Chelsea's point of view: "... look really beautiful." Ken muttered softly. I froze. WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?! I have to say something. Quick. "It's because I wore make-up today. My hair is curled too!" I laughed to relieve the tension. "And it's all for Rick who did not even show up in your date, isn't it?" Ken scowled. I glared at Ken. "What's the matter with you?! He did not show up because of a GOOD reason!" I defended desperately. Ken smirked. "And what reason is that?" "Um... umm." I mumbled. I had no idea. "See?" Ken scoffed, "You don't know the reason at all! Rick should have called at least if he cared for you." My heart broke into millions of pieces. I did not want to admit it, but what Ken said was somewhat true. Rick didn't even CARE enough to CALL me. Ken leaned closer to me. "I've made a mistake for letting you go, Chelsea..." "St-stop." I stammered. "Chelsea," Ken softly said, "Please give me a second chance." Ken leaned even closer until we were only 1 inch apart. My eyes widened in surprise. He leaned much closer... *SLAP* "What did you do that for?" Ken angrily exclaimed as he touched his throbbing cheek. "You-" I trailed off. "YOU B*STARD!" an angry man screamed. Ken and I quickly looked around. Uh-oh. It was Rick. Rick GRABBED my arm and YANKED me out of my seat. He turned to Ken and angrily shouted. "YOU! Ken Winston! DON'T ever... ... ever... ... touch MY girl."