A/N: So, here's the conclusion of this one. I know I took my sweet time about updating and I apologize. I had some trouble coming to a satisfactory conclusion. The next part is coming soon, probably by the end of the weekend. I emotionally need a break from the Littles (who have gotten a little heavy lately) these guys are always good for some fluff.

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Chapter 14

So it seems our little mystery is solved. Skate Skank seen sprinting across campus. Where oh where could she be running to?

Our Queen Bee seems to be going it alone. Can anyone blame her after her other half's exploits this weekend?

Can you all believe that our perfect couple actually made it a weekend without breaking up? Even if her Latin Lover is now totally free and clearly has his eyes back on her and only her. Something tells me lust won't trump love this time around.

And as for the bigger bash and his blonde, they really seem to be in the past. He's still in the company of a certain skater from across the Atlantic. It must be accent.


"I should have known!" Tammy squealed bursting into Fulton and Portman's room. "Hi Portman."

"Hi," Portman nodded.

"What should you have known?" Fulton mumbled. He was still kind of upset about the previous weekend, especially since now the whole school was talking about Tammy and Charlie's rather epic and public makeout session.

"The other guy in the picture," she said and sat down. "Are you mad at me?"

"I'm out," Portman stood up.

"See you," Fulton nodded and Tammy waved. "Why would I be mad? It seems like my girlfriend is completely incapable of keeping it zipped but other than that, no reason." She sighed. "Who's the other guy?"

"His name is Stefanos," she said. "And I definitely did not have sex with him!" She stood up and marched outside. Fulton groaned and followed after her.

"Tammy," he said, "I'm sorry."

"I haven't been with anyone else since I've been with you, can you say the same thing?" She crossed her arms.

"Yes," he nodded. "I can."

"What about Emily?" She asked.

"I didn't have sex with Emily," he said. She rolled her eyes.

"I guess not technically," she mumbled. He looked at her.

"Given the pictures of your hand in Charlie's pants from this weekend on Duck Watch," he said. "I'd say we're even on the 'not technically' front. How do you know you didn't have sex with this Stefanos guy?"

"Well, because he's gay for one thing!" She said. He looked at her. "Oh, yeah, totally gay, like big time butt pirate."

"Did you just say butt pirate?" He smiled. She nodded. "I love you." He kissed her. "But what does that mean?"

"Well," she said. "Sebastian's always been a little bi-curious," she shrugged. Fulton nodded. "They had sex and Monique and I caught them right before I passed out."

"So who sent you the picture then?" He asked.

"Sebastian," she sighed, "I'm guessing he's the one who drugged me too. He was very disappointed when I didn't want to party with them, and he's also very protective of the whole he has sex with guys occasionally thing, so I guess he wanted to make sure I didn't tell. I guess he was blackmailing me. Marina probably thought it was a hilarious joke."

"So, that's it?" He said. "As long as you don't tell anyone that they slept together, this is over?" She nodded. "And you'll go back to normal?" She swallowed.

"Of course," she nodded and kissed him. But the thing was, she wasn't sure if she still wanted to be back to normal! It had been fun being the girl who was friends with Monique again.


Carlyle sat in the library carefully turning the pages of a book. She was proud of herself, but kind of sad. She wanted Charlie. She understood that he needed space, but she wanted him. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted, it wasn't a feeling she liked. And why did it always seem to happen with boys?

"I can't believe she actually is that cold," someone said walking past. She shifted in her seat. "Staying with a guy who's cheating on you, just to keep a social position."

"Seriously," the girl's companion said. She closed her eyes feeling tears rise in them. She closed the book loudly and stood up and turned around. "Hi, Carlyle."

"Hello," she said with a simple smile on her face. She walked past them and into the boys dorm. She knocked confidently on Charlie's door. He answered it. "We need to talk."

"OK," he said softly as she walked in. "Look Carlyle," he started and she held up her hand.

"I love you," she said. "I really love you, but I'm not going to change. I'm not patient, and I'm not flexible."

"I'm aware of that," he smirked. She nodded seriously. "Carlyle,"

"I'm not done," she said. "I don't know what happened this weekend, and frankly, I don't care. But if anything like it happens again, we're over. Is that understood?"

"Yes," he kissed her. "Understood."

"Good," she said. "And another thing, I'm not cold."

"I'm aware," he said, putting his hands around her face. "I love you too, for the record." She nodded and he kissed her.

"Just me?" She said.

"Just you," he smiled. "I promise." She nodded and kissed him.


Connie and Guy sat together at dinner. He looked at her and smiled.

"What?" She said.

"We didn't break up this week," he teased. She laughed. "I'm proud of us."

"I told you," she insisted, "this year is going to be different." He laughed. "I'm studying with Luis later."

"You're saying that like you're asking for my permission," he said softly. She shrugged. "I trust you. I think I might even trust him." She laughed. "Like you said, this year is going to be different."

"OK," she smiled and kissed him and stood up. "I have to go. Come over later?"

"Won't Carlyle be there?" He asked.

"Nah, she has to start working on homecoming," she shrugged. "I think themes are what's coming on now."

"Oooh," Guy nodded. "Exciting." She laughed. "I'll text you to make sure you're done studying."

"OK," Connie smiled.


Portman stared across the cafeteria to where Julie was sitting with Annie and Banks. She looked happier. That was a blessing, maybe now he'd stop feeling guilty about being with Monique.

"Bonjour Dean," Monique said sliding into the seat next to him.

"Hey," he nodded and kissed her. The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was still there. What was that?

"I was thinking that tonight we could get together," she said in her perfect smooth accent. He nodded distractedly. "Oh good," she giggled and kissed him again and stood up. "Later then, chere!" She whispered and walked away. He looked over at Julie again and saw that another guy had sat down with them. She was laughing at something he said. He thought of Monique's pure sex appeal and banished all thoughts of Julie's comforting laugh from his mind. It just wasn't worth it.

Well, certainly the past week's events certainly have left me with a lot of questions…

Once you open up a door, can it be closed? Especially if whoever did the opening isn't sure?

Is there life after happily ever after?

And can a Cowboy win a Queen? Especially if her Captain isn't so sure he's up for the weight of crown anymore…


A/N: I promise that the next part won't take so long to get up or written, because I know what I want it to be and where I want it to go! Thank soo much for your patience, anyone who still read!