A/N: I decided to rewrite this story because I didn't like the way it was written. The plot, the characters, and such are going to be the same still, but there will be minor changes to this story. Again, it's one of the stories I just wanted to improve the writing on!

This is the sequel to Crush, but you don't really need to read that story in order to understand this one. For those who have read Crush, this takes place a few years later--Nessa's senior year of high school. Go to my profile and click the website to view the character pictures.

I DON'T OWN ANY BANDS/ARTISTS/LYRICS/SPORTS TEAMS/COMPANIES MENTIONED IN THIS STORY. The rest of the stuff, I DO own :)

Chapter 1
You Put the H-O in Homewrecker

My eyes nearly bugged out as I took one glance at the over-revealing blue top in Paula's hands with great disapproval. "No," I refused, stuffing it back on the overfilled rack. Was she trying to convert me into some skank?! "Hell no."

Paula scoffed and let out a sigh of defeat. "You never like what I pick out for you,” she mumbled grumpily with a small pout.

I shook my head, almost amused at her poutiness. “Then why don’t you try on the things you pick out?” I suggested with a shrug.

She rolled her hazel eyes. “Because you’re the one that has the curves,” she shot back lightly with a teasing hint of envy.

A small chuckle came out of my mouth. “Yeah, just skankify me because I have curves," I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes.

“The guys in the baseball team would approve of it—believe me,” Holly muttered under her breath.

Hearing the word baseball would always capture my attention. "Speaking of baseball…" I glanced at my cell phone to get a glimpse of the time. "I’m missing the game." I put the pair jeans back on the rack. "I should get going."

"Fine, see you tomorrow," Holly said, not looking up from the vintage shirt selection.

I hurriedly walked out of American Eagle after saying goodbye to Paula and Holly, not wanting to miss the Giants-Mets action. I've been a diehard baseball fan ever since I could remember and I would rarely miss a game.

"Whoa, where you going, Miss Nessa?" A voice called out.

I hadn’t even noticed I passed Collin. "I don’t wanna miss the game," I replied with a weak smile.

"That’s just like you," Collin chucked as he shook his head. His dark brown eyes dropped down and looked curiously at the bag in my hand. "Buy anything?" he questioned pointedly.

“We just went to Hollister—“

“Hollister?” he questioned in slight surprise. “Didn’t really get that vibe from you,” he said teasingly. “Thought you were more of a baseball jersey kinda girl?”

I smiled. Most people who sort of knew me would assume that and it defiintely didn't bother me at all. “Most of the time,” I told him with a shrug. “Need a little variety in your closet, right? I just bought a hoodie. Everything is expensive as hell there, though.”

He flashed a grin. “But why Hollister? You can smell that store from a mile away!” he exclaimed in a playful tone.

I playfully smacked him with the Hollister bag. "Quit wasting my time, Samuels,” I told him. “You’re making me miss my Giants play!”

A laugh escaped from his full lips. "We should catch a game sometime," he scratched the top of his neatly shaved brown hair and shrugged. "You know—me, you, and Paula."

My smile almost faltered. Paula….oh right…

"So I should let you go," he said after taking a look at his sports watch. "Don’t wanna miss Barry bat, right?"

He flashed a smile and my heart skipped a beat unwillingly. "Yeah," I replied, giving him a sheepish smile back.

"See you tomorrow,” he said as he lightly punched my shoulder.

Collin Samuels. I guess you can call him my friend now since he's been going out with Paula. Paula has been my best friend since seventh grade; I thought she was probably the most awesome sixth grader at that time. We were a little different, but we were best friends nonetheless. Collin, though. How do I even start describing him? I had the hugest crush on him near the end of freshman year, but I never told a soul. For all I know, he probably wasn't even aware of the fact that I blushed everytime he talked to me during that time. A few years later he’s now dating my best friend. It’s funny how things work out like that, huh? What if I had told him I liked him? I could’ve been the happy, goo-goo gaga eyed one in Collin’s arms.

Okay, I really needed to stop thinking like this.

Shaking my head to clear all my jumbled thoughts, I spotted Tony driving his dad’s flashy Ford Shelby GT500 in the parking lot of the mall. He poked his head out of the car window and called out to me. “Hurry up, Ness! Could you be any slower?” he shouted out playfully.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself as I ran towards his car with one shopping bag in hand. “Thanks for picking me up,” I said breathlessly as I sat in the front seat.

The radio in Tony’s car was at a loud volume as Metallica’s Enter Sandman came out of the speakers. "Catch the game yesterday?" he asked, keeping his blue eyes on the road ahead of us. He asked the same question every time the Giants played and every time my answer was yes. Seriously, he should know me by now.

"Dude, you know I always do!" I exclaimed. "In a few weeks: Giants-Dodgers. Tones, we so need to catch that game together! It’s like we haven’t been to one of those in forever.”

“We went to a game with each other a week ago,” he reminded me.

“Yeah, but not a Dodgers versus Giants game,” I pointed out. “It’s always fun ragging on those Dodger bums!” I exclaimed with a grin.

A mischievous grin appeared on Tony’s face. “’Atta girl,” he mumbled with approval. "You were raised right." That was something he would always say to me and it never failed to bring a smile on my face.

The San Francisco Giants and the Los Angeles Dodgers was one of the most greatest baseball rivalries in history. Tony and I loved living up to the rivalry and taunting every Dodgers fan that passed us during games. I knew Tony Campi back in elementary school because I used to play basketball or kickball with him and a few other boys during those days. He went to a different middle school, so I didn’t see him again until he transferred to my high school during freshman year. Turns out he was a diehard Giants fan. With me being a diehard Giants fan, we were friends automatically.

“So when are you gonna get back into the game, anyways?” Tony asked after a moment of us just playfully rocking out to the music. I looked at him questionably. “You know, the dating game?”

Rolling my eyes, I just shook my head. “Ugh, don’t start, Tony,” I warned him grumpily.

“I’m just saying! It’s been almost four months,” he pointed out, not looking at me but at the road.

A small sigh escaped from my lips. “Why? I can’t just be single?” I questioned in a low tone.

He shook his head. “You know what I mean, Nessa,” he said in a more serious tone. “Or what? Is there no guy good enough for my girl?” he teased in a lighter tone.

I smiled thoughtfully and stared outside the window. “Yeah, that’s totally it,” I mumbled sarcastically.

“Okay, I’ll stop talking,” he muttered under his breath.

I smiled in satisfactory. “Good.”

He took his adorable blue eyes off the road for once to flash me a wonderful smile.

I laughed. “And you’re calling me slow? Look how you’re driving! Hurry, you’re making us miss the game!”

Shaking his head, he laughed and continued on driving. I loved nagging Tony.

Collin always flashed Paula that dazzling smile—the smile that was only meant for her eyes. I felt like an intruder for seeing it, even though I hadn’t meant to. Naturally, she would always flash her lovely smile back at him.

"Nessa!" Holly snapped me back. I was so startled that I dropped my pencil. "Oh sorry," she apologized. The pencil was too far from reach for the both of us. "Pssstt!!" Holly whispered, trying to sound quiet and sneaky, but it just drew more attention.

Collin turned around and looked at us with a questionable expression.

"Can you get that for her?" Holly asked.

He nodded and reached down to retrieve it. With a smile, he held my pencil out to me. Of course, it wasn’t that same smile he gave to Paula, but it was still stunning. “Here you go,” he said in a quiet tone as he nearly made me melt with those smothering eyes.

I smiled. “Thanks,” I muttered as I gently took it out of his hands, avoiding looking too deep into those intimidating eyes. His looks was definitely one reason why I had crushed on him a few years back. Now he was slightly older, but it worked to his advantage.

“Ness,” Paula whispered, breaking my trance. “Are we still on for after school?” she asked.

Collin looked from me to Paula then back at me. “Ah, you ladies have a date?” he questioned with a small grin.

“Yeah, no boyfriends allowed,” Paula told him playfully.

His lips twisted into a small, cute pout. “Aw, man.” He turned to me again. “You gonna take good care of my girl?” he asked in a light tone.

A grin formed across my face. “Your girl? You mean my girl!” I shot back jokingly.

He looked at me with playful offense to that statement. “Do you wanna take this outside?” he laughed.

“You didn’t know? Nessa’s my mistress,” she informed him jokingly, getting into this little playful arguement.

I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, jealous?” I taunted with a grin.

Collin grinned crookedly. “Definitely,” he answered. “You’re such a homewrecker, Nessa,” he teased.

I scoffed. “Well, you put the first two letters in homewrecker,” I shot back playfully.

It took awhile for them to understand. “Did you just call me a ho?” Collin questioned a little too loudly.

A few chuckles came from our classmates and our Spanish teacher shot us a stern look. Paula lightly smacked her boyfriend on the shoulder. “Shh,” she told him with a giggle.

“But I will take care of her,” I whispered to Collin with a small smile before he turned back around. That smile appeared on his face. “Hopefully as good enough as you treat her,” I added.

The grin grew wider. “Thanks, Nessa,” he whispered. “You’re sweet.”

I watched as he turned back around to give Paula more of those dazzling smiles.

"Guess who I just found out likes you during 3rd period." Holly whispered, snapping me back from my thoughts.

I hated guessing games. "Who?" I questioned, uninterested.

"Aaron Cairo," she replied with a huge smirk.

I looked up from my paper and made a face of slight disgust. "Ew."

"What?” she exclaimed in disbelief. “He’s the captain of the varsity football team!" she reminded me.

"Our varsity team blows," I mumbled.

"So? He’s so hot."

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, he’s also a cocky jerk,” I added. Seriously, he thinks he runs the whole school. He would be better matched with a cheerleader or something. Not Paula, though. My best friend deserved the best, not a cocky bastard. That's why Collin totally has my approval.

"Nessa," Holly leaned more forward as her voice grew lower and quieter, "you act like you’re not even interested in guys anymore." Her eyes were serious just like her tone, which was kind of rare for her.

"No, I just don’t bring them up every second," I shot back in an unintentional bitter tone. Boys. I was so sick of them and didn't really care about them anymore. Sure, I was aware of some guys that were "interested" in me, but I wasn't so sure what exactly they were interested in. Whatever, they're all the same.

"Listen…I know Jason—"

"—Holly," I cut her off before she could say anything else. Hearing his name just brought back some memories I just wanted to throw out.

"Girls," our teacher warned us to be quiet before Holly could open her mouth.

Holly looked at me for a moment. "It’s been forever,” she reminded me before turning back around. I ignored her, but in the back of my mind I knew exactly how long it’s been.

My friends have been pushing guys on me for the past few months already. At least Tony knew when to stop.

This all was starting to bug me.