A/N: Thank you ALL very much for the rockin' reviews I got. MUCH AMOR 2 YOU!!! To answer some questions, the reason why I picked Kate was simply because I didn't feel Lizzie fit in with what I had in mind. Gordo feels his crush is cold, and almost snobbish- definitely more Kate Like. If I were writing a fic about the song "Yellow" which is mushy and sweet, then Lizzie would be the candidate for sure. (Hmmm, that's an idea!) But anyways-I am an L/G lover, just felt like turning left instead of right! Until next time, PEACE!

P.S: I spelled Kate's last name wrong in the first chap. S-A-N-D-E-R-S….I knew that!

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I own nothing. Not even the computer.

Gratzi Mucho,

  Tiff

Chapter 2: Everything's not lost

150 teenagers parted like the Red Sea as David Gordon swiftly made his way down the middle of the backyard. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, he trudged into the house and out the front door. He shoved his hands in his pockets in search of his car keys before realizing they were in his guitar case, which was resting next to the stage. "Son of a bitch" he said out loud as he disappeared down the dark driveway, with absolutely nowhere to go.

Kate Sanders didn't even notice she'd dropped the drink that was in her right hand. She started to feel dizzy, and nearly slipped on the red liquid while turning around to run into the house. Claire Miller caught her just as she was about to stumble, and grabbed her arm tightly.

"Do you see what you did Kate, do you know what this will do to your reputation?" she remarked. "You could've had almost any guy you wanted. Ethan, Riley, Justin- all on their knees for you. But no, you have to lust after the ONLY one you know you'll never have. David isn't one of us. He never has been, and never will be. You had a fling with him back in the day, so what-get over it. He's a total loser. Don't you care about the well being of our group? Damn, you're such a bitch."

"No Claire, you're the bitch" Kate replied as she slapped her accuser across the face. The dark haired girl stumbled back words, her face turning a ghostly shade of white.

"Don't you ever tell me who I can and can't have. You're nothing without me. I made you Claire Miller, don't you ever forget that." Kate whispered as she flipped her hair, turned on her heels and stormed into the house.

The audience stood in disbelief as they tried to process the recent happenings. Within seconds of their queen's exit, the whispers and snickering began-rumors spreading like the plague. The four remaining members of "No looking back" had already packed up most of their equipment, and were making their way off the stage. As an attempt to refuel the rapidly fading party, a cheerleader brought out a battery operated boom box, turning it to the local pop music station. She yelled an annoying "Come on guys!" before beginning to dance in the middle of the yard. Within seconds all of the lemmings followed her lead, and the party was in full swing again.

Once in the house, Kate ran straight to the bathroom and locked herself in. She turned to look at her reflection, cringing at what she saw. Mascara and eyeliner ran down the sides of her cheeks, blending with her tears. Her eyes were red and her face was splotchy. Not to mention she had red punch stains on the bottom of her jeans. "I look like the cover of a cheap horror flick", she said out loud. The worst part wasn't being humiliated in front of her peers, or even getting into an awful fight with her best friend. It was having a lonely heart. "I have a lot of changes to make" the blonde thought as she washed her face, re-applied her makeup, and returned to the party.

David quickened his pace as the cool night air tickled his arms. Deep in thought, he ceased to notice he was walking in the middle of the road. He could hear music and laughter coming from the party, and came to the realization that the rest of his graduating class had "recovered beautifully" from the whole ordeal. Rolling his eyes at the thought, he started to make his way to the sidewalk as a small SUV came tearing up the road. The driver slammed on the brakes just in time before colliding with him. Looking like a deer caught in headlights, David walked to the driver's side of the car to voice his anger. The driver rolled down the window, a concerned look on her face.

"Oh, it's you" was all he remarked to the blonde sitting in the drivers seat.