Disclaimer: I don't own The Suite Life On Deck, Disney does, okay? I don't even own this story. This was originally written by deathlyhallows123, who has graciously allowed me to continue it. Thanks a bunch! And BTW, I've added a couple of extra nuggets into this first chapter.

HOW COULD YOU?

Chapter 1: A Life in Limbo

Bailey walked down to the Sky Deck, enjoying the night sky. She felt so much bliss walking down and relaxing in the night sky. So what if the tour of the chocolate factory didn't go well? She still could enjoy the night sky, hopefully with a new guy. Why bother about Cody?

She relaxed on top of the rails, steadying herself with her hands. This was a wonderful view of the ocean. She smiled and relaxed. This ocean breeze was great. You couldn't get it like that back home in Kettlecorn.

Bailey felt a hard hand on her shoulder. She turned around, and saw a gun to her face.

"What-what-what do you want?" she asked in fear. She couldn't see much, because of the large white hats on their heads. Oh crap.

"We have come aboard to take you back home."

Bailey trembled. Why where they here? "Who sent you?"

The two guys she could see started to smirk. "Someone who wants to make you his bride."

What? She was only in her senior year. But she thought she knew who it was. "Well, tell Moose that I'm staying here."

"Well, Miss Princess of Kettlecorn, he isn't taking no for an answer." The guy smiled evilly and moved his hand toward her hair. Bailey wished someone would come and spot them. Someone with a gun, or maybe Zack with a paintball gun.

Suddenly, the first guy was kicked overboard. The other guy was disoriented, and Bailey made a break for her cabin and London. She could see some guy fighting the racists, and he had a mop of blonde hair on his head. As she got away, she slowed down, relaxing herself. Suddenly, she heard three gunshots. Next thing she heard was, "We'll get her next time!" and a sound of a helicopter leaving.

Bailey debated going over and checking on the guy who saved her life, or just going back and relaxing. She chose the latter, considering she had had a long today and the person who saved her was a birdbrain yet brave.

She went back to her room, and hit the hay. London was already there, sound asleep. Bailey needed a break, and she had more things to worry about than some birdbrain who had risked his life for her.

(In the morning)

Bailey woke up, and saw five ridiculously angry faces above her. Zack, London, Woody, Addison and Maya were all standing over her, and they were angry beyond belief.

"What do you want guys?" Bailey asked, hoping this was just an act.

"We want to know why you abandoned the person who saved your freaking life!" Zack screamed at her

Bailey said innocently, "I don't know what you mean." But she knew exactly what he meant.

"Oh yeah, of course you don't. You don't remember that the KKK ambushed you to take you home until someone saved you." Zack replied angrily.

Bailey was taken aback. How did they know this? "Okay, so maybe I do know what you mean. But I had no choice. What if they were still there?"

Zack just gave her the most disdainful look she had ever seen, and he stormed out. Maya left with him, shooting Bailey a look of disgust. It was just Woody, Addison, and London left.

"Guys, what the feathers is going on?"

Woody just looked at her sadly. "Your life was saved by Cody, and you abandoned him. At least after you heard the gunshots, you could have chased him down and made sure he was alright."

Bailey laughed her most mirthless laugh, and for some reason, didn't believe it was Cody. "Guys, come on. Cody has the upper body strength of a gerbil. He couldn't save anyone from a worm, let alone two grown men."

"Well, SURPRISE!" screamed the normally cheerful Addison as she got in Bailey's face. "He did!" Bailey was frozen as she had never seen this side of Addison. But it was Addison's next words that shook her to her core. "And you left him there, lying in a pool of his own blood."

Woody just stared at her. He left the room muttering, "She doesn't deserve him, she doesn't deserve him!" Addison followed close behind, attempting to comfort him.

Finally, it was just London, who sat down next to her. Surprisingly, she was being the most gentle out of all of them.

"Bailey, how could you do this to Cody? He loved you."

To Bailey, the word loved made her feel scared. Was he dead?

"Tell me, is he dead?"

"No. He got shot in the ribs and needs massive surgery. I'm happy he isn't dead. But you would like that wouldn't you?"

"London-"

"Save it, Bailey." She was getting angrier by the moment. "He loved you, he cared enough to die for you. You don't love him, you can't even treat him right. You know what Bailey, ever since you two broke up, you've been acting like a b**** to him and to all of us. Sometimes, I don't even know what happened to that lovable, kind farmgirl from sophomore and junior year. You've become all mean and b****y. We all told you that you were out of Cody's league, but he loved you anyway. What kind of girl would do that to a guy like him? I don't like Cody as anything more than a friend, but any girl would love to be with him. He's smart, sweet, and sensitive. And you gave him up. So do everyone a favor, Bailey. Don't talk to him. He may not live, so we want his last moments to be with his friends, not with some witch who broke his heart so many times."

With that, London stormed out angrily. She headed in the direction of the infirmary.

Bailey got up and took a shower. She wanted to see Cody. She had no idea what made her behave like that the past two days. She needed to see Cody.

She marched down towards the infirmary. She needed to see the guy that she loved, no matter what.

She saw a big African American man blocking the entrance to the infirmary. He asked, "Name please."

Bailey was surprised. "Why do you need me to give a name?"

"President Obama is giving a young man here the Congressional Medal of Freedom for anti-terrorism. Name please."

Bailey stiffly replied, "Bailey Pickett."

The man checked his list. "Yes, you're on a list."

Bailey sighed in relief. At least her friends understood she wanted to see Cody. "Thanks, I'll go in now."

"Hold on Miss Pickett. You're on the list for never letting in no matter how much you beg. You won't see him at all."

Bailey was stunned and turned away. Did one lapse of judgment mean this was how she would be treated from now on? Who was she kidding? She deserved this. How could she treat Cody the way she did? Bailey just wished she could be cast away.

Bailey walked towards Tutweiler's class. Maybe she could help her. She arrived and saw Miss Tut there. She was writing something on her classroom board.

"Miss Tutweiler, can you help me? No one is speaking to me, and everyone hates me. Can you just explain to me why they are acting like this?"

Miss Tut had no contempt in her eyes, only pure pity. "Of course Bailey, I'll talk to you. They despise you because Kirby showed them the video of Cody saving your life, and you running away. They despise you because you didn't have the decency to go back for him."

"Miss Tutweiler, I was running for my life!"

She nodded sympathetically. "We know that, but there still was no reason to keep running after you heard the helicopter leave. You could have gone and checked on him. Bailey, Cody is one of a kind. I have never seen someone so wonderful and loving. He cares about you much. You broke his heart, abandoned him, and broke his heart so many other times. How could you do that at the chocolate factory? Sure, there were some things that he shouldn't have done or said, but he's at least TRIED to fix things between you two. And what have you done? Absolutely nothing! Bailey, Mr. Moseby wanted to revoke your scholarship and have that pay for Cody's surgeries. He has repeatedly told me he never wants to see you again. Luckily, I stepped forward and London offered to pay for Cody's health care costs. Bailey, his life is in limbo. The doctor's aren't sure he'll live. He loved you, and you didn't appreciate him. Everything he did, he did for you. He is so out of your league!"

Miss Tutweiler left the classroom with a huff. It was clear she had gotten mad at her too.

Bailey sat down and started sobbing. She hated herself. Why couldn't she appreciate Cody?

To Be Continued