sorry 4 not doing any in a long time but i just haven't had the time to update. NEway here is the nxt section:
Will’s blood was boiling as he walked up to Zach and Zoë even though he knew he should stop and take some deep breaths he didn’t want to control his anger anymore – he wanted to let it out.
“Zoë, I may have done some things wrong back at college but I organised this whole thing so I could meet with you and apologise. I love you Zoë but all you can do is make out with that scruff bag,” Will shouted.
“SOME things wrong?” Zoë asked, “Secretly videoing me and stopping me from going to my dream job in New York, not to mention you making Jess and Kris thinking they had HIV. Well you can forget ever having anything to do with me again because you are just an evil mixed-up psycho who gets a kick out of making people feel bad.”
“Zoë, don’t walk away,” Will pleaded.
“Watch me,” Zoë said smirking at Will angrily then taking Zach’s hand and exiting the room.
Will collapsed onto the nearest chair as tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. He hadn’t expected Zoë to forgive him but he thought she would listen and he didn’t think that her going qould hurt him so bad. But she was all he had thought about in prison. He loved her and all he had done had just caused her to hate him. He wanted her so bad but he couldn’t correct what he had done. He had nothing to live for. He might as well just kill himself…

fab!! xx

Will sat on the edge of the rooftop. He had climbed up the fire escape and was now sitting on the edge of the roof staring down at the city below him with a bottle of beer in his hands. He poured the final drop into his mouth then shakily stood up as the lights below him span around and his vision blurred – a mixture of the alcohol flowing through his veins and the tears that were dripping down his face. Will felt at his lowest and nothing could make him feel better. In prison it was the hope of being reconciled with Zoë that had stopped him committing suicide in the first place but now that his hopes were gone he didn’t think there was any point of living out such a stupid life. With a criminal record and a half finished college education he would never get anywhere in life that would lead to somewhere good. With no family or friends he didn’t need to live anymore so he took a step forward and peered over the edge. He swayed and felt dizzy as he saw the road below him that suddenly looked more solid then it usually did. He shuffled ever closer till his toes were over the edge. He would just have to lean forward and he would tumble down and take his final breath before crashing onto the floor below in a bloody mess. Will closed his eyes but then a noise came from behind him and someone came through the doors. Will turned to see who was interrupting him but as he did so he lost his balance and fell down and down and down letting out no noise but silently screaming in his head for his life to end as painlessly as possible. Then Will opened his eyes and wished he hadn’t as the ground rushed up to meet him and it suddenly felt as if a brick wall had punched him into oblivion and then he felt nothing…

wow!! fantastic xxxx

Zoë nervously walked into the interview room. She looked at the guy who was going to interview her and sighed as she saw the old stern-faced man but when he grinned at her she felt a little better. This was one of the only interviews she had gotten for a job she actually wanted – well one that would get her somewhere closer to the place she wanted to be. She had felt so angry with Will after he had stopped her going on that film course in New York. That was her chance and she would have done so much better if she’d gone.
“Hi, I’m Mr Finton. It’s… Zoë isn’t it?” Mr Finton said.
“Yeah,” Zoë said.
The interview went normally with him asking all the usual questions but as she left the room she felt confident that she could get the job – a TV presenter on T4. It was exciting and even though she wouldn’t be involved in filming anything she would at least have the chance of doing something on TV.

Later that evening Zoë sat down on the sofa and turned the television on but at that moment the doorbell rang. When she opened the door she saw that it was Zach.
“Hi Zach,” she said, “What are you doing here?”
“You invited me round for dinner tonight. Have I got the wrong day?” he asked.
“Oh no! I completely forgot about dinner – I haven’t cooked anything,” Zoë said feeling really embarrassed.
“Don’t’ worry we can get a takeaway,” Zach said.
They went inside and sat down after ordering the takeaway. The TV was on and it was switched onto the news. It caught their attention when a name they recognised was mentioned.
“I am Sharon Osfield and I am live here at the scene where Will Hackett jumped off the top of this building to his death. Now it looks just like an ordinary street but here is some footage of last night,” the news reporter said.
Zoë and Zach sat flabbergasted as they saw cameras, police cars and ambulances surrounding a body that they recognised to be Will’s.
“Will was holding a party at the building and after some interviews with people attending the party, the motive of Mr Hackett seems to be his girlfriend and friends refusing to talk to him. Will had just been released from prison a few days ago from a 3 year sentence. It seems that his death was unexpected and no family or friends have turned up to take the body to organise a funeral,” the reporter continued.
Guilt flared up in Zoë’s body as she realised she had killed somebody. No” I didn’t kill him. He didn’t deserve to talk to me. He was an evil man. I didn’t have to forgive him. Zoë thought but all the same she couldn’t help feeling it was all her fault…

this is really good and i cant wait for the next chapters

really good please carry on and do some bout kris and jess please because itseems to be all about zoe zak and will

cool plz CARRY ON SOON

i am out 2nite so I can't do anymore but will update 2moro night probably

ok its really gud so far