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.

Andrea's Sexy Outfit