REVISED

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A/N: Hey, this is just a preview of the story, it'll take a while until I update again, but I just wanted to show you what I was doing.

Chapter I: Beginning

"You see Layla, I wish you'd dress up for me. Like that girl over there." Layla eyed said girl carefully and decided she was definitely a threat.

"You mean like a whore?" She asked, trying to hide her jealousy. The redhead in question turned around with a small smile pasted on pale face.

"I am sorry, did you call me a whore?" She asked with a cold politeness. "For the record, I'm not. I'm Bloom and it was nice to meet you." She looked at the boy. "Both." She added, turning around, but changed her mind halfway to glance at Layla and said: "By the way, your boyfriend didn't seem to mind." As soon as the redhead was out of sight Layla started to yell.

"Can you believe that?" Sky looked at her, bemused.

"Great." She threw her arms up in the air "Just great. You think she's pretty?" She asked cautiously. Sky wanted to say the girl was beautiful, but he said something else to protect his manliness and relationship with the boiling girl in front of him.

"She's hot." He eventually replied, emphasizing the last word. He was still enjoying the moment. "But off course you're more beautiful. She's a unattractive paleface while you have this beautiful smooth chocolate skin." He lied and hugged her lovingly. She was reassured again. She had such a good boyfriend! He had always been forgiving when she had cheated (several times). They talked about it and they made up. She thought it was their great relationship, in reality his friends kept telling him he couldn't possibly find someone better than Layla; she was pretty, sporty, popular,… What did it matter she didn't respect him? He told his friends, but they laughed, calling him a sissy. Layla always made him feel less sissy and more boy, he convinced himself constantly to be satisfied and happy with her.

So she was convinced he wouldn't cheat on her, he wouldn't hurt her. Sky had never looked at another woman. He was to loyal, he claimed. He was too picky. Now you're wondering: then why the hell Layla?! He liked her, found her rather attractive. She was sexy too, not beautiful; she didn't have that certain 'je ne sais quoi' a girl needs to have to be special, or beautiful in general. He knew he would meet a girl like that sooner or later, but now, he was extremely grateful he had Layla. Compared to his friends he was still a complete goody-goody.

They had met six months ago and they has instantly taken a liking to each other. As friends. Until one of Sky's friends, Riven, said he needed 'to make a move', she was waiting! And you never let a girl wait, Riven concluded. So they became a couple pretty fast since Layla was so easily tempted. That was one of her problems, she fell in love with other guy frequently, she wasn't a girl who committed, never would be. But Sky… she always felt so safe with him. She didn't want to lose as a friend, so she made sure they never broke up. Wasn't that selfish? Off course it was, but then again, who are we to judge her? To conclude, Layla was certain of her boyfriend's fidelity. Little did she know he was thinking about a girl's beautiful porcelain skin.

Sky often wondered if their relationship wasn't just a big fat lie but he soothed himself with the thought that they had always stayed together no matter what. That worked.

But how long would it?

In the meanwhile, Bloom was thinking about what just happened. The girl was pretty, but that was it. She's probably very popular, but Bloom just thought she was too manly! You're a girl, dress like it! Bloom herself was always elegant and sexy. She had been home-schooled at Sparx, until now. She had too much spare time, so she was more out partying than studying, it was all too easy for her. So at the tender age of seventeen, she was sent to Alfea, where she would become the most legendary fairy following Griselda and Faragonda.

She was strong and she knew it. She was good-looking and she was well aware of it. She was self-conscious. She was always royal and beautiful, when she worked out, when she slept,… Always. She was trained to be beautiful by her parents. Aside from that, Bloom was someone who loved to seduce boys and party… a lot. Oritel and Mariam figured there wasn't a lot of partying going on in Alfea, so their choice was rapidly made; they wanted her to finish her senior year in the school for fairies. Bloom on the other hand was sure she would find plenty of places to have some fun. She always did.

She always went out partying, she never needed to study and that was all about to change now. Her parents secretly wanted her to find a future husband, they liked to see their daughter married at eighteen! Bloom had many guys, all flings. She had never done it really, but she was probably better informed about it than all her contemporaries combined. Technically she was a virgin, though can you call someone who seduces at least one person in a week really a virgin?

She had worked out this method so boys would never really have sex with her. She just gave the boy one hell of a blowjob so they were exhausted and fell asleep. Then she snuck out and she had the reputation of seductive and mysterious once again. People never called her a slut, they respected her. No, you could never call her like that. First of all, she never had real sex and secondly, she was extremely fastidious. The Chosen One needed to be very handsome and definitely not a nerd. She set high standards. She wanted the boy in question to be sweet too, 'cause an angry lover is a dangerous lover. So her method worked. For a long time. It worked until some guy she picked, wasn't selected carefully enough. That's when it happened.

I think about it too much. I try to stop the stream of thoughts invading my mind but the painful memories keep coming back. In theory it never happened, but I relive the moment every night; the screaming, the weeping, the desperate cries for help,… It's my own fault, I shouldn't have been so sexy, so…? I don't know why I am this way. Sometimes it's amazing, most of the time I wonder why. So yes, I'm unhappy, I don't find a lot of joy in life, but it's still my life. I don't want to live it this way. I never wanted to happen and it did. I have to make sure this secret is never to be revealed. It's my secret. No one knows about it, not even my best friend Musa. No one knows, yet it's tearing me apart every day.

My secret.

A/N: Okay, this was a lot. It's something different. I'll let you figure the points of view yourself. It's a lot to process, I guess, so… I'll update in a week or so…

Xoxo

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