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Lulu Allen

We are all capable of evil thoughts, but only very rarely of evil deeds; we can all do good deeds, but very few of us can think good thoughts.

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a character in “The Arcana Academy”, as played by Korrye

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Full Name: Tallulah Katherine Allen
Nicknames: Lulu, Lucky Lu, Fortuna - if she's running around anonymously.
Age: Nineteen and very happy to be nearly done with school.
Birthdate: February 21st
Home Town: Born and raised in a small town called Clinton, Washington - a small town of 984 people.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
School: Noctrem Academy on her parents insistence.

Power: Luck Manipulation - by definition: The user can cause random unlikely events to occur more often, and liable events to not happen; can endow good or bad fortune, such as breaking something actually causes bad luck, or carrying around a "lucky charm" actually causes good luck. In Lulu's case, she's capable of manipulating her own luck, whether it's getting a dice to roll on the right number or to have the right cards come up in a game to her favor. She can also manipulate the luck of others, either providing them with good fortune or repeated bad luck. She can make a person more likely to slip, for example, or to befall misfortune. When she's angry or caught in the moment, her emotions can make her powers stronger. She is limited to usage, of course. Her bad luck inflictions can last for the entirety of a day however she gets the equivalent of a hangover from such extended use - a migraine and nausea largely. She also can only manipulate one type of luck - good or bad - at a time but she can affect up to three people if she's focused and not tired. Prior to Noctrem burning down, Lulu was working on endowing objects with bad or good luck to limited success.

Likes:
  • Thunderstorms
  • Gothic architecture
  • Dense forests
  • Classical music
  • Gambling
  • Nevada
  • Classic films
  • Fireplaces or Campfires
  • Classic literature
  • Flowers, particularly roses and calla lilies

Dislikes:
  • The idea of 'Fate'
  • Her family
  • 'Modern' music, films and books
  • Horror
  • Torture
  • Balloons
  • Tequila - bad history with it
  • People who bite their nails
  • Clutter
  • Frilly pinks and bright colors

Fears: As a child she feared her parents disapproval, something she quickly earned and now could care less about. What Lulu truly fears is suffocation, as her brother decided it would be funny to try and smother her with a balloon as a child. She fears truly harming someone or killing someone. She doesn't like to make people suffer when she has herself so much. She's empathetic that way and the fact that she was linked to her brother's death haunts her conscience still.

Personality: Lulu is outwardly confident and independent. When speaking she can be especially bold and blunt. She's not afraid to speak her mind and can be quite sassy as a result. She is smart mouthed, as her mother calls her, and isn't afraid to toss in a witty reply to someone's snarky remarks. That said, she chooses her words selectively in that she's not the most verbose individual. Lulu is far more of a listener than a chatterbox. She is extremely selective of those she confides in. Despite her prowess with her powers and quick wit, Lulu is inwardly self conscious of how she appears to others - not in a vain physical way, but a focus on what her aura and personality exudes. Lulu is far from the bully. Having suffered at the hands of her older, and much stronger, brother for a decade before moving away from him, she would rather use her powers to make others happy, to give them a smile on a bad day or to help someone dealt a shit hand in life. She is giving and can easily find herself in the role of a protector for those weaker and younger than her. She is charming when she wants to be as well but would much rather a date by the fire than a night out on the town. She's introverted when left on her own, much preferring to read and listen to soft musics than to drink excessively. That said, when she's miserable (and she can be) Lulu can easily binge.

History: Lulu was the second child born to Richard and Priscilla Allen, arriving on a cold February 21st. She was a fussy baby from the start. While her parents were enthralled with her energy, her older brother Grayson who was five at the time was not. Gray was miserable when his mother began doting on his sister. He quickly became an angry child, far more frustrated with Lulu's crying at night than their parents. Richard and Priscilla were both individuals with powers and they hailed from a long line of individuals who had long history of impacting people's lives - negatively. Her parents were dark individuals and they had raised their son to be as well. They disliked 'mortals' without powers and felt entitled because of their 'gifts.' Priscilla was especially haughty, having spent her son's formative years explaining to him that he was better than any human. When Lulu arrived, little Gray hated her immediately. She was a squirming noisy baby with no gifts that they could see. Shortly after her birth Gray developed his powers, far different than his mother's telepathy or his father's psychometry. Gray became physically stronger, and capable of inflicting a psionic blast on anyone of his choosing. Immediately his parents and Lulu became his targets, though fortunately Priscilla was able to control Gray.

As Lulu grew, she came to recognize her brother's dark hatred for her. As she began to walk and talk he was always there to push her down and call her names. Gray was her personal bully. As she grew, she found herself without any line of defense or ability to fight back from her brother. She could call on her parents, or show her father the bruises, but Priscilla and Richard grew to look down on her. They didn't want a weak child and Gray was their little star, so strong for his age and charming to those he went to school with. It wasn't until Priscilla was eleven that her brother brought her powers out. It was Gray's 16th birthday and he was having an extraordinary party. He was seated at he high table, his girlfriend and best friends at his side, facing his cake. She wished desperately that he would trip into the two tiered chocolate mass and low and behold, he did. It continued. She would make him have bad luck with girls, bad timing, bad luck on tests in school or with their parents. Soon enough, few people found him charming. He was suddenly uncoordinated and unable to get what he wanted. Within a year he figured out that Lulu was capable of manipulating his chances and he tried to kill her for it.

It was Lulu's 12th birthday, a small family fathering. Priscilla and Richard had only spoiled Gray and she hid her powers from them. They were ashamed to think they had born a mortal daughter and as a result she was given few extra spoils. Regardless, Lulu had decorated for her birthday, made herself a cake and moved to celebrate her final year before entering teenagerhood. Then Gray showed up and pinned her to the wall in a choke hold while her parents were out getting groceries for dinner. Lulu can remember fighting for air and worse when he pulled one of her pink balloons off the wall and shoved it over her mouth. The latex popped and as she gasped for air Lulu inhaled a remnant. When it caught in her throat she was completely unable to breath as the synthetic rubber inflated and deflated with her attempted breath. When her parents arrived she was nearly blue, but she managed to force herself to throw up, saving herself and leaving her parents to witness the sadistic lengths their son would go to hurt his sibling. Lulu stood up and fought back however, doing something she was only capable of doing once in her life - she cursed him. For decades he had tortured her, gone to every length that he could to terrorize her. Over time her own anguish had built up and all at once it fueled her powers. She screamed at him, bearing down on him as best she could. The air in the room seemed to shift and Gray shrank back. Weeks later he was paint balling in the brush with friends when a mountain lion attacked them. Gray had the misfortune of landing in the wildcat's path and he was crudely murdered after nearly two weeks of close to everything going wrong for him.

Lulu's parents quickly caught onto their daughter's strengths and her father was thrilled. Instead of celebrating her, however, Richard promptly took his daughter to Vegas in order to win some quick money with her help. It became an annual trip quite quickly. They loved her powers, if only for what they could give them. If Lulu even thought twice about helping her parents, however, her mother would know. She was caught in their hands until she asked to hone her powers as they had. At 13 she was sent to Noctrem Academy, despite her intent desires on going elsewhere.

The academy was hard on her, pushing her parents' values further upon her. Lulu never acknowledged the idea that she was better than any mortal, having been treated as one by Gray for most of her life. She much preferred her lessons and private sessions with professors who pushed her to excel. With time she grew excellent at manipulating chance but with it came years of punishing values. She wanted to help people and she came to loath the school for it's core ideals with time. When the school burnt down, she knew it was her lucky day.

Anything else? N/A for now.

So begins...

Lulu Allen's Story

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Leo stood back as Amy lurched forward, throwing herself into Chris' arms in a tight embrace. He crossed his arms over his chest, allowing the two to rekindle an old friendship. In reality, the male was holding back - he wasn't too happy with the way that Amy had throw herself at the male like that, and he actually wanted to lean forward and pull her away from Chris, taking her back into his own arms, and holding her there for his own selfish keeping. He wanted to show Chris that Amy was his, that he wasn't allowed to hold her like that again, but of course, he couldn't. He couldn't show that he was in a relationship with another member of the faculty; not in front of someone who might challenge him in that department anyway.

Was this jealousy that he was feeling? If so, Leo didn't like it, and he never wanted to feel it again. Jealousy was a brand new feeling for the immortal male, something he had never felt before, as he had never allowed himself to grow as close to someone as he had with Amy. Leo stood there awkwardly as his girlfriend spoke with her old friend, feeling like a third wheel in that moment. The first moment that he had, Leo cleared his throat, loud enough to interrupt their conversation. Once he was sure that there was going to be no more words between the two of them, he stepped forward, nodding to the male.

"Maybe you should go and settle yourself into your new room, Chris. And, no phones on in school hours, please. It sends a bad message to the students." Leo's voice was hard, and authoritative, but only Amy would be able to realize why. "It's on the second floor, through the teacher's hall and room seven. Here's your key." He spoke, pulling out the silver key from his pocket, tossing it in the direction of the male. "On that note, I must steal Amy here for a moment, as we have to discuss some school matters. Please, excuse us."





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Erin was pissed. No, more than pissed. She was angry. Her blood was boiling underneath her skin, and she was beginning to shake with rage. How dare Keirol act like that around her? How dare he not acknowledge her, as if she wasn't even there. He hadn't wrapped his arms around her, the way that she had with him, or spoken to her since he had entered the room. So, she had stormed out of the room. If he had wanted to follow her, he could have, but there was no sign of him now. She was stalking through the hallways of the school, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now. She had ignored the calls of assembly, not arriving to the event, due to the fact that she probably would have killed someone if she had had to sit there, listening to the irritating voice of Leonardo Marinos.

The girl could barely breath, as she made her way through the winding hallways of the school, not caring who she barged into, or what she moved out of the way. All she knew was that she had to get out of the confinements of the school, to escape into the forest that held her calming place, her tranquil hill where she would sit when she was feeling like this. Erin didn't see who she was walking into, her eyes were clouded with that horrible haze of red that began to take her over before she turned completely feral.

She did however, notice one of the people that she pushed past. His scent was intoxicating, his voice deep and sensual, almost calming in itself as she pushed past him. However, Drake was busy, and had a girl in his arms. She had briefly registered the girl to be Lulu, the one girl who were actually wriggling her way into the depths of Drake's heart, a girl that she hated to the core. Drake was the only person who was able to calm her down properly when she was in this sort of mood, when all she could see was red. But right now, she just wanted to escape. Escape to that one place where she knew she couldn't hurt anyone, and instead could exact her rage on the nature around her.

Quickly, Erin made her way out of the school, and expertly navigated her way throughout the forest. She was trying to push all thoughts of Keirol out of her mind, trying to ignore all of the anger that was coursing through her body, but to no prevail. She couldn't believe how angry the guy had made her, how close she was to hurting him at the moment in time. It was scaring her, feeling like this, which was why she was running away. Running away to her quiet spot, where she could calm down without harming anyone.

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Standing on her own two feet seemed easier than it had been in the bathroom but still a difficult feat when she felt like she needed to lean sideways. Her sense of balance felt distorted and as a result Lulu found herself shifting her weight from foot to foot and effectively swaying on the spot in front of the one guy who could pull on her heartstrings.

“Lulu,” he said calmly. “Hmm?” she hummed in response to her name. It sounded so good when it said it, just rolling off his tongue like magic. She felt like swooning. Maybe she already was. She couldn’t stand straight to save her life.

“You can’t even speak properly, you’re still shaky, you’re tired, pale and honestly, we haven’t even done anything, and you’re openly sweating,” he explained, shaking his head while smiling. Lulu stared up at him. He was right, that was for sure. “Sorry,” she mumbled, bringing a hand to wipe her forehead only to find it was slick. “Way to go Lulu. Making a fool out of yourself. He’s amused, he doesn’t like you. Why would you ever think he would like you,” she thought to herself. Closing her eyes, she moved to side step around him. Swiftly she felt her legs move out from underneath her. Lulu’s arms shot out defensively. At first she felt like she was falling, his arm kicking her feet off the ground behind her knees. She squealed, the noise dying off when Drake lifted her into his arms like a damsel in distress, his other arm looped under her lower back and around her mid section.

“Oh my God,” she found herself uttering, her arms, moving to loop around his neck to support herself. Lulu stared at the ground beneath her, feeling rush of vertigo overtake her.

“Nothing’s going to happen
 mainly because you’re not really ready for it. And before you say anything, I’m not putting you down,” he told her, looking down at her amused and yet forceful. Lulu bit her lip and nodded, feeling her toes curl in her shoes again. To be so high off the ground
she wasn’t afraid of heights but given her state, she sure felt like she was.

As Drake began to walk, Lulu tucked her head into his chest. She could feel the stares as they began to move quickly through the halls. Drake took a quick corner for a staircase. Several girls stopped mid step, clutching their binders and looking at Drake wide eyed and giggly. Lulu shrank as much as she could in his arms. They were five steps up the stairs when none other than Erin Hawthorne came into view. Lulu’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh dear,” she whispered, feeling her body turn rigid. Normally she would have stopped the girl in her steps by telling her off for staring. Today she was in no shape to be doing anything. And now she knew. And she could tell Corentine and the others that Lulu was essentially defenseless. Shit.

“Room fifteen, right?” Drake asked her. His voice broke through her thoughts and Lulu was startled. “What?” she asked absently before repeating his question in her mind. “Yes, fifteen,” Lulu told him, biting her tongue as she watched Erin stare at them momentarily at them off in a hurried walk.

As Drake proceeded up the rest of the stairs Lulu tried to tuck herself as close to him as possible if only to reduce the amount she bounced around in his grasp. The motion was difficult to bear. Fortunately for them, the walk wasn’t that long. Room fifteen appeared almost too quickly. She had no idea what lay beyond the door and her roommate didn't seem to be present.

“So,” Lulu started, looking up as best she could into Drake’s face. The idea of a cold shower was too inviting to resist, whether the young man who carried her helped her there or not. “You can stay and help, or if you leave, well. I understand. There are a lot of other not sick, sweaty and virtually green girls here.”

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Miss Amy Roerig

Amy’s ire had been building gradually as they made their way to Leo’s office. She was riling herself up because, well, passion was rushing through her and it was the wrong kind
 initially. She was slowly converting all of it to anger, her violet eyes sparkling with it. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was so turned on my Leo. He hadn’t touched her. He’d been rude. He’d ordered her around! But part of her loved his possessiveness, his need to have her as his alone. However stupid he was being about it, it only showed her how much she meant to her. No one had ever felt jealousy with her before, and it was heartwarming now that the one man she wanted above all others, was reacting like this for her. She wouldn’t accept it though, so just like people would convert hurt into anger, Amy was doing it with her arousal. Of course it was only temporarily distracting her from the way her body was responding. It couldn’t just be his jealousy, could it? No. It must be her body still being wired after their first night of love-making. She’d gone without sex for 5 years prior to yesterday, and even before, no one had ever compared to Leo. Her body heated and sparked electricity for him, and him alone.

Once the two reached Leo’s office, she was so pissed she didn’t even know what to say. She had her back to him as she stopped in the middle of the room, mentally trying to count to ten instead of screaming like a goddamned banshee the second she opened her mouth. She whirled around when she heard the click of the lock, her eyes narrowed on him; a scorching glare. She’d only just decided on what to say when he began walking towards her, and her lips fell apart silently, breath caught in her throat. The way his body moved mesmerized her, the way his gray eyes were gleaming with possessive intent, completely dumbfounded her and all she could do was stare in anticipation of his next move. So much for taking control and scolding him. She was still angry, though, but part of her was excited, for some reason she had yet to decipher. Her mind was too blurry with anger and desire warring for dominion over h body.

Before she knew it, Leo had an arm around her, his body capturing her against she wall. Before she could react, his lips were on hers, his first kiss brief. She kept her own in a thin line, refusing to kiss him back, still glaring up at him. He didn’t seem to notice though, as his lips swept down to take hers once more. Her stubborn resistance was short-lived, his lips eager and so purposefully working on hers. Her lips parted on a breathy sigh only moments later, her lips finally embracing his in a searing, possessive kiss. She felt like he might as well be growling, mine, and it was so erotic, his passion spurring her own arousal. Her arms snaked around his neck of their own accord, her hands working themselves into his hair, clenching him to her. His arm was tightening around her, and she absolutely loved it, caught in his spell once more. All too soon, the kiss ended, leaving them both breathless. She peered up at him, eyes filled with passion, her body having melted against his so easily.

Her eyes fluttered closed when he gently caressed her face, her lips still parted. The young brunette was panting softly, the touch of Leo’s hand sending another shot of electric tingles through her veins. She could hardly think, and it only got harder as his lips began moving on her skin. She took a deep breath, trying to remember what they were talking about. Her hands were fisting in his hair, her mind fighting to clear the fog. “Mmm
” she murmured, a moment of half lucidity hitting her. Her eyes fluttered open even as she tilted her head slightly to allow his mouth all the access it needed. Felt so good. “Can’t think
” she told him, her voice breathy as ever. She needed him to stop so she could remember what she was angry about, but instead, as his lips moved to a particularly soft spot on her neck, she moaned softly, her eyes closing once more. “Don’t stop
 want you
 need you
” she instead murmured. Her right leg moved to half-clasp his bottom, moving them closer to each other. Gods, one touch and he had her curled around his little finger. Was she that weak? Was she just going to let him get away with everything as long as he was kissing it all better? Was that all it took with her?

No. No way. Anger flaring briefly once more, Amy pushed Leo away from her, her leg leaving his behind immediately. She took a deep breath, trying to quench the unyielding desire rolling through her. Trying to keep herself from throwing her slight form into his arms once more. She clenched her hands at her sides as she finally looked up at him, her eyes fiery with passion; of both anger and arousal. “A kiss to make it all better, huh?” she said, wanting her voice to be cold and angry, but instead the words came out throaty as if a bedroom whisper. She leaned against the wall, trying to make her legs stop quivering with want. “Gods, Leo, you can’t just
 can’t just treat people like that and expect me to be all forgiveness the next second! What the hell do you have to be so jealous about, anyway?!” Her anger was returning, as if trying to reach the same level as her arousal. Something she didn’t believe possible. “Chris is a friend. And damn it, he’s been a good one!” She didn’t know why she was swearing. She never really did. Not even when angry, but she supposed her brain was just in so much turmoil she didn’t know how to react properly.




Drake Quellen

Drake only raised an eyebrow when Erin stormed past, the blonde in his arms going positively rigid, her entire body tensing at the presence of the clearly pissed off Erin. Then he sighed, spotting the alarm in Lulu’s eyes. He had a very qualified idea as to the why here, and he couldn’t blame her. He’d probably be slightly worried if he was in her position. But then, again, as he’d often reasoned, Lulu brought this all down on herself. Everyone knew not to mess with the bitch squad. Well, unless your name was Drake Quellen, in which case you could do whatever the hell you felt like. Sometimes being the brother of the school top psycho bitch was quite rewarding. Sometimes it was incredibly irritating. But most of the time Drake chose to look at the bright side of things. Not that he thought people wanted to get on his bad side. That was the thing about Drake, he didn’t show anger. Rarely even showed irritation and his constant inability to feel stronger emotions, made him an enigma to most people. A lot of people didn’t dare try and cross him, because no one had any idea what’d happen. Most people suspected he could be his sister times ten.

Those people were wrong. Drake could be so, so much worse than that. That he didn’t want to be, or cared to be in any way, did not remove the fact from existence. It would take something extra ordinary to bring about that side of him. It had only happened once before, and well, it had not been pretty. The big fat fact here, however, was that he simply never gave enough of a shit to be angered. His eyes could hint at the darkness lurking within, whenever he wanted them to, and it was enough to scare people off. More than enough. His dark eyes, usually lit with humour or seductive intent – often both, could turn menacing and cold the second he wanted them to. After all, he was a master of deceit it nothing else. He shook out of his reverie, only to ask Lulu about her room number, and only have a slight nod in response. When she curled up closer in his arms, he tightened his hold on her, that protectiveness coming over him; the same he’d felt when he’d given those kids at the bathroom a good look at his eyes at their worst. How odd.

Once they reached the right room, Drake listened to Lulu before a smirk came to decorate his handsome features. In reality, inside, Drake was considering his options. He could go fuck Erin dry against the nearest tree, if she was where he thought she’d be. And she usually was. Or he could bathe the sick, greenish-pale girl in his arms. Why was that such a hard decision? The answer should be easy; a good fuck. But this odd, new part of him wanted to take care of Lulu; make sure that she was alright. But was he going to listen? No way. Besides, he shouldn’t encourage Lulu. He’d only end up coldly breaking her heart because he could never feel for her what she did for him. Right? Right. And Erin needed him to calm herself, anyway. She couldn’t be the only one in the forest and she’d appeared on the verge of a serious rage right then. At least, that’s how he justified his decision to himself. He might just be horny. He didn’t ponder it further, not really caring to. “I like you all sick and green,” he teased her before easing her down onto her feet. Then the male opened the door, only slightly surprised to find it unlocked. Did no one ever steal things around here?

That was just weird. Ah well. He guided Lulu inside, giving the room a once over before finding a door leading to the bathroom. He helped her in there before brushing a strand of hair out of her face, giving her a dazzling smile. “I’ve got somewhere I need to be, love, but I’ll come back to check on you afterwards, alright? Besides, you don’t really want me to help you out here.” He gave her a sly smile. “I might not be able to keep my hands to myself.” He turned to the shower stall, seeing shampoo and such already there. It’d have to do. Looking around he quickly found a cupboard with towels. Did he care that this belonged to someone else? Not even a little. Besides, he’d just buy Alli new stuff if she had a problem. He drew one out and put it on the toilet. “There, you should be alright for now. And get some sleep afterwards, okay? I’ll bring food when I come back.” He turned to look her over skeptically. She looked better than she had earlier at least. Feeling certain she could handle herself for now, he gave her a gentle hug. “And don’t worry about Erin. I’ll take care of it.” With that, he left her, heading for the forest. And he didn’t feel guilty. Nope. Not at all. Not even a little. Nuh uh. Sort of. He immediately shook it off, inwardly frowning at this.

As he walked to that specific spot in the forest where he’d spent time with Erin more than once this past month, he spotted others. Didn’t pay it much mind, however. His mind was plenty occupied. Besides, none of them were all that interesting right now. None of them were doing anything outrageous, and even if they were
 well, hot, animalistic sex with Erin topped that any day. Once he reached his destination, spotting blonde hair, he smiled wryly. He rested his shoulder on a tree and leaned against it, hands in his pockets as he watched her, all masculinity. That same, male aura that attracted so many women to the cold man. “What’d the trees ever do to you?” He commented, his tone playful and already seductive. Not that Erin would need any coaxing, but hey, you couldn’t just kill a habit like that.

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Drake’s teasing took the edge off of the way she felt, of that Lulu was certain. “I like you all sick and green,” he told her. She half expected him to lean down and pinch her nose. As he eased her back to earth, the blond stared down at the ground. When the tip of her boot hit the ground it seemed too soon. She settled her weight back onto her feet every so cautiously, finding herself holding onto his shoulders tightly for support. “Too tightly I think,” she chided herself, looking up into his eyes as he had his arms looped around her hips still to keep her steady. She swallowed away the butterflies rising in her stomach, smiling weakly as she relinquished her grip on him, her hands sliding along the straps of her meager duffel bag instead.

Drake took the courtesy of opening the door. Lulu had been afraid that it would be locked. She knew the number of her residence but certainly had no keys for it. It opened with a quick swing, the hinges barely squealing. She was surprised at the sheer size of the dorm, a bed immediately gracing her eyes. Alli’s half of the room was well organized and girly, made homey. Hers was stripped bare, the walls plain. She would have to change that.

Setting her bag down at the foot of the bed, Lulu walked slowly with Drake’s assistance into the ensuite bathroom. This was a pleasant surprise as well. Modern fixtures greeted her, as did the smell of lemon bathroom cleaner. She didn’t know who she had to thank for being greeted with such an orderly room – Alli or a housekeeper. Either way, it was pleasant and the state of it was a lot better than the men’s washroom by the auditorium.

Lulu turned to him, biting her lower lip again. She didn’t know what to say or how to proceed. The shower was finally before her and she wanted nothing but to just jump in the tub fully clothed and let it rain on her. Drake stepped forward. She didn’t know what to expect. She found herself holding her breath as his hand swept past her cheek to loop another strand of her hair behind her ear. His smile made her lean for the sink to support herself. Here she was, quite literally swooning in front of him now.

“I’ve got somewhere I need to be, love, but I’ll come back to check on you afterwards, alright?” he told her. Lulu bit her tongue to hide the betrayed sense she was feeling. “Of course,” she whispered, the words low and forced. She looked away from him immediately, feeling her fingers shake and grow clammy. “Besides, you don’t really want me to help you out here,” he added. The side of his lip pulled slyly. She couldn’t stand the mischevious side anymore. “Of course I do!” she wanted to say, only she found herself nodding in agreement with his words instead.

“I might not be able to keep my hands to myself,” he said. She didn’t know if this was to her benefit or a reassurance. “I don’t want you to keep your hands to yourself,” she thought glumly. As he moved away from her, pulling back a cupboard door to find her a towel, his eyes glancing over the shower, Lulu stared at her hands. She pulled at her fingers to preoccupy herself. She really couldn’t look at him now. “I am such a fool.”

“There, you should be alright for now. And get some sleep afterwards, okay? I’ll bring food when I come back,” he reassured her, setting a towel on the toilet before he stepped towards her again. Lulu made no move to lean closer or further away from him. She remained as she was, feeling his arms envelope her easily in another quick hug. As best as she could manage the blond looped her left hand around her back while the other was wrapped around her stomach. “Thank you,” she whispered into his ear, leaning up on her toes and allowing her words to brush over him as his had earlier. Though it wasn’t as seductive, she hoped it was something. Without thinking she moved and kissed his cheek quickly, much in the same way a person would in France to a departing friend or relative. She didn’t know why she did it. It certainly felt nice.

When she pulled away, he did the same. “And don’t worry about Erin. I’ll take care of it,” he guaranteed her. The words made her weak smile flatten immediately. Lulu had lived across the hall from Drake long enough to know exactly what he meant by taking care of the she-hulk. He was going to let her take her rage out on him and reap the benefit of her rather primal instincts. He was going to get fucked and love it by a much prettier girl than herself who was more powerful and connected and capable. She felt slapped. Backing into the sink, she clutched the cabinet and lowered her head to the floor, licking and biting her lips to keep herself collected while he was still there. He left without another word and when the bedroom door closed behind him, Lulu felt comfortable enough to sink to her knees.

For a few minutes she sat there, dazed and unsure of just what to do. She couldn’t stop him. Drake could do whatever the hell he wanted. But it bothered her to know what he was going to do. She couldn’t prevent it and she sure as hell didn’t like it. He had had her singing in the halls, swooning, keening and practically grinding against him. He’d smiled all the way through it, enjoying that she was finally coming to him. And then he left her, sallow and tired in her room, telling her to sleep and that eh would come back. “Like hell he will,” she muttered to herself.

As the wave of self deprecation passed, Lulu grew frustrated. She moved to stand only her knees buckled the first time. Angrily, she clutched the edge of the sink and heaved herself onto her weak legs to take off her shoes. She didn’t bother to undress, she just turned the tap of the shower onto full cold and stepped inside.

As she let the water rain on her like sheets of ice Lulu was brought back to awareness. Each blast of water was like a cold slap to the face, making her skin burn in a way that Drake’s words had made her feel. As she sat, letting it pour over her, she had to wonder what he thought of her and just why on earth she had let herself be played. And played like a violin to his cello, so smoothly and wonderfully.

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Leo thought he had won. He had thought he was going to get out of this without having to deal with any anger from his girlfriend. By the way that she was wrapping herself around him, welcoming his lips, and grasping a hold of his hair, how could he think any different? The immortal male was almost beginning to forget that Amy had been angry with him in the first place, and his trail of thought was moving just onto her; about taking her, right here in his office, proving to her again that she was his. Everything that he could think of was her - Amy Roerig filled his mind, his heart, and every single one of his senses with thoughts of her. Her touch, her scent, her love... it clouded his mind, much to his enjoyment.

However, that enjoyment was short lived, by the atmosphere in the room suddenly taking a turn for the worst. Amy suddenly snapped, pushing him away from her, unraveling herself quickly from his body. Leonardo just looked at her, his expression filled with confusion and worry; one moment ago, she had been begging for him, wanting him, panting his name, and now, she was pushing him away, and had started shouting at him. He was just... confused. He hadn't felt things like this before, had never experienced them before - and now, this was his first experience with the girlfriend angry at jealousy. Yeah, he definitely didn't want to be here again. Amy looked almost scary, her expression full of anger, her eyes baring deep into his own. She had even swore! Leo's eyes widened as that "damn" came out of her lips; Amy never swore. Ever. Oh dear, he had truly annoyed her this time.

"Amy, I'm sorry." Leo's voice was calm and cool as he tried to reason with the angry brunette woman in front of him, taking a step back from her. He didn't want to be within arms reach of her, in case she decided to lash out at him in a moment of blind fury. "I didn't mean to, I just didn't like you being so close to another man like that. I've never had a woman for my own, Amy. I've never been able to look at a girl, and call her mine. In a thousand years, feeling this for the first time has made me a little possessive, I see that. Please, please don't be angry at me, baby." Leo was almost pleading with the woman, taking a small step back towards her, with his arms outstretched. He wanted her back in his arms again, but this time, he wasn't going to force it. He was going to wait for her to come to him.





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Erin could feel her anger rising with every passing second, her hands beginning to shake more and more, that horrible red haze beginning to cloud over her eyes; when she was in this sort of mood, she was barely human, that primal, feral side of her taking over. She was more like a hungry rabid dog, than a girl once her powers truly took over. Sometimes, it got so bad, that she didn't even remember what had happened when she had been taken over; it was as if she was being taken over by a different force, a different being. Something pushed back that human side of her and in it's place set down a primal being, who's only thoughts are based around blood and fear. Not feeling fear, but creating it. She was a scary being, once her powers took over - more scary that a pissed off Corentine, it had been said before. Which was why the girl had ran away from it all, run outside to her secluded place in the forest; somewhere she wouldn't be able to harm anyone.

The blonde just couldn't believe how Keirol had just pushed her off like that, brushed her off as if she really was just some strange girl in the corridors that he had never met, spoken to, or even seen before. Not the girl that laid in his bed most nights, curled up with him, laying there contently without any sort of physical activity on her mind. Not the girl that he had trusted enough to have given her his most precious possession, to keep close to her heart, always. Her hand came up to clasp the sword dangling around her neck, the pendant that her "boyfriend" had given her as a gift a few nights prior. She tried to go back to that moment, to how happy she had felt when Keirol had placed the pendant around her neck, telling her that he loved her, but she could no longer feel the happiness. No, now all Erin could feel was rage, when she looked at his face. The face that held those eyes that had recently looked straight through her, as if she hadn't been there at all.

There was a rustling behind her, a noise the girl tried to ignore. Probably a bird or a rabbit or something. She thought to herself, shaking her head, trying to bring herself out of that moment, and to put her mind in a quiet, more peaceful place. However, then, a voice resounded around her, shattering her silence; a deep, seductive voice that almost made a shiver run through the blonde's body. That's no rabbit. Erin took in a few deep breaths as she felt herself growing more and more vicious, that primal side of her wanting to take her over, to take full control of her body. It had been ages since she had been this angry, and Erin was slightly cautious of even Drake being around her right now. Usually, Drake Quellen was the boy that she was run to when she was feeling angry, to stop herself from getting this close to the edge, but he was rather late this time at finding her, and she was almost too close to the edge of sanity to be able to stop herself from turning. It was already beginning to happen; her shaking was almost uncontrollable, her breathing ragged.

Erin whipped around after a few seconds, her change almost complete. The rage inside her was almost at the point of explosion; her body shaking with anger. The blonde's eyes were now black, black with hate, and anger, and rage, and murderous intent towards the man that had hurt her like this, and to anyone that decided to get in her way. She was almost at complete strength, holding herself onto sanity as long as possible, grasping onto that tiniest bit of humanity that she muster. "Drake..." She breathed, her voice strained, and shaky. She hated feeling this close to slipping, this close to falling out of her own consciousness, and into the mind of the beast. Drake would help her; he had to.

He just had to.

Suddenly, Erin threw her head back, her inside battle growing harder and harder, allowing the beast within to come out for a moment, her eyes flashing red, signifying that she was no longer in control of her own body. She felt herself snarl in the direction of the man who had come along to find her, before a sadistic grin flickered across her lips. "Oh look, Drake. Come along to stop me, have you? To "calm me down?" Please, you think you can stop me, you puny, impudent little fool. Unlike her, I'd rather not --" Erin's head once again was thrown backwards and her eyes changed back, flashing red again briefly, again showing a change in control over the body of the blonde girl. Erin's primal part was growing stronger, beginning to take over. She hated asking for help, especially from someone so cruel and sarcastic about everything, but Drake was the one person that Erin was able to trust to help her, to save her, when she was in this sort of state.

"Help me."





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Well, that conversation with Beth and Spencer had gone, oh so well, in Jackson's eyes. That was a bit of an overstatement. After he had mentioned there being a party that night, there had been a silence. And it hadn't been one of those nice, comfortable silences that he enjoyed. No, it had been a horrible, awkward silence between the three of them. Jackson had stood there with his hands in his pockets for about a minute with no reply from the blonde girl that he had been in a relationship with, or his new science-infatuated roommate, before he had decided that there wasn't going to be a conversation between the three of them anytime soon. So, he had quickly excused himself, telling them to "think about it," before walking off, quickly.

The Irish man hadn't known what to do, and had spent the best part of half an hour walking around the gardens of the school. He had been hoping to spot at least one of his friends; maybe McKenna, Ashy or Julie around somewhere, but to no such luck. He hadn't seen anyone; it was like the grounds of the school was a cemetery. Maybe it was because all of the Arcana students were helping their new Noctrem roommates settle into their new quarters, making them feel all at home and what not. Jackson wondered if he should have gone back inside and spoken to Spencer, offered to help him up to their new shared room and help him settle in. But, seeing how their last conversation had gone, the man had decided against it.

Now, Jackson was walking through the hallways of the school, slowly making his way back to his bedroom. He had decided that waiting there for Spencer to come up would be a better idea than trying to engage the man in conversation again, and had changed his direction from that of the forest on the outskirts of the school, to the dorms on the inside. However, as he made his way along the hallway, an open door caught his eye. "Mhm, strange." He murmured to himself, his Irish accent thick through his voice. There had been conversations about a week prior, Arcana students joking about never leaving their doors open any more, because of the thieving and untrustworthy ways of the Noctrem students, so this ajar door was something that he hadn't expected to see.

As Jack peered around the corner of the door, to determine who's room it was, he noticed a bag on the floor, one he had seen many times whilst he had been growing up. Lulu and him had always used to go out on trips to the woods in the small town they once lived in, and they would take a picnic and all the essentials needed to eat, and have a day out, like a ball, and a frisbee and what ever else you'd want, in that bag. "Lu?" He called out as he made his way into the room, looking around. He could hear the shower on in the bathroom, but even through the walls, it was still possible to hear people calling on the outside. Many a time, the male had been spoken to whilst he had been in the shower, from one of his friends on the outside in his bedroom, so, it worried him a little that Lulu hadn't replied to him. He knocked on the door of the bathroom, once again calling out her name, hoping for a reply. After a minute of not getting one, he opened the door, slowly, making sure that she was decent before going inside properly.

The sight before him shocked him, and Jack moved quickly over to her side, taking her hand. "Lulu? You're like ice.... why are you showering in cold water? You'll freeze if you've been in here too long. Here. Please?" He held up a towel that had been conveniently placed close enough to the shower, so that she would be able to step out of the shower, and he could wrap it around her.

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The shower felt like ice, a welcome change to the fever she’d experienced in the men’s washroom. The water was highly pressurized. As it beat down on her she felt as if a hundred small daggers prodded at her skin through her clothes. Where she was exposed felt worse. It drove her to attention, breaking past the nausea and vertigo. She snapped awake, her frustration only adding to the degree of clarity that was coming back to her mind. The longer she sat, the more she felt like she could focus on what had just happened with Drake, what she felt and what she wanted to do about it.

She didn’t doubt that her emotions were heavily in play. The power hangover had exposed what she felt. It was undeniably real to her that she felt something for Drake, despite the fact that he was likely the worst guy for her. The idea that he was currently fucking Erin Hawthorne – wherever she may be, and Lulu didn’t doubt it was happening - severely bothered her. Whenever Erin was storming around in a rage, most often she came in a hurry down the halls to Drake’s room demanding him (she’d heard it all too often, and the screams of orgasm often followed). It made her skin crawl to think that he was with her, smiling that same sly smile he’d given her in the hallway only his hands were obviously much busier and less preoccupied with holding up the girl in his arms. And worst, he would enjoy it. What guy wouldn't?

“How could you be so stupid?” she said to herself. How on earth did she appeal to him? She felt for him but it seemed so obvious to her that he felt nothing in return. Drake had been the guy who’d lived across from her for years. He knew her well and had always been the first to tease her in a playful manner. Lulu knew she was a source of his amusement. He’d always joked that she may one day feel something for him, that his presence was addicting. In truth it was but she’d always denied it to him. Today was the first time she’d ever tried to flirt back. And she’d done a shit job of it. Not that she blamed him for leaving. But leaving for Erin? He could have at least not told her about that. Now it was in her head, what they were doing, how it would sound. She wondered what it would be like to be Erin, to be so strong and beautiful. She was like Corentine; she got what she wanted when she wanted it, whether by force, coercion or just because she was who she was. She was so able. And Lulu was stuck, finding herself defending those who’re getting bullied and finding herself in the crossfire of the ‘fabulous five.’ She had a sassy mouth and no appreciation for any of those girls who got what they wanted no matter the cost.

Unlike the heroes of comic books, she was far from a celebrity or icon. If anything she was ostracized and outcast because she was literally a magnet for trouble. Drake always told her that she brought it on herself. She couldn’t seem to help it though. She didn’t like to see a bully pick on a less powerful kid. She didn't like it when others walked over the little less well off. She’d been that kid for years and nearly died half a hundred times. She knew pain. She knew suffering. She was better for it but certainly not stronger. Her powers were good but they weren’t something that would win you a battle of epic proportions. To be honest Lulu felt like her personality didn’t match her abilities. She had a habit of picking fights she couldn’t win because of her situation. That didn’t stop her. She was starting to think that maybe it should. But Grey would love it if she stopped, even post mortem. Her older brother, her personal tormentor for years, would just adore it if she gave up. Giving him that satisfaction wasn’t right. And he’d been much stronger than the fabulous five combined. And she’d killed him.

Images of Grey filled her mind, namely the day she’d cursed him. That fateful birthday party, the balloon, the choking and explosive pain in her body from his psionic blasts. He’d made her feel pain, like her nerves were being cauterized and shredded internally. He’d made the pressure in her head build that day to such a degree that her temples had actually swollen. He’d wanted her to her die and she’d finally wanted him to die. When she finally got the chance, her entire body seemed to just explode with rage. She hated every fiber of his evil being and she wanted him to know her pain, to never feel lucky, to never get what he wanted ever again. She wanted him to die and he did, eaten alive and slowly killed by a mountain lion after two weeks of torture as his life fell apart. After all the horror she wished it had gone on longer.

How sick was she?

I'm not sick, just broken.

Lulu’s thoughts were brought back to reality. Close to twenty minutes had passed when she opened her eyes and heard a knock on the doorframe leading to the bathroom. She was leaning along the wall of the shower, the water still beating down on her. Lulu looked at her hands to find them pruny and so pale she was virtually blue. She tightened her fingers into a fist before looking up as a shadow filled the doorway. Jackson, of all people, emerged. At the sight of her his eyes widened in shock, making her shift in her seat and move to turn the water off. Did she really look that bad? Her clothing clung to her skin, making it hard to shift her position. As her hand was midair Jack moved to catch it, his hand warm able to move the skin around on hers like she was part zombie.

"Lulu? You're like ice.... why are you showering in cold water? You'll freeze if you've been in here too long,” he gushed, his words flowing like a ramble. She winced, shrugging as best she could in sopping wet clothes. “It just feels good when I feel like this,” she told him, feeling like she had to explain something about why she was sitting there. Slowly she stood, finding her legs a hell of a lot sturdier than before though her jeans seemed so slick and tight to her skin she felt she might rip them.

“Here. Please?" Jack asked, moving to grab the towel Drake had set on the toilet for her and opening it so that she might be able to step out into it. Gripping the wall of the shower, she wrung out her shirt and hair as best she could before stepping out and letting him wrap the thick cotton fabric around her. She clutched the ends with her hands and felt her lips tremble with how cold she suddenly felt. “Let me change,” she smiled weakly, looking up at him and bringing the towel to her chin. “Just stay in here. No need to see anything you don’t want to,” she chirped, moving out of the bathroom and closing Jack inside it while she moved toward her duffel bag on the floor and tore through it for a fresh outfit.

Once dressed, she bound her wet clothes up in the towel and opened the door to the bathroom, looking in to find her good friend still looking worried as ever. “Did you pace a million times through here or what? I’m alive, just cold. Thankfully I don’t feel like the gum on someone’s shoe, though definitely a little trodden on,” she said lightly, moving to hang the wet town and her clothes up to dry before moving to the bedroom again to sit on her bed.

“Drake helped me here then he tore off for a quick fuck, that I don’t doubt,” she shrugged, pushing back a handful of lose hair strands that had made their way back into her face. She wasn't hiding the hurt she felt. Of all people, Jackson was probably the only one to understand. To preoccupy her hands and keep moving, Lulu tucked her long blond hair over her left shoulder, combed it with her fingers, and began to braid it.

“You look like you saw Beth or something,” she commented, looking at his rather pale pallor and still wide eyes. It concerned her to see him this way. It reminded her of how he'd looked when his father and Holly had died. He'd slipped just like she was slipping right then and there and that was not something she wanted for one of her only friends.

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Leonardo felt himself relax almost instantly, the second that Amy stepped forward, and wrapped herself into his arms. They had only been together for little over a week, but he hated himself for making her so angry; having her happy again, having her hugging him and touching him again was just elating. His world was so wrapped up with Amy now; his emotions were linked to her happiness, and having her happy... well, that made him happy too. When Amy's arms snaked up his own, coming to wrap around his neck, he moved to wrap his own arms around her waist, bringing her body as close to his as was possible. He just wanted to repeat his apology over and over again, to prove to her that he really was sorry for how he had behaved. He was already planning to apologize to Christopher as soon as he came upon the male again, and he was sure that would make Amy happier as well.

Leo listened to Amy's explanation of why she was angry; that it wasn't his jealousy that had upset her most, but it had been the way that he had treated her old friend. He smiled softly back down at his girlfriend as she looked up at him, and he brushed a stray strand of hair off of her face, his hand lingering upon her cheek for a moment as he did so. He couldn't really explain to her how he was feeling; that he just hadn't liked to see another man with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend, especially a man that he didn't know all too well. "I'll apologize to him, I promise." He whispered softly down to her, kissing her forehead to seal his promise. Guilt was plaguing at the male's chest, especially towards Christopher, and he would make sure that he fulfilled his promise, going to the male's room later on that day and apologizing to him profusely. He wouldn't be able to fully explain why he had acted so brashly towards the new male teacher, as that would reveal his and Amy's little secret, but he'd work something out.

However, then, Amy was burying her head into his chest, and three little words escaped her mouth. Three little words that Leo hadn't heard since he was living with his family in Sparta. Three words that he never expected anyone to say to him.

This was going to make it harder. Harder for the both of them. Leo knew that he loved her. He had loved her since that moment that he had accepted her as a teacher into his school, and she had been in his eye-line ever since. But now, saying it... The male's eyes widened as she spoke, and his arms slacked a little around her waist, however not fully letting go. It had been a week. Yes, it had been an amazing week, but it was only a week. If he said the words back to her, the immortal male was condemning her to a life of living with him, never aging, never dying, whilst she grew older, and weaker. If he spoke those words back to her, then he would have to sit there and watch her wither away in front of him, and have to live forever after without her, wandering alone with a broken heart. Was he to do that? Could he do that to her?

"Amy, I...." He started, shaking his head softly. He couldn't do that to her. He didn't want her to live a life like that; hating him as he never aged, whilst she did.

"I love you too."

Leo's heart won the battle over his brain, repeating the words back to her, before placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.

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Erin's primal side didn't like Drake. She had never liked Drake. Drake liked to stop her from coming from full power; usually by tying her up some way, stopping her from moving her arms, legs, and body. However, soon, she was pushed to the back of the consciousness, and Erin took over her own body once more. Then, Drake was in front of her, his shadows surrounding them, pushing everything else out of their space, focusing on just the two of them. Then, her hands were being bound behind her back, shadows pulling her wrists tightly together at her back. Erin was growing too tired to fight her inner demon any more, it was growing stronger and stronger every second and she was growing more and more scared.

The blonde was doing well, holding onto her sanity, her human consciousness, and she had Drake to thank for that. The male was already calming her down with his seductive words, but suddenly, shadows were clouding her eyes. The girl panicked for a moment, her inner beast rising to burst out through her worry, but then, Drake's hands were on her hip, his lips at her ear, and her inner demon instantly sank back down into her dark hole in Erin's mind. Holding onto her humanity was the key to her staying... un-beastly, and the one thing that every human had in common was their want, and their need, for physical contact, and intimacy - one thing Drake Quellen was extremely good at.

Erin's head lolled to the side as Drake trailed his lips up her neck, his hand slowly trailing it's way up her body, to stop at her breast. She was able to feel his lips against her skin turning into a smirk, a seductive smile that she knew all too well. Her body was already beginning to react to him, her shaking beginning to decrease, her mind starting to focus on his movements, his breath, his voice. A soft moan escaped her lips as his kisses reached the most sensitive part of her neck, just underneath her earlobe, and she ached her body, straining for contact against his. Something about Drake's movements kept her human. No-one else had ever been able to; just Drake. There was something about him that connected with Erin's human side, keeping her sane, and calm, and horny as hell.

"Drake...." She breathed to him, her voice still shaky and breathless, although a little clearer now than it had been five minutes ago. She leaned her head forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder as he continued to kiss her, kissing the small bit of skin that she could reach just by his collarbone. By that little touch, Drake would be able to feel that she was calming down, that she was staying human for the time being, and that she wanted him. "Make it go away, Drake..." Erin whispered against his neck, her lips dancing upon his skin as she spoke, "please... make it stop..."






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Once Jackson had gotten Lulu out of the freezing shower, she made her way out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. She needed her privacy, and he respected that, but the minutes passed so slowly. He wondered if she was okay, pacing the floor of the bathroom for her to call him back into her main bedroom. When the door opened of the bathroom, the male almost jumped out of his skin - he had been deep in thought, pacing backwards and forwards. Finding Lulu like that had shaken him up a little - she looked a lot worse than she had done earlier, and he felt terrible about her being alone. He had thought that he had seen Drake follow her, someone he knew wouldn't have left someone as close to his heart as Lulu alone in a state like this, so maybe he had just imagined the boy following her.

He followed her out of the bathroom into the bedroom, and sat down on the bed next to her. "Don't let me find you like that again, Lu." Jack shook his head softly, his Irish accent thick through his voice as the worry become more and more evident. He watched her expert fingers moving through her hair, pulling it around, creating a braid. He listened to her voice too, telling him that she hadn't been alone that day, and had been with Drake. But, the guy had gotten distracted, and had run off to, as Lulu put it, have a "quick fuck." Jackson moved closer to the girl, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer towards his body. She was still cold, slightly shaking. At least by having her so close to him, he could keep her warm. "Don't worry about that prick." Jack shook his head, his hand rubbing her shoulder gently. It was rare that a swear word escaped the lips of the reserved Irish man, but by leaving Lulu in such a state like that, Drake had annoyed him. He was going to have to speak to him about this later.

Jack hadn't realized that he was pale, so when Lulu told him that he looked like he had seen Beth, he frowned a little. "Yeah. Yeah, I did." His voice was quiet as he answered her, his mind flicking back to happier times, when he was with Beth, and Holly, and when everything was good. "She completely ignored me. Not even as much as a look. I'm not going to try and more, you know? I'm just going to leave it. If she wants to talk to me, that's fine, but I'm not going to make an effort again." He sighed, looking down at the pretty blonde in his arms.

"I've decided something." The male suddenly came out with after a few minutes of silence between the two of them. "Let's hold a party tonight. You can help me organize it and whatever. There's no point the two of us sitting here moping about Drake and Beth and whatever. Wanna get drunk?"

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Cor smirked at Chris’ comment to her words. “Do you, now?” She mused aloud, slowly approaching him. She was already in a better mood. Hell, this was free therapy. Thinking over her options, Cor wondered at which route to take with this one. She could scare him, she could maim him, or she could be nice and merely make him a little uneasy with her. She liked telling people from the beginning, that she was not one to be messed with. She had gotten Marinos off of her back, and Montgomery, well
 she knew she was his favourite. All the others were dealt with easily enough. She wasn’t worried in the slightest, because they knew her well enough not to mess with her. She was not above doing to teachers what she did to students who crossed her. Cor liked power, she likes abusing her power, and she was going to make sure everyone knew it in advance. Once he introduced himself, Cor found herself cocking an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over him once more. Well, he sure did look like a PE teacher. Yum on a stick, anyone?

Something, however, in his eyes caught her attention. He looked almost wary, like she was about to discover something he didn’t want her to. Ah well, that was his deal. She was not about to dig around. She wasn’t into that stuff. It was Amber and Drake’s deal. She was more direct by far. He interest was a bit more
 palpable than someone’s past.

With his following question regarding her having ideas for a club, she flashed him a sexy, daring little smile. Was he flirting with her? “Why, Mr. PE teacher, I do believe nicknames like these could lead a girl to think you were flirting.” She said, her voice smooth and teasing, her eyes running over his body once more, clearly telling him she wouldn’t mind if he was. Mostly because, if he wasn’t flirting, he was being patronizing, and well, if the latter was the case, he wasn’t going to be a teacher here for long, which would be too bad. One couldn’t have enough man-candy. She reached him then, stopping only a meter from him, casting another gorgeous smile his way; one full of promises. Problem was, it did not tell of which kind of intentions were behind it; only that there was more than just a smile to be considered. That’s when he asked her another question, and she laughed softly. “Moi?” She started, feigned innocence in her tone. Her tone went back to its flirty, more normal ways when she continued.

“Straight to the point.” She grinned, walking close to lean in and whisper by his ear, “I like that.” Once she leaned back, she tapped her lower lip pensively with her right index finger, watching him. “Name’s Corentine Quellen, gorgeous, but you can call me Cor.” With that, the blonde smiled another alluring smile, purring, “don’t tell me they didn’t warn you in advance.” So far, she had to admit she actually liked the guy. Although, she was certain that wouldn’t last for long. He was probably one of Leo’s old goodie-goodies. Didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun until then, though. Besides, it was not like she was tied to anyone. Jay was being a jerk. A hot, irresistible jerk, but a jerk nonetheless. She didn’t like how he’d changed since he’d been at Noctrem. She had wanted to find her former boyfriend in there, and part of him was definitely present, but
 he was different. It could only be expected, sure, but that didn’t mean she liked accepting it. Didn’t mean she accepted it at all, in fact.




Miss Amy Roerig

Amy instinctively leaned into Leo’s touch as his hand brushed her cheek, her eyelids fluttering closed. His hand was warm and soft, yet callused from his time as a Spartan warrior, and it called to her, calming her mind, spreading that same warmth through her body. For some reason, even the softest and gentlest contact between them, was enough to make her respond to him. He was calming her down so very expertly, but he couldn’t make the heat in the pit of her stomach go away; the heat that wanted something very different from a gentle caress. She ignored it, hoping it would go away. She didn’t want to cheapen the moment, so instead, the young brunette enjoyed the presence of her Leo alone. Her eyes slid open as he promised her he would apologize, and she couldn’t stop a little smile from coming onto her face. “Thank you,” she said quietly, loving him all the more. There was nothing sexier than a man who could admit to being wrong, and for Leo to apologize to the man he had just been so jealous of? She leaned up and kissed his lips in a warm, but brief kiss, telling him she forgave him completely.

After Amy had spoken those three words; words she had waited to tell him, she could feel Leo stiffen right before his arms loosened their hold on her, and his silence was like a dagger to her heart. She bit her lower lip, clenching him closer so that he wouldn’t be able to see the fear and worry in her eyes. Too soon, Amy. He’s not going to say it back. Idiot, it’s only been a week. Do you really think he could possibly love you like you do him? Honestly. He could have any woman. Why on earth would he ever promise himself to you like that? Doubts ran through her, her heart interpreting his silence in its own way, completely drowning out anything her mind would have had to say. He was so quiet, and she hated his arms had slackened around her, almost like she had completely shocked him. What was he thinking? Was he wondering how to go easy on her? She closed her eyes, her heart pounding rapidly. She couldn’t remember ever being this scared before. The thought of losing Leo was the most petrifying one she’d ever had.

Then he began talking, and her breath caught in her throat. She awaited his answer pensively, her arms hugging her Leo close. If she was going to lose him, she at least wanted him close and in her arms one last time. Gods, Amy, what the hell do you do this to yourself for, huh? She bit harder on her lip when he paused, her head spinning. He’s not going to say it back. She didn’t even realize how hard she was biting, until she tasted blood. But she didn’t care. She couldn’t make herself care, not even a little. Then he continued, words meeting her ears, without registering. She heard him, but she was unable to understand him. She was certain he had just broken up with him, and for a second there, she was close to crying. Until it hit her; what his words had meant and she finally took a deep, relieved breath, letting go of her bleeding lip. A sob rocked her body, her body coming out of a state of shock. Her head was swimming, her heartbeat slowly going back to a pace considered normal.

Her relief, however, was short-lived, because something else forced its way through her fog in her mind. He had hesitated, and though she didn’t know what, something was in his voice. She took another deep breath, finally relaxing her grip on him so that she could tilt her head up to look at his face, his eyes, the set of his lips. He wasn’t happy. She’d thought it’d make him smile. Instead, he looked so troubled, almost sad. She moved a hand up to cup his cheek, worry eating at her heart. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She said quietly, her voice soft and careful, violet eyes slightly widened. “What’s on your mind?” She didn’t like seeing him like this. Wasn’t telling each other “I love you” supposed to be a good kind of event? Was she missing something here? The young teacher searched the face of her boss and boyfriend, quietly looking for clues as to what was going on in his mind. She then sighed, her hand falling from his face. Her gaze fell to his shoulder, avoiding his eyes. “I thought...” she whispered then, before interrupting herself, “no
 nevermind.”




Drake Quellen

When Erin breathed his name, Drake chuckled softly, biting down on the lobe of her ear. “Mhmm?” He murmured in response, telling her he was listening. He could tell he was getting her back; that controlling her dark side was getting easier already. Her body was relaxing, the trembling slowly subsiding. So he kissed her neck, just below her ear; a place he knew Erin, and most women in general, was very sensitive. The moan greeting him, brought another smirk onto his lips. The hand on her back moved to rest on her hip, effectively wrapping his arm around her. He pulled her close just as her body ached for his. That was the thing about Erin; he didn’t need to figure out what she wanted, because her responsive body told him all he needed to know. Of course, one needed to know how to interpret her sometimes, but after such a long time, he liked to think of himself as an expert in how to please the pretty blonde. That was the thing about Drake. He was a selfish bastard, but with sex, he more than anything enjoyed bringing his partner pleasure. A lot less selfish than most other men.

When Erin leaned in to kiss his collarbone, Drake let his gaze sweep over her. He knew what it meant. They’d developed a quiet language after a while of this, and it made it a lot easier to calm her down. With her next whispers, the young man began backing Erin up against a tree, disintegrating the bind on her hands only to reposition her hands above her. Then the shadows clamped back down, restraining her once more. Drake might know how to handle himself, but Erin’s strength was not something to just be messed with, and she could get a couple of swings in before he’d have the time to react, so he remained calm, but careful. Maybe that was what set him apart; most men would be scared of her in this state. Drake felt no such thing; never had, and he thought maybe she responded to that. That maybe his calmness swept over her too.

“Not a problem,” he murmured in her ear, his voice deep and seductive. His body was pressing against hers, his hands slowly dancing down her arms which were above her head. His mouth kept busy too, continuing its task at her neck and ear, teasing, nibbling, kissing – adding little flicks of his tongue once in a while. The he meticulously but languidly undressed her, his movements slow and measured in every way. He let his fingers brush naked skin once in a while, teasing her with his touch; not lingering enough to relieve her of the pressure in any way. Instead, he kept right on building. Once he had her body completely bared before him, Drake really got to work.




Drake had taken his time with Erin, so once they were finished going about their business, over an hour had passed. Once they had both found release, he picked up his shirt and drew up his jeans. Only once his t-shirt was in place, did he slowly let the shadows release the blonde. He watched her quietly, his eyes studying her. She was still naked; he hadn’t bothered dressing her, mostly because he enjoyed watching women putting on clothes after sex, just as much as he enjoyed watching them taking it off before then. He wondered how she was doing; he couldn’t remember the last time she had been this far gone, and he had to admit he was curious what had tossed her over the edge like that. He had protected her back from scratching against the bark by making a soft cover of shadows between them, almost like a blanket covering the harsh wood. He had surprised himself a little by being thoughtful like that. Ah well, this was a fucked up day in general. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised, considering what had happened with Lulu too.

Fuck, Lulu. Once again, a wave of worry hit him. Was she okay? She had looked alright when he left her, and he'd made sure she had everything she needed. On that note, he began wondering what food to bring her. Something warm and soothing. Soup? Yeah, that sounded about right. He supposed.

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Jackson’s concern remained and Lulu couldn’t help but feel bad for making her friend worry. She knew he had more than enough on his plate, especially since the mother of his deceased child was now attending his school. She remembered how shocked and hurt he’d been when Beth had first arrived. Lulu hadn’t been at Arcana to help him initially – Noctrem had still been standing after all. She couldn’t stand to imagine what might be going on in his mind, seeing her and being reminded of quite literally everything that he was in many ways trying to put behind him.

"Don't let me find you like that again, Lu,” Jackson told her. The presence of his accent made her aware of the full force of his worry. She leaned her shoulder his into his neck as he sat down beside her. Across from them she could see the two of them in a mirror hung beside her bed. The sight was a little sorry looking. Lulu looked virtually blue in places, her skin still incredibly pale. Paired with that were her dark eyes and exhausted disposition. Her body was starting to ache and feel heavy. She couldn’t deny that the mattress she was sitting on was practically calling out to her. Sitting beside her, Jackson looked only slightly better. He had a tired look to him, paired with worry lines and a concerned frown. She didn’t like that she had made him upset.

“Drake helped me here then he tore off for a quick fuck, that I don’t doubt,” she shrugged, sitting upright to braid her wet hair. The fact that Jackson was watching her was not lost on her. "Don't worry about that prick,” Jack assured her. His words stung a little. She could have rebutted his remark but she chose not to. Drake had indeed pulled a douche move in leaving her for Erin. But in the same breath, he had helped her all the way from the men’s washroom floor to her room, something she doubted he would do for most anyone else. She was caught between loathing him for leaving her for sex and appreciating the help he had given.

“You look like you saw Beth or something,” she commented then, feeling it best to change the subject. Jack’s weak smile immediately turned into a frown. Even mentioning her name was difficult some days. She tried to make him less sensitive to it by bringing it up. At that moment she almost regretted it but her suspicions were confirmed when he answered.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did," he admitted. Lulu leaned back again him, bringing her right hand to rub his knee in consolation. "She completely ignored me. Not even as much as a look. I'm not going to try and more, you know? I'm just going to leave it. If she wants to talk to me, that's fine, but I'm not going to make an effort again."

“Well,” Lulu said, exhaling deeply as Jack sighed to himself. She looked at him directly then, leaning forward on the bed to look him in the eyes. “She doesn’t know what an excellent and loving man she’s missing out on,” she smiled, her eyes lowering to the floor momentarily as a shiver tore through her. Quiet seemed to fall between them. Lulu reached for the edge of the blanket behind her, pulling it so that she could wrap it around her shoulders. Because Jackson was sitting on the bed, it half covered him as she pulled the corners over her shoulders. As she settled, she watched him think. She was always amused to watch him while he processed. It seemed like you could see the gears turning.

"I've decided something!" Jackson announced, looking at her with a wry smile. Lulu leaned back so that she could square her shoulders to her friend and look at him directly. “What’s that dear sir?” she asked, speaking a mixed Irish and British accent. No matter how hard she tried, Lulu couldn’t sound like him.

"Let's hold a party tonight. You can help me organize it and whatever. There's no point the two of us sitting here moping about Drake and Beth and whatever. Wanna get drunk?" he asked. Lulu could see the mischievous glimmer behind his eyes. There was no doubt that Jackson was one of the best hosts. His parties had more than enough backing behind them. Lulu had been to enough of them to know that he had a way of getting what he wanted and throwing bashes that left people talking for months and asking when the next one would be. The prospect was both exciting and daunting, if only because her body was still reeling in it’s current state.

“I do need a drink,” she admitted, before moving to untuck one of her hands from the quilt. “But I desperately need to sleep. Corentine Quellen made it impossible for me to bear being in my hotel room these past few weeks. Now that my room is not sabotaged or vandalized, at least just yet, I’d like to sleep a little. If you don’t mind.”

She hoped he didn’t. Not that she would be opposed to him napping there with her. It wasn’t like they hadn’t before.

In the back of her mind, also, was Drake's suggestion that she needed to sleep. She knew she had to. The throbbing in her head and the ache in her body to just lie back was overwhelming. Her eyes were heavy and she could feel herself slumping forward with exhaustion. "Can I nap while you plan? You'll have to commandeer a room I'll bet, and woo the cafeteria ladies into providing food, organize a beer run. All that stuff you do so well," she asked, looking at him as she shivered slightly and stifled a yawn with a blanket covered hand.

No sooner had she finished talking than she did flop back on the back, rolling onto her side with the blankets at her chin. Her feet hung slightly off the edge of the bed but her knees were bent and Lulu found herself nearly in the fetal position. "Just a quick snooze, I promise," she murmured. With her head on the mattress, it was all the incentive she needed. She closed her eyes and felt at ease.

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Miss Amy Roerig

Nothing. The word rang out, such a ridiculously obvious lie she could barely stop herself from laughing hysterically. What wasn’t he telling her? His eyes flashed with a glint of guilt, and she looked up at him silently, hoping with all of her heart that he was going to talk to her. Just earlier this day, she had told him that a relationship between the two of them couldn’t work without communication; that you couldn’t just shut an issue down and pretend it wasn’t there anymore, just because you didn’t want it to be. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when the next set of words came tumbling out. She didn’t think she could handle any more problems today. This was all getting to be too much in one day. First arguing about their relationship, then Leo’s reaction to jealousy, and now this. This was supposed to have made everything better, not complicate them further; certainly not cause yet another issue for them to work through.

She began speaking, but she couldn’t get her tongue to form the words she wanted it to; couldn’t make herself say it, because saying it out loud made it more plausible; made it real. Her gaze had sunk to his shoulder now, avoiding the gray depths of his beautiful eyes. She just couldn’t look into his eyes right now, she couldn’t see that doubt mixing with guilt in his eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to breathe past the lump in her throat, but it was becoming harder. She didn’t like the way he was hesitating all the time, like what he was really thinking was going to hurt, and he was wondering how to smash her heart gently. She could feel her body starting to panic, and she was desperately trying to hold on to her dignity. The sound of his voice made her jump, her heartbeat picking up once more. This was it. This was the end of their relationship. He hadn’t meant it when he’d told her he loved her. He was pushing her away. Again. She had wanted too much from him too soon and now she was paying the prize. She felt sick, just like she had that morning.

Don’t think what? she thought, calming down a little. Some rational part of her brain was forcing its way into her thoughts, guiding her through this. What did he believe she had been thinking? Whatever he thought, he was probably right. She’d gone through a lot of possible panic-options. Currently she was forcing herself to calm down, rationalizing the way she often did, but her entire body stiffened once he told her he loved her
 with all of his heart. Her lips fell apart and she slowly moved her gaze back to his face, trying to absorb everything he was saying. Oh, her poor, damaged Leo. She shook her head, blinking several times as though still not quite comprehending what he was telling her. ”Do you really want to love
 me?” What did that mean? So many emotions were going through her, she had trouble discerning the meaning behind the words, and the nausea rolling through her was getting worse. She knew he was trying to tell her something, and it didn’t look like he was going to figure out how to tell her himself.

She sighed softly once he hung his head, her mind being rushed by impression. He
 didn’t think she should love him? What, did he
 did he not think himself worthy of love? Did he not think he needed that happiness? Was he trying to protect her from growing old alone, or himself from watching it? Maybe both? She couldn’t stop a soft, caring smile from taking over her features. “Oh, Leo
” she said softly, both her hands moving up to cup his face. She gently guiding his face up so that she could look into his eyes. She herself, was trying to get over the whirlwind that was her emotions, but right now she needed to inform her man that he wasn’t getting rid of her, especially not now that she knew without a doubt, that he loved her. “What are these silly thoughts going through your head?” She shook her head, warm and gentle smile still on her lips. “Baby, whether the words are spoken or not does not matter. Even if I didn’t tell you, I still love you. Still want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life.”

With that, Amy let her arms slide around his neck, her lips finding his cheek briefly. “Are you trying to tell me you shouldn’t have love in your life simply because you’re immortal?” She shook her head, her violet eyes capturing his mercilessly. “Leonardo Marinos, I love you. I’m not going to pretend that I don’t, just to spare myself or you pain in the future. You know why?” Her smile brightened just a touch as she looked at him, a determined look in her eyes, “Because I can assure you, we’ll make the time we have now worth it. Love isn’t painless, my darling. Not for anyone. And before you say anything, I can put your mind at ease, because I am not about to let you go through eternity without love.” She leaned in, smiling up at him. “Any objections?” Just as she finished the last word, she felt bile rise in the throat once more, and her eyes widened. “I need to
” she began, not able to finish the sentence. She clamped a hand over her mind to keep from vomiting on the floor. Instead, she ran as fast as she could into the small toilet attached to Leo’s office.

In a movement, the petite brunette was on her knees, head over the toilet. She gripped the sides of the toilet to keep herself steady as her puny breakfast left her stomach. Her body was shaking with every new round, and she had no idea what the hell was going on. Her hair was getting in the way too; she hadn’t had the time to get it out of the way. Gods, she was cramping so badly. It was just like it had been this morning, if not worse. What was wrong with her?




Drake Quellen

Drake had expected Erin to get up and dress herself once they had finished, him releasing her, but nope. Instead, the blonde had kept sitting there in a pile of leaves, her back leaning on the rough bark of the tree he had just fucked her against. And then, believe it or not, she had actually started crying. Drake was rarely surprised, being an expert on the behavior of others, but this was downright damned baffling. What the hell was going on today? He was caring, Lulu was a wreak, and hell, Erin was crying. Erin. Both his eyebrows shot up of their own accord, which in itself wasn’t something that happened a lot. But this
 well this had just thrown him completely off his game. Hell, he had no idea how to get by without his game! He was so used to not just being him, that he supposed he’d lost himself along the way, so right now he was just lost. Drake, gather yourself, man. What the hell is this? He shook his head sharply, regaining his usual façade once more.

Okay so, what did one do with a crying girl? Did he even give enough of a shit to do anything at all? Hell, maybe he should just
 call his sister or something? Cor’d take of it, right? He put his hands in his pockets, his eyes void of emotions as his mind breezed over his options and what he actually wanted to do with them. Hell, with his level of sappiness today he might just lift her up and ride off with her on a white horse headed for la la land. Before he had reached a conclusion, Erin shakily uttered his name and he cocked his head to the side slightly. What did she want with him? Erin was one of the few people who actually knew how much of an unfeeling dick he was, so she couldn’t possibly be expecting comfort
 right? He might just laugh if she did, and that was cruel, even for him. He didn’t like being cruel, it made him feel sick and dirty. Like he was becoming too much like his mother and sister; something he strived never to do.

Well, this certain is a day of surprises, Drake thought after Erin had spoken to him. What was with all the touchy-feely stuff? He thought maybe he was starting to hit his limit, feeling gradually more and more uncomfortable. And seeing Lulu wouldn’t help. Her puppy dog eyes were practically begging him to proclaim deep and undying love for her and then ride off into the sunset with her. Which
 was never going to happen. He might care about the girl to some extent, but if she wanted white knight and castles, she would have to look elsewhere. Maybe he should just stay away from people for the remainder of the day. He felt like a rubber band being stretched. He was going to snap sooner or later. Probably sooner. He sighed, his curiosity getting the best of him once more. Curiosity killed the Drake, he mused to himself, thinking it would probably be true some day. He moved to squat opposite her, watching her thoughtfully.

“Seems to me like you’ve already got people loving you, Erin,” he began, his voice soft and caring. Of course, it was a total act, but Drake was an excellent actor. Not even his sister, who had known him most of his life, could see through it. “You sound like you’re doomed to be alone forever, and you’re not. You just haven’t found the guy who’s going to calm your temper and handle your heart with care.” Drake shrugged, giving her a little smile, a smile one would wear when feeling sad but trying to cheer someone up. He then sighed, sinking down to sit properly in front of her. “Erin, what happened? This isn’t like you.”

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Jack couldn't bring himself to wake up Lulu. She looked so sick, yet so peaceful, curled up there under her blanket, her head snuggled into her pillow. She had literally fallen asleep before he had any time to reply to her, and he didn't want to disturb her by telling her that he was going to leave. So, he slowly raised himself up from the bed, making sure not to make a sound. He tiptoed around to the side of the bed, pulling gently on the corner of the blanket covering his friend properly, making sure it was draped over her bare side. Very gently, he brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from her face, reveling at her beauty. Why did he have such strange feelings for her? Lulu was his best female friend, the one girl that he trusted more than any other person, and she was totally infatuated with his other friend. He sighed, before moving back, making his way over to the door, and closing it quietly behind him.

It was a horrible position that he was in; having Lulu talk to him about her feelings for Drake, and having his own feelings for her? He was unnoticed in Lulu's eyes in a romantic sense, he knew that, but she was just always playing on his mind, always there. He knew that he'd never grow in her heart beyond being her friend, but some part of him would always keep wishing. There was no other girl that came close to her place in his heart. He obviously still had some sort of feelings for Beth, after what had happened between them in the past, but there was no way that she came close to Lulu in his heart. The male rubbed his hand across his face as he walked through the hallway, a sigh escaping his lips. He hated this. He needed something to take his mind off of Lulu, off of the feelings for her that had arisen once again upon seeing her.

So, party it was. He quickly pulled out his phone and sent a mass text out to everyone in the school, telling them that there was going to be a party tonight. Which meant, however, that he needed to organize everything. He changed his direction from walking nowhere to heading for the cafeteria, to talk to the Chef there about making a couple of buffet plates for tonight. She was a good friend of his, because he held so many parties, and always invited her and gave her free drinks, so she was always eager to help him out. However, on his way there, Jackson came across a girl leaning against the wall, sitting on the floor. He wasn't really close to Jessica Coleman, in fact, he couldn't really remember when he had spoken to her, but she looked upset, in a way.

"Hey, Jess?" Jackson cautiously walked towards the brunette on the floor, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Are you okay?"

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Corentine Quellen

When the new teacher informed her that flirting wasn’t „his thing“, she pouted theatrically, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. However, it soon turned into a grin with his next words. She could tell she was making him uneasy, which wasn’t all that surprising. She knew her entire demeanor had an air to it that made people uncomfortable. It was much like she was a predator and her prey instinctively knew it. Not that she minded. In fact, it was quite enjoyable. “I like to think so,” she mused aloud, “but then again, I’m sure Marinos just
 forgot.” She smirked then, giving him another once over. He wasn’t going to get out of this forest just yet. She had much more she needed to discuss with this new teacher, and it very much involved his previous patronizing of her. See, as it turned out, him telling her he wasn’t flirting, meant he was being condescending, and Cor really didn’t like that. In fact, she had tortured people for less.

With his next words about her school, her principal and about the annual sports tournament, Cor raised an eyebrow, her eyes assessing the handsome teacher before her. She let them wander from the rise and fall of his chest, to the pulse in his neck she knew just how to burst, stopping once her gaze fell on his facial features. His eyes had a new glint in them, he was standing a little taller, and his smile had just that touch of provocative teasing. She tilted her head slightly to the side, watching him silently, almost eerily so, her eyes intense and appraising. Her other eyebrow was cocked as well once he folded his arms across his chest, until a predatory smile grazed her lips. Oh, this one wanted to play, did he? Well, she couldn’t say she hated the cocky attitude, and Cor did quite like a bit of a challenge. Mostly because she always won in the end. That was the way of the world. What this blonde wanted, she got. Whether she had to procure it herself or not, and right now she very much wanted to show this guy who he was messing with.

“Ideally, yes he is. This pesky little fire, however, landed me in this dump,” she finally told him, her voice easy yet menacing at the same time, her eyes alight with amusement and purpose. “And I do believe using your powers in the tournament is considering wrong,” she taunted, putting a mocking tone on the word “wrong”. “At least, I assume that’s what you did. I mean, there must be a reason you’re a PE teacher, hm?” Her voice remained almost too soft; a tone that would give anyone chills to hear from Cor. Her lips curved into a wry smile next before her eyes glimmered for only the slightest of a second, a forceful wind slamming him into a nearby tree, hard enough to knock the wind out of his lungs. For now, Cor had decided not to maim him too badly. Oh, she could easily show him how painful going up against her could be, what with internal bleeding, suffocation, blisters and the works. Cor had spent a lot of time figuring out every little way to use her powers, and she meant business with them. She wasn’t big on mercy.

“Too bad that’s not going to help you against air manipulation. You were right to feel uncomfortable around me at first, love. Don’t. Ever. Patronize me. Again.“ Her eyes had a dangerous, sadistic glint in them now, as she finally let him see the real her; dropping the act entirely. Really, that was the only thing that had bothered her so far, oh, and the fact that he’d gone to Arcana. But she liked his cockyness, the competitiveness; she just didn’t like him thinking of her as a kid. She was 18 years old and pretty freaking rocking in PC class. Hell, even as a kid, anyone who ever patronized her in any way, was dealt with.




Drake Quellen

Erin’s negative view on the world right now, sort of surprised Drake. Her saying that there wasn’t a guy perfect for her out there was stupid. “Sure he does,” he said, not really sure whether he believed it himself. He couldn’t exactly be said to be a romantic, and he didn’t really care whether Erin found someone or not, so why was he even saying this shit? In spite of himself, he continued, sitting down in front of her, asking her what was wrong. He personally wrote it off as curiosity; pure, selfish curiosity, but a tiny part of him had grown to maybe not be completely indifferent towards her. Maybe that was what happened when he spent so much time with a person. However, he didn’t much care for the way she sometimes saw through him. No one besides her could do it, and even though she was alone in that club, he didn’t like its existence in itself. Another side effect to them spending so much time together. What the hell were even pros, here? Sex? Yeah. Great sex. To Drake, that kind of made it worth it. To a certain extent, in any case.

He cocked his head to the side a little once Erin let loose with what had gotten her so far out. He listened attentively until his sister was mentioned and he couldn’t help chuckling a little. He wasn’t trying to be mean, really, but since Erin knew Cor so well, he couldn’t help finding it amusing that Cor being Cor, had bothered her. “Erin, c’mon. You can’t possibly be upset with Cor for being herself. She’s always been, and will always be, a selfish bitch.” He shrugged, watching her a little while she put on her dress. “You shouldn’t take that personally.” He smiled a little, not entirely sure what to say about the topic of Keirol – which had never been mentioned to him before. He had figured that out on his own. Not like it wasn’t obvious with the way they had been staring at each other like little lovebirds, though. His eyes followed her as she moved around, now sitting next to him, and he instinctively put an arm around her. He figured she might need it, and hey, wasn’t that the whole point of his and Erin’s relationship? He got sex, and she got anger management. He figured this was part of it this time.

Even if he wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. In fact, Drake was secretly feeling very out of his comfort zone. He should have been long gone by now, so her question to him made sense. He glanced down at the blonde hair now half draped over his shoulder and shrugged, wondering at the answer himself. This was just a fucking weird day. That’s all the explanation he had. “Nah. She should be sleeping by now,” he simply said instead, thoughtful. Would he have to rethink himself completely? Caring about Lulu was one thing; he had felt something weird for her for a while now, but this – whatever it was – with Erin, was just too fucking weird. There had to be a limit somewhere, right? Hell if he knew. He sighed wearily. “Not like I give a shit, anyway. It’s just a part of my getting to fuck her; easy enough considering her feelings for me. I only need to blow at the flames a little.” He said almost matter-of-factly. Of course, he knew he was lying. Deep down he knew it, but he was kind of trying to convince himself of what he was saying, as much as he wanted to convince Erin. Even he knew it was a half-hearted attempt, though.

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It was pleasant to sleep soundly for once. Several weeks in the hotel had been unbearable, especially the past few. Corentine had somehow mangled the air conditioning unit in Lulu’s room. The first time she’d asked for the concierge to fix it but to no avail would it work. It wasn’t so much that the unit was broken but more that I seemed like Cor simply made the stupid thing blow hot air. She’d boiled, laying dazed in her bed sweating for nights on end. With curfew in place and strictly so, she hadn’t been allowed to leave her room or stay anywhere else. Luckily she’d been roomed by herself and no other poor girl had had to suffer with her. It had felt literally like she’d been in hell and now she was in a bed, in Arcana, cool and asleep. It was bliss and the moment she relaxed into the down comforter and memory foam mattress, her entire body just seemed to let go – even with her power hangover.

Lulu didn’t have time to think about Jackson though admittedly she felt bad for falling asleep on him in the middle of their conversation. As she fell into slumber, she was initially immobile but the dreams started on their own.

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There were balloons everywhere. Lulu knew that she had personally blown up and taped forty of them around the kitchen, living room and porch of the small three bedroom house. It was her 12th birthday after all and she had friends to impress. Plus, who didn’t love a good party? And who didn’t love to decorate? They were all over, pink and white and purple, her favorite colors. She didn’t have money from her allowance for helium so she’d made do with tape and dollar store balloons. The effect was heart warming to her however. It finally felt like her birthday as so many past years it hadn’t. She’d celebrated it on her own, receiving a card from her parents with some small sum of cash to spend. It was nothing compared to her brother Grey’s birthday parties that took up entire convention halls with their elaborate dĂ©cor. He was the favored child and Lulu knew that it was because of his powers. For a sixteen year old, four years her senior, he was more powerful than their father. He scared her – he always had. She had bruises on her back still from the last time he’d gotten angry, pinning her down while he exacted a psionic blast on her to such an extent that her nose had started bleeding and her ears had popped. He was horrible and her parents didn’t see it. But that didn’t matter. Today was her day and Grey was away at a friend’s house for the weekend.

Her parents were out getting groceries in town. Clinton Washington was more rural than city. With only 984 residents, there was only two grocery stores to frequent and Lulu knew that her parents favored one over the other on a Sunday as Mack’s received fresh produce while Mary-Lou’s didn’t. She didn’t know when they were going to be back but her friends were going to come within an hour.

Lulu found herself standing on a stool in the kitchen. She’d always been short. She was icing the cake she’d baked for herself – a Duncan Hines Devil’s Food Cake Mix. The frosting was Betty Crocker and everything had been on sale. Sal the cashier had been kind enough to give her a deal. He seemed to know the other side of Grey and thus what Lulu dealt with. He was a nice guy, eighteen years old. He’d given her his employee discount which on top of the sale had made the cake ingredients only a few dollars. She couldn’t help but smile as she used a spatula to cover the sides of the cake, turning the plate she’d set it on as she went, humming Britney Spears as she went. That song was so catchy.

The door opened and she heard it but paid it no mind at first. When she didn’t hear anyone speaking – as her parents so often babbled – she paused to turn. Immediately she dropped her spatula as her eyes connected with her brother. Grey stood at nearly six feet, his dusty blond hair cut well. He was dressed in a charcoal fitted dress shirt and dark boot cut jeans. He was the epidomy of a teenaged ken doll only his steely eyes were seething as he took in the kitchen. He was home early.

“What’s this?” he asked, his eyes narrowing on Lulu.

“It’s my birthday,” Lulu explained, her body shrinking back into the table.

“You don’t deserve a birthday,” Grey snarled. He stepped towards her and she couldn’t help but gasp, closing her eyes before looking at the floor to see that his shoes were slick with rain water – when wasn’t it raining in Washington. Slip, please slip, she thought. Sometimes when she wished for things to happen to him, they luckily did. And right then and there as Grey stepped forward, his foot skidded and his knee shot out. His body tumbled forward and immediately Lulu tried to run.

She stumbled off the stool, clawing for the door frame to heave herself into the next room. If she could get to the basement then she could lock the door from the inside and he’d never get to her. When her parents came home he’d have to leave her alone. He never pulled a stunt in front of them.

“You little rat!” he yelled. He was so athletic that it took next to nothing for him to correct himself. He ran after her, his legs carrying him right up to her in two strides. Lulu felt his hand grab her hair and immediately she turned rigid. Her thick blond pony tail was in his hand and torn back towards him. She was forced to follow, crying out in pain. “Grey please, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” she begged. Lulu felt the tears cold, her cheeks growing hot and flushed as he tossed her into the kitchen wall, pinning her to it with his hands which engulfed her shoulders. He stared down at her and as she closed her eyes and winced, she couldn’t avoid the blast of energy he sent through her mind, causing her head to feel like it was expanding with pressure. The blood rushed to her head with his psionic blast. Her heart rushed in her ears. The blood came from her nose almost immediately. He was so strong because of his rage.

“You are nothing, you stupid human. You’re powerless and weak like a rat. You’re useless!” he shouted, slamming her into the wall several times that one of the balloons she had taped to the wall tumbled from it. She cried hysterically in his hands, her mouth wide open as she gasped for air. Her body wanted to explode and it was all because of him. She hated him with every fiber of her being. He did this to her day after day, making her life more like hell than the heaven he lived. He got everything he wanted and he didn’t have to lift a finger. He was mommy and daddy’s prodigy, so powerful and taught that he was above humanity – he was better in his mind, a god if there ever was one on Earth. But Lulu knew he was rotten to the very core.

“I’m going to kill you,” he announced, his nostrils flaring. Those words made her eyes open wide. “Happy Birthday!”

Then suddenly it was on her face – the pink balloon that had fallen. The latex blocked her nose and mouth. She bit down on it right away as she began to suffocate and it popped loudly. Grey stepped back startled and Lulu gasped for air desperately. But her throat felt funny and she choked and coughed, her body still struggling for air. She’d swallowed a shred of latex and she could feel it in her throat, blocking her airway. Her face started to turn blue and she fell to the floor, clawing at her throat with her fingers. Grey stepped back, a wild grin on his features. A psychotic look took over his eyes and he laughed at her as she went down on her hands and knees, her head feeling light. She heard the kitchen door open but she was so focused on herself and the numb sensation coming over her body as she struggled for air. She moved quickly, opening her mouth and shoving her fingers down the back of her tongue. Her gag reflex triggered and she heaved, the latex shifting and suddenly as she puked onto the floor she could breath.

“Greyson! What’s going on?” she heard her mother say. Grey was facing them but as Lulu groveled for air, he turned to stare at her vehemently. “Lulu, my God,” her father yelled as he stepped inside, concern lacing his features. He stepped towards his daughter to held her stand, wiping her hair out of her eyes and looking into her colorless features. Both parents turned to look at Grey wide eyed. They had seen more than he thought, heard more that they wanted to know. And Lulu stood there hating him, anger boiling up inside her. Lulu’s mother looked at Grey, concern lacing her features. Lulu could almost read her mind – she was dismayed but worried that her son might be affected by nearly seeing his sister die. There was little focus on Lulu then and it made her seething. He got everything and he had just tried to murder her in their own house.

“I hate you!” she shouted. She stepped forward weakly, her entire body trembling with rage. It was all she could think about, how much she wanted him to suffer, to feel the shit hand she’d been given in life and to wallow in it. Grey looked at her and was suddenly startled. She didn’t know if he felt afflicted but she felt something leave her then. It was like all of her anger fused into some energetic will that she suddenly thrust upon him. She snapped her fingers then and Grey suddenly stepped back, falling away from her.


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She awoke with a start. Lulu sat upright in her bed, swallowing back the memory and finding that her hands were shaking. It wasn’t that she was cold – though a chill definitely rested within her – but the emotion was present. And she could tell that she needed food. Her eyes darted to a clock on Alli’s side of the room. It had been a few hours. While it wasn’t long enough it was only the afternoon. The last thing she needed was to sleep all day and find herself unable to sleep that night.

As she searched for the source of why she’d woken, she felt her phone buzz with a notification. She picked it up off the bed where she’d left it and scrolled through, opening the unread message:

TO: Lu <3

You're invited to the Start of the Year Party!

Where: The Grounds of the Academy
Time: Starting at 7:00 PM, ending at any time
Dress: Smart, but comfortable

There will be snacks and drink, but bring your own if you like something in particular!

P.S - You looked adorable sleeping so I left, hope you didn't mind. Couldn't bring myself to wake you <3

FROM: Jack <3


She was quick to type a reply, her fingers shakily working through the cold to text her best friend.

TO: Jackson

Just awake. Didn’t I tell you to leave and get ready for this shindig? Save me something Irish and strong. Going to need some warming up and something to take my mind of my shit luck. Let me know if I can help you with anything.

Thank you for letting me sleep BTW and for knocking some sense into me.

FROM: Lulu xxxooo

Tossing her phone onto the bed beside her, she sighed and flopped back into the mattress and mass of blankets that had become entangled around her. As if on cue her stomach growled. She wondered if Drake had enjoyed his escapades with Erin. It had been quite awhile. She couldn't help but dwell on what he was doing, wondering if they were still at it. The more she thought, the more she felt upset. More than anything, the more Drake rested on her mind the more aware she was of the fact that she was very alone.

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Jessica had been on the floor for a while when she heard footsteps. Brilliant, she'd been found. Honestly she wasn't in the most of secretive of places. However, the brunette was not in the mood to have any kind of conversation just yet. She hoped severally that the person approaching was... semi understanding of her as a person. If there was no understanding, this was going to be awkward.

It was then that Jess heard a voice that she'd seldom heard before. An Irish voice that wasn't Elijah's... The voice of Jackson Murphy. She knew nothing of the man that she guessed was standing in front of her. He had also seemed like a very reserved character since she'd arrived at Arcana. But rumor had it, he held the best parties around here. Well that was about to be challenged, Jess thought with a small smile.

She didn't hear any trace of being scared in the males voice as he spoke, and this derailed the girl some. Either he was naive to what she was like or he didn't care. The brunette severely hoped that it was latter reason. She gave a wry smile 'Jack, Bad day is all.' She said briskly, running her hand through her hand, wiping it from face. She then stood so that she get some dignity back from the situation the Irishman had found her in. She didn't know what it was, but she never wanted to be considered weak. This included to people that she barely knew, like Jackson. Yes this girl's mentality was fucked up.

'How's Lulu? Saw her run out of the assembly hall earlier, you guys are friends right?' She asked Jackson, turning her attention back to him. Jess hated to admit it but something about the male standing in front her was making her nervous. This confused her slightly. It wasn't his power, if anything he should be scared of her. Nevertheless, Jack's presence was making her nervous. She was determined not to let it show however, She was better than that.

It was then that Mo came bounding up to them. She seemed happy at first, then that emotion went on the decline. When she had finished, Jess's roomate looked worried and dam right depressed. Jess knew she had to act; alright her approach hadn't exactly been consistent when it came dealing with her friends however, that was Jess. Her moods changed like the wind. Or did they? She stared back at Jack. Did he have something to do with her feeling better? Surely not, Jackson was a gentleman... right?

Tearing her eyes away from the Irishman, Jess turned her attention back to Mo. 'Mo, what's say we all go back to my room and a have a chat, huh?' She asked the girl. She didn't know Mo that well, but she had a feeling that there was something she needed to get off her chest, or it was just going to brew over. 'All of us.' She added, making eye contact with Jackson once more. She gave a look that told him she was talking no excuses, she needed him to help her, even just for a little while.

As she pushed Mo in the direction of their shared bedroom; she turned back to Jackson, pulling herself closer to him so she could whisper in his ear. 'You and her have a closer relationship... she'll be more open if you're in the room... Plus,' She looked down at her phone where the text from Jack had just come through, announcing the party, 'I'm going to have a hard time have a good night if we don't cheer her up.' She gave Jack a small smile, before indicating he should follow her.

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Character Portrait: Lulu Allen Character Portrait: Corentine Storm Quellen Character Portrait: Erin Hawthorne Character Portrait: Leonardo Marinos Character Portrait: Jackson Murphy Character Portrait: Drake Mauri Quellen
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Leo could only nod when Amy said to him that she was going to check herself over. He had to admit that she was a little intrigued as to how her power actually worked on herself, as he had never seen her use it in that sense before. He had only ever seen her use her power on students, or on himself - seeing as he was so accident prone as of late. He sat there quietly as he watched her power arise from her, and the concentration on her face grew as she moved her hand downwards over her body. The male practically held his breath as he watched his brunette girlfriend's lips fall open, and the way she dropped her power in shock. He hoped it wasn't bad. Wished it wasn't bad. Wished more than anything in the universe that it wasn't bad, and that his Amy was going to be okay.

"What? What's wrong, Amy?" Leo's voice was merely a whisper as he looked into his beautiful Amy's eyes, his chocolate browns looking into her stunning violet orbs. He was confused as to what she was saying, about a doctor not being able to help them at all, that she was confused herself as to what was causing her sickness. He shook his head softly, signalling to her that he didn't really understand what she was saying; how could she not have been able to find what was wrong with her? That was her power, wasn't it? To be able to heal, and detect sickness in a person? So what could be affecting her if it wasn't medical? Could it be supernatural? A supernatural illness? Is that why a doctor couldn't be around to help? Now he was getting worried, working himself up.

However, the next words out of Amy's mouth turned his life upside down.

The immortal male practically froze in his position as Amy's words registered in his mind. She was pregnant. She was... carrying his child? No, that couldn't be possible. They had made love for the first time the night before - there was no way that this could happen. It shouldn't be possible. He was immortal, never changing - there should be no way that his... reproductive organs were even in working order, if they were frozen too, like the rest of his body. He didn't blink. He barely breathed. Frozen in fear, and shock, and panic. His eyes stared through hers, not registering that he was even looking at her. It was as if he was comatose, not there in mind, only in body. His mind was somewhere else, stuck in a panic. A baby? There was no way that he could look after a baby? He was barely getting used to the idea of a committed relationship with Amy, and now there was going to be a baby thrown in? He couldn't do that. He had never been good with babies. Ever. Babies and Leo just didn't mix. They usually cried when they were around him, threw up on him, peed on him - they didn't like him. The same thought was going around and around in Leo's mind, his eyes still vacantly staring forward, not moving, not speaking;

I can't do this....





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Erin was surprised by the way that Drake had wrapped his arm around her shoulder, but she wasn't going to push it away; in fact, it was oddly comforting, having someone that knew her actually listening to her for once. She knew that Drake was probably the worst person to talk to about the things that were upsetting her or angering her, seeing as he was a dickhead, and a player, but there really was no-one else that she felt closer to than him. Sure, she had Cor - her best friend and all, but the girl was a bitch; everyone knew that, including Erin - she was never around when she was needed, and like Drake had agreed anyway, she was selfish. The whole point of being best friends with someone was that you'd have someone to talk to, but that person just wasn't Cor.

"Yeah, I know she is." The blonde girl sighed, letting her eyes slide close. She was actually quite comfortable, relaxing there on Drake's shoulder. He had taken all of that anger out of her, all of the upset, and thrown it away wherever he usually did. Sex with him was for some reason, the only way she was able to calm down - sex with others hadn't worked, as she had tried to move herself away from his attachment once, but she had just ended up killing the guy, and going back to Drake crying, and with blood on her hands. She knew that she shouldn't trust him; Drake Quellen and trust were two things that you should never put together, but she just couldn't help it. She did trust him; she trusted him with her life, her power, her sanity, and her body. And now she was trusting him with her thoughts. Erin Hawthorne was travelling down a dangerous road, and she knew it, but she just couldn't stop. She .... liked him.

However, soon, the girl was smiling again softly, looking up at the male who was half-heartedly trying to convince her that all he wanted out of Lulu was a good fuck. "Drake honey, one - you care more about her than just getting into her pants. You can lie to most people, but surprisingly, not to me." This was what caused her to smile softly, shifting a little in her position so that her head was still resting on him, but so that she was able to see him easier. "And two - do you really think that she's going to be a good fuck? She's so.... awkward and.... annoying." The playful smirk on Erin's lips indicated that she was already feeling a little better. "She won't be as good as me, anyway." The smirk changed into a sultry grin, one that the blonde reserved for the male with whom she was sitting with, and she moved her head softly to press her lips to one of the sensitive spots on his neck, her teeth nipping the skin of his collarbone ever so slightly. The change in her tone had to make Drake feel a little more comfortable; he looked like he was feeling extremely out of his comfort zone and wanted to bolt.

Then, her phone buzzed, and she moved from her oh-so-comfortable position, moving to retrieve her phone from in her jacket pocket. "Ah, a party tonight; hosted by your buddy. Hey, with a few drinks in her, you never know - your plan may come to fruition tonight." The blonde joked to the male, that playful grin back on her lips once more.





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Jackson wasn't really sure why the girl was sitting in the hallway, and he was half-thinking of letting her be, and walking away, to go and sort out the rest of the things on his to-do list for the party tonight. But something about Jessica's position made the gentleman inside him wonder why she was there, and looking upset, and he came to the conclusion that he couldn't leave her in such a position alone. That he would have to stay with her until he was sure that she was okay, before moving on and carrying on with the rest of his day. He hadn't really spoken to Jessica before; he wasn't even sure what her power was. He believed it was something to do with her eyes, but powers didn't really bother him. He didn't care about being around Erin and her rage, and he didn't care about being around the girl who could take life with a touch. He saw through the powers, to the person inside - that was who mattered to him.

Jack nodded as she spoke, agreeing to her bad day statement. He was about to reply to her when she asked about Lulu - ah, yes. One of the small amounts of people who had the ability to make his day good or bad in a couple of words. An exasperated sigh escaped the male's lips as he leaned against the wall opposite her, crossing his arms over his chest. Jack looked down at her as he spoke, registering her. "She's all right, I suppose." His Irish drawl was completely obvious now, more than it usually was due to the amount of stress from the day. "She's sleeping right now - overworked her powers yesterday." He felt a little uncomfortable talking about his friend to someone that he didn't really know, but Jess seemed like a nice enough girl, and he would have felt bad if he hadn't answered her genuine sounding question.

However, before he could ask her more about her strange position on the floor, Morgan bounded up to them, happy as a bunny. He liked Morgan, treated her as a little sister of sorts. She wasn't really the sort of person that he usually associated himself with; hyperactive, a little dim-witted, but there was something about her that was so accessible, something that he wanted to protect. When her mood crashed in front of him, his eyebrows came together at the top of his forehead, confusion and a little bit of worry taking over his expression. It was then that Jess' words registered in his mind; that she was dragging him along to her's and Morgan's room, to talk. Really? Had she ever met him before? Or at least heard about him? He wasn't one for talking. There was something about talking he didn't like. But there was something in Jess' eyes that told Jack he was going to pay the price if he didn't go along with them; and seeing as he didn't know her power, that was a risk he wasn't going to take.

"Sure." He spoke, his voice slightly mumbled as he pushed himself away from the wall. The male tensed up ever so slightly when Jess came closer to him, and whispered in his ear about him being closer to Mo that she was. It wasn't as if there was something wrong with her; he just wasn't all that keen on people being that close to him when he didn't know them well enough. "I'm coming along. I'll do my best, okay?" Jackson forced a smile onto his lips as he looked down at the girl who was pressed against him. She was actually quite beautiful, he realized as he looked at her; her bright eyes, her curly, soft looking hair... He was then being pointed in the direction of the bedroom, and he grinned as he started to talk. "Okay, I'll cheer her up for you, okay beautiful?"

Before he carried on walking, Jackson quickly whipped out his phone, having felt it vibrate in his pocket. A soft smile appeared on his lips as he saw who the text was from, and a tapped back a response before dropping the phone back into it's previous position, and walking on.

To: Lu<3

I know, but I still felt bad leaving you alone in that state. That being said, you probably would have killed me for sitting there watching you sleep, wouldn't you? ;D

I'll be alright doing it on my own. Besides, I need you to rest up if you're going to have any fun tonight. You, me, and a bottle of JD sound good?

That's what I'm here for - sense-knocking.

At the moment, being dragged into a dorm room by Jess and Mo for "talking". Kill me now?

REST!

From: Your Jack<3

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With the fan blowing directly in his face, Jay kept his eyes penetrated to the ceiling not blinking once as the air dried out his eyes. By the look of things, you could easily tell that the guy was pissed, but the reason would be a little harder to figure out. It seemed that every time he found a good place with Cor she had to fuck things up. He just wanted her for himself, so why wouldn’t she fucking commit? The words echoed in his head over and over again until he finally blinked with the swift motion of his body sitting up. He let his elbows rest on his knees as he thought of every moment that they had spent together to past few weeks, and the second he mentions them becoming more than the whole “past-lovers, present-fuckers” she flips her shit. The contradiction in everything that she has said to him just made it want to give-up on her, but that’s something he could never do. Giving up on Cor was never an option, so why did the thought come so easily to mind when things like this happened? He assumed it was the space that had grown between them since he left Noctrem. He didn’t like to admit that space had come between them, but that was just stupidity if he didn’t accept the truth.

He knew he should go find Cor, but that was one of the last things he wanted right now. The yelling would probably just continue, so he decided on an option that hadn’t come to mind. Find somebody else. He didn’t realize at the time that this was what he was doing, but as he made his way out into the dormitory hall, his eyes began to wonder on the many girls that passed by him. With each lustful glance, Jay found himself on the hunt for something new. Cor had already made it perfectly clear that there was nothing he could do right now to make her his, so he knew there had to be some girl out there that would be happy by his side. Finding a girl would be the hard part though because he needs to find somebody strong enough to not be afraid of Cor, somebody that had enough backbone to stand their ground. That is when things started becoming a little tough because every girl he glanced at, he knew Cor would either kill her, or break her spirit within minutes.

Jay felt himself just wondering mindlessly at this point because there was nobody that had enough to stand up to Cor. Maybe that was what made him drawn to Cor. She would always ruin any good thing that came into his life, so why try to get away from her? He shook the thought off quickly because he knew that wasn’t the only reason he was with Cor. He was with Cor because he loved her more than any girl he had ever loved before. He wanted Cor in every way possible, so when she denied him he sunk into this state of mind of feeling trapped and helpless. He fucking hated the feeling, so that’s when he would go on these hunts. These hunts for girls that could satisfy him enough to want to be with him because that’s one thing he wanted. Somebody to want to be with him with ease. He didn’t want the complicated shit of having to beg somebody to be with him and only him. He needed somebody new and now.

It seemed he had been walking for hours on end just hunting for somebody that was good enough, strong enough to replace Cor. Circling the corner, he found himself back in the dormitory halls. With each step he would glance to his left and right, until his eyes finally found who he had always been looking for. Not Cor, but the perfect replacement that had somehow slipped his mind until his eyes fell on her. Lulu Allen. Anybody would admit that it was hard to miss her. She was absolutely stunning, and all he wanted to do right now was talk to her. He realized himself turning into the bitchy Arcana that somehow slipped out every once in a while, so he decide to give the door a slight knock before walking towards the beauty. He admits that he never really spoken to the girl due to Cor and himself being pretty serious back at Noctrem in all secrecy, but right now was as perfect time as any. “I’m assuming it’s fine that I come in.” He let out the smallest laugh before sitting down at her desk. Brushing his hand through his hair to get the sex out of it, he cleared his throat. “It’s been too long.” He cleared his throat as the dryness had already settled itself deep into the back of it. “How have you been, Miss Allen?” The nerves seemed to come out of nowhere, so he shook them away quickly with a flash of a smile towards the girl. “You are much prettier than I remember, so what is a girl like you doing all alone?"

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Corentine Quellen

Cor remained silent as the teacher in front of her spoke, and spoke, and then spoke some more. Gods, he really liked listening to himself, didn’t he? But then, she supposed all teachers did in one way or another. Then thing was, this guy was surprising her. A lot. He was actually standing up to her, which she supposed was due to the anger and hate she could see in his eyes, and hear in his voice, and she wasn’t sure whether she was more impressed or pissed off by it. Fact of the matter was, this guy had no clue what was good for him, and it made her wonder if he was too stupid or too prideful to back down. Looking at him, though, she soon realized that his pride made him foolish. So typically male of him. He knew he could do nothing to defend himself against her, yet he continued digging his own grave. Unbelievable. The fact that he was also full of shit, was not lost on her. Had he ever listened in history class? Every successful leader ruled with fear. And it had always worked for her, too. He had no clue what the hell he was on about, this guy. And he thought he could teach her shit?

Like, oh, say, respect. Because she had so much reason to respect him, did she? She smiled wryly, looking him over. Her eyes were cold, promising retribution from his words. She cocked her eyebrows when he spoke to her about him having some kind of influence on her future. It was as ridiculous as it was astounding. See, this was why she taught people not to mess with her from the beginning; so that they didn’t get themselves into trouble with her unknowingly, but it seemed this new teacher had need of a more extensive lesson. Which really wasn’t a problem. At all. She crossed her arms casually, watching him still, eyes eerily piercing. Then he actually began walking away. He actually turned his back on her. Silly thing to do. Very silly. Turning your back on Corentine Quellen bordered on suicide, especially considering his previous words. She frowned slightly as he spoke again. Her mind had just started going over how to punish his foolishness, but was given pause when he turned towards her with a grin on his face. He had no idea how much pain he was about to experience.

Eyes narrowing immediately, Cor lashed out, strong wind tossing Chris 10 meters deeper into the forest, hitting several trees hard on her way, earning him both scrapes and bruises. Until he was finally pinned against a big, broad tree, the wind once more knocked completely out of him. Core quietly, slowly stalked towards him, her eyes dead set on him. Blades of wind began lashing at his skin; arms, chest, stomach, thighs, causing blood to ooze, and pain to set in. All the while, Cor walked calmly, eyes still narrowed on him. This was only the beginning. She continued cutting him up. The cuts weren’t deep, but there were many of them, and would feel much like lashes of a whip. What really managed to irritate her, was the fact that this gave her no satisfaction. Instead, she found herself thinking of Jay, wanting to be touching him instead. Sure, she had come out here pissed at him, but now she just wanted back in his arms, instead of wasting her time torturing his fuck. Besides, she also needed to text Erin, and figure out why the girl hadn’t texted her yet. It was a tad worrisome.

“Listen up, because I’m only going to say this once,” she told him, voice hard and unbending as steel, finally stopping the constant wind-whipping. She squatted down before him. She knew he was in a whole lot of pain right now, but she didn’t care. Didn’t even enjoy it, in fact. Actually, she only felt indifferent. Bordering on bored. “Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not your typical student. You want my respect, you earn it, baby, and just then, all you did was convince me that you’re either incredibly stupid, a masochist, or some idiot with a death wish. Neither of these options inspire a lot of respect in me, you see.” She looked him over, assessing the damage. It would have to do for now. “Now, I could easily spend hours torturing you. In fact, I’d usually enjoy it quite a bit, but I have better things to do today, so I guess you’ve lucked out.” With that, the blonde got up, tilting her head slightly, cold eyes studying his face. “I can assure you that won’t be the case next time.”

Corentine took a few steps back before smirking. “Oh, and don’t bleed too much on the forest floor - it attracts so very many insects.”




Drake Quellen

Well, at least he’d got her smiling. That was all the positive stuff Drake could come up with presently. Why? Because Erin was totally calling his bluff, and he hated it. He felt annoyingly much like the joke was on him for once, and it was a disgusting feeling. How did other people live with it on a daily basis? This was the first time Drake had experienced it, and it was awful. Not that that was going to stop him from doing it to others in the future. Especially since they hardly ever registered how he was merely using them for his own entertainment. It was a part of Drake few people knew existed, really. Erin was one of them. Generally, Erin knew him a lot better than most people, and the thing was, he thought they were both closer to each other than either of them wanted to be. Because due to Erin knowing him, she also knew precisely how stupid getting involved with him, not to say trusting him, was. She knew how much of a cold, indifferent, calculating, selfish bastard he really was. Well, that was how he normally was. Every day but this day. This day was a piece of shit.

He smiled wryly as she moved and his gaze caught on her once more. Blond hair, blue eyes, smooth, light skin. He didn’t say anything in reply to her former words, because she was right, and he didn’t need to tell her that. She already knew. When she compared herself and Lulu, Drake laughed, feeling a lot better immediately. Erin had changed the air of the conversation, which was quite relieving. They were back to the more flirtatious tone again. A place he felt comfortable with any woman. He was about to reply when her lips were suddenly on his skin, and he raised an eyebrow, smiling wryly. “That’s not a fair comparison,” he teased, moving a hand up her thigh, while he pulled her closer with the arm around her, “you’ve got experience with what I like.” Her teeth then nipped his skin and he chuckled, his voice deep and masculine. All sex and seduction. “Like that,” he commented. “It’s an unfair advantage, Erin.” His voice was husky and teasing, a heady mixture very defining of the male. He was about to move them both down to lie on the forest floor, planning on a second round, when her phone buzzed and she moved.

He could feel his own buzzing too and pulled it out, checking the text just as Erin spoke. He felt a wry smile come onto his lips. For some reason, his and Jack’s nicknames to each other were still oddly amusing to Drake. They were so gay, it was ridiculous. “Jackie-boy” and “Drakey-poo”. Yeah, not really what any of them introduced themselves by, but during this past month, the two of them had actually grown surprisingly close. Well, as close as two somewhat distanced guys could get in a month. He smirked at Erin, putting his phone back in his pocket before he gripped her ankles and pulled her over to him, not saying a words until he leaning over her, his torso hoisted above her, kept up by the hands he had on each side of her head as he had forced her onto her back. “I’m offended you think I need to resort to cheap tricks,” he teased, his mouth moving down to nibble on her earlobe and the sensitive skin on her neck. “C’mon,” he murmured huskily into her ear, his warm breath dancing over the soft skin, “I’m better than that.”




Miss Amy Roerig

At first, when Leo froze, Amy bit her lower lip, nervous but not all that scared. It was only natural for him to be surprised. Hell, she had been just a moment ago. In fact, she had yet to get over the shock, and she felt an extreme need to call her mother. Problem was, she hadn’t even told her mother about herself and Leo, not wanting answer the avalanche of following questions, so if she was to talk about pregnancy, she’d have to throw her mum not one, but two bombs. And she didn’t know if any of them could handle that. Especially not considered how Leo was staring right through her, his eyes vacant, like there was no one home. His body was empty of Leo, and she didn’t like it. Shock was normal, she supposed, and she could deal with that, but this was new. She had never seen her Leo like this. Ever. And it was honestly starting to worry her. Why wasn’t he saying anything? He wasn’t even moving. No, he was just sitting there, an empty carcass, eyes void of anything.

She looked at him, her eyes wide and scared. This wasn’t normal, was it? What was he doing? What did this mean? Was he panicking? Oh gods, please don’t let him be panicking. The young nurse had no idea what to do right now. She was pretty out of it herself, so how was she supposed to calm Leo down? Amy didn’t even realize how her breathing pattern was speeding up, her heart pumping faster. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Calm yourself, Amy. Do what you’re best at. Focus on something else. Focus on calming Leo. Focus on getting him back. She slowly forced herself to breathe slowly, willing her heart to slow down, adrenaline leaving her body again. Gods, this had been one eventful day, hadn’t it? She wondered how the baby was responding to her stress levels. The baby. She wondered if she’d be able to tell if it was male or female soon. This pregnancy was weird, so it was hard to know anything, really. Gods, what was she even thinking? Could she keep it? She interrupted that line of thought immediately, reminding herself that she needed to stay calm.

Amy took another deep breath, steeling herself before she opened her eyes, looking up at her statue of a boyfriend. “Leo,” she said quietly, carefully. “Please say something.” She scooted closer, warily and oh so gently taking his hand in both of hers, her fingers daintily caressing the back of it. Her violet eyes were wide, still showing the worry coursing through her. What was she going to do here? “Please?” She then begged him, voice choked with unshed tears of panic and worry for him. “I know it’s weird
 and
 and none of it makes sense, but I can’t do this alone.” Her one hand was then gently placed on his cheek, hoping that the touch would calm him the way it usually did. “Baby, come back to me.” Her voice was soft and low, but her eyes were focused intently on his, vigilantly watching for any sign of life. She didn’t like his eyes to dead. They were usually so filled with light. Usually, they were filled with Leo. With his warmth and love for her. She didn’t recognize this, and like all other humans, Amy feared the unknown. This was unchartered territory in every way. For both of them.

She loved him more than anything, and she was going to be with him no matter what, but she didn’t know what she’d do if he asked her to remove the baby. Would he do that? She hoped not. Yet, at the same time, she couldn’t force him to watch his child grow old and die before him. She didn’t want him going through that. In her mind, there was no question that Leo would be a wonderful father, so that was in no way even a subject. The only thing worrying here were the repercussions in the future. She hadn’t even wondered if she herself wanted a baby. Her mind hadn’t had the time to think of that.

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Addison clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and she slung her guitar strap around her shoulder and she places her cigarettes in her back pocket. She strolls through the campus, seeing some people. Addison cracked her neck to the side and she started daydreaming slightly as she walked, her eyes drifting towards the woods. She wondered where Jadey was, or Cor...

Or Jaysin...

The brunette shakes her head violently.

How pathetic could she get? She was like a school girl oogling over their crush, she bites the inside of her cheek, trying to keep the mushy disgusting thoughts out of her head. She walks to her room, placing her guitar in the case and she opens the window a slight bit, staring out of it for a moment, her thoughts wandering back to Jaysin. Jaysin...

No... She shakes her head, turning away from the window, Not okay. She storms out of the room, locking it up and she walks back down the hallway, cursing herself for letting petty thoughts get into her head. It always seemed that way though, she had never really thought about anyone really in THAT way, besides maybe a select few...

"Whatever." She mutters under her breath, clearly frustrated with herself. She swings the door open to go sit outside again and she flicks a blunt -- which was neatly packed away in her cigarette carton -- and lights up, and begins walking down into the forest.

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There wasn’t even a tick of a clock pervading the room. Lulu’s eyes once again scanned the walls. Her roommate was tidy, a good sign at least. She had seen the double rooms at Noctrem and been mystified not only by the sheer amount of mess but the smell. She liked a clean and orderly space so long as she was free to live in it. There had been enough stories about the germaphobes and clean freaks. She hoped that Ali would be somewhere in between. When finals and tests and midterms rolled around, the last thing she wanted was to be harassed about a pile of dirty clothes and the huge amount of paper and books that tended to become strewn around everywhere.

Lulu sighed, her shoulders slacking. She had to admit that her bed was comfortable, a nice change from the hard mattress she’d had in the hotel or even in Noctrem. It was bigger too. To that extent she stretched her toes, flexing her feet and rolling over onto her side. As she closed her eyes, her cellphone vibrated again next to her. Grunting, she slapped her hand out for it, bringing it up to her face while trying to keep her shoulders covered by the duvet.

Text: To: Lu<3

I know, but I still felt bad leaving you alone in that state. That being said, you probably would have killed me for sitting there watching you sleep, wouldn't you? ;D

I'll be alright doing it on my own. Besides, I need you to rest up if you're going to have any fun tonight. You, me, and a bottle of JD sound good?

That's what I'm here for - sense-knocking.

At the moment, being dragged into a dorm room by Jess and Mo for "talking". Kill me now?

REST!

From: Your Jack<3


She raised an eyebrow at the screen, snorting her surprise. Since when did Jessica and Morgan have a thing for Jackson? She wasn’t extremely familiar with the two girls but that said, she had never known them to be close to Jack. He’d certainly never said anything. She was quick to reply.

She was halfway through her response when the door to the room slid open. It appeared that in Jack’s efforts to slip out quietly he hadn’t actually shut it properly. As it swiveled she heard a slight knock on the doorframe. Her heart leapt into her throat immediately. Lulu sat upright, running a hand through her hair and shifting in the bed to arch her back. “Come in?” she said aloud, questioning what she was doing. She had spent the past few hours completely hating herself for liking Drake, for falling into his trap. And here she was completely brushing that aside. He was back.

And then he wasn’t.
Now that disappointment was consuming.

The door swung open and Jaysin Dennis of all people stepped in, his stride confident as his eyes immediately landed on her. As he closed the door behind him, she shifted the comforter immediately, pulling her covers up over her chest, even though she was fully dressed. She leaned forward and brought her knees up to her chest. She quickly finished her text and sent it, her eyes only momentarily darting from Jay to the screen of her phone.

“I’m assuming it’s fine that I come in,” he announced, chuckling lightly to himself as she nodded, letting her fingers slide across the keyboard of her blackberry and sending her response as quick as she could.

To: Jack
Most men would be praising the heavens – locked in a room with two women? Sounds like you might be in for a threesome.

PS. Jaysin Dennis just walked into my room. Don’t think I’ll be sleeping.
From: Lulu xxoo

As he sat down on the chair by her desk, Lulu found herself eye level with him. He was directly across from her and she couldn’t deny that he was incredibly sexy. As he pushed his hand through his hair, she found herself wrapping her arms around her knees. She turned her head to face him, tilting it slightly. She knew that he had gone to Noctrem. She had met him shortly after she’d arrived and found him incredibly intimidating. He’d been in control of his power, able to make clones of himself at an alarming rate. And they were nothing like the clones from movies. They were solid copies of himself, more than capable of doing
whatever. Right then she still felt
defensive. She didn’t really know him. And he had quite an attitude. And then he’d left for some reason or other – she wasn’t sure. It was no surprise that he was now at Arcana really – he had powers and he needed to go to school. Seeing him around the school had been a minor surprise when all the Noctrem students had first arrived for classes. Now he was just there.

“It’s been too long,” Jay told her, breaking her thoughts on him. Lulu swallowed as he cleared his throat, biting her lower lip. She really wasn’t sure what to say. He was still so
.attractive. But he wasn’t like Drake. He didn’t have that brooding stare. He was blond as well, lacking in that dark charm. He looked more like a prince charming than the guy she’d come to fall for.

“How have you been, Miss Allen?” he asked her, his lips pulling into a warm smile. But it wasn’t Drake’s smirk. Lulu could only weakly return the gesture. “You are much prettier than I remember, so what is a girl like you doing all alone?"

“I got sexiled,” she blurted out, her eyes shifting to look at the floor as she laughed at herself and shifted so that she could lean into her headboard and the wall. “I had a major power hangover this morning from pushing my powers. And I made the mistake of using them again this morning to help some kid. Broke a guy’s nose with a door but got really sick. Was carried back here by Drake and left because,” and here she paused in her rant to lift her hands to make air quotes, “Erin needed him.”

She looked at Jay, shaking her head at herself. “Jack dropped by but I fell asleep so he left to plan a party only apparently he’s now cornered in a room with Morgan and Jessica.”

She paused and wrapped her arms around her chest, looking at him, licking her lips and wondering about him. Jay was kind of like a mystery to her. He had few friends but she had seen him once or twice around Cor. And if you hung around Corentine and weren’t subsequently on the floor, you were kind of her friend. But talking to him was surprisingly easy.

“So that was my morning, and how I got here alone,” she told him matter of factly. “Now why on earth are you here?”


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Katia was quick to walk up to the secretary. No students seemed to be bothering the woman. She leaned over the counter, expecting a quick reply only the woman stared straight into her computer screen.

"Excuse me," she asked then, leaned back and tapping her nails absently on the counter. The blond turned to stare at her with narrowed eyes. It only took an instant for her to look at Katia with such a glance before the brunette turned seething. Her eyes narrowed and her smile dropped into a frown. She looked sternly at her. It was a look she had long perfected. With it came a forceful and intimidating air. She watched the woman shrink back into her seat. "Can I help you?" the secretary asked shortly, her words clipped as she tried to remain composed. "I'm looking for Leonardo Marinos. I'm the new hire, or one of them," Katia replied. The blond looked down at her notes before responding. "He's in his office but I believe he's not alone."

"Was that so hard?" Katia snapped, standing upright and shaking her head as she walked away, her stride forceful and emphasizing the click of her heeled boots. She straightened her outfit as she approached his office, knowing where it was. She'd been there before of course. She knocked on the door, finding it closed. She could hear the hum of voices beyond. "Leo, it's Katia," she announced, leaning into the wall and putting a hand on her hip with a sigh.

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Jaysin Dennis


The way the girl changed her position by his presence made his smirk appear more obvious as he twirled around in the desk chair several times until he had finally controlled his reaction. “You seriously got ‘sexiled’.” The chuckled he let out was more out of word she had used rather than what it had meant. “Never heard that one before, I’ll definitely have to use that one sometime.” He watched her position shift again as her words began to spill out like a dam. ”I had a major power hangover this morning from pushing my powers, and I made the mistake of using them again this morning to help some kid. Broke a guy’s nose with a guy’s nose, but got really sick. Was carried back here by Drake, and left because ‘Erin needed him’.” His expression hardened at the similar instance he found himself in. Cor had her fuck-buddies all around campus, so the situation was too similar to joke about. Finding his hand swiping through his hair again, he rolled his eyes. “People and their fuck-buddies bug the shit out of me.” His jaw had clenched as he glance up at her. “I would say he’s not worth the time, but I’m not really in the position to say that.”

With the tension in his body rising, Jay found his thoughts trailing off to Cor and the multiple people she had slept with on campus. The frustration would have built more if Lulu hadn’t began to speak again. ”..he left to plan a party only apparently he’s now cornered in a room with Morgan and Jessica.” Jack was the only one he knew that was throwing a party tonight, so he assumed that was who she was talking about. He really needed to stop letting Cor flood his mind so much. “Two girls and one guy? Lucky bastard.” He joked as he leaned back into the chair, letting himself become more comfortable in the girl’s presence. He met the girl’s stare as her eyes fell onto him, smirking as he wanted to know the girl’s thought about him. Bringing up his foot to rest upon the opposite knee, he let his arms cross against his chest as he just smiled until the girl began speaking again. ”So that was my morning, and how I got here alone. Now why on Earth are you here?”

Shaking his head at the girl, Jay gave her a look with the faintest hint of a smile. “My morning was fantastic!” He threw his hands in the air as he allowed his foot to kick him around in another circle. “The best morning ever!” His sarcasm was very obvious as he finally stopped the spinning chair, letting both feet his the ground. “Cor’s a bitch.” The phrase so easily rolled off his tongue that he found himself wanting to repeat it again and again. “She doesn’t want to be with just me, but the second I go looking for someone else
” He brought up his hands like paws. “The claws come up.” He smirked at the girl, as he allowed himself to scoot closer to the bed. “If she knew I was in here, she would flip her shit and kill us both.” He laughed at the idea, but knew that it was a possibility. “I am at the point in time, where I want to fuck just one person. I’ve had the fun of having many partners, but now I just want one. Just one girl. Just one person to love, but Cor is still in the slut-stage of fucking for fun..” His words trailed off at he found his voice getting deeper. “I always hated girls that fucked for fun, but who knew I’d love one that does. The irony I dare say, the fucking irony.”

Glancing at the clock on Lulu’s wall, Jay figured Cor would already be on her way back to make-up. For once since Cor arrived at Arcana, he hoped Cor wouldn’t find him. Glancing at Lulu’s door, he took a swift step to the door, locking it before asking the girl for permission. “That’s for our safety. I’m not trying to be the biggest creep in the history of creeps. I just need some place to hide.” Sitting back down at the desk, he looked the girl over before finally asking. “Why do so many girls like Drake? What is it about the guy that so many girls want to be his only girl? Because I’d love to take some pointers.” He scooted closer to the bed, letting a foot prop against it. “Better yet. Tell me what about a guy makes you want to commit to him.”