yeah Jennifer," Carlos replied in a fake accent, "Olaf will meet you on the dance floor." Then, Carlos suddenly ran off, leaving Jennifer all alone. Katrina, Camille, Stephanie and Jo looked at each other with their eyebrows raised before they heard Carlos's voice again, in a different accent. They looked to find Carlos at the end of the hallway again, on the arm of another Jennifer. "Yeah Jennifer. I am not just a soccer king, but I am your date, man." This time, he was wearing fake dreadlocks and a soccer uniform while he carried around a soccer ball.

"You said you thought you could do anything," Katrina turned to Stephanie. "Now's your chance."

"I should probably do something before things get worse," Stephanie admitted. She handed her plate to Jo and ignored the laughing Camille as she took Katrina's advice and went straight up to Carlos. "Carlos?"

"Yeah?" Carlos responded before he got hit by the blonde Jennifer. "No, I am Olaf." He got smacked again. "No, I am Ronaldaldo!"

Suddenly, they heard someone clear their throat. Everyone looked to the beginning of the hallway to find the third Jennifer standing there, waiting for Carlos. She strutted down the aisle and Carlos rushed away.

Carlos reappeared in his first outfit as he spoke, "I mean, Marcelo."

"That's Olaf," the Jennifer with the straight brown hair pointed out. "You're dating Marcelo."

"I'm dumping Marcelo," the Jennifer with the very curly hair proclaimed as she grabbed Carlos's arm. "He's stupid."

"Marcelo's not stupid," Carlos argued.

"Actually," the blonde Jennifer grabbed Carlos's other arm, "Olaf dumped you, for me." Suddenly, all three Jennifers began fighting over Carlos, each one demanding that he belong to her.

Finally, Stephanie had enough as she grabbed Carlos's wig, pulled it off his head and got his attention, "Carlos! Do you wanna dance?"

Carlos took off his sunglasses and gave the Jennifers a fed-up look before he answered, "Carlos would love to dance." He held out his arm and Stephanie took it before the couple made their way towards the dancing area. Carlos stopped for a second and turned to tell the Jennifers, "Oh, and ladies. Marcelo und Olaf and Ronaldaldo have left the building." He grabbed the wig from Stephanie and tossed it at the Jennifers. "And how hot is Stephanie! WHOO!" He then led Stephanie out of the room. She waved happily at her three friends still standing at the buffet table.

Jo shrugged as she put Stephanie's old plate down and she, Katrina and Camille turned back to each other.

"Well," Jo sighed. "Stephanie got a date to the dance and I CAN'T BELIEVE Kendall didn't ask me."

"James asked me," Katrina told them, "But he asked through a text. I mean, who does that?" The three girls shook their heads at the thought.

"Logan tried asking me," Camille revealed and Katrina went stiff as the words sunk in. "But he's really terrible at it."

Suddenly, they heard the neighing of a horse. The crowd parted again as Logan turned the corner, dressed in a prince's costume and riding a fake horse. Camille looked on in surprise, Jo looked confused and Katrina's eyes seemed like they were going to relinquish tears at any moment.

"Is that Logan?" Jo observed, "On a horse?" Logan's 'horse' carried him over to the three girls waiting at the end of the hallway.

"Hello my lady," Logan spoke to Camille, with only one slight guilty glance over at Katrina before completely concentrating on Camille again. "Would you like to accompany me to the dance?"

"SAY YES!" Kendall's and James's voices came from inside the horse.

Camille looked at Katrina and Jo who were on either side of her before she replied, "Heck yeah I will!" She threw her plate of snacks, went over to the fake horse and climbed on behind Logan so she could hold onto him.

"Onward, trusty steed!" Logan demanded as he smacked the 'horse's' head. A scream from James came from inside. As the group rode to the dance floor, the crowd began to applaud. Camille, getting into the spirit, smacked the 'horse's' butt, to a scream from Kendall.

Right before they left the hallway, Logan smacked it again only to have Kendall call out from inside, "Not a real horse!"

Suddenly, Mr. X popped up out of nowhere and announced to the crowd in the hallway, "Everybody! Let the dancing begin!" The crowd cheered and ran into the dancing area, leaving Katrina and Jo alone.

"Are you okay?" Jo asked Katrina whose eyes were already starting to tear up.

"Yeah," Katrina's voice was higher than normal. She wiped away some tears only to have them be replaced by more. "I'll be fine. I've still got James after all. I should go get ready for my performance later." With that, Katrina walked back down the hallway, turned the corner and continued until she reached the elevator. She pressed the button for the elevator and got in once it came. Then, she pressed the button for Penny's Pet Care.

Getting off on that floor, she found Tim sitting behind the front desk with no Brandon in sight. He looked up from his work, a confused look on his face.

"Weren't you supposed to be at that dance downstairs?" Tim asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," Katrina insisted. "Where's Brandon?"

"At home," Tim responded. "Listen, I know that you're my boss and that Brandon and I work together, but what are your policies about dating in the workplace?"

"I don't care," Katrina told him. "As long as it doesn't interfere with work, you can date Brandon. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm here to see the animals."

"Have you been crying?" Tim observed as Katrina began walking into another room.

"I still don't want to talk about it," Katrina mentioned over her shoulder as she shut the door behind her. She walked down the hallways that the boys had helped her build and her tears came back as she remembered all the memories of those days. Finally, she got to the place where she could always find her solace; the room where the dogs to be adopted out were kept. She smiled at the puppies before she slipped off her shoes and opened one of the cages to pull out a Dachshund puppy. Sitting down, she placed the puppy in her lap where he didn't stay long as he started to climb her to lick her face. She smiled and laughed, feeling better already.

As the boys ended their song, Stuck, the crowd began to cheer.

"That was great!" Kelly commented.

"Exceptional!" Mr. X exclaimed as he made his usual 'X' with his arms.

"I'm taking credit for all of this," Gustavo announced. "Now, Katrina's turn." He looked around as though expecting the model to appear right next to him. When a few moments passed and she still wasn't there, he yelled out, "WHERE'S THE CAT?" This caused the happy boys on the stage to look over at Gustavo as their smiles fell.

"Oh no," Logan spoke first, "Katrina's missing."

"This is all my fault," James admitted.

"What if she tries to kill herself again?" Kendall immediately thought the worst.

"We have to save Katrina!" Carlos exclaimed. The boys ran from the stage, heading for the door.

Suddenly, Kendall, Carlos and Logan stopped short. James continued going for a couple more steps before he realized that his friends weren't beside him. He turned to look at them, "What are you doing? We have to find Katrina!"

"What about our dates?" Carlos reminded them right as Camille, Jo and Stephanie showed up.

"Why isn't Katrina on stage?" Jo asked.

"Because she's not here," Kendall answered, "Meaning we should go find her."

"Or call her phone," Camille suggested. "Ask her where she is and remind her that it's her turn to perform."

"Great idea," Logan complimented his date as James pulled out his phone and called Katrina.

He had it on speakerphone as Katrina answered on the other end, "James, I don't want to talk to you."

"Wait!" Kendall called out to stop Katrina from hanging up.

There was a short silence on the other end before Katrina spoke again, her tone sounding confused, "Kendall? Why are you using James's phone?"

"You're on speakerphone," Carlos explained. "Where are you?"

"Gustavo wants you to sing," James reminded her, "You better come back before Gustavo kills us for not keeping track of you."

"I don't want to sing unless I get to pick the song," Katrina insisted.

"Then pick your song," Kendall suggested. "Once you're singing, Gustavo can't do anything about it."

There was a short silence before the group heard Katrina groan, "Fine. I'll be right there." Then, they heard the dial tone as Katrina hung up her phone. James hung up his phone as the boys turned around only to find Gustavo lurking behind them.

"WHERE'S THE CAT?" Gustavo yelled at them causing the three girls to pay attention too.

"She's on her way," Logan assured him.

"She better be," Gustavo glared at them before he left.

"Why did Katrina disappear anyways?" Camille asked. The boys looked at each other before they shrugged.

"You'll have to ask her yourself," Stephanie suggested.

"I think it's because she's got a big essay due in four hours that she hasn't even started yet," Jo mentioned. "She has to write it one handed, making things worse. And she has no idea where to start."

Before anyone else could say anything, Katrina showed up in the doorway, looking determined. Gustavo saw her and headed towards her to yell for not being there right after the guys, but Katrina didn't notice as she marched to the stage.

Gustavo stopped as Katrina climbed, the music cut off and she grabbed the microphone to speak, "Hello everyone. Most of you probably know me as either Kendall's cousin or as the last known surviving Wolff since I don't go to school with any of you. But, I'd like to dedicate this song to someone standing among you who has become special to me. I hope you enjoy this song." Katrina waved to the back where everyone looked and saw Tim standing there at the control board for the music.

"When did Tim get here?" Carlos asked as the boys looked back and forth between Tim and Katrina. Tim gave Katrina a thumbs up before he pressed a button on the control board. Instead of playing the music for the Cascada song that Katrina was supposed to sing to, the music for the song Long Shot by Kelly Clarkson came on. Everyone turned to stare at Katrina, Gustavo looking peeved, as Katrina began to sing.

Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
I felt it
The wire touched my neck and
Then someone pulled it tighter
I never saw it coming
I started to black out and
Then someone said 'Good Morning'
I took it as a warning
I should have seen it coming
So now I take a chance on
This thing we may have started
Intentional or not
I don't think we saw it coming
It's all adding up to something
That asks for some involvement
That asks for a commitment
I think I see it coming
If we step out on that ledge
My heartbeat, beats me senselessly
Why's everything got to be so intense with me
I'm trying to handle all this unpredictability
In all probability
It's a long shot but I say why not
If I say forget it, I'll know that I'll regret it
It's a long shot just to beat these odds
The chance is we won't make it, but I know if I don't take it there's no chance
Cause you're the best I've got
To take a long shot
I realize that there is all this doubting
Things we're both scared about that
We'll never see them coming
Throw caution to the wind and
We'll see what way it's blowing
And until it's fooling no one
We'll never see it coming
Until it's much too close to stop
My heartbeat, beats me senselessly
Why's everything got to be so intense with me
I'm trying to handle all this unpredictability
In all probability
It's a long shot but I say why not
If I say forget it, I'll know that I'll regret it
It's a long shot just to beat these odds
The chance is we won't make it, but I know if I don't take it there's no chance
Cause you're the best I've got
To take a long shot
Oh I waited for fact to come to fiction
And you fit my description
I never saw you coming
But we'll make it
It's a long shot but I say why not
If I say forget it, I'll know that I'll regret it
It's a long shot just to beat these odds
The chance is we won't make it, but I know if I don't take it there's no chance
No chance
Cause you're the best I've got
It's a long shot but I say why not
If I say forget it, I'll know that I'll regret it
Take a long shot
You didn't expect this
Oh you never saw me coming
You didn't expect this
Oh you never saw me coming

As the song ended, the crowd began to cheer. Throughout the entire song, everyone but the boys of Big Time Rush was dancing to Katrina's voice. The boys had stood on the sidelines with their mouths open in shock. They had thought that Katrina would have picked a song that was more depressing and slow rather than hopeful and upbeat. Katrina didn't seem to notice the cheering as she looked over at the guys before she got off the stage.

"I'm taking credit for that too," Gustavo told Kelly as everyone watched Katrina walk out of the room, Tim quickly following her. Kelly rolled her eyes as Gustavo began the music playlist so the teens could dance.

"Should we follow her?" Logan asked the group.

"She seemed happy in the song," Camille observed. "Come on, let's dance." She grabbed Logan and pulled him onto the dance floor. Stephanie smiled as she grabbed Carlos and pulled him away too. This left just James, Kendall and Jo.

"Well," Jo spoke to them, "It looks like this dance has a happy ending for everyone."

"Except," James realized, "I spent so much time helping Logan, I never got a chance to ask anybody to the dance."

Suddenly, a girl walked up to them, "Ah, no. You asked me." James looked confused.

"Uh no," Another girl came up to them, "He asked me." James seemed even more confused.

A third girl broke in between them, "No, he hit me with a flying dance disc." Kendall and Jo shared a look of anxiety.

A bunch more girls came up to surround the first three girls, insisting, "No, he asked me."

James leaned over to speak to Kendall, "Oh. Maybe I did ask a few girls out." The group of girls stared murderously at James. "Ladies! I'm gonna, I'm gonna go get some punch." He began to make his way through the girls, heading towards the door as slowly and delicately as possible. "You want some punch?" As soon as he cleared the girls, he sprinted away, the girls quickly chasing him.

Running down the hallway, the girls continued to chase James. He turned the corner to find Katrina and Tim just about to get into the elevator.

"Hold those doors!" James called out. Katrina raised her eyebrows, but stuck out her right arm to stop the doors from closing. James hopped inside and Katrina brought her arm back in so the doors could close, stopping the girls from attacking James.

"What was that about?" Katrina asked.

"I kind of accidently asked all of those girls to the dance," James admitted.

"Maybe I should have let them get you," Katrina scowled. "How could you do something like that?"

"How could you sing a song for Logan right in front of Camille?" James confronted Katrina. She didn't answer. "Yeah, I know that was for Logan."

"You don't know me," Katrina told him.

"Okay, so that wasn't for Logan?" Katrina didn't answer James. "You know that I'm available. Everyone says that we should be together."

"Not everyone," Katrina pointed out. "Tim, who do you think I should be with Logan or James?"

"I'm not getting involved in this!" Tim held up his hands right as the doors opened for Penny's Pet Care. He bolted from the elevator and disappeared within the hallways of the business. James and Katrina looked at each other before James leaned forward and pressed the button for the ground floor.

"He's not saying because he knows I'm right," James insisted.

"Or he knows that I'm right."

"Okay, who doesn't want us to be together?"

"Kendall."

"He doesn't count. He's your cousin. He doesn't want you to be with anyone!" Katrina opened her mouth, but James spoke first, "And don't say Logan because Logan has Camille now, so he has no say anymore either." Katrina shut her mouth. "See? You can't find anyone!"

"Oh, I have one," Katrina told him. "Me. I don't want us to be together." She wouldn't look at him as she said it.

"You're lying," James accused.

"No I'm not."

"Then look me in the eyes and tell me that." Katrina looked him in the eyes and opened her mouth to say it, but found she couldn't. She looked away, a conflicting look on her face. James noticed this. He sighed, "Okay Katrina, I have to tell you something."

Suddenly, the elevator doors opened and a man was standing there, staring at the couple on the elevator. Katrina went wide eyed as she recognized that it was the same guy that she, Jo, Camille and Stephanie had seen at Katrina's old house. She recognized his body shape as he was still wearing his black ski mask. He smirked at her.

"Just making sure that you remember my warning, Katrina," the man told her, "Don't want your loved ones to regret it." He smirked at James before he walked away.

James looked at Katrina, "What was that about?"

"I've got something to tell you too," Katrina mentioned. "But first, I finally have a topic for my paper." She led James to the door to leave the building.

"What is it?" James asked.

Katrina stopped at the door so she could turn to him, "The drama of high school dances." She opened the door to be blinded by the flashing lights of paparazzi. She quickly closed the door and looked at James, "Maybe I should do some more research first."

"Good idea," James agreed as they headed back to the elevator to go join the others at the dance.

(A/N): Whoa. Drama. Then again, most school dances have drama involved. At least the ones I went to have… So, does Logan know that Katrina sang the song about him? Or does he think it's about James? Do the boys know about the Jamina kiss picture on the internet? Who is that guy with the ski mask? What did he mean by it not being an accident? Is Jamina together now or is what James has to say going to contradict it? Why did Jo cover for Katrina? Will Camille learn about the past sort of relationship that Lorina had? Will Katrina ever finish her essay or is she doomed to fail? And will the boys ever find out what happened to Evan? You'll have to wait to find out! Until then, review and happy reading!