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Elia Desi

"Is school almost over?"

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a character in “When Teenagers Collide.”, as played by Tarnished_Gold

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[Name: Elia Desi

Appearance:
Shaggy messy light brown hair, dark brown eyes, white skin, full lips.
As a werewolf he is seven feet tall with thick thin layer of dark brown fur. Piercing blue eyes.

Race(explain what makes them that race):Werewolf, can become a raging beast at any moment.

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Bio: Elia just doesn't care. Life is nothing but living, and nothing more. He is beginning to try new things, like going to a whole new realm! He becomes bored with people very quickly, he gets what he can and then leaves. But he has a soft spot for some.

History: Elia has a memory blocked. He changed into the wild beast within him so much he basicaly lived in that form, having done so he has no real memory of anything. How he has the top five highest scores in Earthin, is hard to explain.

Year: Tenth.

What do they always carry: Nothing, Elia grew up nothing was worth holding onto because something will always make it go away, mainly yourself.

So begins...

Elia Desi's Story

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"It's damn bright in here!" His voice roared as the humans ran, in fear.
Fear was such a petty emotion, there was so many other great feelings, but humans always wasted them on fear. That is why their world was so disgusting.
When it was brought up, if he wanted to go to another world, it was spoke as if it was beautiful, full of life, higher thinking, but it seemed it was all lies. It was just a pathetic excuse to watch chaos unfold. Though watching the other creatures try to blend in, as though they were accepted, did make Elia laugh to himself.
But as he got closer to the classrooms, he noticed three beautiful girls, so innocent and fragile, like paper. He began to grow interested in them, so as he roared to get all the other wastes of space, he caught their attention.
He was cool and collect, walking smoothly towards them, a fairy, and two other beautiful mysteries. A cigaret hung off his full lips, a lighter was being brought to Newport, when a shadow over came here, and a small hand smacked the cigaret out of his mouth before it was lit.
"What's your problem?!" Elia was annoyed, and noticed he was under an umbrella with a short girl.
"My problem is you. Are you just looking for trouble? Because now you have it!" Her voice was low and harsh, not lady like at all.
The girl held on to the illegal content and squashed it in her hand. "Learn to be smart." She spoke the last part as she began to walk away.
Elia had a large blush across his face, the teenage hormones were setting in, having to want to impress girls of all kinds, without looking like he was trying to impress them, his pride died by a weird girl. And as the pride decade Elia ran full blast at the girl, losing control.

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What's it called? That thing that people feel when they think something is going to happen? You know, that feeling that just makes you feel on the edge? Like something is going to happen? Well, that's how Avry felt as she walked around with her pencil in her back pocket and her arms wrapped around her notebook that she was holding to her chest. Her tail was behind her twitching up a storm and her beanie was over her head covering the raccoon ears she loathed. Some would tell her she could just shift slightly to hide the things, but Avry felt like that was too...what's the word? Fake. She felt like it wouldn't be true to herself at all and she hated feeling like that.

As Avry walked around the creatures that are students attending this school, she saw a group of kids surrounding some guy that was vomiting. She shook her head at the sight, but watched from the distance to see what would happen. Not much did happen, just a dark skinned girl walked up and helped the boy. And just as quickly as the group was made, they disbanded and went their separate ways.

As if by clockwork, an other group of kids were surrounding yet an other guy. The guy was obviously pissed off for what ever reason and was yelling something. Avry laughed as she thought to herself "He's probably saying stuff like 'Don't make me angry! You wont like me when I'm angry!'" The boy then started to turn. His back arched with a blood gurgling scream from himself as his head grew fur all over it. As this happened, his shirt began to rip as his muscular structure grew greatly. His pants ripped and a tail popped through the back. The book-bag the boy was holding broke and fell to the ground. Before anyone knew it, there was a werewolf in their presence.

The now werewolf growled and howled. He destroyed stuff and ripped peoples bags as he tried reaching for there necks. Eventually, he turned back revealing the same boy from before with a more confused look on his face than before. He walked back over to his bag and put on new pants and a new shirt. Avry walked over to the boy and said, with an admiring smile "Hi, I'm Avry."

Meanwhile, a mysterious girl grabbed a Kelren by the wings and gave her a little...flying advice. Though Duine didn't like the idea of someone holding her wings, she took the pointers the girl had given her. Little out a soft "Okay", she was let go and listened to the rest of what the girl was saying. Then, when she finally introduced herself as Annettia, the other unicorn girl said her name was Fiona. Then, though it was quietly, Duine said "Duine Beag" and continued to hover. Then watched a werewolf with interest.

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Annette could tell that the girl was far more interested in Jurehak then she was in speaking with her. Although it hurt only a bit, she was more then used to having others preferred over her as company, and even though that boy was, indeed, a Jurehak, it wasn't as though the two could not be destined to become friends. If only she could predict the future ... That would be amazing, at least in her mind.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Duine. Perhaps if you go after the boy, Fiona, he will be more then willing to help you. So, if you insist ..." she stepped to the side, motioning with her arm for Fiona to follow him, "For, although I am more then willing to assist you, I haven't a clue as to where anything is at," she shrugged. With a slight wave at the two girls, she turned on her heel, not a clue as to where she was heading.

She stopped mid-step, however, when she spotted yet another disagreement between two obviously different species. What was with all of this unsolved turmoil and dispute between so many species? It truly was a sad and sorry sight when two people could not sacrifice their prejudices of one another, merely due to what they were. It was one of the only things that could cause her to become so angry as to lose control.

With a sigh and a deep breath so as to gain control of her emotions, she made her way calmly over to the two. The girl did not even seem to be aware of the fact that the boy was charging at her from behind, and he truly was a force to behold. If he were to come into contact with her, Annette did not doubt for a moment that the girl would become hurt in one way or another.

Her hands slowly rose, her right fingers curling into her palm to form a loosely-held fist, which was turned to the side. The inside of it pressed against her left palm, and with a few soft, incomprehensible words, a pink pentagram bloomed with her hands. For a moment, she stood there, murmuring soft words seemingly to herself, her eyes gently closed. Out of nowhere, her eyes flashed open. Replacing the normal, gentile purple iris's, were now bright, shining, pink ones, and with one more murmur, her hands flew out, in the direction of the boy. However, instead of the attack that undoubtedly would have been thought to occur, all that was the result of the murmuring, was a strong gust of wind, and a sudden rumble of the earth. With a crack, a large, rectangular chunk of the earth shot up, separating the two, and Annette's eyes slowly returned to normal.

"I honestly hope that, for the sake of both of us, you do not attempt to do more harm in this predicament. It would be in your best interest not to attack that girl," she said softly, walking casually over to the boy. Her arms crossed over her chest, and she puffed out a breath, beads of sweat on her brow from the exertion it caused her to use her powers.

"Now, would you care to explain to me as to why you would attempt to attack whoever that girl was? As far as I know, there was no provocation, so why attack someone without reason?" she asked with a raised brow. A flick of her wrist tossed her hair back from her shoulder and down to her waist, and she fixed a steady yet gentle gaze on him. "Also, forgive my lack of manners. My name is Annettia. Annettia Strattonia. But please, call me Annette."

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With the thought of changing into the form most deserved for the moment, something happened in what seemed like a flash. Earth grew keeping the target away from what was intended. Though all hearing was loss for a moment Elia could tell this woman was not happy with what his action where to do.
And as a the question, "Now would you care to explain...as far as I know there was no provocation...." came about, Elia was just struck, not able to answer, there was no answer, though he always found himself calm, for a moment it was all loss, it was the addiction he blamed.
"I'm just a wanker without my fags." He spoke looking above the Annette, trying to catch a glimpse of Sky.
His eyes soften onto Annette. "My name is Elia, and I'm leaving."
There he thought, calm, smothering back into boredom.

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Fiona noticed as Annettia stepped aside, moving her hand in motion as if she should follow the Jurehak. Was it really that obvious that she was curious as to where he had gone? She didn't want to be rude, but being around so many people made her extremely nervous...She was, after all, a Unicorn; a beast who enjoyed their privacy and freedom and didn't enjoy being cramped up in tight spaces with other beings...It wasn't the girl, really, but her own attitude and fear towards certain situations.

She was about to speak up and apologize for her rudeness to the girl when, all of a sudden, a loud roar echoed throughout the sky. Her heart thudded loudly, and seemed to leap into her chest, as her entire body seemed to freeze in place. That was one of Fiona's fears; loud noises. It felt as if her entire body had been glued in place. She glanced over to notice a werewolf boy, who was then striding towards them. Her brown eyes gaze fearfully at him and all of her unicorn instincts told her to run; escape!! But she was far too clumsy to do so, and as she tried to move, she only wound up tripping over her own two feet and catching herself on a pole; barely escaping another rough fall to the ground.

But, it seemed, his interest in them was lost when another girl interrupted his walk towards them. At that moment, Fiona thought, she was somewhat relieved. His appearance was appealing, to her, but the fearful noise he had made still had yet to fade from her trembling body. As it seemed everyone was distracting by each other, FIona expected this to be a good opportunity to leave. It was better if she wasn't around such a large group. And that other guy...The one she first met...She still wanted to get to know him better...And no one else seemed to know where she should go. So, with that thought, Fiona finally caught her legs and went trotting off in the direction the Jurehak had went. Hopefully, she would be able to catch up to him, and figure out where she needed to be....

Besides, Fiona had yet to see another unicorn. This guy was the closest she had seen to a unicorn all day, and, for some reason, even though they were enemies for reasons unknown to her, she felt safe in his presence. Perhaps it was because he was somewhat like her...Or at least, appeared to be like her...And his attitude towards her only made her more curious about him....Her long white hair flowed behind her like a pure white blanket as she continued her run; panting slightly.

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What a peculiar boy ... And quite rude and uncontrollable. Yet ... His aura was that of a pure one. When he was charging at that young woman, though, it was dark. Perhaps ... A werewolf?

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Elia. But I must say, it is quite rude to attack someone, meet an entirely different person who prevented you from doing something that you would undoubtedly regret, introduce yourself, and then leave," she pointed out, her brow raising. With a soft sigh, she rolled her eyes. "If you wish to be rude, then I suppose I will drop my formalities, as well."

She made a slow, complete circle around him, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes speculative. "I do not doubt for a moment that you're a werewolf," she said, stopping once she had made an entire circle and stood before him once more. Her katana bounced against her thigh when she stopped. "Your aura ..." she trailed off, as if lost in thought for a moment, before continuing, "I can already see that you intend to put on a false image to the people you encounter. You seem to be quite the tough little werewolf, do you not? In all honesty, you will never make friends that way," she shook her head, rolling her eyes just a bit again.

"So why go to all the trouble of pretending to be someone you are not? It's a waste of time and energy, and in life, time is of the essence." She paused, looking at him thoughtfully. "I came here wanting to find goodhearted people to become friends with, and I can tell you are that type of person. I would like to become friends with you, but you are making it far more difficult then you have to. It would be a lot easier if you were honest with yourself and others," she said, her voice quiet as usual, soothing to the ears. With that, she twirled on her brown boot, and with her arms crossed, walked easily away from him, unsure of where exactly she was heading.

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Elia listened to her with ease and grace, she was different, odd, exciting, beautiful, and in a moment he thought, mine. Again he thought of saying something but his mouth stayed shut, she wanted to be friends? "What a laugh, people don't make friends with Werewolves, even Werewolves stay apart." But thinking this only made him want to be friends with Annette even more, she made him think of touching fire.
It burned and hurt, but so warm and the pain tingled, making you want to go in for more.
"I am sorry." His head was turned up with his nose in the air, not looking at her, not wanting to come across easy or weak.
"We shall be friends." His hand reached out to shake hers as though it was a pack, a promise, a seal of friendship.

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Annette felt her lips twitch at the hint of a smile as he called after her. It wasn't cockiness that caused her to smile. Yes, she had hoped for him to call after her, for one could never have too many friends, could they? For her, friends were as much of a rarity as her kind, and when one happened to make it's way into her life, she wasn't about to let that person slip away like a fish out of water.

After fixing her expression that it betrayed none of the happiness she was feeling inside at that current moment, she turned to face him. She cast a glance down to his hand, and then to his face, before dropping them once more to his hand. After a moment, she reached out her own and clasped his, and with a gentle grip, shook it lightly. It was then that she allowed her expression to change, allowed the smile to bloom across her face.

"I'm glad," she said, her eyes and smile soft, almost a sad joy. "I'm glad that you are willing to bee my friend," she told him quietly. She wasn't about to tell him, however, how pathetic she had been before. About having not one friend.

In truth, he was her first friend.

Please don't let him find out what I am ...

She hadn't a clue as to who she was speaking to, but she allowed the words to cross her mind without seeming to realize that they were until they had.

It was then that she noticed that she was still holding his hand.

A dark, crimson red rose to her cheeks, and she stepped back two steps, dropping his hand quickly. She squirmed a bit in embarrassment.

"My apologies," she murmured, not seeming to be able to meet his gaze. She coughed a bit, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. In an attempt to distract herself, she piped out the question, "So I was correct, then? You are a werewolf?"

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Elia enjoyed the longer handshake, it had been awhile to have someone touch him other that trying to hold him back. The physical touch sent waves of excitement around his body. When Annette let go it where her hand had laid upon his was now cold and felt empty, so he closed his hand into a fist.
She asked if he was a Werewolf, but he was still trying to guess what she was, not a human, and that is really all he knew. Earthin's didn't teach about other creatures, so he found himself completely lost, and no longer in control. This was not settling okay with him.
"Yes, I am and you are a-" His eyes examined her trying to pretend to know what he was looking for, hoping to get the answer before he looked like an idiot.
Time past fast and still a not thing came to mind, she did not seem to be playing along which frustrated him, but at the same time excited the moment.
He stood there looking at her intensely waiting for her mouth to form a word, then he locked onto her lips, and waited.

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His stare was unnerving, to say the least, and she squirmed user his scrutiny. She could feel her cheeks heating up in embarrassment, and by the time he spoke, she was going mad with this indecision and unknowing. Was he aware of what she was? Or were these mind games unnecessary, and he did not mean to put her through such in we turmoil? Whatever the case, she was afraid. Afraid of the unknown.

The silence had stretched out for far too long, so much so that it was now an uncomfortable one. Unable to hear the quiet that stretched between them, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Her lips parted, as if to speak.

"Heads up!"

Her head snapped to the side, in just enough time to allow a soccerball to come into contact with he face. With a soft cry of pain, the force of the hit sent her hurtling back and to the ground. There was a sharp sound of metal breaking as the chain to her necklace snapped, and she dimly realized this as she hit the hard cement of the sidewalk beside her. The fall jarred her to the bone, and pure stun prevented her from moving at first.

It was when her body shook and went taut that she was sent into action.

Annette threw herself into the grass that she just recently was in, seemingly unaware of the blood trickling from her nose and split lip, or too frantic to care. Her hands fumbled trough the green tresses that were the blades of grass, and all the while, her body shook and spasmed uncontrollably.

Her hair seemed unable to make up its mind of whether it want to be red or blue, and her eyes purple or aqua. Her panic escalated, and her entire body went rigid, two, glowing slits appearing on her back, shining black through the material of her clothing.

"No!"

Just as there was the sound of tearing clothing, her fingers curled around her necklace. She tore it up to her chest. Slowly, the spasming stopped, and she knelt on the cool grass, sweat coating her body, her mind unable to comprehend what she should do.

Needless to say, she didn't even notice the crowd of students that had stopped to watch.

She slowly pushed herself up, her head lowered, and with shadows cast across her face from her hair, she grabbed her bag, which had ended up several feet away, and shoved roughly through the crowd of whispering students, a tissue drawn from her bag and shoved against her bleeding face.

She didn't know where to go. In fact, after a few mere seconds of running, she hasn't a clue as to where she was even at.

Without knowing where else to go, she turned and shoved open the nearest door.

And found herself in the music room.

The room was abandoned and quiet, and although new students undoubtedly were not allowed to touch the school's instruments, she found herself drawn to the piano, promises of soothing sounds and comforting memories of her childhood irresistible.

Her fingers found the keys needed more the easily, and with a tiny, shaky breath, they began to move, causing a beautiful, flowing lullaby to float throughout the large room. She could feel her body relaxing, her emotions calming. It was a comforting feeling, to be able to drift off into memories when what had occurred had happened.

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Goyte sat in class daydreaming not understanding the lesson completely, and having his eyes fixed on the door.
"I guess she never find the class." He smirked as he thought of her being all alone looking around crying, the thought of a unicorn cry made Goyte rethink, and he had decided to go after all, just to make sure, when the door open.
She stood there so clumsy and afraid, nothing like a unicorn. And she was so beautiful, he wanted to touch her, but just put his head down avoiding making eye contact. He did watch her get scolded, and as she looked so fragile it, feelings of protection set in, but he fought them and just watched with sorrow.
As Goyte watched Fiona out of the coner of his eye all class period, he found his feelings of hate towards her go out the window.

In a classroom across the school was other classroom troubles.
Alec had been late to class having his teacher hold him, and talk about something, so when he sat at his desk most of the commotion had died down, though it was weird seeing all the different types of creatures. His dumb look stayed on his face even while looking at the teacher as he spoke of something, it was hard to catch on with all the ruckus that had just happened. But Alec couldn't help but want to follow the fly that had left, but being the non-advantageous type just stayed in his desk, looking bored. His thoughts returned to other girls in the class, some had fairly large breast, which made class enjoyable, so his eyes often went down to woman's "second" pair of eyes, having making complete eye contact several times.
When class ended, Alec went to talk to the teacher, to explain his lateness, but before he could reach him, he was gone.

Elia watched Annette get smacked in the face, and then ran away. Elia had thought she was crying which was the reason she ran off, and though he just stood there for a moment taking all in what had just happened, he soon find himself running, running after all. But before he knew it was completely out of sight.

Una sat in class trying to stay still for a moment when it became too hard. Her large high heels tapped on the floor keeping noise was one of her few talents. Some classmates became annoyed and spoke up, but Una was too lost in her drumming of pencil at the same beat of her foot. Music was always relaxing when nerves were up.
Sadly the rest of the peers and teacher did not agree. The teacher was an older man, with wrinkles on his wrinkles, causing Una to hold her tongue while she watched each wrinkle become one as the man spoke. His voice was drone and high(for a man of his age), it was more distracting than her tapping, thought Una, but as she was requested, she left to wonder the halls.
Upon walking the halls she heard a noise, a slow, steady, noise that was music.
It was the first time hearing a piano and the first time Una cried at a beautiful noise. She ran every way until she found herself in the room with the other girl playing, it was magical, and perfect. All fear of being in a whole new realm left as the music played.

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Ace walked stealthily through the halls, weaving through students in order to get outside. He slipped a cigarette out of his pack and slid it behind one ear, for safe keeping. Despite the noise of the other students, he could still hear the faint music of the piano from before. Ace found himself outside, and took a deep breath of the fresh air. Quickly, he ducked behind a tree, hiding himself from view from any teachers who may or may not come looking for him. He placed the cigarette in his mouth and cracked open his metal lighter, firing a blue flame out of it. The cigarette tip glowed red as he inhaled.

Finally, he thought, exhaling a puff of smoke. A few students walked by, causing him to hide a bit further. The last thing he needed were troubled teens asking to bum smokes off of him. Although he felt sure no one could see him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was followed. Quickly, he finished his cigarette, and tossed the butt into a trash can as he walked back inside. Apparently, the bell was about to ring, since there seemed to be a wave of students in the halls. With an exasperated sigh, Ace began wading through the students, trying to get back to his classroom.
"Oh, come on, make room, would ya?" He called out, but to no avail. He only hoped his next group of students wouldn't burn the place down by the time he finally got back to class.

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It wasn't long before she forced herself to end her practices. As her father had once warned, if one like her were to use her powers too often, they would be shot and she would be left physically drained and unable to protect herself in any way. And besides, she more then likely should attempt to attend her classes for that day, even if she wasn't scheduled to begin school until the next. If for nothing more then to get a feel of the classes.

With a snap of her wrist, her spell book flipped shut, and the locked sealed itself with a swirl of silver magic. She returned it to her bag, and after a moment, started back towards the Academy.

As soon as she reached it, dread overwhelmed her. It flooded her, filling her so completely that she stopped dead in her tracks, panic swelling inside of her chest. That feeling ... The one that a person get when they're afraid ... It was curling inside the pit of her stomach, and her breath caught.

After a moment, Annette forced herself to take a deep breath, and she clasped her hands firmly together. Take it easy, Annette. Nothing is going to happen ...

Of course, she knew that was far from the truth.

This feeling always predicted something terrible, and she could never prevent whatever it was.

With her head bowed and her bag clutched firmly to her chest, she started across campus once more.

As soon as she turned a corner, however, she slammed directly into an obviously-male's body.

With a squeak of surprise, she fumbled back, her arms flailing and her bag dropping to the ground, and, unable to catch herself, landed hard on her rear. With a soft groan, she looked up, her hand rubbing her rear and her right eye closed.

"Sorry, Elia ... I didn't mean to bump into you," she apologized, muttering an oath at the bruise that was undoubtedly forming.

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Àstrid blushed noticing that she made him uncomfortable. She had thought it was a common question not fully understanding why he was being so odd about the thing.
"Was not that right question to ask?" Her voice was soft and still so bubblegum sweet.
A huge grin appeared on her face, as her hands slid through the man's hair. It was soft like how she pictured before doing so. And as she dropped her hands by her side she answered his question. "Yes, I am a racun. I'm sort of new to all this, but I think I have a class with you." Still he seemed to be on the guard.
"I wont tell." She found that was all she could say to lower his defensive.
Not fully understanding what was truly happening she began to walk away, her tail puffed up and wagged a little as she went on touching things.

Not really caring about where he was of to, mind just wondering as his feet took on a direction somewhere, found himself being knocked into. It took a moment to understand what happened.
"Oh you- Annette." His mind slipped back to where it should be, his hand reached out to help her up.
When she was standing next to him, his heart started to race. She was beautiful, and looked soft to the touch. Even though he was not human he began to have human feelings, like blood rushing away from his heart to pump another organ, this made Elia uncomfortable and wanting to do anything to keep his mind away from touching, he out spoke louder than normal, in panic..
"What the hell are you!" He didn't mean for it to come out so frazzled, but not wanting her eyes to travel farther and seeing something that could not be explained, he looked into her eyes widely.

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She was grateful when he helped her to her feet, but tore back and away from him when he shouted at her.

He couldn't possibly mean ...

But he obviously did.

Her breathing hitched, completely stopping, and her heart halted in her chest.

He meant ...

He did.

Slowly, tears appeared in her eyes, and she stepped back. "You ... You're just like them ..." she whispered, a few tears escaping and trickling down her cheeks. "You want to know what I am?" she asked, biting on her cheek to fight her anger.

She spun away, rubbing furiously at her yes, and turned back with her hands clenched into fists as her sides.

"Fine ... I'll tell you ... But don't you dare blame me for your opinion of me after I do," she said hoarsely.

After a few deep breaths that accomplished nothing, she tightened her hands and lowered her head a bit. Her hair cast shadows across her eyes, but her tears trickled down her cheeks and glittered in the light.

"I'm a freak ... I'm a freak ..." she told him quietly, her voice miserable and her body trembling uncontrollably, trembling due to inner turmoil.

Her head shot up, her cheeks and eyes red and swollen from crying.

"I'm a hybrid, dammit! A hybrid!" she shouted at him. "My first day here and already I'm forced to tell someone what I am? It's pathetic! I only wanted to have friends for once, but you people can't even let me have that? How dare you!"

She closed the distance between them, and with her hands thrown out, a hard gust of wind slammed into his chest, in an effort to shove him.

"An Angel, a Fallen Angel, and witch. Are you happy now? Are you happy now that you can torment me also?" she demanded, her voice low, frightening. She stepped back from him, her lower lip trembling in an effort to force back the tears. "You ... You ..." She was at a loss for words, not really sure what she wanted to call him.

Her hand suddenly struck out, and if it were to come into contact, it would snap across his face, and more tears slipped free.

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Àstrid stood there shocked, she had never been touched with such gentleness. Her body had been touched roughly, but never caressed. His voice was gentle and soothing, even if it was not understandable it was something that no one had even done for her. The smoke circled around them, making the moment real.
"I can't find my dorm room." Her voice trended, she was mostly in a daze.

Goyte waited for Fiona awhile, and as he was about to get up, he felt her. She spoke with ease, and her lips sent warm blood pumping into his body. It did not feel the way that it did when other Jurehak had done so, it was something much more powerful. They had done something no one else ever had, it was something that was truly shared between friends.
His feet planted on the ground and he stood next Fiona wanting to kiss her the way humans did. Instead he contained the ritual, taking her hands, touching palms and making two circles counter clockwise. He whispered in the Jurehak ancient language, when they were finished the ground began to rumble and underneath their feet was a circle, with markings and came a gush of wind swirled around them, rainbow colors swarmed around them pushing them together, and then it stopped. He bent down and as he was about to touch her soft lips he pulled away, he could not live with himself taking advantage of her.
"Thank you." He spoke heavy.
He pulled away and spoke a little lighter, "Hey, it's getting late, you should go to your dorm."

It hurt, it hurt to be yelled at, it was not something he had enjoyed. And as she began to scream and cry, it hurt more to see her in pain then getting it by her fist, which bruised instantly. Annette kept yelling and then his face stung.
No one had ever laid their hand on him, no one.
And he had never done what he did to Annette, his left hand gripped her right arm and slammed her body against his, and with his left hand gently tugged on her hair making her face him. Elia shoved his face against her, their lips pushed together, his were wet against her dry.
It was the only thing he knew to keep her from crying, or yelling at him any longer. When she stop moving around he parted his lips and moved away.
"We are suppose to be friends!" He shouted out. Tears bubbled, but his voice lowered and calmed.
"I don't care. I don't care if you are a Flungmon(an ugly, dumb animal on Earthin.). We are friends, you shook on it." He lifted his hand and pointed at it.

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She didn't know what hurt more.

The uncertainty of if he actually cared about her or not, or the realization that her only friend had now become her best friend, and, in extremely childish terms, her crush.

For God's sake, Annettia, what has gotten into you?

She didn't know how to answer that. All she knew in that moment was the feel of his hand in her hair, of his lips on hers, and his chest beneath her hands.

There was definitely something wrong with her.

Oh, how so much could happen in the course of only a few hours.

When he released her, a soft chill caused goosebumps to rise on her flesh from the sudden absence of his body's warmth. For a moment, she only stared at his hand, as if she couldn't seem to understand what he had just said, before she shifted her eyes to his. "We are friends," she said quietly, looking at the ground. She was quiet for a moment, then turned her gaze back up to his.

"Elia, we are friends. I promised, didn't I?" she asked. She knelt down and retrieved her bag, emotionally drained after the day that she had had. She removed several tissues from on of the pouches, dabbed at her eyes, drew in a shaky breath, and lifted her hand. She gently wiped at the tears just under his eyes.

"I'm sorry that I hit you. I ... I wasn't thinking straight," she said softly, guilt on her face. She traded hands for the tissue, held up her hand once more, and gently laid it on his cheek. With her eyes closed, she drew in a breath. Golden-white light bloomed beneath her palm, radiating and soaking into his skin, and before he could know what had happened, his cheek was healed. She dropped her hand and looked away, but lifted it once again, this time to lightly touch her lower lip.

"Do you even know what you just did, Elia? Do you understand what that was?" she asked gently.

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"We promised to be friends." He nodded.
As she healed his check, he smiled lightly. Her touch was as expected, soft, tender, everything he had thought it would be.
He unbuttoned his shirt, first the red jacket, then the white t-shirt, he tried to do it fast, and missed three of the buttons all together. He felt stupid, but since she had decided he heal his face, he thought why not just chest too, since it still hurt.
As the clothes opened there stood a bruise right where she hit him.
"You wouldn't mind would you?" He sort of laughed. But before she had time to do anything, it hit him and Elia was slightly confused on what she meant when she asked him if he known what it meant to push their lips together. Had it not been clear?
"I am always aware what I do." It was the only answer he knew how to give.
"I made you feel calm. I forced you to feel what I needed you to feel at that moment." His voice bounced against his vocal cords.
"Was this not wanted?" Again his blood rushed, it felt like a storm was taking place inside his body.

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Annette hesitated for a moment. Finally, she took his wrist and pulled him through a nearby door and into and abandoned classroom - a chemistry room perhaps? - for the hallway want the best place to have a conversation like this. Not was it the best place for him to remove his shirt.

It wasn't fair. He was obviously trying to use his ruggedly handsome good looks to his advantage. Why else would he have undone his shirt and asked her to heal him? Yet, he had no idea of the things and emotions rushing through her at that moment, and she doubted immensely that he felt anywhere near the se as she.

"I wouldn't say that it was ... Unwanted. But ... There a certain things you have to understand. You can just walk around kissing people in an attempt to alter their emotions. It's inappropriate and often considered offensive. Kissing ... Is something that is done between two people who care very, very deeply for each other. Do you understand, Elia?" She asked, lifting her hands and letting them fall to rest upon his chest. The glow appeared once more, lasted longer then last time, and when she removed her hands, the bruise was gone.

"Do you understand Elia? You can only kiss the person that you care deeply for. The one person that makes you feel like the most important person alive. The person that you can trust wholly and completely. You don't just kiss anyone," she said gently. She completely removed her hands from his chest, helping him shrug into his shirt. "Do you understand now?"

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Elia listened and he understood. Annette meant a lot to him, and he had trusted her, he even stopped being a stuck-up jerk since meeting her, so the only logical thing he could think of was.
His hands slipped around her waist, and looking into her eyes, his lips parted slightly, their lips were barley touching, but they could both feel the breath, and their lips, but only lightly, and Elia spoke softly.
"You. I care for you. I may have not known the word, but I knew it was something that people did. People who wanted to be close to one another, in my world, it is a sign of bonding, not just emotional changing. Annette." He kissed her, again his full lips filled into hers. His arms tighten the embrace, not wanting to hurt her, but wanting to be closer. His heart pumped wanting to touch Annette, he finally gave into his urges, and lifted his hand. The back side of his hand touched her soft face as the kiss continued.
"You are truly a friend." He spoke again and pulled away.
He began to button his shirt, and patted her on the head. "I am glad we are friends." He smiled smugly and started to leave.