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"Can you believe it? Half a year!" K.C. excitedly shouted as he lifted me up. I giggled; could my life be any better? Sophomore year was already upon us, leading a path of exploration and success. And I wouldn't be on the path alone; with K.C. by my side, it seems as if we could rule this world, hand in hand.

"I know!" I exclaimed. "It doesn't seem like it's been that long, though." K.C. and I walked through the familiar hallways, looking for our new classes. We had found out that we were in several classes together, but we weren't in the same gym, English, or lunch period. I shrugged though, because they were all unimportant to me at the moment.

"Well if we are so committed, then we will make it a lot longer!" he sweetly said as I heard Alli gag.

"You guys are revolting," She growled, as we laughed at her. "I swear, when I get a boyfriend it'll be ten times better than this." I playfully hit her shoulder, exchanging schedules with her.

"We basically have the same classes together." I stated, my face brightening. "This is going to be an awesome year!"

"Yeah, woo-hoo." Alli sarcastically said, waving her hands in the air. I rolled my eyes.

"There'll be plenty of new faces around, Alli. You'll find someone you like." Alli hadn't been as lucky with boys as she had with Johnny, but I knew that she was in for the better. I hadn't liked Johnny personally; he wasn't good for her.

"There will be for you, too." Alli hastily whispered in my ear before departing us. I smiled at K.C., not showing the confusion on my face.

I hadn't doubted K.C. and me, but lately I had been feeling like things weren't as well as they could be going. K.C. was everything that I hadn't planned to be dating; a jock and someone extremely outgoing. I wasn't good at sports, none the less, and wasn't someone you would usually see dancing at Above the Dot. I guess it was a match that oddly fit; something that was unbreakable. Or so I could hope.

The bell rang as K.C. and I made our way to our first class, sitting next to each other as Ms. Oh introduced herself. I bounced slightly on the ball, but not too much to get her attention. Ms. Oh strictly prohibited that we do not bounce on the balls, which I didn't understand. Teenagers have a right to enjoy bouncing on exercise balls. I laughed quietly to myself as I thought about it.

As Ms. Oh directed us to use the instructions for our computers, K.C. passed me a note. I rolled my eyes, mouthing 'not now' but he beckoned me to open the note.

Dot after school?

I rolled my eyes once more; going to the Dot was more of a routine nowadays. We had started it during the summer, right when we had gotten out of our first year of Degrassi High School. I nodded in K.C.'s direction and he smiled. A normal smile.

I really had started doubting K.C. and me, but I couldn't wrap my head around it. Did I just believe that no one would want to go out with me? Little Saint Clare? I guess so, since I still looked the same as I had last year; minus the outfit. My hair was still long and curly, which K.C. loved. He urged me to keep it long, even though I loved having my hair short.

"I guess this is where we make our ways…" I trailed off as we got to my English class. I looked inside the classroom, seeing none of my friends. It would be fun, though.

K.C. poorly feigned a sad expression and I rolled my eyes. "I'll see you later?" He asked, as if for approval. I nodded my head, still smiling. He was a good boyfriend.

Ms. Dawes didn't wait a day to start assignments, which for some reason I enjoyed. I disliked the first day of school, usually because it was introductions to the teachers and the classmates; when you can go to the bathroom, etc. But no, Ms. Dawes started the first assignment.

I couldn't help but notice the boy in front of me. He looked like a modern grim reaper, wearing all black. I shrugged; don't judge a book by its cover, Clare. I wore a uniform all last year, so I shouldn't be the one to judge.

I walked to the Dot by myself as Alli flirted with another boy; someone that I assumed was in a higher grade. I was feeling giddy that the year had started perfectly, and was in a rush to get to the Dot.

I acknowledged that we had several new students but not many were in my grade. Most of them were juniors; Bianca DeSousa, Adam and Drew Torres, and Eli Goldsworthy. They all seemed like they would fit in; Bianca surely would be added with Fitz's group. Alli had already taken a liking to Drew Torres, who to me seemed like another Johnny; but better looking. And Eli and Adam I would suppose would become friends since they seemed different than the others.

"Clare!" K.C. shouted as I walked in his direction where he sat at a booth pushed against the wall. I just couldn't stop smiling today.

"Hey, K.C.! How's the new school year going?" I asked, seeing if he was just as excited for this year as I was. K.C. shrugged.

"It was okay; some of the classes were boring. But hey," He said, leaning closer to me. "At least we still have each other." How had I gotten so lucky to be with someone like K.C.? I had yet to figure that out.

"Yeah," I said as another awkward silence engulfed us. K.C. leaned back in his chair, twiddling his thumbs. Why had things been getting so awkward with us? Was it because I wasn't that kind of girl? I shook the thought out of me as we ordered.

"So I'll see you in school tomorrow?" K.C. asked as we walked to my house together, hand in hand. I smiled and nodded, looking up at him.

He leaned forward as I did and our lips awkwardly met. There was no passion, no emotion. I looked down at the ground as he walked by.

I opened the front door to a new aroma to the house; anger.

"Randall! You can't start this now! You know what would happen if Clare found out about this." Mom said as she shouted angrily at Dad.

"What shouldn't I know?" I asked slowly, causing Mom to jump.

Mom held a hand to her heart. "Don't scare me like that, Clare. And it's nothing." I put my bag down in front of the stairs as I walked towards the couple; Mom's makeup was neatly removed from her face and Dad looked guilty of something.

"Seriously, what's been going on here?" I asked a little more sternly. They exchanged glances as they thought of a good excuse to use. "I am your child; I have a right to know." With that, Mom turned around, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"We are just fighting." Dad stated, and Mom gave him a death glare; something I hadn't seen her do before. "She has a right to know." He murmured under his breath.

"Is it like… divorce… fighting?" I asked as Mom's eyes widened.

"No, honey." She said, putting a calming hand on my shoulder. I urged myself to shrug it off but I didn't have the heart to hurt her.

"I'll be in my room," I quietly said, my voice reaching an octave higher. I could feel the tears starting to brim my eyes as I ran to my room, closing the door as quietly as I could. I brought out my phone to call K.C., but what would he do-assure me that things would be fine? Our relationship was already as awkward as is.

I crawled to my bed, feeling too lightheaded to walk, and slowly let the tears fall down my face as I thought about what they were hiding from me. I could hear Mom start yelling at Dad, which was unusual for her to do. We were one of the most well-put-together families that had come to our church, and now we were falling down due to pressure that I didn't know of.

I woke up to an empty house, not knowing what had happened the night before. They were actually fighting? I was surely positive that they hadn't fought when Darcy was home, but of course Darcy was the 'perfect child'.

"Mom?" I asked once to see if she had left also. Her purse and her car keys were gone, no remains of them even being here for the night. I felt more tears come up to surface as I saw a letter on the counter.

Clare,

Your father and I had to get to work extremely early this morning; I hope you do not mind walking to school today. I will be happy to pick you up after.

Mom

And yet, the note wasn't to my liking. There wasn't enough explanation for me to be completely satisfied. Mom usually had a better excuse that she could conjure to leave the house without a warning, but this? This wasn't who she was.

I walked out of the house, shuffling my feet on the sidewalk as my shoes scraped amongst it. I wished I had brought my IPod to listen to something while walking, but I had been in such a hurry to get out of the abandoned house that was called home.

"Clare?" Alli asked as she saw me at my locker. Alli gaped as she saw that I had had the worst night sleep yesterday. "What happened to you?" She added lightly.

"My parents were arguing yesterday. Arguing! I have never even seen them fight before." I murmured as we passed the hallways to first period. I didn't mind waiting for K.C., hoping he'd understand.

"Saint Clare's parent's fighting?" Alli questioned as she raised her eyebrows. I couldn't even plaster a fake smile on my face; it was too painful. Alli could see this. "Don't worry, Clare; things will blow over."

"Well, it's not only this, but K.C. and I have seemed a little 'distant'. Is the world coming to an end or something?" I asked as I watched Alli's expression. Alli shrugged.

"From what I've read online, we still have a few years." Alli laughed until I hit her arm. She rubbed the spot, saying, "Seriously? You're this upset? I haven't even seen you in this condition before!"

"It's hard to get me upset." I stated, turning on my computer. Alli did the same, keeping a safe distance away from me, only talking to me when necessary. I felt like God was doing this to me for a reason, but I couldn't understand why. I had been a perfect Christian for years-what had I done wrong? Other than the… vibrator accident, I had been as Christian as possible.

K.C. smiled at me whenever we passed in the halls, but he never talked to me. I frowned as I walked to lunch, eating alone. I looked for the new students as I finished eating, and saw that Alli had gone to sit with Drew Torres. I shrugged, getting out of my seat and leaving the cafeteria early; there was nothing there for me anyways.

I bumped into someone as I rushed out of an empty hallway, dropping the books I had in my hands. "Sorry!" I apologized to the boy in front of me, who looked somewhat terrified that I had bumped into him. Did I look that bad?

He knelt down quickly as I had to retrieve my things. "It's okay," he said, breathing a sigh of relief. "It happens."

He must've been one of the new students since I hadn't seen him around. "You're Adam Torres, right?" I asked, and he nodded. "I'm Clare." I said, holding out my hand. He accepted it and smiled back.

"You're from my English class." I said, and he nodded.

"Yeah, you sit next to me, right?" I laughed.

"Yes. So you're a junior, then?"

"I'm guessing you are, too?" I shook my head, watching as he became confused.

"I'm a sophomore." I proudly said, and Adam nodded as we continued to walk to English class.

"You must be very smart then." he sheepishly said and I grinned.

"I guess." I concluded before sitting down.

I didn't bother to meet K.C. at the Dot that day, but instead, I wanted to talk to Adam more. We had walked out of class together, still talking. He was very nice; he would get more friends here as the days went by.

"I have to go, bye Clare!" He quickly said before running to his stepbrother, Drew. I wondered if he stayed with his biological mom or dad, or neither. But it wasn't my business; he would tell me if he wanted to.

"Bye." I said, slowly smiling.