A/N Caution
This update will give all Drew and Kaitlyn shippers the feels 😍

Speaking of which, we need a ship name. Ideas?
Once we have a few, we can all take a vote on which one we like the best 😎

I've got a nice long chapter for you today; about 3000 words! New record *does victory dance*

PSA: If I fail AP US History because I updated instead of studying, I'm going to publish this book and force you all to buy it so I can pay for college.

Without further ado, the chapter you've all been waiting for :)

Enjoy.
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*Kaitlyn MacDonald*

After driving in a sort of stunned silence for the remainder of the trip home, I pull into the driveway and park the car.

"Why would Drew text me? What does he want?" I'm only slightly panicking as I turn the engine off and open the door to get out.

"Lyn. Relax. I'm sure he was just wondering why you had to go to the hospital," Jordan reasons as he unbuckles his seatbelt. As he goes to open the door, I stop him.

"Okay, two things. One, there's no way you are getting out of the car without my help. And two, why not just text you? After all, you guys are basically besties."

"Kaitlyn, I'm grimacing for two reasons. One is the pain from my knee, and the other is because of your use of the word 'besties'. Guys are not besties, nor do they constantly text each other like girls do. You'd think that, growing up with Sam and me, that you'd know that by now." Jordan laughs, causing me to crack a smile along with him.

"Yeah, you're right," I say, and grab his crutches from where I put them in the back of the car. "Now, let's get you inside. I'm hungry, and I'm sure you are too."

Ten minutes later, after some creative swearing from Jordan and some hair pulling from me, I've managed to get Jordan situated on the couch, crutches on the side, with a new ice pack secured on his knee. I strew blankets all over him, and an extra stack of couch pillows are on the ground next to him.

"Gee, K, you'd think I was an invalid." He jokes, readjusting his leg on the pillows propping it up,

"Shut up and accept the help," I grumble, turning away from him so he can't see my smile.

He laughs. "Gladly. Can we order a pizza now? I'm still hungry from practice."

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When the pizza gets here and I pay, I bring it over to Jordan's couch and sit next to him. After placing the pizza on the table in front of us, I lean back into the cushions with a sigh.

Jordan's left arm drapes around my shoulder and pulls me into him, resting my head on his shoulder. I snuggle myself up close to him, ignoring the vibrations of his chest as he laughs at me.

"You seem off, Lyn. What's going on?" He questions, turning his head to look at me questionably. I sigh.

"I'm not really sure. There's this guy and I can't stand him, but at the same time he intrigues me. I hardly know anything about him except what I've heard in rumor and the miniscule amount of things he's told me. What am I supposed to do, J?"

He runs his hand through his hair before responding. "Well, judging from what you just said, this isn't Parker. I know it's not Beth, unless she recently changed genders without me knowing. I'm going to assume that I know this person, because I don't think you would be asking me for advice about him otherwise. Right?"

"Right."

"Let me guess; Drew?"

I merely nod, slightly stunned at his easy guess.

"Is it that obvious?" I ask nervously. If Jordan knows, what's to say the whole school doesn't?

"Blatantly," he replies, causing me to groan.

"Great. Just great. Next thing I know, Beth's going to be asking me if we hook up during our tutoring sessions. She knows that I find him annoying and self-obsessed. He drives us both crazy, she's told me so."

"Hmm..."

"What, Jordan? Do you know something? Speak, man!" I shove him with my elbow, causing the piece of pizza he was eating to flop onto his lap.

"Kaitlyn," he whines. "You were being so boring that I was starting to fall asleep, so I took a piece of pizza to eat, and it was so good I was making noises. Don't judge me."

I glance sideways at him, his lower face covered in pizza sauce, the upside down slice of pizza on his green basketball shorts, and I start laughing. Hard.

Pretty soon, we're both in various states of cracking up. I think the pizza got eaten during that time frame, but who knows? The smell was killing me like always, but like always I couldn't have any.

I just love being lactose intolerant.

Once we calm down, Jordan sighs and rubs my arm with his hand. "But for real, Kaitlyn, don't sweat it. You're smart, and you've dealt with more boys than I'd like to know. Just take things one step at a time. Besides, you only have to see him during tutoring sessions, right?"

"Wrong. We have German together, and he's in my study hall period. I heard a rumor he was switching into my history class fourth hour too, so that might be another class. Granted, we have no interaction, but it bothers me to know that he's in the same room as me doing goodness knows what. I'm pretty sure he skips a lot of class too, which is one of the main reasons why I'm currently tutoring him in every subject."

Jordan whistles. "Sounds like you've got a handful with him in your life. But you're strong. If anything, you've definitely proved that you're strong. Remember when Asher moved away? And you were heartbroken that he left without saying goodbye? Man, the tears you shed when you heard that he said-"

"Okay!" I shout over him "You've made your point. Now, can we talk about something else, please?"

His chuckle makes me smile. "Of course, little sis. Let's catch up. I feel like I haven't talked to you in three years."

We spend the rest of the night talking and laughing, pausing only to call Grandma when we remember she might want to know about Jordan's injury. Around 9:30, Sam comes in and drops his backpack off. After a quick hello and explanation about Jordan's knee from us, he heads upstairs. Turning my focus back onto Jordan, I listen, enraptured as he recounts his adventure with Peyton they had last week while bowling.

I shove him. "Why don't you just ask her out already? It's obvious she likes you, otherwise I seriously doubt she would be hanging out with you this much. Besides, based off of what you've said, she's being very flirty. In girl talk, flirting equals like."

Jordan rolls his eyes before mussing up my hair. "Kaitlyn, I asked her to be my girlfriend at beginning of the week. Only, you were too busy being exasperated with Drew to hear me talking about it at dinner on Tuesday. "

I hold up my hands. "Guilty as charged."

We fall into a comfortable silence, and I glance at my phone. 10:00 pm. Responsible Kaitlyn wants to go to bed, but brother-loving, Drew-whatsing Kaitlyn wants to stay up. Only problem, I think I'm going to fall asleep soon.

"Jordan?" I whisper.

"Yo."

"Let's watch Netflix."

"Sauce me the remote." So I do.

The next time I look at the clock, it reads 3 am. Jordan passed out about an hour ago, but we had just started a movie and I wanted to finish it. I'm not the one leaning on him now anyways. He's currently snoring in my ear, and as much as I want to wake him up and push him off, he needs his rest. Injuries can take a lot out of you. So I keep watching the movie; Clueless is a classic.

Once the end credits roll, I turn the TV off and sit in silence until 4:17 am, when I decide that Jordan can sleep while I'm at school. I disentangle myself from him and head upstairs, the darkness threatening to overcome me as I reach my bedroom door.

After shutting the door behind me, I flop onto the bed, not bothering to take my contacts out or brush my teeth. I'm going to wake up in less than two hours anyways.

I double check to make sure my alarm is set before closing my eyes and sinking into a world full of jerks named Drew.

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All too soon my alarm rings, and I groan before dragging myself out of bed and into the shower. Not caring what I look like today, because I'm so flipping tired, I grab a pair of maroon jeans and a grey off-the-shoulder sweater, pairing it with my Converse. I have enough energy to change my contacts, and I hiss when I accidentally poke myself in the eye.

By the time I'm done getting ready, I grab my phone and my backpack and walk to my door. As soon as I open it, someone is knocking on my forehead. I grab their hand and see Sam, turning slightly red.

"What?" I growl. He yanks his hand away from my grasp and rubs it.

"Gosh, K. You've got quite a grip there. I just wanted to say that I beat you getting ready for once. You took almost an hour!" He laughs and runs off down the hallway.

I gasp and check my phone. It reads 6:47. Shoot. I groan and follow Sam down the hallway, covering my yawn with my hand. I should not have stayed up so late.

Once I finish tripping down the stairs, I drop my backpack off by the front door and take a strawberry banana to-go smoothie from the fridge. Out of curiosity, I check the label for the caffeine content.

It reads caffeine free. I love my life.

"Sam!" I holler. "If I don't want to die today, I need coffee. We're leaving in five minutes."

"Okay!" is all that comes out of his mouth. Such an eager child, not yet ruined by the woes of high school.

Before leaving, I quickly check up on Jordan. He's still asleep where I left him last night, arms wrapped around a pillow, mouth hanging open. I can hear him snoring from across the room. He looks so comfortable laying there that I'm jealous, and I'm slightly tempted to curl up next to him and sleep for the whole day. Why did I stay up so late again?

I shake my head and grab my keys, walking out to my car. Sam is leaning against the passenger door texting someone on his phone. I honk the horn from the garage and laugh when he jumps in surprise.

"Kaitlyn," he groans. "You have to buy me a muffin at Starbucks now." I roll my eyes.

"Get in the car."

At Starbucks, we go through the drive-thru, me ordering an almond milk coffee (A/N I just made that up. I've been to Starbucks all of two times 😂) and getting Sam a blueberry muffin.

After paying for the food, I race to school, barely making it in time for the first bell.

In chemistry, I slide into my seat next to Parker.

"Hey," he nudges me. "Rough morning?"

I groan. "You wouldn't believe it if I told you."

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I manage to make it through the day without falling asleep, only slightly dozing off in English when I'm supposed to be reading from the book we are currently working on, Hamlet. Good old Shakespeare.

By the end of the day, I'm about ready to drop. Sam is going home with his friend again to spend the night, and Jordan is probably still at home somewhere. I'm ready to enjoy a quiet night at home when-

"Are you avoiding me, Kaitlyn?"

Why. Just why.

I turn around to face the one and only Drew McCarthy, who has his arms crossed.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You didn't answer my text or return my call. You didn't talk to me in school at all today, and even when I tried to talk to you while we were at our lockers, you didn't even react. What's going on?"

I blink. Did he do all that?

"I must have been too tired to notice, honestly," I reply, yawning to prove my point.

He smirks. "I can see that. Are you ready for the last tutoring session of the week? I believe Fridays are history. We may not have history right now, but we will soon."

"Is it true you're transferring into my history class?" I ask.

"Now, where did you get an idea like that?"

Oh, I don't know. Maybe just the entire school is talking about it because Jean blew a gasket when she found out Drew wouldn't be in her history class anymore.

"Oh, no reason."

Just then, my phone rang. Checking the caller ID, I see Jordan's name on the screen.

"Jordan? Is everything okay? Do you need help?" I ask frantically.

"Kaitlyn, calm down. I just called to say that Peyton is picking me up right after school. We're going to her house to watch some movies. She wants to quote-on-quote take care of me. I think she likes the idea of me being dependent on her." He laughs, and I find myself smiling in relief.

"Okay, J," I say. "Just be safe and call me if there's any problem at all. I'm not planning on going anywhere, so you know where to find me."

I glance over at Drew to find him looking at me, one eyebrow raised as if to say, "Oh really?"

I frown at him and tune back in to Jordan saying goodbye.

"See you whenever. Drive safe, K."

"Bye Jordan."

He hangs up and I lock my phone before sliding it into my pocket. Stifling a yawn, I turn back to Drew.

"Let's get this session over with," I say. "I want to go to bed as soon as possible."

"I'll follow you, as always," he winks, and walks away to where his gorgeous car is parked. I stare after him for a few seconds, admiring the way his dark hair shines in the light, the way his arm muscles ripple as he swings them.

What a boy. What a perfect boy.

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My eyes droop once more, and I slap my cheeks to force myself awake. Drew and I are currently sitting on the floor in the living room, our backs against the couch, books spread out around us.

"You good, K?" Drew asks.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? Would you prefer baby doll?"

Yes.

"No."

"What then?"

"My name works just fine, thanks!" I snap, and immediately feel bad as I see the look on Drew's face. "I'm sorry, Drew. I only got two hours of sleep last night, and it's making me crabby."

"Thinking of me? Am I so exciting that you couldn't bear to fall asleep?"

"Whatever floats your boat. But if you must know, Jordan and I were doing some sibling bonding, watching some movies, him eating some pizza. The like." I yawn once more, so loudly that Drew whistles in appreciation.

"Damn, MacDonald. I don't think you're going to be much help to me for studying right now. I think we should take a break from school work for a little bit." His voice sounds so earnest, so soothing that I miss the sly undertone hidden in his words.

"What do you," I yawn, breaking up my sentence, "have in mind?"

"You."

My head shoots up, mouth falling open in surprise.

Drew starts laughing. Hard. I find myself admiring him. His straight teeth, the crinkles underneath his eyes as he smiles. He is beautiful.

"Your face! I wish I had a camera; that was beautiful. No, but I was kidding. We still need to watch Pirates of the Caribbean." Drew smiles at me, a real smile.

"Okay," I agree.

"It's on Netflix, I checked this morning. Sauce me the remote, will you?"

I laugh while passing it over. "You know, Jordan said the same thing last night. Coincidence, eh?"

He shrugs. "Maybe."

Drew pushes himself up off the ground and sits back on the couch. I remain on the floor, too tired to do anything except sit.

"Kaitlyn. Come sit by me." He's patting the spot on the couch beside him.

I shake my head. "Too much effort," I yawn again. "The floor is fine for me."

He sighs. I look down at my fuzzy socks, absently picking at a yellow thread when I hear Drew shift on the couch.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, gently pulling me up onto the couch. They set me close to their owner and remove themselves from my waist. One of them drapes itself over my shoulder, effectively tucking me into a hard warm side.

I look up to see Drew's dark eyes staring back down at me. Enthralled for a moment, I stare back. We lean in closer to each other, and-

The jarring noise of the Disney theme stops our progress, and I look away from him, blushing. I don't know if that was just a heat of the moment thing or something actually real. Part of me wants to know, and part of me doesn't.

I open my mouth to say something, but Drew puts a finger to my lips. "Shush," he says. "The beginning is important." I nod, expecting him to remove his finger, but he lets it linger.

What is going on?

Once he removes his hand from my face, I relax into his side a little bit, making myself comfortable. He pulls me tighter, and I rest my head on his chest. From where my ear is, I can hear his heart pounding erratically.

Strange.

We're at the part where Elizabeth fell into the water when my eyes start drooping again. Letting out a huge yawn, I unconsciously bury myself into his chest.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep is a hand stroking my hair and a soft mouth on my forehead.

*Drew McCarthy*

When Elizabeth falls into the water, I smile, knowing that Kaitlyn should like this part. When I look down at her snuggled in my arms to see how she likes it,  I can tell she's tired. Her eyes are closing and her breathing is slowing down and becoming deeper.

Wait. Why do I care? What am I doing this for? I'm Drew McCarthy, not some pansy.

I'm about to push her off of me when she buries her face in my chest. I freeze, not knowing what to do. A girl has never gotten this close to me before without some ulterior motive, like hooking up. Kaitlyn definitely doesn't want to hook up; she's made that perfectly clear many times this week.

I find myself stroking her long brown hair. It's as soft and shiny as it looked in the hallway last week, and I think I'm officially in love with it. I'll have to ask her what shampoo she uses, because I want hair like this so I can touch it all the time.

As I'm winding one of the strands around my finger, I notice Kaitlyn has gone silent. Looking down, I see she is asleep, tiny puffs of breath coming out of her mouth. She looks so small, so vulnerable, that my heart melts slightly, and I gently kiss her forehead.

I know, at that instant, that I would do anything for this girl.

The one thing that makes me mad, however, is what happened at the party on Monday night. I could tell that she had had too much to drink, and I was going to take her home, like any person who wanted to keep their grades up would do.

But someone else got to her before I could.

I tried to see who it was, but it was too dark and there were too many people in my way. The only thing I know is that someone pressed something into my hand that night; her phone.

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A/N

I wasn't sure where and how I wanted to end this chapter, but this is how it came out.

I'm also not sure why Drew realizes he's in deep with Kaitlyn. It's so annoying when your own characters don't do what you want them to, am I right? We'll see how this fits in with everything else.

Oh yeah, I guess Kaitlyn is somebody else's sky of stars, hmm?

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-the agony that is a dropped slice of pizza

PS Next update will be Wednesday at the earliest. I'm taking the PSAT from 7:15 to 11, so I'll probably be home by 11:30. That means lots of time for writing, if I'm not suffocating in homework.

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