A new student was arriving today: Cass Bishop.

I didn't know much about her except that she's coming from Atlanta, Georgia. I was worried about what this would mean for Zoe. Even though Cordelia was Supreme, Zoe was doing a lot of work. And another student would just add more to her plate. She was doing amazing! She connected with all the girls in different ways. She enjoyed teaching her classes and being on the council. It was just stressful; on us both.

It took up so much of her time.

At night, I lay in our bed, awake, until I hear the door open hours later and feel her slip in next to me. With a quiet 'Sorry' and a peck on my the cheek. Then, when I wake up, she's already gone. I barely see her now with the house being so manic. But it's only for a little while longer. Soon the new girls will settle in. Become less co-dependent and more independent.

Right?

I'm preparing the new girl's room; she'd have her own. I wasn't 100% sure why, but when Cordelia told me to get the room ready, I didn't question her. As I'm making the bed, there's a light tap on the door. Looking up, I see Zoe. Leaning against the door frame, a small, timid smile on her lips.

"Hey," she gives a slight wave.

"Hi," I respond, my face stoic. Glancing up, I see her frown at my less then half-hearted reply. I turn back to folding the sheets, keeping my attention on the stitching. Tentative footsteps sound like sudden bursts of thunder in the silent room. Pale hands come to rest on my shoulders, causing me to breath deeply.

My focus leaves the sheets as I'm forced to face her. Fingertips reach up to trace along my cheek. My eyes close at the sensation, her touch so soft.

As my eyes open, I see her staring at me. Somber expression on her face. " I.." As I wait for her to finish her sentence, I'm pulled into an unexpected hug.

My arms circle around her waist. We stay like that for a minute, finding comfort in the other's embrace. She pulls back a little, eyes concentrating on the floor.

"Kyle I'm sorry. I know I've been busy lately. And we...haven't spent much time together." Her hand runs through my hair, coming to rest on the back of my neck. "But I'm...I'm going to make more time for you. For us," she states, peeking up at me with sad eyes.

"Zoe, it's okay," I try to convince her. She shakes her head.

"No Kyle. It's not right to ignore you like I have been. " A few tears escape her eyes. My thumb goes up to wipe them away.

"Don't cry, please. I don't like when you cry." She smiles sadly at my words. "This is your job. To mentor all these girls." Pulling her back to me, I place a kiss on the top of her head. "Your attention should be focused on them right now. They need your help to understand who they are." I rub up and down her back. "We have forever, remember?" She holding onto me, face buried in my neck.

"I love you Kyle." I smile.

"I love you too." Her head lifts and I turn my mine, gazing at her lovingly.

Our lips meet in a sweet kiss.

We're in the kitchen, eating dessert and talking about nothing.

It was nice.

The only other person awake is Cordelia. She's in the living room, waiting for the new student. There was apparently a mix-up in their travel arrangements. But she was going to arrive around 10:00 p.m.

"So, do you know anything about this girl?" I ask Zoe, curious. She looks as if she's thinking.

"Not really. Cordelia hasn't spoken about her much." She brings the spoon to her mouth. "And I'm not sure if that's good or bad. I'm hoping she's not another hard case. Like Patty Kimmer." She licks the melting ice-cream from her lips." You know what happened with her. It took two weeks for us to get her under control."

I nod my I remembered.

There were at least ten fires and several sets of charred curtains that had been thrown in the garbage.

It was a rough two weeks, but Zoe got through to her.

She always got through to the new witches.

She smiles at me, making my heart beat a little faster. I lean across the table, suddenly having the urge to kiss her; wanting to feel the pressure of her lips against mine.

When we kiss, the whole world doesn't exist. It's just me and her.

Us.

"Ahem." Pulling apart, we turn to the doorway and see Cordelia. She's smiling fondly at us both.

"Well then. If you two our done, would you mind meeting me in the common area. Our new student has arrived." She turns and walks away.

Zoe's blushing a little. She looks adorable. I kiss her one more time before hopping down from my stool. I hold my hand out for her. She takes it appreciatively, her fingers inter-twinning with mine.

I'm whispering random things to her as we walk, causing her to laugh lightly.

When we reach the living room, Cordelia and the new girl are talking. "Now, you'll be in your own room. I wasn't quite comfortable with the idea of you sharing wi-" Cordelia stops mid sentence when she sees us. "Ah, here they are." She gestures to us.

" Cass, this is Zoe Benson, my right-hand witch and your new teacher. And this is Kyle Spencer. He helps around here and keeps a watchful eye on the Coven."

Zoe steps forward to greet the girl, who's back is to us, hidden by shadows. "Hi Cass. It's nice to-"

It's a surprise to us both.

A boy.

Our age.

He's dressed in black pants and a blood red shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his tie loosened. Suit jacket hanging over is arm. His brown hair, shaggy but styled, covering his forehead.

He steps forward, his hand reaching out to grasp Zoe's extended one. Bringing it to his lips, kissing it. "Hello. I'm Casper Bishop." A slight Southern drawl can be heard as he speaks. He stands up straight once again, but keeps a hold of Zoe's hand. Anger is building inside of me. "I'm looking forward to learning all you know." While he's talking , he keeps his dark green eyes on Zoe.

Fixated on her.