A/N I know I've said chapters were sucky before, but this one takes the cake. It was virtually unplanned, written in about an hour, and somehow has a big plot reveal. I'm not really sure what's going on anymore, TBH.

Let me know what you think <3

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*Kaitlyn MacDonald*

Drew and I stand there for a few more seconds before I hear a door open down the hallway, and I quickly pull away. As I do so, I glance up at Drew, only to see something that looks like hurt in his eyes. But what is he expecting? That I stay standing there with him practically wrapped around me for everybody to see?

I don't think so. I'm not feeling that much crazier than old Kaitlyn today.

My history teacher's heels click down the floor until she rounds a corner into the teacher's lounge that's at the end of the hallway.

"Kaitlyn." His voice is soft, gentle even, and I turn towards him, only to be stunned by the genuine look of... something in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"I just want to say that you're really pretty." He rubs his hand on the back of his neck, the movement slightly lifting up his shirt. My heart instinctively flutters, both because of his abs that are peeking from behind the fabric and the words themselves.

I quickly put the rest of my books into my backpack before zipping it up and locking my locker.

"Thanks."

"I meant it."

I smile softly at him, looking him straight in the eye.

"So did I."

I catch his beautiful smile before turning away and walking down the hallway to German.

"Hey, jerk!" I call over my shoulder.

"Yeah?" He smirks.

"You coming to class?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

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Drew and I almost get kicked out of German again, except this time he and I are both contributing to the disruption. Frau Polsinelli is on the verge of sending us to the principal's office when the bell rings.

She glares at us as Drew grabs my wrist and pulls me out of class quickly, ignoring the stares of our classmates. I can understand their confusion. They've probably never seen Drew with a girl without him having some ulterior motive for being with them. I can imagine the rumors now.

"Drew, where are we going?" I say, attempting to keep my backpack on my shoulder as I'm pulled through the crowds of students.

"Where do you think, nerd? We're going to skip, duh."

His words bring me to a halt. "Wait, what? We can't skip!"

"And why not? It's study hall. Nobody's even going to miss you there. You know, I'm not sure I understand why you stay for 7th period every day anyways."

I shrug. "Sam has an actual class 7th hour, so I'd just be hanging around for 50 minutes anyways." Then I frown. "Speaking of Sam, why was he at your house? What was he doing there?"

"I told him I wouldn't tell you. He made me promise. I think you and he should have some time to talk, maybe with Jordan too, once he's not so loopy from painkillers."

"Please? Can you give me a hint, at least?'

Drew glances around furtively, as if worried someone would overhear. However, the hallways are nearly empty, seeing as class starts in less than a minute. Grass Lake isn't a small place either; classes that are on opposite sides of the building and on different floors can often take 4 minutes to get to, and with all the student traffic, it's not much easier.

"Fine. But not here. Let's go somewhere else." He tugs on my wrist again, and I raise my eyebrows, but don't comment.

Before we make it around the corner to the exit door, a small voice calls my name.

"Kaitlyn?" I internally roll my eyes and stop walking. It's Beth. "Kaitlyn, can we talk?"

"Fine. Drew, will you excuse me please? I'll meet you outside afterwards."

"Okay," he says uncertainly, releasing my wrist before making his way outside.

Once the door shuts behind him and Beth and I are alone, she speaks.

"Are you mad at me?" she blurts out.

Yes.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I mean, you seemed so cold at lunch today. I just wanted to know that whatever I did, I'm really sorry and I didn't mean it, I promise." She's pleading with me, even though she doesn't know what she's pleading for.

"Beth," I begin carefully, what do you remember of Halloween night?"

"Not much." She shrugs. "Why?"

"So you don't remember flirting shamelessly with Drew, grinding on him, and telling me not to tell myself that you were there at the party when you were drunk off your ass?"

The look on her face is enough, her mouth dropped in horror. "What?"

"Beth," I say seriously, sitting down against the lockers. She plops herself down next to me, at a decent distance, for which I'm thankful. "Did you and Drew ever have anything together?"

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I drive home quickly by myself. School gets out in 20 minutes, but I texted Sam before I left to get a ride home with Ashton. I'm in no mood for him to be in a car by himself with Drew.

After parking, I slam my car door shut and stomp my way into the kitchen, where I grab a spoon and a gallon of ice cream and drop onto the couch. As I shovel cookies and cream into my mouth, my mind can't help but think back to what Beth told me.

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*approximately a year earlier*

*Beth Reynolds*

I was mad. First, my best friend Jean leaves for a year, and then when she gets back, she becomes friends with Amanda Kelly and kicks me out of our friendship.

Oh, sure, I tried to be nice to both of them. But being friends with someone who had a minion was really difficult.

I was also mad at Amanda for taking my friend away from me. I knew that she liked some boy named Drew McCarthy, so I decided to get revenge. That'll teach the two of them to ditch me for each other. I don't need them anyways.

And so I waited, biding my time and looking for the perfect opportunity to strike back at Amanda. At last, my chance came. What I planned to do wasn't the best, and I knew that my Kaitlyn wouldn't like it. She was a stickler for things like that.

As fate would have it, there was a party at Jean Summer's house in the beginning of sophomore year. That party was the same weekend that Kaitlyn was out of town visiting her grandmother with her two brothers. I knew Jordan would be driving the two of them out for the weekend, and they wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. The party was Saturday night.

Once I got to the party, I immediately scoped out the place, looking for a certain someone that I would only know from a few pictures and a hazy description. I knew I was looking for a dark-haired, tall boy with beautiful eyes. A person like that I figured would be around a lot of people, and so I followed the crowds to the kitchen where a boy was doing a handstand over a keg, drinking directly from it.

I gathered from the chants of "Drew! Drew! Drew!" that I had found the right person. Now it was just a matter of getting myself close to him and getting the two of us alone somewhere. Some part of me thought that was going to be easy, because Drew was now right-side up and really tipsy. He kept wobbling all over the kitchen, no doubt drunk, and I decided to make my move.

As I got closer and could see him better in the light, my breath stopped. He was... gorgeous, for lack of better word. No wonder Amanda liked him. At least this wouldl help with my inhibitions.

I quickly grabbed an unopened can of beer from a cooler on the floor and chugged its contents before throwing the can on the floor and making my way over to the stunning yet drunk boy.

Getting him alone was easy, and getting what I wanted was even easier. The look on Amanda's face when she saw Drew and I stumble out of a dark bedroom together, my panties in his jeans pocket, was priceless. It felt good, especially when she ran off to find Jean and tell her what I did. But I didn't care.

Drew pulled me back towards the kitchen, grabbing us two beers. I gladly took one, before popping it open and chugging it.

Let's get drunk. Forget all about this. Be satisfied that I got my revenge and leave it at that.

And I did.

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*present day*

*Kaitlyn MacDonald*

I place the ice cream and spoon down on the table in front of me when I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.

You didn't even know Drew at the time, and he didn't know you. Stop crying, I tell myself, furiously wiping the water off of my face with my- I mean Drew's hoodie sleeve.

But I did know Beth, and I knew Amanda and Jean too. The fact that Beth didn't tell me what she did, even as my best friend, hurts more than what she actually did.

I check the time on my phone to see it's 3:25. Sam should be home soon.

Groaning, I grab a blanket and pull it over my head as I realize Drew is coming too. Stupid tutoring. Maybe I can tell him I'm not feeling well, and make him go home. Then Sam and I can talk about whatever he was doing at Drew's house the other day.

All too soon the door opens, and in steps Sam and Drew. Two people I do not want to deal with at the moment.

Sam heads upstairs right away, and Drew comes and sits next to me on the couch. Fairly close, mind you.

I must have subconsciously scooted away from him, because he shifts uncomfortably. Oh well. Let him squirm.

"Hey, where did you go? I missed you after you and Beth talked." His voice is gentle, like he's talking to a spooked animal that he's expecting to bolt. I suppose that that's sort of what I am at the moment. He can obviously tell that something's wrong, because normally he would have sat on top of me or called me a name or made a sarcastic remark. Drew things.

Except those aren't present this time.

"I know you and Beth slept together last fall when I was visiting my grandmother," I blurt out. As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, I gasp and slap a hand over my mouth, but to no avail. The damage is done.

"What do you mean?" he asks with ease, raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow above the other.

"You know very well what I mean!" I cry, throwing my hands in the air.

"Lyn, I'm not going to say she meant nothing to me, but I'm not going to say that she did mean something. I was extremely drunk, and she took advantage of me. If she told you the whole truth, then you'd know that."

I do know that, and I hate it.

"I understand that, I do. I'm not going to be unreasonable. But why not just tell me? I understand that we didn't even know each other, that whatever the two of us have right now didn't exist back then, but would it have been so hard to just say something? I asked Beth the same question, and all she told me was that she was too ashamed to share it with anyone else." I cross my arms and look down, feeling hot tears dripping down my face and landing on my hands.

My vision is blurred, but I hear Drew shifting closer before he wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his chest. His hand finds its way into my hair, stroking it softly while he rests his head on mine. I sniffle, burying my face into his shirt, smelling his cologne. Between him and his hoodie, it's slightly overwhelming, but in a good way.

"I'm so sorry, Kaitlyn," he whispers, his lips brushing my ear. "We weren't thinking about how this might affect you."

I shake my head. "Don't apologize for Beth, Drew. Apologize for yourself. Because right now, your apology is the one that means the most."

I feel him smiling, even though I can't see anything. "Okay, then I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking about how this might affect you after I met you. Can you please forgive me?"

I pretend to think. "Hmm...I think-"

I gasp as Drew nips my ear with his teeth, whispering softly, "Please forgive me? I know what I did was wrong. It won't happen again, I promise." I shudder as he peppers my ear with tiny butterfly kisses, shivers running down my body.

"Of course I forgive you. Jerk."

"Glad to hear it. Doll." He laughs, and I join in, snuggling back closer into him.

"Now, how about we skip the tutoring today and go out somewhere? There are a couple of places I'd like to show you."

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A/N I can show you the world.......

now even my chapter titles have become food related. what is this book coming to

Please please please PLEASE tell me what you thought about this chapter! or even how it was written! your comments help make the story better!

any predictions?

and for those of you who guessed that drew and beth slept together, congrats! you were right :)

a little bit of catching up on my life

i'm still single and ready to mingle but I eat too much so eh

I've been reading fewer wattpad books and more actual books, like from the library. pretty sure I have at least 7 checked out rn :)

I still like food

that's always good

:)

-there's no more cheesecake but we have banana cream pie

PS I actually did decently on the mml today (I think). anybody else have math league test things that they do in school?