The Skye is Falling (Part 2) (Chapter 5)

The next day, the girls were in the cafeteria, having lunch just like any other day at school. They were a bit sad that Skye was avoiding them but they somehow knew that she would come back. They were not sure when but they never gave up their thought. Besides, they were not wrong as Skye approached the table with a tray of food.
"Hey, guys," she said, catching their attention.
"You can't sit with us!" Lizzie spat.
"It's okay, Lizzie," said Madeline.
"Sorry."
"Is it alright if I sit here?" asked Skye.
"Why wouldn't it?" questioned Madeline. "You've always sat here."
"Right." Skye walked around the table and sat down at her usual spot, which was right next to Lizzie.
"Are you and Dom over?" asked Debra.
"Yeah." Skye played with the food on her tray with her spork.
"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Andrea.
"No."
"Are you gonna put the pink streak back in your hair?" asked Lizzie, noticing that Skye's hair was still black.
She snickered. "Yeah."
"Is there anything you would like to say to us?" asked Madeline.
"Yeah." Skye dropped her spork on her tray. "I wanna say that I'm sorry for yelling at you guys earlier. I didn't mean to call you the names I said. You guys were right; I was changing myself for Dom. However, it was my decision because I've been wanting to date somebody who was different from Jeffrey. I did and since that didn't work out, I have no excuse to act so catty. I really liked Dom and I lost myself a little bit. Maybe he was the one for me, maybe he wasn't. But whatever the case, I don't want him anymore and I don't need him. I need you guys and I didn't mean to make you all feel bad."
"Aw!" uttered Madeline.
"Zip it."
"We're glad to have you back, Skye."
"Me, too."
"You don't have to answer this but do you think you're gonna get back with Jeffrey?" questioned Debra.
"I don't know. I'm pretty sure that he hates me so I don't think he would want to talk to me."
"He doesn't hate you."
"Why wouldn't he? I left him for someone else. If he did that to me, I would hate him."
"Well, he doesn't hate you," said Madeline. "He actually came up to us one day."
"He did? What did he say?"
"He just asked us how you were doing. We told him that you were being a huge cow and a bunch of other words that weren't nice."
"I forgive you."
"But after that, we just said that you were suffering from a loss of identity. Jeffrey understood that and I could see in his face that the last time you guys talked wasn't going to be the last time."
"'Suffering from a loss of identity'? Who are you, Doctor Oz?"
"Um, I'm pretty much finer than Doctor Oz, okay?"
"Well, at least there's still hope for us."
"So you would get back together with him?" asked Debra.
"I don't know. I don't exactly love him. I don't mind being his friend."
"That's so sweet," Lizzie said.
"Well, it's a good thing that we have you back," commented Andrea. "I thought I had to pop you right in the mouth to correct you."
"Well... I'm glad you didn't," Skye admitted.
"Me, too. I hate having to hurt my friends."
"That is such a lie!" said Madeline.
"You wanna say that again?" Andrea balled her hand into a fist and waved it in front of Madeline's face.
"No, senorita."
"I thought so."
Debra reached over and, with one hand, slowly unraveled Andrea's fist. Skye couldn't help but burst into laughter. She buried her head into her arms on the table and began cracking up. Seeing her laugh made the other girls want to laugh.
"What's so funny?" asked Andrea, giggling.
Skye sat up straight. "Nothing," she said, wiping her left bottom eyelid.
        "Now since you're back," started Madeline, "you can change back your wardrobe, your room and take down that poster of that sweaty guy."
        "That's Dean Ambrose," said Skye.
        "Well, he's gross, Skye."
        "I actually like him," Skye muttered.

The Skye is Falling (Part 2) (Chapter 4)

For a couple of days, Skye avoided her girlfriends. She felt like they didn't understand her new personality so for that, she could not hang out with them anymore. Therefore, she spent most of her time being with Dom, who was the best boyfriend she ever had. She felt happy with him and no one could understood that except for her.
One day, Skye went to a cafe by herself. Her boyfriend told her to pick up some food for them to eat later in the day. The cafes near her home were closed due to health issues so she took the bus to a cafe uptown. After coming in, she ordered two pastrami sandwiches at a low price. After receiving her food, she made her way out of the shop. But when she was an inch away at the door, she noticed something strange. She took five steps backward and looked to her right. She saw an attractive girl -- a mini Naomi Campbell -- sitting at one of the tables, talking to a guy dressed in preppy clothes, who seemed like Dom.
"Dom?" Skye called out, seeing if the guy who turn his head.
He did. He was really surprised to see Skye. She took a good look at his face since he was wearing reading glasses and his hair was out and gelled to one side. He was exactly who she thought he was: Dominic Westwood.
"What are you doing here?" Skye asked.
"Skye, I didn't expect to see you," said Dom, leaning back into his chair.
"Well, you did tell me to get you some food."
"Yeah, but I thought you were gonna get some at one of the shops across from your place."
"I was but someone found a booger in their croissant so they shut down the whole cafe at my street. Who is she?"
Dom glanced at the girl, who was glaring without a blink at Skye. "Oh, um, that's my sister."
"She's black."
"That's my stepsister."
"I'm not your stepsister," the girl said to Dom.
"Then who are you?" asked Skye.
"I'm Dana, his date."
Skye then looked at Dom. "She's your date?"
Dom began to stutter. "I-- Um-- Uh--"
"And why are you dressed like this? You look like you came out of Caddyshack."
"It's laundry day?"
"It's not laundry day! I bet you're dressed like this because... that's how she wanted you to dress."
"Was it that obvious?"
"Yup."
"Fine, if you want the truth, Skye, then here it is: I asked out Dana and she said she only went out with preps so I decided to show the side of me that no one knows."
"But why would you ask her out if you have me?"
"I thought our relationship was open. But I wasn't going to pursue anything serious with her."
"You weren't?" asked Dana, glaring at Dom.
"No, that's not true."
"So you wanted to be in a relationship with her?" asked Skye.
"Well, I-- I, uh-- Alright, so what? I can't have the best of both worlds?"
"No, you can't because I gave up everything I liked just to be with you. Do you even want to be with me?"
"Of course, I do. You're an amazing kisser."
"That's all you like about me? You know what? Don't answer that. I thought I liked you because you were exactly like me. Now I don't want to be with you because I don't want to be with somebody who's anything like me."
"I was like you?"
"Screw you." Skye took one of the sandwiches from her plastic bag and unwrapped it. Without hesitating, she smashed the whole thing on top of Dom's head. She smeared the meats, cheeses and sauces in his hair until there was nothing left. Dom was utterly disgusted and shocked.
Inspired by what Skye did, Dana took the lid off of her coffee cup and splashed the coffee all over Dom's face. He closed his eyes shut as his glasses fell off into his lap. He screamed into his hands and his entire body shook.
"That coffee was hot, Dana!" he yelled.
"My bad," she said in singsong. She got up and faced Skye, holding onto the blue handbag on her shoulder.
"That was cool," Skye commented.
"Thank you. You wanna hang out?"
"No." Skye immediately left the cafe.
"That's fine," Dana muttered, still standing.

The Skye is Falling (Part 2) (Chapter 3)

Less than a week later, the girls had enough. Ever since Skye started dating Dom, she spent more time with him and less time with the girls. But the girls were almost afraid to spend time with her because she became a different person. Not only did Skye change her style, her taste in music and her room, she also dyed her short hair completely black. Seeing this new look frightened the girls. So, after school, they looked for Skye since they knew what class she had last. They eventually caught her in the hallway, pressed against the wall as Dom kissed her. They were utterly disgusted by that scene, not just because they were making out, but because they were always making out.
"Skye," called Madeline.
The couple kept kissing each other.
"Skye," she called again.
Nothing. They kept ignoring her.
"I know you can hear me."
"Let me try," said Andrea. She snatched Dom by his black and gray striped scarf and pulled him off like some Band-Aid.
Dom looked at Andrea in surprise. "Dang," he said. "You're so strong."
"I'm passing gym," explained Andrea, crossing her arms.
"Good for you. I guess I'll see you later, Skye."
"Call me," Skye ordered.
"For sure." Dom walked away, disappearing into a corner.
"What is your deal?" Skye asked Andrea. "Can't you see I was busy?"
"Yeah, busy sucking face," said Andrea.
"Don't get smart with me."
"What?!"
"Let me handle this, Andy," said Madeline, gently push her back so she could face Skye. "Skye, we've been worried about you."
"Why?" Skye questioned. "I'm not dying."
"We know that. It's just that... you changed."
"So?"
"So it's not right," Lizzie jumped in.
"I'm a person. Persons change all the time."
"Yeah, but ever since you started dating Dom," started Madeline, "you changed your appearance and interests."
"That was my choice."
"Was it?"
"Yes, princess. This has nothing to do with Dom."
"So if you weren't with Dom and still with Jeffrey, you would've changed anyway?"
"That's correct."
"I don't believe that."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot; liars can smell other liars."
"I am not a liar!"
"You can say that all you want, Madeline. It's always gonna be true."
"Skye, we support your changes," said Debra. "We're just concerned that it's not for the right reasons."
"You act like I can't take care of myself."
"But it seems like that Dom is influencing you. We're not crazy."
"Are you sure?"
"Do you get why we think that?"
"I mean, I like him so I'm just trying to be his type. That's all."
"His type?" repeated Madeline. "Skye, if he liked you before, then you were already his type."
"But he's different. He's a keeper."
"So, in order for you to keep him, you got to dress like him and do what he does?"
"Now you're getting it."
"Skye, that's corny. I thought you were the only person I knew you didn't subject to corniness."
"Who are you calling corny, Kristen Cavallari? Okay, I'm just doing what I want to do."
"Well, it sounds like you're doing what someone else wants you to do," said Andrea.
"What? Like I'm being brainwashed or something?"
"That's right, Heidi Montag."
"You guys need to chill before you get on my nerves. Do you want a smoke?" Skye reached into her bookbag.
"Excuse me?" said Madeline. "A-A-A-A smoke? Did you say a smoke?"
"Yeah, deafy." Skye pulled out a box of cigarettes.
"Put those away. Someone is going to see you."
Skye took out one cigarette and put away the box. "Will you pipe down? I need this; you're stressing me out."
Andrea swiped the cigarette from Skye's pale hand.
"Hey! Give that back!"
When Skye reached for the cigarette, Andrea crushed the whole thing in her hand.
"You are such a she-devil."
"Don't talk to Andrea like that," Madeline demanded.
"I'll say what I want. Thank you very much. You guys are the ones who don't understand me."
"You never smoked a cigarette in your entire life. How is that not understanding you?"
"You don't get it. You just don't get it. I'm the one who puts up with you. Heck, with all of you. Do you know how hard it is to be around a spoiled brat, a muscleman, and a hippie? You guys have nothing in common."
"Did she just call me a man?" asked Andrea, looking at Debra, who just shrugged.
"And Lizzie. Why do we hang out with Lizzie? You should be concerned for her. She doesn't even know what two plus two is."
"Hey, I know what two plus two is," said Lizzie. "It's four... right?"
Skye blinked multiple times. "Do I need to say more?"
"Skye, we're just trying to be good friends," said Madeline.
"Then try to be perfect friends. Can you do that for me? I don't think so." Skye rolled her eyes then walked away from her supposed friends.
"Give me a reason to not punch that girl in the face," requested Andrea.
"She's just going through a phase," replied Madeline. "It happens to all us."
"And it never happened until now," added Debra. "So let's just let her do her own thing."
"I just want you guys to know," started Lizzie, "is that I know what two plus two equals. I just thought she was asking a trick question."

The Skye is Falling (Part 2) (Chapter 2)

The next day, Skye told her friends that right after school, she was going to hang out with Dom at a cafe. So Madeline and Lizzie decided to stop by Skye's place while she was gone. The two girls went to Madeline's house first then the two got into Madeline's car, which she drove. They entered the apartment building in which Skye resided and knocked on the door labeled "A". Skye's mother, a young, dark-haired, frail woman, opened the door.
"Hi, Madeline and Lizzie," she said in her soft voice. "What are you two doing here? Skye didn't come home yet."
"Oh, yeah, we know," said Madeline, nodding. "She said that she was going to spend time with her boyfriend, Dom."
Skye's mother scoffed. "Figures. Well, come in."
The girls stepped in, entering the living room.
"I don't know when Skye is going to come back." Her mother closed the door and locked it. "She's been really a monster lately."
"Aw," uttered Lizzie, "what did she do?"
"She's just being a brat, which should be normal for a teenage girl, but not for Skye."
"Yeah, she's been a real... you know," said Madeline. "We're just here to pick up some notes so we won't be here long."
"Okay. Well, then, help yourself."
"Thank you, Mrs. Carter."
"It's 'Miss'."
"Sorry, Miss."
Madeline and Lizzie entered the short hallway then made their way into Skye's open bedroom. Madeline closed the door before rummaging through the stacks of CDs on Skye's dresser.
"What are you doing?" asked Lizzie.
"You know what I'm doing," said Madeline, knocking over CD cases. "I'm looking for clues."
"You should've let me bring my magnifying class."
"I don't think so, Lizzie." Madeline picked up a few CDs and showed them to her friend. "Look at these; these are not what Skye usually listens to."
"What does she listen to?"
"You know, punk music, alternative rock, stupid stuff like that. But these are different." Madeline went through the CDs in her hands while reading the names of the bands. "Goatwhore? Cannabis Corpse? Hate Eternal?"
"Stabbing Westward? Why-- Why are they stabbing in a westward direction?"
"I don't know. Because that's where all the cannabis is?"
"These bands look horrifying. Should we listen to them?"
"And bleed through our ears? I don't think so."
"Skye's taste of music is not the only thing that changed. Look at those posters."
Madeline looked at the wall across from her and took a glimpse of the posters taped on it. Some of them were horror film related.
"Who's that over there?" Lizzie pointed to the left.
Madeline looked at the WWE poster of an angry, sweaty man in a white wifebeater. "I don't know," she answered. "But he definitely looks intimidating."
"This whole room is intimidating. It's giving me chills. I'm so itchy." Lizzie began scratching her arms.
Madeline put the CDs back and held Lizzie's arms. "Calm down. We can fix this."
"You mean redecorate?"
"No! I mean we can try to solve this problem before things get out of hand."
The girls began to hear muffled talking outside of the door. It sounded like some people were approaching the door as their voices grew louder and clearer.
"I can't believe my mom's is taking a break today," said Skye's voice.
"That's alright," said Dom's voice. "We can lock the door in your room and just chill in private."
"You're such a tomcat."
The girls began panicking.
"She's coming! She's coming!" warned Madeline.
"We got to act natural," said Lizzie.
The girls looked everywhere in the room until their eyes stopped on the bed, which was covered in a blanket with a spiderweb designed on it. They both jumped on the bed and sat down at the edge. Lizzie did a stiff pose as if she was trying to be a mannequin. Madeline notices that and smacks Lizzie on the leg so she could relax. The girls sat still until Skye opened the door. She walked in with Dom, confusion drawn all over her face.
"Uh, what are you two doing here?" Skye questioned.
"Oh, we just came here to see if you had any science notes for Lizzie to use," Madeline answered.
"Why didn't you just lend her your notes?"
"She can't understand them."
"Madeline writes in a smart language," Lizzie grinned.
"Okay," Skye said. "Well, I don't think I have any 'science notes' lying around. I might have some in my bookbag." She took off her bag and opened it up.
Dom put his hand on his girl's shoulder. "How are you gonna get anything when you're right under me?" he asked. Instantly, he picked up Skye, making her drop her bag, and plopped her on the bed beside the girls. He crawled on top of her and started kissing her neck.
Skye giggled. "You're such a tomcat."
Dom went from her neck to her lips and the couple started making out fiercely. Madeline and Lizzie uncomfortably watched them. Unable to handle it, Lizzie got up.
"Yeah, I don't need the notes anymore," she said before leaving the room.
Madeline tried to look away from the couple but it was hard for her to not look. She cleared her throat loudly multiple times until the couple stopped and looked at her.
"Hi," Madeline said. "Um, you do know you have company, don't you?"
"Oh, right," Dom said. "We're being rude."
"Thank you."
"Let's have a threesome. Right now."
Madeline made a face of disgust. "I'm not into three-anything!" she said, getting up then leaving.
Dom looked at Skye and smiled at her like a Cheshire cat.
"You are so gross," Skye said with a giggle.
"Eh."
The two continued to make out like animals on the bed.

The Skye is Falling (Part 2) (Chapter 1)

    "You broke up with Jeffrey?" asked Madeline.
    "Uh-huh," Skye responded, eating the beef stew on her lunch tray with a plastic fork.
    "For Dom?" asked Andrea.
    "That's right."
    "And you're okay with that?" asked Debra.
    "Yes, ma'am."
    "But that's not okay," said Lizzie.
    "Can you all stop doggin' me?" Skye dropped her fork on her tray. "It was my decision and I am happy with it. I suggest you do the same. Thank you." She picked her fork back up.
    "But you've been with Jeffrey for a year," Madeline reminded. "Breakups after six months aren't easy."
    "It wasn't that easy to tell him. Trust me."
    "The way you described it made it sound easy," mentioned Andrea. "You just told him straight up then walked away."
    "Well, what did you expect me to do? Just linger awkwardly?"
    "Sometimes, it's best to spend as much time with someone as you can," said Lizzie.
    "What?"
    "Skye, are you sure it was the right decision?" questioned Debra. "I mean, I know you didn't quite love Jeffrey but it's not like you didn't love him on purpose."
    "I know but I wanted him to be with someone who does love him. I didn't want him to die waiting for me to tell him that I loved him back. That could've took forever. So I thought it was best to let him go."
    "I understand wanting to let him go," said Andrea. "But you're dating Dom. Are you sure that's not  why you broke up with Jeffrey?"
    "Okay, maybe I wasn't going to break up with Jeff if I didn't make out with Dom the night before. But to be honest, I was thinking about breaking up with him anyway."
    "Wait a second, wait a second," said Madeline, holding her index finger up. "Hold the phone."
    "What phone should we hold?" asked Lizzie.
    "You didn't say anything about making out with Dom before you broke up with Jeffrey."
    "Oh, yeah," said Skye, "I guess I forgot."
    Madeline scrunched her forehead. "How could you forget? Basically, you cheated on Jeffrey then dumped him for Dom."
    "What does that make me? A cheater?"
    "Yeah," Lizzie replied.
    "I wasn't talking to you, Lizzie. Don't forget, Andrea cheated on her boyfriend, too."
    "Oh, stop," said Andrea. "That was a hundred-forty years ago, okay?"
    "I thought it was five months ago," said Lizzie.
    "I wasn't talking to you, Lizzie."
    "We're not accusing of you of being a bad person, Skye," said Madeline. "We're just making sure that you acknowledge that you did a bad person thing."
    "I get what I did was wrong," Skye said. "But how I look at it, it was for the right reasons."
    "What right reasons?" asked Andrea.
    "I freed Jeffrey so he can be with whoever he deserves. And now I'm dating someone who is exactly like me. So I don't have to worry about anything."
    "Like Jeffrey killing you in your sleep?"
    Skye frowned. "Funny."
    "That's not funny," said Lizzie. "That's serious. What if Jeffrey is driven by love madness?"
    "There's no such thing as love madness. I'm not going to lie: Jeffrey did seem hurt when I broke up with him. That hurt me a bit because I just want him to be happy. But he's going to be fine. I know that because I know him. He will heal and I believe that. Besides, he should be happy that I'm with Dom because he makes me happy. In the end, it's all about making decisions for yourself and I made my decision not just for me but for Jeffrey. Now will you excuse me? I need to buy some Honey Buns; I am craving badly for them." Skye got up and walked away from the table, making way to the far vending machines in the cafeteria.
    "Has anyone seen anything different about Skye?" asked Madeline.
    "I do," Lizzie answered. "She's so rude."
    "She's always been rude, Lizzie. There's something else about her."
    Debra gasped. "Her streak is gone."
    "Her what?"
    "The pink streak in her hair. She washed it out."
    Andrea gasped, too. "Su racha se ha ido. Es que no hay más."
    "Oh, my potato skins," said Madeline. "I can't believe she took her streak out."
    "Potato skins?" repeated Debra.
    "And Skye's outfit is all black," Lizzie mentioned.
    "Dios mio, I noticed that," said Andrea.
    Madeline gasped. "You don't think she's changing her wardrobe?"
    "Why would she change it in the first place?" asked Lizzie.
    "Because of Dom. Dom dresses almost goth-like so Skye is dressing like him."
    "But that doesn't explain the missing pink streak," said Debra.
    "Maybe Dom likes girls who wear their hair naturally."
    "That's dumb," Andrea commented. "Why would Dom make out with Skye if he didn't like all of Skye?"
    "I don't know. But this is sick, alright? This is a sick situation. Skye can't be changing, not for some guy. We need more proof."
    "Are we going to become sleuths?" Lizzie questioned. "I've always wanted to be a sleuth. Just strut around with a big magnifying glass. And I still have my pipe which blows bubbles. I've been dying to blow bubbles while solving a crime."
    Madeline stared at her best friend. "I wasn't talking to you, Lizzie."

The Skye is Falling (Part 1) (Chapter 5)

"Jeffrey, we need to break up," Skye spilled.
Jeffrey scrunched his forehead. "What?"
"We need to break up."
Jeffrey awkwardly chuckled. "Are you serious?"
"Is there another way to break up with you seriously?"
Jeffrey lost his smile. One could look into his eyes through his big glasses and tell that he was crushed. "You're breaking up with me?"
"Yeah. But don't worry; it's not you, it's me."
"How so?"
"Well, I don't love you the way you love me."
"You don't love me?"
"Is that really much of a surprise?"
"Not really but I didn't think you would ever admit it."
"Me, neither but last night, I realized that I couldn't be with you if I didn't love you back."
"Skye, it's okay if you don't love me. I know you care about me and that's all I want from you."
"Is it, Jeffrey? Is it?"
No sound came out of Jeffrey's mouth.
"Look, you deserve a girl who's gonna love you back. I'm just not that type of girl."
"But I love you, Skye."
"Stop saying that! Don't say that to me when you know I can't say it to you."
"But... it's true."
"I know it's true. I'm very aware of that. I just can't be around that truth. I'm doing it for your own good, Jeffrey. So no if's, and's, or but's, I'm breaking up with you."
Jeffrey sighed and looked up at the fluorescent-lighted ceiling. "Okay."
"If it will make you feel better, you can tell your friends that you broke up with me."
"No, it's fine. I have nothing to hide."
"I'm so glad that you understand. I guess this is goodbye."
"I guess."
Skye turned around and walked away without looking back at Jeffrey. He soon turned around and walked the other way. As Skye was about to exit the hall, Dom came out of corner and was surprised to see her.
"Hey, you!" he smiled.
"Hey, Dom," Skye smiled back.
Jeffrey heard the commotion and stopped walking. He turned around and saw Dom put his arm around Skye's shoulders.
"So I know something that'll make you happy," said Dom.
"What?" Skye asked.
"I got two tickets to see Twenty One Pilots."
"Oh! I love that band."
"Who doesn't?"
As the couple walked away together, they started singing:

I'm falling so I'm taking my time
On my ri-i-ide
Oh-whoa-oh

Jeffrey watched the couple disappear from the hallway in shock and disbelief. He shook his head and continued walking the other way. How could he have let the one he loved go into someone else's arms?

The Skye is Falling (Part 1) (Chapter 4)

On Friday, the day the essay was due, most of the students in Skye's English class turned in their papers. Skye turned in the paper with only her name on it so Dom would not get any credit. A few days later, the students received a grade for their essays. Skye got an A-, which made her happy. However, she learned that Dom got the A as well since they were supposed to be partners of the essay. Skye's happiness turned into anger and she realized that she absolutely hated Dom.
The next night, while Skye was sleeping, she heard constant tapping on her window. She woke up, all groggy, and clumsily got out of bed. She walked over to the window and grabbed the string of the blinds. She pulled on it, ascending the blinds, revealing Dom outside of her window. She was obviously not happy about that. She unlocked the window and pushed it up.
"Hey," Dom said.
"Dom, what are you doing here?" Skye asked, almost screaming.
"Shh! I wanted to talk to you."
"Couldn't you have talked to me earlier today or yesterday?"
"I didn't think you'd have wanted to talk to me."
"So you thought if I was tired and dazed, I'd be easier to talk to?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you're wrong." Skye reached for the window but Dom got in her way by sitting on the sill.
"Wait, wait, wait a minute," he pleaded. "Just hear me out. I know you're mad that I got an A on our essay."
"My essay."
"Your essay. And you have every right to be mad. I didn't deserve that A. I don't deserve that A."
"I know you don't."
"So because of that, I'm gonna tell Mrs. Woodbridge that you wrote the entire essay."
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious. You deserve more than an A minus. Like you said, I'm just a loser who doesn't know how to do anything."
"I wasn't lying."
"Yeah. So I'm gonna confess to her about my lack of provision and take the F. I'm used to failing anyway."
"You would actually do that for me?"
"Of course."
Skye slightly smiled. "Thanks."
"No problem. I just don't want you to hate me."
"Why?"
"Because you're cool. You're different than any other girl I've met. I want to get to know you."
"You do?"
"Yeah, you're fearless, you're stern, you got a great fashion sense."
Skye snickered.
"You're perfect."
"I'm not perfect."
"Well, you are to me."
Suddenly yet slowly, Dom closed his eyes and started leaning towards Skye. She just stood there with eyes as wide as the Sun. Then, eventually, Dom pressed his lips on Skye's lips. After a couple of seconds, he pulled away. He opened his eyes and saw Skye's reaction, which was pretty much the same.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he regretted. "I didn't mean to do that. Maybe I should leave--"
Skye interrupted Dom by grabbing his face and kissing him back. Dom got off the window sill and entered Skye's bedroom as they kept necking. The two sat down on the bed, still making out. Then Skye pulled away.
"You really think I got a great fashion sense?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's rad," Dom smiled.
"Don't I know it."
The two went back to making out, embracing each other.

The Skye is Falling (Part 1) (Chapter 3)

    A couple days later, Skye continued to try to write the required essay with her partner, Dom, for English. However, he never contributed to the writing. Every time they were together, he just slacked off. But this day, Skye had had it. She wasn't going to be walked all over; she was going to take this assignment seriously. Dom drove Skye to her apartment so they could work on the essay in her living room. Her mother wasn't home so the two sat in the room in silence as Skye got out her laptop and began typing on a Word document. Dom got off the couch and entered the close-by kitchen.
    "What are you doing?" asked Skye, watching Dom.
    "Do you have any more Honey Buns?" he asked, looking in the high cabinets.
    "No, you ate them all. Remember?"
    "Oh. Well, your mom should get some more."
    "So you could keep eating all them up? I don't think so."
    Dom plopped down on the brown couch, sitting next to Skye.
    "So what do you think our thesis statement should be?" she asked.
    "What the heck is a thesis statement?"
    "Don't you pay attention in class?"
    "I haven't paid attention in class since '04."
    "That's fine because I was thinking about changing the topic anyway. I think it should be about how people don't murder enough boys who are lazy and wear black, fingerless gloves."
    Dom held his hands. "Vicious, aren't you?"
    "I bite a little."
    "Ooh, where?" He scooted closer to Skye.
    "Ew!" She pushed him, making fall over and rest on the arm of the couch.
    "How many times are you going to say, 'ew'?"
    "Until you seem less gross to me."
    Dom sat up. "Now I'm ugly?"
    "Oh, you were always ugly."
    "That type of talk won't make me help you with this essay."
    "You never once tried to help me!"
    "But I've always been there. That counts, right?"
    "No because if you're not making any contributions, then you're worthless to me."
    "You sound just like my mom."
    "Good!"
    "That's not good. I hate my mom."
    "Why do you hate your mom? Because she's always telling you to do your work?"
    "No, because she treats me like a piece of garbage."
    Skye paused. "Well, that's no excuse."
    "So what? If I want to work with you, I will work with you."
    "But if you don't, I will take all the credit for this project. All of it."
    "Is that a threat?"
    "I don't know. Is it?!"
    "I don't think you will."
    "You know what? Think how you want to think. But just know this: you're a loser and you'll always be a loser. You can make people do all the work for you all you want but you're never gonna know how to do anything. The world doesn't need you. Heck, I don't need you."
    Dom stared hard into Skye's eyes. "You know, you're very hot when you get angry." He put his hand on her thigh.
    Skye smacked it away. "Ew!"
    "Can you stop saying, 'ew'?"
    "No! I don't like you."
    "Not even a little bit?"
    "I rather eat my own puke then touch you."
    "Really?"
    "Really. Chunks and all."
    "Well, if you feel that way, then I'll leave."
    "Nothing would make me happier."
    Dom picked up his black backpack from the floor and left the apartment. Skye sighed, putting all of her focus into the document. Then her cell phone vibrated. She took it out of her jeans' pocket and turned it on. Dom sent a winky face to her by text message. Angrily, she typed, "STOP IT!!!" and sent it to him. She threw her phone on the coffee table in front of the couch then lied on her back with the laptop on her stomach.

The Skye is Falling (Part 1) (Chapter 2)

"So did you hear about the--" Madeline started before getting interrupted by a loud pllbbt! sound.
The girls looked at Lizzie, who was nonstop giggling as her boyfriend, DeMarcus, blew a raspberry on her cheek multiple times for almost a minute.
Andrea banged both of her hands on the table. "Stop that!"
Lizzie and DeMarcus got startled and simmered down.
"Are you mad because you don't have a boyfriend, Andrea?" Lizzie asked sincerely.
Andrea stood up with a menacing look on her face.
"Don't," Madeline commanded.
Andrea immediately sat back down.
"Why are you so mad?" Lizzie asked.
"Because I don't have a boyfriend," Andrea responded, crossing her arms.
"You don't need one," said Skye. "Trust me."
"Oh, Skye, are you and Jeffrey having relationship problems?" asked Debra.
"No, he just keeps saying the 'L' word to me."
"Lesbian?" guessed Lizzie.
Skye scrunched her forehead. "No. Why does everybody-- Never mind. I meant 'love', Lizzie. He's always like, 'I love you' and I just can't say it. And I think he knows I can't say it but he doesn't talk about it and he keeps on saying it to me."
"Why don't you give him what he wants and just say, 'I love you'?" asked Andrea.
"Because I don't know if I love him. But if I knew that I didn't, I wouldn't want to lie to him."
"Do you know that you don't love him?" asked Debra.
"I don't know. I really like him. He's my boyfriend. I defy every guy that hits on me, like Dom."
"Dominic Westwood?" questioned Andrea.
"Guys, I was going to talk about something!" reminded Madeline.
"Well, now I'm talking," said Skye. "Yes, Dominic Westwood. He's in my English class and we have to write a stupid essay together. But instead of helping me with it, he constantly cracks dirty jokes and plays on his PSP."
"Ugh, he sounds just like Donald," said Debra, reminded of her boyfriend's best friend.
"But less druggy, right? I might as well write the essay by myself and let the teacher know that I did it all by myself."
"You shouldn't do all the work," said Madeline. "You and Dom are all in this together."
"You're all in this together," sang Lizzie.
"Yeah, I know but he's always distracted," said Skye. "He's just some immature boy who was practically born as a monkey."
"Weren't we all born monkeys?" asked Lizzie.
"No, babe, our ancestors were monkeys," DeMarcus clarified.
Lizzie nodded. "Oh, right!"
"Just whip him into shape," suggested Andrea.
"Can't you just come by and whip him?" asked Skye.
"Dominic's coming over your house?" asked Debra.
"Been over my house. But it's all been a waste of time because all he does is fart on the couch and send me winky faces in text messages."
"He has your number, too?" asked Madeline.
"Yeah, but I didn't want him to. I thought it was important to keep in contact. I get dumber by the minute."
"No, you don't," said Debra. "You just want to get an A on your paper. Just be patient and maybe he'll provide to the assignment."
"And if that doesn't work," started Andrea, "smack the crap out of him."

The Skye is Falling (Part 1) (Chapter 1)

"I got two tickets to see Twenty One Pilots," said Skye's boyfriend, Jeffrey. "Are you up for it?"
"No thanks," Skye replied. "I'm not into Twenty One Pilots. They're not even a real rock band."
"Oh, come on. I heard you singing one of their songs the other day."
"No, I was not. It was somebody else's song."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Okay."
"But you should still go. Don't not go because I don't want to go. Take one of your friends."
"Okay. I just wanted to do something with you."
"Jeffrey, we do something every week. After you go to the concert, we could do something together."
"Like watch a movie in my house?"
"Sure. Whatever."
"Do you mind doing that today with me?"
"I have homework that I need to do."
"Okay. How about Saturday?"
"Then it's a date."
"Sweet!"
"Hey, I got to go to class."
"See you later?"
"Possibly."
"Cool. I love you."
"And... right back at you... sweetie." Skye ran inside the classroom that was by her as Jeffrey walked off to his next class.
Skye felt bad for not saying, "I love you" back to her boyfriend every time he said it. But she couldn't say it; she didn't feel the same way. She cared about Jeffrey but she wasn't going to say some words she didn't mean.
She sat down in her assigned seat before the bell rang. After that, the skinny, middle-aged teacher entered the classroom and closed the door. She stood in front of her desk and made a declaration to the students.
"Okay, kids," she started in her soft, British accent, "we will start off this class with our next project. You are going to have to write an essay on an issue or a subject that needs to be discussed more. It has to be an issue in the world or in this state, not something like why I don't have a chalkboard on any of the walls of this classroom. Anyway, you will not write the essay by yourselves. You will need a partner. But if I let you choose a partner, you're just gonna pick the same people you always pick. So I created a chart of who you will be partnering up. Yes, I'm evil. The chart is on my desk so you can come up and look. Don't steal my apple."
All of the students got out of their seats and walked up to the desk. Many of them were so irritated that they couldn't pick someone they work. Skye didn't care; her best friends weren't in her English class so she worked with whoever was the smartest. The students took turns looking at the chart and tried to find their partners. When Skye was in front of the desk, she picked up the chart and looked for her name.
"Who the frick is Dominic Westbrook?" she said to herself.
"He's over there," a girl said, motioning to the back of the room.
Skye looked in the girl's direction and saw a boy sitting by himself in the back row of desks. His feet were up on his desk and he was picking his fingernails. He had short, black, greasy hair and diamond stud earrings. He was wearing a black collared shirt with a long-sleeved white shirt underneath, dark skinny jeans, and black lace-up boots. He also had on soft, black, fingerless gloves.
"Yippee," Skye reacted sarcastically. She walked over to the punk. "You must be Dominic," she said.
He looked up at Skye with his piercing blue eyes. "You must be hot," he smirked.
"Ew."
"I go by Dom."
"I go by Skye."
"Is that short for Skylar or something?"
"Yes, it is."
"Why do you just go by 'Skye'? You think you're cool or something?"
"I just rather be called Skye. Why do you go by Dom? You think you're hot or something?"
"Oh, you feelin' it?"
"I'm not feelin' anything. Anyway, we have to write an essay together."
"Fun," Dom said sarcastically.
"I know, right?" Skye sat down in the empty seat next to him. "So we have to come up with an issue that needs to be discussed more."
"Okay. How about we write about you?"
"Why?"
"Because the issue here is that you're not in my pants."
"Ew."
"That wasn't the response I was looking for."
"Whatever. We need to write about a serious issue."
"Listen, I don't do essays. I just let my partner do all the writing then we both get A's."
"Well, I'm not a pushover. But if you have a hundred dollars, I'll handle this project by myself."
"I can barely make a penny."
"Then we're both writing this essay."
"Who stole my apple?" yelled the teacher.