AN: Second Chapt. Hope you like it...

Three hours of Drills and tactics later I was knackered and had to be dragged from the middle of the pitch. Unfortunately, that didn't turn out so well, as the rest of the team were even more knackered. So we all collapsed, halfway off the pitch. Just laying there, trying to get the feeling back in my limbs.

"Ow," I stated when the feeling DID come back. A few of the guys grunted in agreement but said nothing else.

A few minutes later I managed to drag myself up and stumble towards my stuff. I opened up my gym bag and was relieved when I saw a mars bar. I pounced on it and ate it within 3 seconds. Ew. I feel kind of sick now. I shouldn't of eaten it that fast...

"Guys, I'm off," I shouted to the others as I stumbled with my bag. Damn, what was in this thing? A football player?

"Here, I'll help," Damien said as he ran up beside me. He took the bag off my shoulder and I tried to force the goose-bumps that raised on my shoulder when his hand brushed it.

He slung my bag over his shoulder and we both walked in silence to the car park. That's when I broke. I could never stand silence. It's weird...

"So, training was harsh, huh?" I said conversationally. Wow, out of all the things I could have said I had to state the obvious.

"Yeah, it was. We'll all be aching tomorrow. Although Coach will probably make us repeat it," he said, shifting my bag.

"So...what you doing tonight?" I asked as we headed toward Josh's car. Yeah, he drove me around. I have yet to get my license. Something about speed limits. I dunno, I wasn't really listening.

"I dunno, I was thinking about hanging round with Josh tonight, back at your place."

Breath normally. Not a big deal, Jo. He doesn't all the time. Yeah, I'll just keep saying that and hopefully my heart will slow down.

"What about you?" he asked as we stopped by the car.

"What about me?" I replied. What in the name of pillows is he on about?

"What are you doing tonight? Do you wanna hang round with us?"

...Did he just...? ...Oh...I think he did...SLOW DOWN YOU STUPID HEART!

"Um, that would be cool. But I was planning on having a really long bath and then simply relaxing. Well, that's after I've finished my Maths homework. And my history essay. And my English, geography and Chemistry essay. And then I've got that Biology project to do...Damn. I forgot how much I had..." I mumbled the last part to myself but he still heard.

He chuckled and said, "When has all this got to be done by?" He is so gorgeous...

"Tomorrow, mostly. But a few things in on Friday." Don't look at him, don't look at him...damn it. I looked at him. Stupid gorgeous brown eyes...

"Jo? You alright? You spaced out there for a minute," he punched me lightly on the shoulder and I shook my head and tried to grin.

"Yeah, sorry just thinking. Look I need to get going. Lots of stuff to do, so I'll see you later," I said, grabbing my bag and heading home. Yeah, I was walking home. By the time Josh had dropped most people off (yeah, he's the chauffeur) and gotten back to the apartment I could have finished half my homework. I soon realized it's quicker to walk. Plus, it's even more exercise. Even if I just came from training...

20 minutes later I'd walked through the apartment door and was currently collapsed on the sofa, trying to get my breath back. Next time, maybe I should go with Josh, even if it takes two extra hours.

I looked around the small apartment and sighed. This place was kind of perfect. Big enough for the others to come round, but not so big it cost a lot. Our parents liked to travel a lot. I don't really mind, it's nice to hang out with Josh. They pay our rent and everything, all we have to get is money for food. That's why I work as a waitress. Oh yeah, I have a little apron and everything. I'm just grateful that its black.

Anyway, Josh and I live on our own. The apartment has 3 rooms, Josh's, mine and a spare room. Damien practically lives there, he leaves clothes there and everything. Then there's a living room, laundry room and a kitchen/dinning room. It's all pretty spacious. Ore 'rents furnished everything, so we had a big plasma screen TV, leather sofa and an Xbox. Along with double sized beds and our own PlayStation's in our rooms.

Yeah, the parents are rich. Old money.

I dragged myself up and stumbled into my room. It used to be pink and frilly and girly. My weird, deranged Mother decorated it. She constantly thrusts girly stuff into my life. Where ever she is, she sends clothes and shoes that she thinks I'll like. I end up giving it all to Alice or charity.

As soon as Mother and Father left, Alice helped me redecorate everything in black and red. It took a while to get rid of all the frills, there were so many!

I collapsed on my bed (after tripping and twisting my ankle while changing clothes) and grabbed all my books from under my bed. Oi. Time to do some work...

4 HOURS LATER!

"Jo! Wake up! Your drooling all over your books!" Huh, whats Josh doing in my dream? I was happiy eating my chocolate ice cream on the shoulder of a giant gorilla when his voice suddenly appeared.

"Leave me alone," I grumbled around my ice cream. It was really yummy ice cream, I must admit.

"Jo! Wake up!" something shoved and just as I was falling off the gorilla I woke up.

Oh, okay. He'd pushed me so hard I'd rolled off the bed. "Ow, Josh, what was that for?" I moaned, curling up into a ball and closing my eyes.

"It's dinner time. I got Chinese."

I was up and out of my room with in seconds. "Why didn't you say so?"

I limped into the kitchen, following the smell and got a set of chop sticks out. Ahh, Chinese. It has been a while...

"Why are you limping? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? I swear if anyone layed a finger on you-"

"Josh, chill. I tripped and twisted my ankle. No one touched me. Jeeze, calm down and eat," I said as I stuffed a chicken ball in my mouth. Delicious.

He sighed but ignored me. He bent down and lifted my ankle up carefully. I rolled my eyes but ignored him, I was used to him being like this. He cursed under his breath and glared at me.

"What?" I said through chicken balls.

"Its swollen and bruised, Jo. Christ, how do you manage to do this?" He dragged another chair over and propped my foot up on it. He went to the freezer and got one of the many ice packs out of it. He carefully wrapped it round my ankle and then sat down opposite me.

"I tripped as I was changing. You know me Josh, I'm so klutzy I could win an award."

He simply rolled his eyes and ate his food. I smiled and finished eating it. I went to get up and take my plate to the sink when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and fell off my chair. I landed heavily on the floor and whacked my ankle on the chair.

"Shit! That hurt!" I cried, grabbing my ankle. "God damn it Damien!" I shouted. The idiot had snuck up behind me.

He went to help me up but I simply glared at him and managed to stumble up by myself. Him and Damien were both trying to smother their laughter. I glared harder and hopped out the room. Stupid jerks.

I hopped all the way to the bathroom and started running the bath. I sat on the edge and waited. When it was nearly full, I lit the candles that were surrounding the place. I turned off the water and slipped carefully into the water.

Ahhh...lovely. My freaking ankle is throbbing like no tomorrow though. Stupid Josh. Stupid Damien. I may love him but he's still an idiot from time to time.

The door opened and Damien walked in. I squeaked and covered myself up. "What the hell, Damien?"

He ignored me and sat down beside the sink. "So what you doing?" he asked.

I just gaped at him. I probably looked like a goldfish. But what in the heck is he DOING?! Thank god there were lots of bubbles in the bath!

"I'm naked in the bath tub! What are YOU doing?!" I all but shouted. When he didn't say anything I frowned at him. "You alright?" I asked quietly.

He shook his head and sighed. He hopped of the sink and said quietly, "We'll talk later." He walked out the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

Well. That was...odd. What the hell is going on with him?

I sighed and closed my eyes.

An hour later I hobbled out the bathroom, wrapped up in a towel. I could hear Josh and Damien in the living room, playing on the Xbox. I sighed and frowned. I hobbled into my room and shut the door.

I somehow managed to get changed and not fall over for once. I miracle if you ask me.

I chucked all my school books back under my bed and then collapsed onto it. A few minutes later Josh came in with a glass of chocolate milk and some Tylenol.

"Thanks," I whispered. He smiled slightly as he handed them to me. I quickly swallowed the pills and finished off the milk.

"You have a nice bath?" He asked as he laid down beside me. I frowned and didn't say anything. "What? Did something happen?"

I looked at him and thought about telling him. I really did. But he would flip if he knew Damien came in while I was naked. They would have this big argument and then would probably fight and stop talking to each other. So I shook my head and said, "Nah, it was good. Except when I cut my leg again while shaving. Painful as hell, surprisingly. Worse than my freaking ankle," I chuckled. He chuckled along with me.

"You'll live. I think. Listen, Damien's gonna be staying here for a while," he said slowly.

I frowned (again), "Is anything wrong?"

He shook his head, "It's not my place to say. If he wants too, he'll tell you."

I sighed. That'll happen. Not. He doesn't tell me anything. Except sometimes he comes to me and tells me his girl problems. Aren't I lucky.

He gave me a one armed hug and then left me to sleep.

I relaxed back and crossed my arms behind my head. I am so not going to be able to sleep now. Why is Damien staying? Has something happened to his family? Or is it something to do with girls? Gag.

2 hours later I gave up trying to sleep and decided to get some milk. Maybe that would help. I stood up carefully and hobbled towards the kitchen. It was pitch black everywhere, but I know this place like the back of my hand. I made my way to the fridge and when I opened it light spilt into the room. I grabbed a glass off the side and poured some milk into it. I turned around and jumped out my skin.

"Jesus!" I shouted, the milk spilling everywhere. There, sat at the breakfast bar, was Damien. Just sat there. Staring at me. AGAIN. "How long have you been sat there?" He didn't answer, so I simply sighed and grabbed a tea towel. I cleaned up as much as I could but soon gave up. I refilled my glass and sat down opposite him, leaving the fridge open for some light.

"So..." I said slowly. Yet again, he did nothing but stare at me. Is he thinking? Dead? Maybe he's asleep? I looked at him warily. "Are you awake?"

Aha! I see a smile! It's small, but there.

"Yes, I'm awake. Just thinking," he said.

"Okay, what is with the staring? Because no offence, but it's kinda creepy," I said finally. I could of sworn I saw him blush lightly, but it was too damn dark to tell.

"Sorry, just thinking."

"Right," I said slowly. "So, why are you staying here? Sorry! I didn't mean to blurt that out like that! You don't have to tell me if you don't want too, obviously. It's your buisness, not mine. Actually, it kind of is my business though, if you're staying here. I mean, I'm the one who's going to have to shop for food and stuff. And I think I'm going to shut up now." Damn. hy didn't I stop? I swear I NEVER shut up! It must really annoy the guys. He-he-he...

"Nah, it's cool. I can tell you. It's not a big secret or anything. It's just, my Dad's getting re-married and she has a daughter," he explained. Ah. That said it all.

I looked down at my milk and said lightly, "Let me guess, she keeps hitting on you?"

I glanced back up at him to see him smiling sheepishly, "Is it that obvious?" I nodded and took a sip of my drink.

"What's the big deal though? You get hit on by girls left and right." I think I managed not to wince when I said that, but I can't be sure.

He sure did wince though, "Yeah, but this is...different. She a bit more...forceful."

"How so?" I frowned.

"Um, well she, uh," he coughed and stuttered.

"Wow," I interrupted, "It's gotta be bad if you're stuttering and stumbling."

He smiled slightly and nodded, "Yeah, it's probably worse than you think."

"So, what's she been doing?" I asked, turning my glass round in my hands.

"Well, she's been leaving me...pictures," he explained slowly. He got up and got himself a glass of milk and then sat back down.

"Pictures? That's it? Why is that so bad? I mean-"

"She's naked in them," he rushed out. "And she POSES for them. It's kind of disgusting. When I found the first one I threw up a bit."

"That...is...disgusting," I said slowly.

"What's worse is that she hides them in my room. In my drawers, in my books, even in my school bag."

Okay, I totally couldn't help the giggles that started to emerge. "Sorry," I said in between giggles, "It's n-not t-that f-funny. B-but I-I c-can't s-s-stop. Hahaha!" I burst out laughing and couldn't stop. Soon he started laughing with me.

10 minutes later we finally stopped. He was staring at me again. I shifted in my seat and touched my cheek self consciously. HE NEVER stares at me. I don't think he's ever looked at me for longer than 5 seconds. I can't tell him too stop either. I mean how awkward would that be?

Okay, I'll just sing in my head to distract myself. Maybe he'll stop after a while...

Hey hey, you you, I don't like your girlfriend
No way, no way, I think you need a new one
Hey hey, you you, I could-

Okay, new song...

You were everything, everything
That I wanted
We were meant-

Damn, what is with Avril Lavigne's songs?! Okay, officially no more Avril Lavigne songs...

Mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm mmm
Whoops, did I say it out loud, did you find out?
I wanna have your babi-

DAMN IT! This is so not working! That's it I'm not singing EVER AGAIN! Especially in my head. It's ridiculous.

"Jo? Are YOU alright? You're totally spacing out." I snapped back into reality so hard that I jumped and fell off the stool.

"Damn it! This has got to stop," I muttered to myself. i swear if I land on my ankle one more time...

"Whoa! Are you alright?" Damien asked, crouching down beside me. I groaned.

"As much as I'll ever be. I've fallen over three times in one night and landed on the same ankle every time," I moaned. I placed a hand over my eyes and tried to ignore the damn throbbing, AGAIN.

Next thing I know, a warm hand encircled my ankle. I shot up and looked at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm just checking to see if it's broken or any other damage has been done," he said, a smile in his voice.

"O-oh, okay. Well, I guess, uh, that's OK," I stuttered. I laid back down and covered my face with my hands. Breath in. Breath out. Do not panic. So what? He's touching you? For nearly the first time, EVER. And what if his hands are smooth but rough? So what if its sending tingly sensations up my leg? That's no reason to panic!

"Hmm," he muttered. "It looks a bit swollen. You should probably stay off it if you want to get better for the game."

"Shit! The game! I totally forgot! God I'm so stupid! Why oh why did I have to be cursed with klutziness! Coach is gonna murder me."

"Nah, he thinks of you as a daughter," he said. I smiled slightly and nodded.

"I suppose he does," I said in a small voice. I heard him move about and then he put something cold on my ankle.

"Gah!" I cried.

"Sorry," he chuckled, "It's just an ice pack. It will help the swelling go down."

I nodded and tried to relax again.

I wander what Damien's thinking? What's he doing? Is he just sat there or has he left? Or is he staring again?

Oi, I dunno, I give up.

...

I woke up still lying on the floor in the kitchen. Except something warm was wrapped round my waist. I opened my eyes only to look straight into someones bare chest. Holy shiznat!

AN: Lols. I liked writing this bit. It reminds me of myself. Every time I injure myself I tend to always fall and land on it again :D Please review.