Hey guys, I'm getting into the last couple of chaters now, so I hope you like them. I'm sorry I haven't been updating, my schoolwork has been eating me up alive. Thanks for your continued support, I love you all!

Present:

It was Biology class. I was sitting very stiffly in my chair, trying to ignore the fact that Alex was right next to me. She kept giving me curious glances, and I could tell she was wondering about me telling her mom.

Why couldn't everyone just solve their own problems? I'm only one senior... how am I supposed to fix everything that goes on in my friend's lives.

I bet you guys are wondering why Miley is still in school. Because she decided she 'wanted' to stay back and earn more credits. Personally, I think she just didn't pass any classes until senior year, and then realized she was screwed. But that's just me.

Anyways, I'm staring down at my desk, tuning Mrs. Fawn out because it's stuff I already know. I don't even know why I'm here, Tess is gone for some weird reason.

"Mitchie. Mitchie! Answer me!" Alex is whispering at me furiously under her breath. Finally, she takes out her phone and types a message.

My phone rings a second later. Dang, I forgot to turn it on silent.

All eyes are on me as I get the device out and turn the volume down. I glare at Alex for a second after reading the text.

Answer me.
"Why'd you have to text me!" I blurt, wondering how she got my new number so quickly and forgetting for a split second that I was trying to avoid drama. And Alex Russo's middle name was drama. Heck, she probably bathed in drama every day before school.

"Because it was the only way to get your attention, apparently." She answers under her breath.

"Look, could you just leave me alone."

"I could. But I'm not going to. C'mon Mitch, we need to talk."

"We have nothing to discuss. I'm sick of fixing everyone's problems. I'm sick of dealing with all this drama that's not even mine. I'm sick of being friends with people who stab me in the back and then expect something else, and I am sick of being friends with you."

The whole class was silenty staring at me now. I let my middle finger show them how I felt about that. Soon enough they were all turned back around in their seats, doing work.

"Ms. Torres, that is no way to act or speak in a classroom." Mrs. Fawn narrows her eyes. "Are you high?"

"No." I answer flatly.

Alex is sitting next to me, completely still. Her eyes are wide, and it looks like she's in shock. Apparently she was suprised at my words.

The only sound was the scratching of pencils on paper. Then the door pushed open and everyone gasped.

It was Tess, but not the regal, I'm-so-perfect Tess. She was completely bald for one thing. Her right eye had a dark purple hue around it, and a bruse was forming on her left cheek. One arm was in a sling, and the other was holding up a crutch, because her right leg was in a cast.

"Well, Ms. Tyler." Mrs. Fawn was obviously not affected. "You are almost thirty minutes late."

"Sorry, I had a doctor's appointment."

She limped over to her seat and avoided eye contact with me. I watched Alex from the corner of my eye, and she seemed quite amused at the spectacle.

Now my curiousity was killing me. I send a silent text to Alex.

She checks her phone under the table when it vibrates slightly. A few seconds later my message box lights up.

I thought you were sick of me.

I sigh and put my phone away. I should've known that after that outburst Alex wouldn't respond. I mean, who was I, God? I can't solve her issues with a wave of my hand. And on top of that, I not only have her problems to deal with, but now Shane, the guy Alex warned me about, has done exactly what I thought was impossible of him.

The bell rings and I gather up my stuff and leave to my next class. I can't seem to force myself to sit with Alex, so I lean back on the wall that was so familiar and scan the crowds. I remember the first time I had seen Alex.

Flashback:

You know, lunch isn't all that exciting for me. I just stare at people. Yeah, I know, stalkerish, but whatever.

Someday I'm going to make some friends to eat with, but then, if you really think about it, what's the point? Who knows who you'll be friends with at the end of the year. High School is so full of drama I'm not even sure I want to get involved with the whole social group thing. I'd rather avoid it and stick to my cozy little spot on the back wall.

So here I am, sometimes making eye contact with people, but they always look away. I sweep my eyes over the entire cafeteria table, when I feel someone watching me.

It's a girl. She's sitting alone at the table in the back, and her gaze is burning holes in my shirt.

Our eyes meet, but she doesn't look away. They always look away.

Her silky brown hair is flipped back behind her shoulders, but she doesn't break eye contact. Her gaze is a chocolate warmth that spreads over me.

The red lips quirk up, and now she's smirking at me. Smirking. What did I do to make her smirk like that?

Still we stare at eachother. Her red t-shirt brings out her lipstick, and it appears she likes to rebel, becasue she has a baseball cap fitted snugly to her head. We're not supposed to wear hats in school.

I make my eyebrows go up and down at her, and I can see her laugh, but I can't hear the sound. Her smile is beautiful...

My eyes are watering because I still haven't blinked. Stars are blinking in front of my eyes, and my brain is screaming at me to let my eyelids close for a second and relieve me. But I still stare at the girl, drinking in everything. Something about her just... just makes me want to go over there and make a friend.

Finally, I can't take it anymore. I blink. When my eyes next open, the girl has vanished. The bell is ringing, and my heart is complaining that I didn't get that extra second to just look at her.

Present:

School is over, and I go out into the parking lot and see Shane waiting by my car, pacing back and forth and looking over the crowds of people that are pushing their way out of the high school and into the sunlight.

"I'll get rid of him for you." Miley appears next to me, and she see's my dilemna right away. I don't know how she knows about Shane and I, but she walks over and talks to him.

He looks angry at first, then sad, and then just flat out defeated. Dragging his feet, he walks away.

Miley gestures for me to come over. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him that you didn't want to talk to him." She shrugs.

Then I remember that I wasn't supposed to be talking to her either. She saw my expression harden, and winced.

"Mitchie, you can't hold a grudge forever. We need to talk."

I walk around her, get in my car, and slam the door. The window is rolled down, so I look up at her face and remember Alex's lips printed on those cheeks.

"I'm sick of talking. If everyone had done the right thing, we wouldn't need to talk in the first place."

The car is in reverse and I high tail it out of there, leaving Miley standing there, probably not feeling any remorse.

I pull into the house at the same time as my cell phone buzzes. I look at who it's from, and scoff. It's from Alex.

Taking my time getting into the house and plopping down on my bed, I read the text.

Immediately I'm flying back out to my car, eyes wide and heart pounding with a million different emotions.

The text read...

CLIFFHANGER! Yeah, I know...I'm evil... *bows head in shame*