"And so I hope you all found it a valuable and enjoyable experience, and hopefully won't be too shocked when it comes that you will be part of the world of work, and speaking of things which are coming up soon, I must stress girls that you exams may seem like and age away, but," Mrs Lowne was dragging on. I was sitting in my usual seat with my head resting on the desk, trying to work out why I had stopped Mark short some 4 days ago. I think it was because I had some 'vision' into the future, and knew that it was pointless anything happening between us for it all to be blown apart within a couple of days. It would never work out between us when he became famous, and I'd just heard too many horror stories with people dating famous people, and didn't think I could cope with all the media attention, hate mail from the fans, and most of all be separated from my loved one. Yeah, that was why I did it, and it was definitely the right thing to do I assured myself, but if it really was the right thing to do then why did I feel so low?

I decided the best thing to do was to discuss it with my closest friends, but we didn't come up with any new conclusions. All I learnt was that I was going to be unhappy for a long time, but hey, I was the one who had tried to get myself involved with him, so I was just going to have to be the one to get uninvolved from something that I had hardly even let begun. I decided to totally put him and all of IOYOU out of my mind. I just concentrated on my studies, and amused my friends with stories of me crying when meeting Ronan leaving them turning green with envy, and then trying to make me jealous with stories of dying animals and screaming kids. It was easy enough for the first few months but then came the news that 'WestSide' would be supporting Boyzone on their European tour, which of course I had tickets for nearly every night, and it didn't take long for me to see a poster around town, confirming what I had thought, that IOYOU were no longer, and WestSide had replaced them.
"I can't go," I said through tears. "I just can't go,"
"Of course you can," my mates comforted me. " We just won't get there until 9pm, there's no way they'll see you."

"Oh yeah?" I said unimpressed. "We'll come up with some sort of fool proof plan will we? One that can't go wrong?" I said bitterly, desperately trying to hold back the tears. "The trouble is they *always* go wrong no matter how fool proof you think they are. The guys will decide to watch the show and I'll see them in the crowd, or when we go back to the hotel to see Boyzone they'll be there, there are so many ways it could go wrong, I just can't risk it." I finished, and started sobbing in an uncontrollable way.

"Ah Shelly calm down calm down, we'll think of something, there's no way we'll let you miss Boyzone." They said holding me in a group hug. "Don't let Mark do this to you. You've been doing so well up til now - just totally forget about it-come on we'll go find all the calories we can," they said pulling me in the direction of the high street. I managed to mumble a 'thanx', but still couldn't clear my mind. We went into town bought milkshakes-chocolate of course, and big slabs of chocolate cake, and sat down on a table outside the cafe on the high street. I was just beginning to finally relax, when my mobile starting ringing. I fished it out of my bag and looked down at the number showing on the screen. My mind didn't know who it was, but the pit of my stomach knew just as sure as tomorrow was a Tuesday, and it wasn't happy.