A/N: Now we're all sort of assuming that gothica's name is Kristin, right? Right. Cool. So Imma roll with that and write this. Sorry if it's proven to be OOC, but I wanted to get it done before tonight's epi. Anyways, Kristin's POV.

Disclaimer: I own squash.

Accepted

I look back on that moment and think, "Why didn't I go with him?"

Maybe that's just me. I hate dances. I hate school. I hate almost anything that makes everyone else happy. Rainbows bother me and I won't randomly pet a bunny just because it's cute. I like animals, sure, but I'm no Kimmy Misder and that's something I'm proud of.

Lance almost reminds me of myself. Dark. Secluded. Righteous. Self-evident. That, and he knows some pretty cool martial arts moves. I'll give him credit on that one.

I almost regret not accepting his offer to take me to the stupid Homecoming dance. He was nice enough and all. But first he called my form wrong and then he decides to try flattery by asking me to the dance. That's just not right, I'll say that right now. He clearly doesn't have much experience with women.

If he doesn't like dances, why did he want a date? Why not be true to himself and just not go? He has a right, an opinion. He can do what he wants. He doesn't seem to be the kind of guy who's too shy to speak his mind. Lance always struck me as a man of power, someone to strike fear into the heart of anyone who saw him.

When I knew the dance was going on, I wondered what would've happened if I had accepted. If I had played along and taken the risk and gone with him. I just wonder, that's all.

He's a cool guy. Not one to party. One to like a band and a sound. He knows what he likes and I can see that in him. I can see pain hiding within him; I can see some misery and loneliness. I can read people sometimes. He's a trippy dude.

Maybe I wanted to go with him. Maybe. I'm speaking in theory and theory alone. Maybe I wanted to go to Homecoming with him. Something in my head could've wanted that. Maybe. Or some kind of soul linkage.

I said it as a joke the first time, but the way he slowly smiled at the Scary Mary party made me think that I could've struck home with that. I knew my own heart beat a little faster when he smiled. Soul mates. It's a funny thing for teenagers to think of. We shouldn't be thinking about forever yet. It was just a joke, that was all.

Then when he acknowledged me in the hall. Heart fluttered. Most definitely.

I don't think I'm the girl to be swooning over him though. Pace and timing are key. I don't really like him. Sure, I'm interested to see who he really is under that hardened shell of his, but I'm not going to pry. I just want to know why he's the only one in this school that reminds me of myself. It's like there's no one else out there that gets me. And then there's him.

We've only talked a few times, but I already feel like I know everything about him. I can just feel things. I can feel how tormented he is. I can feel things and I can feel suffering. I know what goes on behind the mask that conceals the emotions.

I almost wish I had accepted. I almost wish that I could've taken the risk and dove into the whole thing headfirst. I've always enjoyed my life of solitude, but sometimes I just want a little bit more than just always being alone.

Maybe Lance was the first step. Maybe. Just maybe...

A/N: Short, sweet. Again, may be OOC, but I'm guessing due to what we've seen. So review please!

~Sky