Dean opened his eyes slowly. His head was throbbing and it felt as if his brain was going to slip out of his skull. He went to yawn but stopped as pain stung his lip and he instantly winced at that. Dean rolled over and sat upright.

As soon as he did he looked around and wished that he hadn't. Stood there with angry looks on their faces was Nick and Josh who were glaring at him. He unconsciously pushed himself further into his bed as he watched the boy's step forward. He rubbed his head wondering what the hell was their problem. "Okay why are you staring at me? It's freaking me out!" he said sleepily but their eyes just narrowed even more.

Keith and Shane popped up also standing just a little in front of the two other boys. "Are you seriously telling me that you can't remember last night?" Shane said eyes wide.

Dean shook his head wondering what the hell he had done and he tried to think of what he could have possibly said. "Last thing I remember was being sat on the pitch, and why the hell have I got a split lip?" he grumbled as he looked at his reflection in his phone. "Why?".

"You are in for it now!" Keith said with a shake of his head.

Dean just looked at them confused but then from nowhere it hit him. Every syllable, every cruel word hit him at a thousand miles per hour and he cringed in shame. "Oh god Josh I am so sorry! I was so drunk I can't even remember a thing!" Dean said holding his hands up in defence actually fearing for his life.

Josh just shook his head at him. "That's no excuse!" he said roughly his arms crossed across his chest.

"No it's not, from what I've gathered you had her in tears!" Nick spat angrily as he looked at his friend. "And no one makes her cry, she's had a hard enough week as it is!" Nick added taking a step forward but Boone put a hand on his arm pulling him back.

Dean just winced at the words. He felt so guilty at that very moment in time. "Please just let me explain, I'd drunk so much! You all know I wouldn't intentionally upset her! You have to believe me on that!" Dean practically pleaded as he looked at his friends faces.

Nick scoffed loudly rolling his eyes at his mates word. "Never intentionally hurt her! Dean you've hurt her more times than anyone else!" he said angrily.

Dean couldn't find the words to respond to that. He knew they were true. "I'll go find her and apologize, she didn't deserve that!" He said his voice filled with grogginess and sadness. The boys all just kept their eyes burning into him no one really knowing what to say. At that moment in time all he wanted to do was disappear.

Brett was sat in physics finishing writing down the last of his notes. He loved that he worked much faster than the rest of the class as it gave him time to prepare work for the next lesson. In record time he finished everything up and couldn't help but smirk inwardly at his triumph over his peers.

Deciding he had nothing else to do he rested his head on his hands and somehow managed to start daydreaming. His mind wandered to his days in High School.

Brett was walking down the hall his books clutched tightly to his chest as he strolled quickly trying to avoid the swarm of kids that were pushing and shoving their way down towards their own lessons. He had always loved school but he hated the people there. He was the bullies main target every hour of every day.

Brett was nearly at his class when he felt a slim hand on his shoulder and he froze up completely and turned to see who the intruder of his personal space was. His stomach felt like it was going to fall out of his butt as his eyes fell on the most beautiful and popular girl in the school Olivia Jacobs. He tried to speak but the words were lodged in his throat literally cutting off his air supply.

"Brett I need someone to tutor me, do you think you could help seems as you are the cleverest person in this school?" Olivia asked sweetly twirling a piece of hair between her fingers as she looked at the geeky boy who's skin was a slight tinge of green.

Brett was trying to force himself to speak but it was near impossible so he resorted to just nodding his head. Olivia smiled and put her hands on her hips. "So is that a yes?" she asked and he nodded his head. "You're not a mute right because this really isn't going to work if you are?" she said getting a little frustrated that the boy wouldn't speak.

"N-n-n-n-n-o-o-o!" he stammered out the sweat lacing his brow thickly. He just wanted to get out of there and out of there now.

"Well that's settled then, I'll meet you dinner time out on the bleachers!" she said her voice filled with commanding tones.

Brett was about to respond when all of a sudden the bile rose in his throat and before he could stop himself his body lurched forwards and the contents of his stomach made itself known, all over Olivia. The girl looked stunned as the vomit covered her clothes. Brett put a hand over his mouth to stop himself doing it again.

Olivia had steam coming out of her ears as everyone else in the corridor turned to look at the commotion. The next thing Brett knew he had a large pair of hands gripping him by his collar and slamming him up against the lockers. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THIN YOU'RE DOING THROWING UP ALL OVER MY GIRLFRIEND?" James McKinley the resident quarter back and bully screamed as he slammed Brett against the locker a few times.

Brett could feel what was coming next and he really did try to stop himself but it was impossible and so he ended up being sick again, this time all over James. The Quarterback's eyes blazed as his buddies came up on either side of him and they each took a hold of Brett dragging him out of the corridor and to one of the more secluded corridors.

"This will teach you!" James yelled cruelly as he punched the boy in the stomach before opening a locker and throwing him in there slamming it shut and locking the boy in there. Brett tried to move but the space was too small as he listened as the Jocks all left laughing loudly at Brett's plight.

Brett tried to calm himself by breathing through his nose and out through his mouth but it was impossible. He could feel the walls closing in even tighter on him than they already were and the temperature suddenly soared. His vision was going hazy and he could hear his heart pulsating in his head as he lifted his meek fists and pounded on the rattling metal hard screaming for someone to help him but it was lesson time right now and this corridor was rarely touched due to maintenance.

He shouted, screamed and pleaded as he counted to smash and thrash against the door using any means necessary to get out of the tight spot. The last thing Brett could remember was falling out of the locker and landing in an unconscious heap on the floor.

"Mr Hadley?" a voice said as Brett shot upwards his glasses falling off his nose in the process.

"W-What!" he said looking around quickly completely startled by the sound.

"You fell asleep at your desk and was thrashing like mad! Is everything alright?" Mr John the physics teacher asked as he looked at his star pupil who was pretty shaken.

"Y-Yeah Mr J-John!" he said quickly before gathering up his books and practically running out of the physics class. As soon as he got outside he rested his back against the hard cold wall sucking in a breath. He hated reliving those memories, high school was the best years of his life as well as his worst.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and started to relax a bit. I'm safe here he reassured himself as he repeated the words over and over in his head. He couldn't help but pray that those High School days were well and truly over.

Dean was strolling across campus bag on his back when he caught a glimpse of the familiar red head and he made a beeline for her deciding that now was the time to apologize. "Lex? Lex wait up!" he called after her but she ignored him and continued to walk not even sending a look his way. He broke into a sprint after her and as soon as he neared her he grasped her arm gently pulling her to a stand still. "I'm sorry okay!" he said his voice filled with sincerity as he looked at the girl he still cared greatly about.

Her usually warm eyes were cold and harsh. "Stay away from me Dean!" she ordered angrily yanking her arm from his grasp and continuing to walk but Dean would not give up.

"No I really am sorry I hurt you Lexi, I never meant to it was just I had far too much to drink and then I saw you with Josh and everything got on top of me!" he said walking backwards as he stepped in front of her blocking her path.

She gave a chortled laugh. "Seriously what could possibly get on top of you Dean, oh wait except maybe me!" she said sarcastically not making eye contact with him as she trained her eyes on the ground.

"I was jealous okay!" he shouted and she stopped and finally looked up at him her eyes filled with confusion. "Because he's got you and I don't! When I saw you two it made me realise what I lost!" he said his voice a bit softer now as he took a step forward.

"And who's to blame for that Dean huh? You had your chance and now you're too late!" she said her voice bitter.

"I know I am! I wasn't angry at you last night! I was angry at myself can't you see that! I just want you to know that I truly am sorry for everything!" he said his voice gentle and un Dean like. "I just want to know are you happy?" he added.

Alexis didn't know what to say. Her energy to fight him was completely depleted and she felt her shoulders go from rigid to slumped. "I'm happy Dean, really happy!" she said her voice a lot lower as she looked at his handsome face.

Dean winced a little at that but composed himself immediately. "Then we'll let the past be the past and wipe the slate clean yeah!" he said and managed to put on one of his famous Dean Luciano smile and she couldn't help but send a small one of her own back at him.

"That sounds good!" she said and he stepped forward engulfing her in a big hug holding her tightly. It was a sense of closure for the both of them, more so for Lexi than Dean. He pressed his head into her hair and inhaled deeply trying to memorize every little scent of her. Finally the two pulled apart and smiled at one another glad that the air had been cleared, if only to an extent but it was a change none the less.

"I have no motivation what so ever!" Calla grumbled loudly throwing her pen down on the bed hard and crossing her arms across her chest.

"Tell me about it!" Chrissie said as she was still trying to decide on what to paint on her canvas. There was so many things to choose from off the theme sheet and she just couldn't decide. "Do I do the gritty world war two nazi stuff or the lighter nature scenery, decisions decisions!" she grumbled pacing back and forth the art class.

"At least that's the most of your worries! You don't have to explain the meaning of life in Latin, I can just about get a grasp on it in English!" she scoffed loudly putting her head in her hands and rubbing her temples.

"Well I guess I've been trumped!" Chrissie answered back with a small smile as she saw Nick slink into the art class and Calla didn't have a clue. Calla was rubbing her face when all of a sudden she felt two big hands land on her shoulders and she jumped a mile.

She spun around and slapped the person hard and Nick recoiled one hand on his cheek. "What the hell?" he practically yelled in shock as he stumbled backwards his cheek stinging. Calla's jaw dropped to the floor and her face flushed a deep red.

"Nick I am so sorry!" she said jumping to her feet and running over to him. "I didn't think and automatically responded, are you okay?" she asked her voice softer and he looked at her a goofy grin on his face.

"I'm okay, a little stunned by your violent tendencies but if I must say it's kinda hot!" he chuckled and she slapped his arm playfully. "Okay enough with the hitting!" he said pulling her hand away and down to her side.

"Fine truce but don't you ever scare me again!" she ordered and he nodded his head with a light chuckle.

"So before I had a chance to speak I came to ask if you would like to attend Homecoming dance with me next month!" he said happily and she couldn't help but blush a little.

"I'd love to Nick, but why are you asking so early?" she laughed loudly and he just shrugged his big shoulders.

"To make sure that no one got to you first!" he said honestly and she blushed once again. "I really do like you and there is no one else I would want to go to the dance with!" he said his voice softer.

"Well then I can't say no I guess!" she said with a shrug as she pulled him into a hug. Behind them all you could hear was Chrissie retching and uttering the words. "Get a room.!".

"Okay guys we have got to win this yeah! Break!" Dean said as they put their hands in and raised them. "Tigers!".

The game was tense as each team were knocking points over tit for tat. The cheerleaders were on the side going through their routines throughout the game. Brett was sat up in the stand along with Sebastian, Jack, Hurley and Cassie,

"Brett I've noticed that you cannot take your eyes off the ever dashing Miss Rutherford!" Hurley laughed in his friends ear as he watched the boy stare at the head cheerleader who was doing their routine. Brett peeled his eyes away blushing nervously and not being able to make any eye contact with the big man who was chuckling along with the others.

"Wh- wh- what?" he managed to get out his hand twirling nervously in his lap.

"Now this is good, Brett is loving a bit of Shannon!" Jack chuckled and Brett blushed an even deeper shade of red as they spoke completely and utterly embarrassed.

"I'm n-not! She's a-asked me t-too tutor her and I s-said yeah!" Brett managed to stutter out his eyes going to the pitch, completely avoiding the cheerleaders.

"Yeah you wanna be more than tutoring her though I bet!" Jack chuckled again as he nudged his friend with his shoulder. Brett tried to ignore the comment as his old fears began to surface. "I can help you if you want, you know teach you what to say! How to woo her?" he added with a wink and the other's laughed along whilst Brett continued to try and block them out.

"It's n-not like that!" He replied trying to put as much conviction into his voice but that was a fail.

"Guys come on lay off him!" Cassie said deciding that enough banter had been dispensed upon the quiet boy. Brett sent her a look filled with thanks as the boys finally turned back to the game.

The cheerleaders were on the sidelines watching as the game became more and more brutal. "I swear to god someone is going to get hurt any second now!" Scarlett said to the other girls as they watched as the ball was thrown through the air. Dean was sprinting forward and he was mere fingertips away from catching the ball when all of a sudden he was completely taken out.

Loud 'oohs' echoed around the park and the players on the bench stood up furiously yelling at the ref to do something about the dirty challenge. "Sorry dirtbag!" the large player snarled as he stepped over Dean running back over to his team mates.

The medics on the side hurried on quickly and helped ease him to his feet slinging his arms over their shoulders and leading him off the field. Scarlett had her hand over her mouth as she watched them take him down the tunnel.

"You jinxed him!" Sawyer groaned as the realization that one of their best players were off the field.

"Sorry, I was just being observant!" she said back as they turned back to the game. The team was now completely fired up over the fact the ref had done nothing over the incident and tempers were flaring.

"What are you gonna do now that your star player is off the field!" One of the large burly defensive players said with a laugh. Nick tried to ignore him the best he could but it was becoming increasingly difficult. "You're gonna lose that's what, come on you gonna say something back to me or are you just gonna sit there like the little girl you are?" he continued to taunt loudly causing the rest of his own team to cheer.

"Just ignore him!" Boone growled from his position.

"You know what Mr J, When we win this I'm gonna take your sister out and show her a good time!" he laughed and with that Nick just suddenly exploded and launched at him tackling the boy to the ground. The ref blew his whistle hard trying to stop the chaos as all players from both teams began fighting with each other.

Sawyer and the boys got up off the bench and sprinted onto the pitch joining in with the scrimmage. There were people flying everywhere as helmets were ripped off and shirts were torn. The coaches and assistants were running onto the pitch also trying to break up the madness but it was impossible.

Even the cheerleaders almost started fighting with their rivals as they shouted and screamed at each other coming closer by the second only stopping when their own coach and Keith got involved and sent them all into the changing rooms the coach forcefully dragging Shannon and Keith who had slung Lexi over his shoulder restraining her as those two seemed the most likely to punch someone.

"Dude this is like something out of wrestlemania!" Hurley practically screamed as he looked down at the field where dozens of boy's were fighting with each other. Jack was about to speak when some of the opposition supports threw their drinks and food covering a hoard of the Dharma students with it.

They instantly whirled around and in that instant another fight broke out in the stands. Cassie, Sebastian, Brett and Calla all wormed their way out of the way of the brawling fans and jumped off the bleachers heading a few metres down field.

"This is madness!" Calla said as she looked at the scenes surrounding them.

"Who do you think you are a Spartan or something?" Geneva said as she popped up from nowhere. Calla just looked at her not understanding a word that she was going on about. "Insolent, Rude and obstreperous lunatics!" she said as she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Who us?" Cassie said hands on her hips as she listened to the girls words – half of which she didn't understand.

"No these delinquents who are fighting! There is no need for it, can't we all just be respectful to one another!" Geneva said to them and Calla scoffed loudly at the girls who was starting to annoy her.

"What would you know of respect?" Calla said not being able to hold her tongue.

"And what does that mean?" Geneva asked back not liking the girl's tone of voice.

"What I mean is-!" she began but was cut off as Megan appeared and covered her mouth with her hand.

"What she means is that you have an incredibly high amount of respect for other people!" she answered muffling Calla's words beneath her palm.

"That made no sense what so ever!" Cassie said to Megan who just shrugged her shoulders before pulling Calla away and leaving the other's behind.

"Well it's nice to know how highly our ginger friend thinks of me!" Geneva smirked gleefully as she decided she had had enough of the brawling and made her way back to her room a small skip in her step.

"This has to be the strangest day ever!".

So sorry for the extremly long delay, life just kinda got on top of me. But I'm back everyone so if you enjoyed then please let me know what you think. Thanks again all.