A/N:

Hey guys,

A lot of people wanted to know about why Dylan kissed Cady. Or for how long he liked Day. Or what Sandy meant to him.

Here's a Chapter to clear all your doubts =)

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Dylan's POV

[Chapter 10: There's a Difference between Party Poopers and Good Girls]

I groaned and fell back onto one of the couches in Collen's living room, the loud music blaring a bit too loudly. Contrary to popular belief, I hated parties. They were places that smelt like sweat, cheap alcohol and body odor.

I hadn't been able to find Deeds this whole night, because she'd presumably had a claustrophobia attack. I'd seen Day though, and she looked like the single most beautiful person I'd ever seen. Her golden hair was piled up and her pink dress accentuated her curves. God, she was so hot.

I shook my head, clearing her face from my mind. I had a girlfriend. I should probably go find her. I went to the kitchen, because that was the place where Deirdre had probably gone to because the rest of the place was super stuffy.

When I got there, I saw something that made my jaw drop to the floor. In front of my eyes, Deirdre and Jase were kissing each other like their lives depended on it.

I gasped and hid behind the fridge, hoping they didn't see me.

Wasn't there something going on between Jase and Day? Was he cheating on her? Did he need me to bash his skull against a wall? No one was allowed to just string Day on like that. No one was allowed to just use her and kiss... wait a minute.

Deirdre was cheating on me? Why was Day the first person who came to my mind? Shouldn't I feel bad that she was kissing another guy?

Because you're so fricking whipped over Day, Dylan, whispered my conscience.

Suddenly, Jase's eyes widened as he caught sight of something. "Shit," he whispered, tearing away from Deeds. "It's Day," he explained, and Deeds freaked, shoving him under a table at the center with a cupboard under.

"Hey," she said, and Day flung her arms over Deeds, her skirt kind of lifting a bit as she did, and I saw her perfectly toned thighs. For someone who did close to no exercise, she was in excellent shape.

"Oh my gosh, this party is so creepy," she whined, her slightly high pitched voice sounding even cuter when she was complaining.

Damn, I really liked this chick. What was up with me!?

"It's a party, Day. What did you expect? Streamers and balloons with three year olds in tutus?" Deeds said, sarcastically, raising her eyebrows slightly. However, her voice was a little quivery.

"I don't know," she said, hanging her head low, exposing her long, pale neck.

Wow, I make myself sound creepier each second.

Her face kind of contorted for a second like she was going to be sick, but instead she doubled over and started coughing. I had to physically stop myself from rushing to her and taking care of her.

"What happened?" Deeds asked, her eyes wide and she sounded concerned. Yeah, but what kind of best friend was she? She'd been making out with Day's date!

"I don't know, I feel kind of sick." Her voice was a bit raspy. "I can just sense something bad looming, and I have no idea what it is."

Well, maybe it's because your date and possible crush was just kissing your best friend.

"It's your fist party. It's bound to be a bit... suffocating." Deeds sympathized with her. Whoa, she was a good actress. I wouldn't have been able to call her out.

"No, not only the weirdness of a party. It's this imminent sense of doom..." she said, dramatically, before placing her hand on her head.

"Why are you such a drama queen?" she asked, shaking her head in mild disgust. Her voice kind of broke, and I could tell she was nervous.

"What about you?" she asked, probably realizing that Deeds had no reason to be here when she could be having fun. "What are you doing here?"

She suddenly looked mildly sheepish and hung her head. "I... I don't know, I guess."

Oh really? Well, perhaps you were just trying to eat Jase's face.

Day's eyebrows shot up, and I could tell she'd caught Deeds. Now this was when they were going to have a bitch fight over Jase or something. What did that guy have that I didn't? Why did Day find him attractive? Should I act a bit more like him to make her like me?

"And you expect me to believe that?" she asked, skeptically.

"I'm... claustrophobic." She heaved a sigh of relief; like this was a huge secret that she'd just thrown off her shoulders. Day laughed, and she cringed slightly.

Oh, great job Deirdre. Don't tell your best friend the truth.

"That's it?" she asked, smiling. "You acted like the next World War would take place if you admitted that." She threw her head and laughed, seemingly tickled by this information.

She shook her head, silently laughing. "I'll catch up with you later, okay?" she said, heading out of the kitchen. "And be sure to go catch Jase... he's being such a terrible date!"

Whoa, adding that was necessary, wasn't it? I shook my head, disgusted. Of course Jase was a bad date, he was kissing Deirdre when it should be Day. I'm not saying he should kiss Day, because that would be awful. Not awful for them, but awful for me.

Whatever.

I caught sight of Jase sneaking out and walking towards the pool, and I silently followed. Presumably, Deeds was there too.

"What do I have to do?" Deeds asked, breathless.

"Do you love me?" Jase asked, his arms wrapped around her waist. I cringed.

"Yes," she said, breathily, and that kind of hurt. I mean, even if I didn't like her and I liked Day, she was still my girlfriend and I'd never have cheated on her. "And I'd do anything for you."

Jase raised his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his face. "Break up with Dylan in the most embarrassing way possible, and I'll get rid of Day as well. Plus, it's not really hard to see how obsessed Dylan is with that girl. I'm scared he's going to break through her window one night or something."

I think someone could have made sunny-side-ups on my face, it was that red. Was I that obvious?

To my surprise, Deeds chuckled. "Yes, I'll do it for you."

Excuse me? So she was just going to break up with me in front of everyone?

Jase grinned. "Good. Now I'm going to go find Day, who is probably looking for me," he stated, before turning and leaving.

As soon as he was gone, Deeds fell onto her knees and a breathy, gushy sigh escaped her lips. "So, how are you going to break up with me?" I asked, coming out of my hiding spot which was behind a tree.

Deeds yelped like I'd hit her. "You saw... everything?"

I nodded, looking disgusted. "Yeah. I even saw how you lied to Day so blatantly."

Deeds' whole face turned red. "I'm sorry," she whimpered. "But I love Jase. I can't break up with you though... Day will suspect something and she'll hate me forever."

I groaned. "So you want me to help out," I said, getting her to the point. She whimpered again.

"I mean, I'm sure you don't like Jase and Day together as much as I do," she said, biting her lip.

I opened my mouth to defend myself, but what she was saying was completely true. I hated the thought of Jase with Day. "Okay, what do I do?" I asked, hating how conniving I sounded. I felt incredibly bad for Day. It was sad how everyone was kind of dictating her life for her.

"Can you... cheat on me?" she asked, and my eyes went wide. "No, I mean, can you kiss someone?" she blubbered, obviously not expecting that blurt-out to have actually happened.

"Why on Earth would I do that!?" I asked, confused.

Deeds shook her head, and I could see the beginnings of a sob in her eyes. "Day's my best friend, Dylan. She'll hate me for the rest of her life. If you break up with me by cheating on me, at least she'll know that you're... available."

I raised my eyebrows at her. "You guys are best friends, huh? Yeah, that was kind of hard to decipher when you were kissing Jase like there would be no tomorrow."

Deeds winced. "Yeah... but if you do this for me, I promise I'll put in a good word to her about you."

I bit my lip, thinking about what I could do. "Well, there is this girl that keeps looking at me during classes that I could kiss..."

Deeds squealed and threw her arms around me, hugging me tight. I was frozen first, but then I awkwardly hugged her back. "Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" she exclaimed with a big smile.

I guess I was going to have to kiss Cady Hunt.

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[Chapter 17: I'm Pretty Popular Myself, Player]

The mall was always someplace I actually liked quite a bit. It was bright, colorful and generally pretty loud, and that was great because I didn't have to endure the loud and painful shouts of people whenever they saw me. Ever since I'd kissed Cady, I'd been labeled as the school's man whore, and Deirdre was doing absolutely nothing to dispel the rumors.

Ever since that fateful party, I'd been getting invitations from random skanks (if you catch my drift) all because they thought I was the kind of person who wouldn't get attached, and would actually go with them to have a good time. One of the major constituents under this category was Cady Hunt.

Day had been under the impression that I liked Cady because I looked at her one day during a class that all three of us shared. The truth was, Cady kept shooting disgusted glares at Day and I had turned to flip her off, but Day took this as a lustful glance in her direction.

Why was I ALWAYS thinking of Day?

As if on cue, I saw Day and Deirdre walk into the mall. Day was wearing an orange crop top and skinny black jeans, and Deirdre wore a white crop top and shorts, along with a checked red and blue buttoned shirt tied around her waist. She wore knee length socks and shoes. Day was pulling off the crop top much better, in my opinion. It made her... never mind. I'm going to end up sounding like a creep. Again.

They both were walking out of Starbucks, and I saw Deeds grin at a random college guy. What the heck happened to Jase? Had she completely thrown him out of the picture, too? Wait, did that mean Day and Jase were a thing, or was Day with Max?

I really shouldn't care so much.

I watched as Deeds threw her head back and laugh at something the college guy said, and Day made zero attempt to join the conversation by standing awkwardly and looking at her shoes. Then, Deeds proceeded to wave her hand dismissively, and Day rolled her eyes and walked towards the exit.

And they call themselves best friends.

I remembered Day didn't have a car. How the hell was she supposed to get home? I watched as she fiddled around her purse and blew out an exasperated breath, the hair on her face whipping backwards as she did. She probably had no cash on her.

I whistled to catch her attention.

"Looking lost, Sweetheart. Where're you heading?" I asked, trying to sound as chipper as possible. She groaned and looked at me, almost disappointed to see me here as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Home. And I don't suppose you can take me there?" she asked, her voice cheeky and... was she flirting with me?

I grinned, enjoying this side to her immensely. More than the usual. "Oh, I bet you're dying to ride home with the most popular guy in the school, if not the whole state. Think about it; a popular guy like me, and an unpopular new freak like you." I moved my hands out in a gesticulatory motion so she could get the picture of what I was trying to convey. She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly.

"I'm pretty popular myself, player," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. Then she paused and quickly added, "And I really don't want to taint my reputation by being seen around with you."

"Taint? I think it's more of an occasion to be seen around me," I quipped, revving my car.

"Yeah, you're right. The occasion's a funeral." She got comfortable and rolled the seat back, and then placed her legs onto my bonnet before shooting me a grin. Gosh, she just had her extremely beautiful and unfortunately jean covered legs right in front of me.

"Haha, very funny," I said, rolling my eyes, trying to seem like I wasn't flustered by her distracting legs.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, pushing her sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose in a very hot but kind of coy gesture. "Does it hurt when I beat the player at his own game? Being annoying?" she asked, grinning.

"Stop calling me a player. I mean, you call people players when you talk about them to other people. You call them a player in your head when you think about them. But you don't call them a player to their faces. It's really, really weird."

I was pissed off. Did this mean Deeds hadn't put in a single good word about me yet? It probably did. But then I couldn't get mad at poor Day for it, so I faked a small smile.

"Honey, I don't talk or think about you, I hope you know that," she purred, grinning widely before sticking her pointy tongue out at me again. "And I'm weird. Deal with it."

I rolled my eyes, but the only thing I'd actually caught onto was the fact that she was actually flirting with me, really hard at that. Did this mean there was an inkling of a fact that she might like me? I couldn't even suppress my grin this time.

Then, I felt her poke my cheek. Poke my dimple, to be more precise.

"Are you kidding me," I murmured, secretly kind of enjoying it. She only giggled, which was the single most adorable thing I'd ever heard.

We pulled over in front of our houses and she blew me a flying kiss, but it seemed teasing. Still, it made my insides kind of freak out.

"It's so nice to have such wonderful neighbors." I had to act like she meant nothing to me, so I just stared at her blankly.

"Love you too!" she exclaimed, before doing a hair-flip and allowing her curls to kind of bounce across her shoulders. She was killing me slowly but painfully.

I did love her. I loved her a lot.

"Yeah, I'd better be going," I said, hanging my head and walking towards my house.

"We should do this more often! I had fun!" she said animatedly, clapping her hands excitedly. She was just so adorable it hurt.

"Well at least that's one of us," I muttered, sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that! If it was an insult I'll skewer you like a prawn and pluck your eyeballs out with a pitchfork, by the way!" she sang, and I winced before opening my door and leaving. She was the single most retarded person I knew, but that's what made her so goddamn perfect.

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[Chapter 18: Feign Frustration Because of Surprise Cleanups (Feat. The Haunted Underwear)]

"Why do you even like her? Why can't you see what a bitch she is? Open your eyes, Dylan. She's never going to like you, okay? Never!"

I winced as Cady's annoying voice rang through my ears. She'd been trying to convince me that Day was this awful human being all morning, and I finally escaped her by saying I was hungry, and I went to make a pit stop at Burger King or something.

Just as I started walking in, I saw a familiar head of blonde in the car two spots from mine. Then, I saw something that made my heart break into a thousand pieces.

There was another head there, and the two of the heads were kissing. These two heads being Max and Day, by the way. Although it didn't look too heated, it made me wince painfully.

Maybe Cady was right. Maybe I didn't even deserve someone like Day.

Because I was such a jealous ass, I was going to screw up what was probably her first kiss.

"I'm sorry, but some people are actually coming here to eat and not make out."

They both sprang apart, looking like deer caught in headlights.

"Dylan Stupid Daniels," she hissed, looking like she was formulating the best way to kill me in her pretty little head. "I'm sorry, we were never making out. Are you hallucinating?"

Oh, thank god. Instead of looking relieved, I shot her a smirk. "Oh really? I'm pretty sure his tongue was shoved down your throat."

She laughed humorlessly. "Yep, you're delusional!" she concluded.

"Okay, but I think it was going to get to third base or something if I hadn't interjected. Isn't that right, Max?" I asked, looking at Max. It was awkward when I was formulating the best way to kill him.

"I... Uh..." he began, blubbering. Day didn't need some dork when she could get a man right here. What did she see in him?

"One word, Dylan. LEAVE."

I turned to her, surprised, only to find anger bubbling up in her eyes. So much for thinking she'd flirted with me last time, when it looked like she wanted to have nothing more to do with me.

I slumped down, feeling even worse than I had to begin with.

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[Chapter 25: Starting Over]

I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't know why this was affecting me so much, but it was. Why had Day lied to all of us? Was I really so blinded by how much I liked her? Who was she, really?

Didn't she know I'd love her whether she knew Starlight or not?

Oh right, she didn't care about what I thought. That's why she and Jase had kissed each other randomly on her driveway. It had stung and, as usual, I'd decided to go interrupt the moment because it hurt too much to watch her with someone else.

I didn't understand what Jase was doing with her, considering the fact that he was also dating Deeds. If he broke Day's heart, I was going to single-handedly break every bone in his body.

I should stop thinking about Day. I turned and went onto Onlinathon, but then something caught my eye. It was a message from Starlight.

Honestly, I was in the most confusing position. Ever since I'd been chatting with Starlight, I'd felt something weird stir inside me. She was so much like Day it was painful, except she was so fun to talk to and I didn't have to double check everything I said like when I was around Day. When I was in front of Day, I always doubted myself.

However, Day just had these alluring qualities about her while Starlight was more cut-and-dry and cocky. While Day was under confident yet kind of sassy, Starlight knew her position and chose to rule with it.

Oh wow, look at me trying to figure out the various aspects of the two girls I liked. I'm so pointless sometimes it killed me.

I turned back to face Day, who was glaring at me with her hands on her hips. "Liars are never loved, Day," I said.

She widened her eyes like I'd just slapped her hard across the cheek.

"What!?" she asked, incredulous. "Are you serious right now? I mean, I cannot believe what a hypocrite you are being. Liars are never loved, but it was perfectly acceptable to cheat on your girlfriend and then expect me to forgive you? Oh yeah, pardon me for not thinking this was fair at all. I just thought that you'd be able to understand this better, and for thinking that this was what friends were for, Dylan. I'm sad that my judgement of you was so wrong, too."

Suddenly, realization hit me like a brick in the face. Of course Deirdre had forgotten all about our deal. Of course she'd forgotten to tell Day about how I feel towards her and everything else.

And no way was I going to lose her because of Deeds' mistakes.

"Day, wait," I said, trying to muster up a smile.

"What?" she snapped, irritated.

"Okay, let's talk this out then," I said, trying to not sound like I wanted to just drop everything and yell at Deirdre for the rest of my existence.

"No, I'm sorry for taking your time," she hissed, rolling her eyes. "Have a nice day."

She turned around, walking quickly and swaying her hips, and I felt a stab in the gut as she left, and I rushed up to her and turned her around, my hands big against her tiny shoulders.

She blushed and stumbled back, looking flustered. I grinned, proud that I had that effect on her.

"I'm sorry, alright?" I whispered, tucking her hair behind her ears.

She glared at me as I touched her hair, and made an exaggerated effort of tossing that lock across her face again.

I sighed and shook my head in disbelief. Why did I like her again?

"I'm not backing down so easily, Dylan. If you think that putting my hair behind my ears will make me melt into a pool of goo, then you're dead wrong and I hate to be the one who has to break it to you."

She then pouted and placed her hands on her hips, ripping my attention to them. Seriously, why was she so hot?

"Day, you're one of the most amazing people I've ever met. You're always capable of surprising me," I managed to say, grinning a little.

She rolled her eyes. "Dylan, I like cheese as long as I can eat it. I don't like it when it's strung into sentences."

Damn. This girl was just...

"Ooh, sassy," I said, laughing now.

She just kept her lips pursed and rolled her eyes at me. This was what I meant by she has the capability of making me feel really dumb and insignificant at times.

"It's what I do best," she said, shrugging.

"Alright, I'm sorry," I said, offering her the biggest smile I could muster. Hey, I've heard I had a great smile with adorable dimples. I'm not passing off an opportunity to make myself look at least mildly attractive in front of Day.

"Alright, I'm not," she said, giving me an equally large but very sarcastic smile in return.

"Day," I pleaded.

"Dylan," she mimicked.

"You're being really annoying right now, Winters," I said, rolling my eyes exaggeratedly at her. Don't get me wrong, just because I liked her didn't mean I was blind to the fact that she was just about as annoying as the word 'hello' put on repeat in a Care Bear voice.

"You're being really annoyed right now, Daniels," she retorted, and I groaned.

"Why did you lie to us though?" I asked, deciding to a) ditch the annoying conversation and b) I was genuinely curious.

"I don't know," she said, after a pause. "I guess I'd never been to a school before, and I just wanted to fit in so badly it was like a dull ache. I didn't think it was easy to be popular, but I so badly wanted to be that I decided to tell everyone that I knew her."

"That's so dumb," I said with an eye roll. Day would have been popular anyway. Honestly, she lived next door to me. It wasn't something every girl got a chance at.

"Not as dumb as you," she retaliated, sticking out her tongue.

Even her tongue was hot. It was pink and... yeah, I should really stop.

But damn that tongue.

"You live next door to me. What popularity compares to that privilege?" I asked cockily.

"Hmm... not living next to you?" she said, teasingly. Damn, she was back with the flirting and now I wouldn't know how to react.

"Wow, I'm offended," I said, laughing. "Anyway, I just want to tell you to not lie to me. Ever."

She smiled and nodded. "I swear I won't. I don't know Starlight at all."

"So... should we start over?" I asked, holding out my hand hesitantly. God, if she refused, I'd be a wreck.

She sighed with relief. "Yes, of course we should. I would be an idiot to object to an offer like that."

"Well, you are an idiot, so I wasn't too sure of what to expect," I said, shrugging. Well, the truth was I was having a mini-dance party in my head.

This earned me a punch in the arm.

"You have no idea how relieved I am though! I mean, I thought you were friends with Nat and stuff and that I'd just earned myself a ticket to Loserville or something and I didn't want that happening, you know? I mean, it's not like I actually care about my social status anymore but I care about you guys and I didn't want to lose the friendship that we have. It's kind of scary how scared I was. Does that make sense? I think it makes sense. It kind of does. Although that's probably a trick question because nothing about me makes sense! I mean, who has a nightmare of a pizza chasing them with a knife and threatening to kill them? I don't think any normal person does. Or the time I had this obsession with marrying apples. It was kind of weird. My parents had to lock up all the fruits before I did the rituals and stuff. I think I was ten. I was an eccentric child. Then again, which genius isn't eccentric? I mean—"

She's adorable when she rambles.

I cut her off her ranting session. "Shut up, Day. I get the point loud and clear."

"No, you don't tell me what to do," she said, snapping her fingers in front of my face sassily.

"Yeah, I kinda do," I said, making it sound like it was imperative and obvious.

"Says who?" she challenged.

"Says the best guy in the world. Now if you talk again, I'm going to make you shut up."

I meant I was going to kiss her. Honestly, this was killing me. Deirdre hadn't done shit about this and I was so tired of her standing so tantalizingly close without anything happening between us. I'm Dylan Daniels, and I never fight for the girls.

What the absolute hell had Day done to me?

"Oh yeah?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "Well, we'll see about that. Even a wipeout of the human population won't make me shut up. Did you know for the longest time I thought ciao was Chinese? Then I went to Italy when I was eleven or something and I heard people saying ciao all the time which was pretty funny at first until I found out that it wasn't because the joke was on me. That was pretty embarrassing actually. I don't like the joke being on me. I don't like being made fun of. Now I sound like a little brat. I remember my weird Bratz obsession that I—"

I did it. I pushed myself forward and latched my lips against her, feeling the immense pleasure shoot throughout my body. I then moved forward and pulled her closer to me, trying to make her move her soft, pink lips as well but she was frozen. I ran my fingers through her luscious golden locks and held her head in my hands, bending a little because she was so adorably tiny.

Then, out of the blue, she tipped her head forward and deepened it, and it was my turn to freeze over. Did she just kiss me back?

Holy shit.

I kissed Day Winters.

After a little while (it seemed way too short), she pulled back, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her now puffy lips and go insane. I was going to have to do this again.

"It's going to take a lot more than that to shut me up, Mister," she said, rolling her eyes. It would have been convincing if her voice wasn't husky and her eyes weren't glazed over with... I'm not even sure what it was. "That was such a pathetic attempt to clamp down a chatterbox."

"Aw damn, I was hoping it would," I mumbled, trying to be sarcastic.

"Well you hoped wrong! You can't just press your lips onto mine and then expect me to become a blustering idiot." She stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ouch? Did she have to make it any more obvious that I meant nothing to her at all?

"Well, most girls I do that to become loons," I joked, regaining my composure now.

"Well, I'm not most girls," she said, seriously.

"Yeah, you're far from being most girls, Day," I said, even if I knew she'd just been joking.

"I'm going to go home," she said, suddenly. "Um, bye?"

I rubbed my neck awkwardly too. "Yeah, bye," I said, a little huskily. Damn, my feelings were obvious.

"Bye," I repeated, clearing my throat, embarrassed.

"See you tomorrow," she added, and I grinned.

"I'll look forward to it," I called out as she left my driveway.

I really, really liked this girl, and I was going to go absolutely, totally, completely insane. 

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[Chapter 32: Stinking Skunks, Smelly Fish and a Surprise called Sandy]

"Dee-lan!" squealed Sandréa, gushing slightly. I suppressed the urge to groan, throw my food out the window and cry for eternity. If there was one girl who could make me wonder whether life was even worth living anymore with her around, it was Sandy.

"San-dy!" I imitated, sarcastically.

She cooed and pinched my cheeks.

It's okay, Dylan, I told myself. Just imagine this is Day and that everything is okay.

Hah, Day going all creepy on me was as easy as saying that leprechauns will stop looking for gold.

"Come on, we're leaving," Dad said, before smiling at Sandy's dad, his CEO. "Dylan, I need to talk to you, okay?" he asked, and his voice was steely.

I braced myself.

The two of them left, and I groaned and turned to Dad. "I swear, I'm being super nice to her!"

Dad pursed his lips. "Why were you in the bathroom for so long?" he demanded.

I bit my lip, thinking about my conversation with Starlight. That girl was the coolest person ever.

Well, she was as cool as Day. The two of them could tie at the top spot. Wait no, they were the second coolest. I was the coolest, obviously.

You get my point.

"I, uh... needed to catch up on this homework thing with Zach," I lied, smoothly.

Dad didn't buy it. "Yeah, sure. All I'm saying is that if you screw this up for me, you will regret it, young man," he snarled, and I gulped.

"Yes, sir," I saluted weakly, and he glared harder at that.

If anything happened to or with Sandy, I would be so, SO screwed.

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[School corridors (Not a mentioned chapter)]

I walked to my locker, feeling the weight of my bag press against my back as I slung it over one shoulder. I spotted Day as she took her books out, and she was wearing a yellow skater skirt and a black and white shirt tucked in, and her blonde hair was tied up high. The only thing off about her was the fact that she was in, well, a wheelchair.

"Hey, Dylan," Cady greeted, batting her eyelashes at me. Ugh. If it's up to me, I'm sure she was the one who poisoned Day's drink.

I allowed myself to not cringe. "Hey, Cady," I said, still gazing at Day. I was the creepiest creep around.

Day grinned, and for a moment, I allowed myself to hope that it was for me. She'd freaking fallen off a windowsill and Max had definitely one-upped me with that super sweet message. I raised my hand up to wave to her, but she completely ignored me.

"Hey Cady, can you help me out with my books?" she asked, acting like I wasn't even there. It hurt like a bitch, really.

"Sure, chica," she said, rushing up to her. I caught the slight curl of her lip that indicated otherwise, and she rolled her eyes as she pushed Day's wheelchair while Day chatted amicably.

Then, I saw what had caught my eye before.

"Ian," I growled, walking up to him and grabbing him by the t-shirt.

"What?" he asked, trying to act tough but the quaver in his voice indicated otherwise.

"Give. Me. Your. Bloody. Phone. Now." I yelled, shaking him.

With shaking hands, he handed it to me, gulping. I felt the vein in my neck bulge as I saw the photos he'd discreetly shot of Day. There were some when she turned and smiled. There were some with her in gym, raising her hands up so that a strip of skin across her stomach showed.

"Haha," he said, weakly. "You got me. I couldn't help myself. Damn, she's hot."

I threw his phone on the ground, noting gladly how the battery fell out. "What the actual f*ck is wrong with you, you pervert? When the freaking hell are you going to stop following the girl around!?"

He winced. "Hey, don't act like you wouldn't do the same thing, alright?" he said, shaking slightly now. "I know how desperate you are for that chick's attention. The difference between you and me is that I know I don't stand a chance. You're actually under the impression that you and her is... possible," he hissed, saying the last bit disdainfully.

That was it. Without knowing, I felt my arm fly out and thwack him in the face. He yelped in pain and fell to the floor, clutching his head. With a roar, he then tried to kick me, but I held his hand and twisted it around, watching how he winced in pain. The freak deserved nothing less than this, if not more. He couldn't think he could just go and take predatory photos of an innocent girl.

In practically five seconds, we were in the middle of a full-blown fight. There were fists everywhere and I felt a splash of blood pool around in my mouth. The rest of the events were a blur, but I remember having to go home early.

I didn't care. If anyone wanted to make a move or even think about laying a finger on Day, they'd have to get through me, first.

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[Chapter 42: I have Bad Luck in the Neighborhood Department]

I watched as she walked away, and I saw the tears shining in her eyes. Day Winters was Starlight. It made so much sense now. How she claimed she was immobile, how she said that there was a bitch who was trying to ruin her life... how it was a star's light that brought out a new day. It was all so painfully obvious now, and I hadn't been quick enough to figure out. She must have never told everyone because she wanted us to love her because she was her.

I needed to make this up to her. I'd loved the same girl twice through two different ways. This had to be a sign, right? This had to have meant that fate needed something to happen.

I'd lost Day way too many times already. I'd lost her trust, I'd yelled at her and overall, just been a complete ass to someone who didn't deserve it.

I wasn't going to lose her again. This time, I was going to make things work. 

A/N:

Just another random photo of Day ^^

Heylooo!

OH. MY. GODS. I hit 6000 words, guys! Do you love me or not :P

Anyway, comment your thoughts. It was so weird writing this chapter tbh

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~Lexi