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I opened my eyes and noticed I was in my bed. How did I get to my bed? I don't remember leaving. I heard someone in bed next to me, so I rolled over.

"Hey," he said simply with a small smile on his face.

I was about to say something but he rolled on top of me and started to kiss me deeply. I felt this kiss all the way down to my toes. It was as though there were years of emotion built up in one kiss. His lips moved from mine and found a place on my neck causing me to moan out in pleasure. My hands instinctively went to his head and I put my fingers through his hair.

He trailed kisses down my neck and sweetly pulled off the tank top that I was wearing. I looked up into his face and he had the slightest smirk on it. He then reached down and pulled off my underwear. I bit my lip slightly and tugged at his boxers. He rested himself between my legs and began to kiss me again. I couldn't help but moan out slightly. I could feel him smiling through our kisses as he entered into me. I moaned out more putting my nails into his back as I did so.

"Oh Iz," he said muffled into my neck. I got goose bumps by the sound of his voice. It was so perfect.

"God, Patrick, you feel so good," I moaned back.

He kept pushing into me and I was pretty sure I was about to see stars.

"Izzy?" I heard Pete's voice ask.

My eyes snapped open and I saw Pete leaning over me gently nudging my shoulder.

"Pete?" I asked in shock and very disoriented.

"Hey, I think you were having a nightmare," he said quietly.

"Nightmare?" I questioned still not entirely sure what was going on.

"Yeah, you were breathing really hard and groaning in your sleep," he said sounding concerned.

"Oh, sorry," I said taking a deep breath.

"It's ok," he said pulling me into his arms.

I couldn't help but feel guilty. Obviously one can not control what they dream about, but I am supposed to be having dreams about Pete, not Patrick. It's been a week since he kissed me and every time I looked at Pete, I felt my heart break slightly out of sadness at what we did to him. Even though he had no idea, I still felt extremely guilty.

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"Isabelle! Get your butt down here!" my mom yelled from downstairs.

"I'm coming!" I yelled annoyed and grabbed my hat and walked down the stairs.

"Well, hello graduate," Pete said standing at the bottom of the stairs in his robe waiting for pictures.

"Hello to you as well," I said giving him a huge hug.

Finally we were going to graduate. I only have to walk into that school one more time and see her then I am done. I will no longer have see Carrie and I no longer have to sit through boring high school courses. I still hadn't told anyone about being accepted to St. Anna's nor had I told them about the scholarship. I was sill unaware of what I was going to do, so I had put all the letters and packets in my top desk drawer where I put all the stuff I wanted to hide because it had a lock on it. I had some big decisions to make, and I didn't know when it would be a good time to talk to Pete about it.

"Alright guys. Stand together," my mom said to me, Pete, Joe, and A.J.

"You kids look so cute," she said happily and snapped numerous pictures. We were interrupted by the door bell.

I turned and opened the door to reveal Ady, Andy, and Patrick. Patrick, the boy genius that he was did indeed get to graduate a year early, but his graduation ceremony was the next weekend.

"Hey guys," I said happily hugging everyone who came in the door.

"Congratulations guys," Andy said happily.

"Ok, group photo," my mom said loudly. We all of course made different faces never ones to take a serious photo.

"You guys," my mom muttered and walked back to the kitchen to grab her things.

Graduation went smoothly. Unfortunately I didn't get to sit by anyone I knew, but it was quick and to the point. Afterwards we all met up at Andy's to partake in graduation celebrations.

"So how does it feel?" Patrick asked me and Pete as we stood in Andy's garage.

"Nice," I said taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, you are going to be dancing with glee next weekend," Pete said putting his arm around me. At times I swore I saw a hint of jealously in Patrick's face when Pete did little acts of affection towards me.

"I'm definitely looking forward to it," he said happily.

"So, now what?" Joe asked walking up to us.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"What do we do now? We finished high school. Where do we go from here?" he asked almost looking scared.

"Duh, we become famous," Pete said laughing at him.

"Well, until then. What is everyone doing?" he asked. I always dreaded this question.

"I dunno. Izzy and I will probably be going to some school by Chicago. Andy's already in school near here. Patrick and Ady have applied to places around here as well. Did you apply to schools?" Pete asked Joe.

"Of course, but guys, these are the last months that we will be living with in only blocks of one another. That's it, we're done," he said getting all sentimental.

"Joe, knock it off. We will be by each other. No one applied to schools that are out of the Chicago scene, don't worry," Pete said laughing at him. I just put my head down. Why did this conversation have to be occurring at the moment?

"Yeah, Joe. Geeze, you are making it sound like we are never going to see each other again," Ady said pinching him in the side.

"It's just weird, you know. We're adults," he said as though he was making a new discovery. We all just laughed at him and continued on with the celebration.

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"Patrick, I have to tell you something, but you have to swear not to say anything to anyone," I said to him as we sat in his basement while he plucked out some new melodies on his guitar.

He looked up at me concerned and set his guitar down, so he could give me all of his attention.

"What is it, Iz?" he asked sounding concerned.

My mind raced. I didn't know exactly how to tell him about applying to St. Anna's, but the deadline to accept was nearing in almost a week. I had to talk to someone about this.

"I've applied to a college back home, and I got accepted with a scholarship," I blurted out. I had my eyes closed the entire time due to the fact that I didn't want to see his face when it registered what I had just said.

He stayed silent, so I opened my eyes slowly. Patrick was looking at me with a look that was unreadable.

"Patrick?" I asked quietly.

"Whoa," he said snapping out of what ever thoughts he had.

"Yeah, pretty much," I agreed.

"I'm guessing Pete has no idea," he said knowing the answer to that already.

"I don't know how to tell him," I said putting my head down.

"Are you going to go?" he asked shocked. It was as if it was all registering now.

"I don't know what to do. I would be stupid not to. I mean this is a really good private school with a great psychology program, and I got a scholarship too. All the signs are pointing to me going," I said sounding unsure.

"But," Patrick said knowing there was a but.

"But, going would mean I would have to leave my friends," I said looking down into my hands.

"Going would mean that you would have to leave Pete," he said matter-o-factly.

"And you," I said simply. His head shot up and he looked at me longingly.

"I can't tell you what to do, Iz. But I have a feeling deep down you already know what you are going to do," he said picking his guitar up again.

"I know," I said quietly.

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I uneasily walked up to my house in a daze. I had been in a daze since I left Patrick's. The questions that ran through my head were making me practically dizzy. Would my relationship with Pete survive if I left? How would he take it? Could I leave them all behind? I still didn't know what I was going to do.

I closed the door behind me and noticed the silence immediately. I soon was remembering that my mom was gone for a whole month across seas for business. I took a deep breath and looked down as I took off my shoes to see Pete's sitting there. I don't remember seeing his car.

I walked up the stairs slowly. I knew this was the time I should tell him. I needed to talk to him about it and get his opinion.

"Hey Pete," I said before getting to my room.

I stopped immediately as I walked through my doorway. He was standing at my desk with all my acceptance letters and other papers scattered about. Shit. He looked up at me with hurt in his eyes, but they quickly changed to anger.

"Pete," I nearly whispered. I don't even know if I said it or not it was so quiet.

"When were you planning on telling me?" he asked quietly. The light from my lamp was casting evil shadows over his face and I got the chills.

"I don't know. I was scared at how you would react. I didn't do it to hurt you," I said quietly staying a far distance away from him.

"You were scared at how I was going to react? Didn't you think keeping it from me was going to make it worse?" he asked upset.

"Well, I don't even know if I am going to go. I wanted to talk to you about it first," I said taking small steps towards him.

"You went behind my back, Izzy. You went behind my back with this and you went behind my back with Patrick!" he yelled throwing papers at me.

"Patrick? What does he have to do with me going to school in Minnesota? And who went behind whose back? What are you spying on me now? Going through my stuff when I'm not home?" I asked upset.

"I came in here and your drawer was open with the acceptance letter right on top. It was kind of hard to ignore, and I'm glad I did look. Care to explain these notes?" he asked holding them up. His temper was rising by the minute.

Of course. I kept every card, note, and little keepsake that Patrick had given me in that drawer. And now Pete has found them.

"Pete, Patrick and I are just friends. That's it. Neither of us would do anything to hurt you. I swear," I said holding my hands up in defense.

"Hurt me?!" Pete yelled coming towards me. He put one hand around my neck and slammed me up against the wall.

"What do you think keeping things from me for months is going to do?" he asked with his face dangerously close to mine.

I felt the tears start to roll down my cheek. I was scared. I hadn't seen Pete this angry in a long time.

"Pete, I'm sorry. I didn't want to tell you if I wasn't going to go, and there was nothing to tell you about Patrick," I said quietly as he was starting to cut off my air supply.

"So are you? Are you leaving for Minnesota?" he asked lightly letting me go. I put my hands up to my throat and looked down.

"I don't know," I said quietly.

"Fuck this, Izzy," he said and turned to walk away from me.

"Pete, please. I love you," I started to cry.

"Fuck you!" he yelled smacking me straight across the face. I fell to the floor in pain and in shock. Never had Pete struck me before.

"You don't love me. You're nothing," he said looking down on me. He left with me lying on the floor holding my cheek and crying.