If you die, I die..

Hi! Your second chapter has arrived! Awesome, right? So. I know your all excited.. because for some unknown reason this chapter is called, "The Meet" and it's a 'pree long chappie, if you ask me.. AND new POV's are here too! Woo!

I did this all for you guys to make up for my abscences..

So.. PLEASE! PLEASE! Don't stay mad at me.. After all.. it was for all you fans.

‎"Just remember no matter what story, there is always love. It is either the heart break of love, the finding of your first love, or the friendship of love. Love is a powerful thing. It makes us do stupid things. We even die from it."

Well.. READ! :D

__Ivey

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Chapter 2___

Ace Walker's P.O.V.

I stared at the door, that that girl-- Fallon -- went through. I heard whispers of shock, surprise, anger, jealousy, and much more, boom throughout the cafeteria. 

The situation I was in, was extremely funny. A girl, accidentally bumping into the most sought after guy in the world. Her food ending up on his clothes, her saying sorry too many times to count, while handing him napkins, and dish towels from a lunch lady. The girl's eyes showing unshed tears, as she sincerely apologized for the last time, before leaving him with the whispers of high school--- high school children.

It was hard to believe she didn't know him. Didn't have any idea of who he was.

But.. that girl. That girl reminded him of-- of-- of Jenny. His childhood friend. Jenny. The girl whose-- whose gone now. Left without a trace.

He clenched his fists at his side and went off, in search of his locker. He sighed with relief, as he found his spare clothes, and went off to the locker rooms to clean his dirty self.

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Later..

Fallon Luna's P.O.V.

I blinked. Looking at my surroundings, I found that I was in my room. The knife lay feet away from me, crusted in blood. I winced, as I pushed myself up with my still throbbing arm.

I glanced at my bunny alarm clock. It was 5:00 a.m. School was almost here.

Getting up, with the knife, I looked out my window to see my mom's car leaving. Another business trip, I thought, as I went to my en suite and washed off the bloodied knife.

Finished washing the knife, and my wrist, I went to my little sister's room intent on getting her ready for school.

I walked in, sighing, and picked up the note left on the bed. Reading, it said:

Fallon dear,

I took Annalise with me on a business trip. We'll be gone for a week.

I'll check in on you every few days.

Love you!

Mom

Yay! My sarcastic conscience said.

Shut up, I growled at it.

Never, it smirked.

I completely started to ignore her. People are going to start to think I'm insane. I then got ready for school, checked my wattpad and face book, and then went to the hall, pressing a button for the elevator, and going down.

Why did we have a elevator? Because my mom was a magazine editor, a model, and NOW she was supposedly dating the Governor of New York. So, why did I have a beat up car? I like to earn my money. People would think it's ridiculous, but it's actually amazing.