The Wheel of Fortune
Chapter One: Dancers in a Day Dream
Author: Awen WindRider
The following fan fiction is a different type of alternative reality story. I don't think any
summery that I write myself would give it justice, perhaps those of you in the review
world may offer forth some sort of summery after you have read a few of the chapters.
This story has been in the works for a long time. While you may find yourselves reading
several chapters a week, it may take time for new chapters to come out, simply because
I'm getting ready to move to Okinawa with my husband.
I hope you all enjoy. Please review and let me know if you like what you see. It's been a
long time since the days I wrote under the name 'Zorina Skye' and hopefully those of you
who remember those stories will see a vast improvement since then.
Disclaimers: All rights reserved to those who hold them, but the story is mine. And
frankly, I think I can say hands off.
If you want to archive this story, you are welcome to do so, but you must first let me
know that you are doing so at the following e-mail address: druiddessawen@yahoo.com
Rating: PG to start
Content: Sailor Moon/Sailor Mars and Sailor Moon/Tuxedo Mask romance with a happy
ending, eventually.
Sweet steam radiated from the mug in her hands as she raised it to her lips and pulled its
contents into her mouth with a less than delicate sip. It was hotter than she preferred, but
the chai warming its way down her throat and into her stomach wrapped her in warmth
that was reminiscent of the feeling one has when they wake up from a good sleep.
A smile creased her lips as she brushed her curly blonde hair out of her eyes and took a
moment to decipher what she had written only hours before. Unfortunately what had
been a brilliant piece written in iambic pentameter, then with an AB rhyme scheme, was
now nothing more than a garbled soulless nothing, and a waist of the paper it was
scrawled on.
The sour look that chased her smile away said it all: frustration, disgust, and worry over
the fact she might not finish her assignment in time for her class which would start in
less than two hours.
She always second-guessed her work.
"You keep pulling on your hair like that and it'll fall out."
She blinked and looked up, not realizing what kind of image she made, sitting in a chair
outside of the Greenery snack bar, her damp boots pulled up onto the seat, her knees
resting on the table bare, despite the winter chill.
Behind her, snow drifted down lazily from the dark storm clouds overhead.
After taking a moment to think about the disruption she turned her eyes back down to a
fresh sheet of college ruled note paper and chewed on the end of a mechanical pencil
before writing down two lines that were dancing on the fringes of her mind.
"My hair is not going to fall out, Raye." She answered, "If it was going to it would have
been when we were much younger and when you were trying to find out if you could
swing from it like a vine."
Raye chuckled. "Lighten up, Serena."
Serena scowled again. "I can't lighten up. I can't get this assignment. It just doesn't want
to work."
Raye sighed and sat down across from her long time friend, her eyes shining with worry.
She watched Serena become more and more stressed out for months now. At first she
thought it was finals, but when their summer break came and left, Serena didn't get any
better. If anything, she got worse. Tossing and turning at night, and whimpering in her
sleep, she was the last one down at night and the first one up, and even Ami thought she
was working too hard.
Raye even had to fight back the urge to reach out and smooth Serena's curling hair back
into it's old style, two buns on top of her head that fell in pigtails in an almost endless
cascade of golden tresses.
She sighed. "Bucharde won't mind this." Raye said with a smile as she read over the
stanzas that Serena had discarded. They spoke of a sad tale, about a princess and a prince
who lost their kingdom in a tragic war on the Moon.
Her words came brokenly with tears in her eye, "It's beautiful, Serena."
Serena looked up to see her friend pouring over the page in front of her and then turned it
over anxiously. She blinked in confusion. She couldn't turn it in because it was too close
to her.
"It's beautiful and it's so familiar..."
Serena nodded. "It's my nightmare."
"Your nightmare?" Raye asked suddenly confused.
"Yes." Serena replied, her normally bright eyes clouded with a confused emotion that
Raye recognized as longing. "Every night since spring break, I dream it over and over
again, and each time, it gets more and more powerful. Raye, it's haunting me." She
swallowed hard, her eyes seeming to bug out of her head. "They are haunting me."
Raye's hand shook as she passed the page back to Serena. "Who is haunting you?" She
asked, her normally haughty voice sounding very unsure and almost afraid.
Serena swallowed again. "There's more."
Raye watched with worried eyes as Serena rummaged through her bag and pulled out a
notebook and slid it toward her. On the cover of the notebook, in a thin tipped permanent
black marker, was a sketch of a palace with the earth hanging high in the sky. Seeing it,
her mind went numb. A flash of the same palace, in full, real life color flashed before her
eyes; she could almost hear the fountains, the tinkling of the falling waters splashing into
the pools... she shook her head to clear it.
"Raye?" Serena asked worriedly. "Are you okay?"
Raye nodded and opened the notebook and found staring up at her, in Serena's feathery
script, a passage inscribed on the first page:
I can remember it all as though it was yesterday.
I can remember it all as though it was my tomorrow,
but in my sorrow I saw my silver kingdom lost,
and my life I gave upon his long knife,
much like a sword, for our love
and a chance to live together in the planes of paradise.
Her mind blanked again and she was transported back to the palace. Around her people
were screaming, but before her, Serena lay impaled on a sword, her hand grasping that of
a man in some sort of battle armor.
"Raye!" Serena squeaked, watching her face flush and then turn pale, her hands,
trembling as they clutched the edge of the table.
The raven-haired girl shook her head again and wiped away the tears that she had not
even realized were falling. "We better go to class now," was her shocked whisper as she
passed the notebook back to Serena.
Serena watched in confusion as Raye pushed her chair away from the table, the lunch
she'd just bought left behind and walked away on shaky legs, her bag slung half-heartedly
over her shoulder.
Serena shrugged. The last thing they needed was to be late for Statistics. She waved
briefly at Ami, the blue haired girl that she recognized from middle school as someone
she ran into periodically each and every day. She darted through the throng of university
students, trying not to spill her mug of steaming chai all over herself and anyone else she
knew she'd bump into. She was just relieved that she had left her ceramics supplies in the
pottery studio! She could almost see herself trying to juggle her hoody, her backpack, her
gloves and hat, her binder, her bucket of art supplies plus the mug of chai!
She offered a lopsided smile to everyone she passed, and for once, luck was on her side.
She darted past the computer lab and took the stairs to the second floor two at a time
without stumbling over her own to feet or allowing herself to be pushed aside by the
wave of students coming down.
When she reached the second floor she found the hall nearly empty in front of her, and
scurried to the end of it and made a hard right into her statistics classroom and beamed
when she saw Raye sitting in the back corner looking more withdrawn than normal, and
weaved her way through the desks almost gracefully.
Raye looked up in surprise as Serena set her mug on the window sill and unloaded her
arm full of stuffs into the chair next to the one she was going to claim and sat down hard,
her knees together with her feet spread at odd angles.
"Raye, you okay?" She asked worriedly, pulling her tangled hair from the front of her
face and tucking it behind her ears before fidgeting and pulling at the ends of her broom
skirt so that it fell to the floor.
She felt nervous. Normally Raye would have brushed off her silly writing, but for some
reason, this time she just didn't, and it scared her. In her head, she could hear Raye
chastising her for spending all of her time writing or sketching, and she knew she should
be hearing that now, but she wasn't. It didn't just almost scare her, it terrified her.
She pulled at the sleeves of her sweat shirt and raised worried, watering cerulean eyes to
meet Raye's violet ones, but the raven haired girl had her eyes squeezed shut, a single
tear dripping from her right eye and sliding down her perfect cheek. "Raye?" Serena
asked again, her voice lowered to a whisper as the classroom filled and students took
their seats in the uncomfortable red-orange metal desks. "Raye, you're supposed to tell
me I'm being silly, that it's just a dream and how I'm wasting my time with my head in
the clouds."
"Serena, I don't think your head is in the clouds." Raye whispered, opening her eyes that
were so wet with tears that Serena could see her reflection. "Not one bit Serena. There's
just something about this dream of yours..."
"Nightmare." Serena interrupted.
"Nightmare, that just has too much of a ring of truth to it. It's like I'm trying to remember
something that should be there, and though there's a glass wall between it and me, I can
see it. I know it's there." Raye sounded so sure of herself that it more than scared Serena.
"But you just don't know what it is."
Raye nodded and then looked out the window on her left, anything to not look at the girl
next to her whose face suddenly haunted her mind. She would Serena, alive, her cheeks
flushed with frustration, the dark circles under her eyes, and then her mind would recall
the image of a women bent over the body of a dark man, their hands clasped, but her face
still and lifeless. She was almost sure that Serena and the women in her vision were one
and the same.
The dark skies looked as troubled as she felt, and the snow that had been falling heavily
was coming down even harder still.
"Good morning," called the heavily accented voice of Doctor Pembuccian. "If everyone
could pass up their homework, I'll give you an assignment for Monday. Today's
afternoon classes have been cancelled because of the snow."
Serena and Raye both let out a sigh of relief. Cancelled afternoon classes meant a long
weekend. In unison they both opened their binders, popped open the rings, pulled out
their homework, snapped the rings shut, closed their binders, slipped them into their
bags.
Serena took Raye's assignment and passed it up as Raye pulled out her planner with a
heavy sigh.
Dr. Pembuccian stared at the pair for a moment. "Do you two practice that?" She asked
curiously.
Serena, who had pulled out her planner and opened it to October 14, looked up at the
same time Raye did. "Practice what?" They answered simultaneously.
"Never mind." Their instructor said with a soft laugh. "Page 218, 1-20 and page 236,
49-63 odd to be turned in for a grade. I will see you Monday, and for those that drive,
please drive safely."
Serena let out a sigh of relief. Sure, classes were cancelled, but that also meant that the
studios would be closed for the weekend and she had to get to the pottery studio before
Professor O'Brien locked up. If she didn't, her work for the week would be too dry on
Monday to put feet onto them!
Serena rushed to get all her belongings back into her bag and clutching her day planner to
her chest. "Raye, I gotta get to the studio fast! This is a disaster! O'Brien will pitch a fit if
I ruin this assignment!"
Raye forced a smile. "I'll see you in about an hour. I have to check into work before I
head home."
Serena nodded, her mug of chai forgotten and pulled on her gloves before she took off at
full speed.
Raye sighed and grabbed her roommate's mug and slammed back the now lukewarm
contents. She knew why Serena was having problems sleeping, and with that
information, Serena wouldn't be the only one having that problem.
Zipping her backpack up and pulling on her jacket, Raye found herself lost in her own
thoughts. A few years ago she had had dreams of sailor suited warriors that fought for all
that was good and just in search of their princess who was from the Moon and now
Serena, her best friend in the world who she loved more than anyone who had ever come
into her life, was having dreams about that same princess. Somehow, she just knew it in
her heart.
She pulled her jacket back on and shouldered her bag, and sighed as she walked slowly
from the classroom, her head slumped slightly forward as her mind got ahead of her.
Something inside told her that if they found out the reason why she had had those dreams
then, and why Serena was having these dreams now, that she'd lose her forever.
"I can't lose her now." Raye whispered to herself as she pushed open the heavy doors of
MacPhearson hall and trudged out into the snow before ducking into Crowley Hall. "I
just can't."
Her feet carried her over the slick walkways with unsure steps, slipping and sliding here
and there as snow and ice clung to her hair. She hated winter and snow almost as much
as she hated thunderstorms, and even worse than thunderstorms were thunder snows and
she jumped each and every time lightning creased the sky and the earth trembled in
response to the incredible explosions over head.
Her heart pounded much like the thunder as she skidded into an unsuspecting passer by.
She scowled and called out, "Sorry," apologetically as she pushed herself off of the man
and kept running.
"Meatball Head?" A voice asked in shock, drawing Serena's attention, She skidded to a
halt and her head whipped around, her waist length hair clinging to her body as she
stared at the man who'd stopped her dead in her tracks.
She took note of his midnight black hair, his deep blue eyes and groaned inwardly.
Anyone but him, and what was he doing here? On her campus!
"Darien?" She asked in a semi-state of shock.
He looked at her, standing there, a beanie pulled down to cover her ears, a pair of gray
fleece mittens on her hands, a Gamma Kappa Kappa Sweetheart sweatshirt hung loosely
around her body, a black broom skirt dragged in the ice and snow. He took note of the
dark circles around her eyes and smiled. She looked good in his letters. "Who else do
you make a habit of running into frequently?"
Serena paled. "That was a long time ago," she said trying to force the memories of her
middle school years from her mind. "It has been a long time, hasn't it, Darien? How are
you?"
He smiled softly. Yes it had been a long time, then he scowled when he realized her
conversation with him would only be a polite and forced one. He noted how she paled,
how her thin arms stuck out of her sweatshirt, gloved hands clutching a planner to her
chest. "I've been great Meatball Head. How about you?"
Serena winced as the hated childhood nickname and he also took note of her reaction.
"You better hurry up Meatball Head, you look like you were running late."
Serena winced yet again and threw him a nasty look over her shoulder before sprinting
toward the Banks Hall, where hidden in the basement you could find countless art
studios, including her destination, 091, Ceramics II.
Unfortunately for Serena, her professor was waiting for her and she was already distracted
because of her run in with Darien. It just didn't make sense! She hadn't seen that
annoying creep since she was a freshman in high school, and all of a sudden he was back
in her life, on her campus, six years later!
It just didn't make sense, but then again, since when did anything in her life concerning
Darien ever make sense?
Chapter One: Dancers in a Day Dream
Author: Awen WindRider
The following fan fiction is a different type of alternative reality story. I don't think any
summery that I write myself would give it justice, perhaps those of you in the review
world may offer forth some sort of summery after you have read a few of the chapters.
This story has been in the works for a long time. While you may find yourselves reading
several chapters a week, it may take time for new chapters to come out, simply because
I'm getting ready to move to Okinawa with my husband.
I hope you all enjoy. Please review and let me know if you like what you see. It's been a
long time since the days I wrote under the name 'Zorina Skye' and hopefully those of you
who remember those stories will see a vast improvement since then.
Disclaimers: All rights reserved to those who hold them, but the story is mine. And
frankly, I think I can say hands off.
If you want to archive this story, you are welcome to do so, but you must first let me
know that you are doing so at the following e-mail address: druiddessawen@yahoo.com
Rating: PG to start
Content: Sailor Moon/Sailor Mars and Sailor Moon/Tuxedo Mask romance with a happy
ending, eventually.
Sweet steam radiated from the mug in her hands as she raised it to her lips and pulled its
contents into her mouth with a less than delicate sip. It was hotter than she preferred, but
the chai warming its way down her throat and into her stomach wrapped her in warmth
that was reminiscent of the feeling one has when they wake up from a good sleep.
A smile creased her lips as she brushed her curly blonde hair out of her eyes and took a
moment to decipher what she had written only hours before. Unfortunately what had
been a brilliant piece written in iambic pentameter, then with an AB rhyme scheme, was
now nothing more than a garbled soulless nothing, and a waist of the paper it was
scrawled on.
The sour look that chased her smile away said it all: frustration, disgust, and worry over
the fact she might not finish her assignment in time for her class which would start in
less than two hours.
She always second-guessed her work.
"You keep pulling on your hair like that and it'll fall out."
She blinked and looked up, not realizing what kind of image she made, sitting in a chair
outside of the Greenery snack bar, her damp boots pulled up onto the seat, her knees
resting on the table bare, despite the winter chill.
Behind her, snow drifted down lazily from the dark storm clouds overhead.
After taking a moment to think about the disruption she turned her eyes back down to a
fresh sheet of college ruled note paper and chewed on the end of a mechanical pencil
before writing down two lines that were dancing on the fringes of her mind.
"My hair is not going to fall out, Raye." She answered, "If it was going to it would have
been when we were much younger and when you were trying to find out if you could
swing from it like a vine."
Raye chuckled. "Lighten up, Serena."
Serena scowled again. "I can't lighten up. I can't get this assignment. It just doesn't want
to work."
Raye sighed and sat down across from her long time friend, her eyes shining with worry.
She watched Serena become more and more stressed out for months now. At first she
thought it was finals, but when their summer break came and left, Serena didn't get any
better. If anything, she got worse. Tossing and turning at night, and whimpering in her
sleep, she was the last one down at night and the first one up, and even Ami thought she
was working too hard.
Raye even had to fight back the urge to reach out and smooth Serena's curling hair back
into it's old style, two buns on top of her head that fell in pigtails in an almost endless
cascade of golden tresses.
She sighed. "Bucharde won't mind this." Raye said with a smile as she read over the
stanzas that Serena had discarded. They spoke of a sad tale, about a princess and a prince
who lost their kingdom in a tragic war on the Moon.
Her words came brokenly with tears in her eye, "It's beautiful, Serena."
Serena looked up to see her friend pouring over the page in front of her and then turned it
over anxiously. She blinked in confusion. She couldn't turn it in because it was too close
to her.
"It's beautiful and it's so familiar..."
Serena nodded. "It's my nightmare."
"Your nightmare?" Raye asked suddenly confused.
"Yes." Serena replied, her normally bright eyes clouded with a confused emotion that
Raye recognized as longing. "Every night since spring break, I dream it over and over
again, and each time, it gets more and more powerful. Raye, it's haunting me." She
swallowed hard, her eyes seeming to bug out of her head. "They are haunting me."
Raye's hand shook as she passed the page back to Serena. "Who is haunting you?" She
asked, her normally haughty voice sounding very unsure and almost afraid.
Serena swallowed again. "There's more."
Raye watched with worried eyes as Serena rummaged through her bag and pulled out a
notebook and slid it toward her. On the cover of the notebook, in a thin tipped permanent
black marker, was a sketch of a palace with the earth hanging high in the sky. Seeing it,
her mind went numb. A flash of the same palace, in full, real life color flashed before her
eyes; she could almost hear the fountains, the tinkling of the falling waters splashing into
the pools... she shook her head to clear it.
"Raye?" Serena asked worriedly. "Are you okay?"
Raye nodded and opened the notebook and found staring up at her, in Serena's feathery
script, a passage inscribed on the first page:
I can remember it all as though it was yesterday.
I can remember it all as though it was my tomorrow,
but in my sorrow I saw my silver kingdom lost,
and my life I gave upon his long knife,
much like a sword, for our love
and a chance to live together in the planes of paradise.
Her mind blanked again and she was transported back to the palace. Around her people
were screaming, but before her, Serena lay impaled on a sword, her hand grasping that of
a man in some sort of battle armor.
"Raye!" Serena squeaked, watching her face flush and then turn pale, her hands,
trembling as they clutched the edge of the table.
The raven-haired girl shook her head again and wiped away the tears that she had not
even realized were falling. "We better go to class now," was her shocked whisper as she
passed the notebook back to Serena.
Serena watched in confusion as Raye pushed her chair away from the table, the lunch
she'd just bought left behind and walked away on shaky legs, her bag slung half-heartedly
over her shoulder.
Serena shrugged. The last thing they needed was to be late for Statistics. She waved
briefly at Ami, the blue haired girl that she recognized from middle school as someone
she ran into periodically each and every day. She darted through the throng of university
students, trying not to spill her mug of steaming chai all over herself and anyone else she
knew she'd bump into. She was just relieved that she had left her ceramics supplies in the
pottery studio! She could almost see herself trying to juggle her hoody, her backpack, her
gloves and hat, her binder, her bucket of art supplies plus the mug of chai!
She offered a lopsided smile to everyone she passed, and for once, luck was on her side.
She darted past the computer lab and took the stairs to the second floor two at a time
without stumbling over her own to feet or allowing herself to be pushed aside by the
wave of students coming down.
When she reached the second floor she found the hall nearly empty in front of her, and
scurried to the end of it and made a hard right into her statistics classroom and beamed
when she saw Raye sitting in the back corner looking more withdrawn than normal, and
weaved her way through the desks almost gracefully.
Raye looked up in surprise as Serena set her mug on the window sill and unloaded her
arm full of stuffs into the chair next to the one she was going to claim and sat down hard,
her knees together with her feet spread at odd angles.
"Raye, you okay?" She asked worriedly, pulling her tangled hair from the front of her
face and tucking it behind her ears before fidgeting and pulling at the ends of her broom
skirt so that it fell to the floor.
She felt nervous. Normally Raye would have brushed off her silly writing, but for some
reason, this time she just didn't, and it scared her. In her head, she could hear Raye
chastising her for spending all of her time writing or sketching, and she knew she should
be hearing that now, but she wasn't. It didn't just almost scare her, it terrified her.
She pulled at the sleeves of her sweat shirt and raised worried, watering cerulean eyes to
meet Raye's violet ones, but the raven haired girl had her eyes squeezed shut, a single
tear dripping from her right eye and sliding down her perfect cheek. "Raye?" Serena
asked again, her voice lowered to a whisper as the classroom filled and students took
their seats in the uncomfortable red-orange metal desks. "Raye, you're supposed to tell
me I'm being silly, that it's just a dream and how I'm wasting my time with my head in
the clouds."
"Serena, I don't think your head is in the clouds." Raye whispered, opening her eyes that
were so wet with tears that Serena could see her reflection. "Not one bit Serena. There's
just something about this dream of yours..."
"Nightmare." Serena interrupted.
"Nightmare, that just has too much of a ring of truth to it. It's like I'm trying to remember
something that should be there, and though there's a glass wall between it and me, I can
see it. I know it's there." Raye sounded so sure of herself that it more than scared Serena.
"But you just don't know what it is."
Raye nodded and then looked out the window on her left, anything to not look at the girl
next to her whose face suddenly haunted her mind. She would Serena, alive, her cheeks
flushed with frustration, the dark circles under her eyes, and then her mind would recall
the image of a women bent over the body of a dark man, their hands clasped, but her face
still and lifeless. She was almost sure that Serena and the women in her vision were one
and the same.
The dark skies looked as troubled as she felt, and the snow that had been falling heavily
was coming down even harder still.
"Good morning," called the heavily accented voice of Doctor Pembuccian. "If everyone
could pass up their homework, I'll give you an assignment for Monday. Today's
afternoon classes have been cancelled because of the snow."
Serena and Raye both let out a sigh of relief. Cancelled afternoon classes meant a long
weekend. In unison they both opened their binders, popped open the rings, pulled out
their homework, snapped the rings shut, closed their binders, slipped them into their
bags.
Serena took Raye's assignment and passed it up as Raye pulled out her planner with a
heavy sigh.
Dr. Pembuccian stared at the pair for a moment. "Do you two practice that?" She asked
curiously.
Serena, who had pulled out her planner and opened it to October 14, looked up at the
same time Raye did. "Practice what?" They answered simultaneously.
"Never mind." Their instructor said with a soft laugh. "Page 218, 1-20 and page 236,
49-63 odd to be turned in for a grade. I will see you Monday, and for those that drive,
please drive safely."
Serena let out a sigh of relief. Sure, classes were cancelled, but that also meant that the
studios would be closed for the weekend and she had to get to the pottery studio before
Professor O'Brien locked up. If she didn't, her work for the week would be too dry on
Monday to put feet onto them!
Serena rushed to get all her belongings back into her bag and clutching her day planner to
her chest. "Raye, I gotta get to the studio fast! This is a disaster! O'Brien will pitch a fit if
I ruin this assignment!"
Raye forced a smile. "I'll see you in about an hour. I have to check into work before I
head home."
Serena nodded, her mug of chai forgotten and pulled on her gloves before she took off at
full speed.
Raye sighed and grabbed her roommate's mug and slammed back the now lukewarm
contents. She knew why Serena was having problems sleeping, and with that
information, Serena wouldn't be the only one having that problem.
Zipping her backpack up and pulling on her jacket, Raye found herself lost in her own
thoughts. A few years ago she had had dreams of sailor suited warriors that fought for all
that was good and just in search of their princess who was from the Moon and now
Serena, her best friend in the world who she loved more than anyone who had ever come
into her life, was having dreams about that same princess. Somehow, she just knew it in
her heart.
She pulled her jacket back on and shouldered her bag, and sighed as she walked slowly
from the classroom, her head slumped slightly forward as her mind got ahead of her.
Something inside told her that if they found out the reason why she had had those dreams
then, and why Serena was having these dreams now, that she'd lose her forever.
"I can't lose her now." Raye whispered to herself as she pushed open the heavy doors of
MacPhearson hall and trudged out into the snow before ducking into Crowley Hall. "I
just can't."
Her feet carried her over the slick walkways with unsure steps, slipping and sliding here
and there as snow and ice clung to her hair. She hated winter and snow almost as much
as she hated thunderstorms, and even worse than thunderstorms were thunder snows and
she jumped each and every time lightning creased the sky and the earth trembled in
response to the incredible explosions over head.
Her heart pounded much like the thunder as she skidded into an unsuspecting passer by.
She scowled and called out, "Sorry," apologetically as she pushed herself off of the man
and kept running.
"Meatball Head?" A voice asked in shock, drawing Serena's attention, She skidded to a
halt and her head whipped around, her waist length hair clinging to her body as she
stared at the man who'd stopped her dead in her tracks.
She took note of his midnight black hair, his deep blue eyes and groaned inwardly.
Anyone but him, and what was he doing here? On her campus!
"Darien?" She asked in a semi-state of shock.
He looked at her, standing there, a beanie pulled down to cover her ears, a pair of gray
fleece mittens on her hands, a Gamma Kappa Kappa Sweetheart sweatshirt hung loosely
around her body, a black broom skirt dragged in the ice and snow. He took note of the
dark circles around her eyes and smiled. She looked good in his letters. "Who else do
you make a habit of running into frequently?"
Serena paled. "That was a long time ago," she said trying to force the memories of her
middle school years from her mind. "It has been a long time, hasn't it, Darien? How are
you?"
He smiled softly. Yes it had been a long time, then he scowled when he realized her
conversation with him would only be a polite and forced one. He noted how she paled,
how her thin arms stuck out of her sweatshirt, gloved hands clutching a planner to her
chest. "I've been great Meatball Head. How about you?"
Serena winced as the hated childhood nickname and he also took note of her reaction.
"You better hurry up Meatball Head, you look like you were running late."
Serena winced yet again and threw him a nasty look over her shoulder before sprinting
toward the Banks Hall, where hidden in the basement you could find countless art
studios, including her destination, 091, Ceramics II.
Unfortunately for Serena, her professor was waiting for her and she was already distracted
because of her run in with Darien. It just didn't make sense! She hadn't seen that
annoying creep since she was a freshman in high school, and all of a sudden he was back
in her life, on her campus, six years later!
It just didn't make sense, but then again, since when did anything in her life concerning
Darien ever make sense?