Morg: I have arrived guys and gals and all in between. If you follow me as a n author you know that I have dabbled in some SJM before, and am obsessed (*cough* Wicked Dreamers *cough*) but now this is the first time I have written a fanfic for TOG, and I am excited! Also, as you can see, I'm co-writing with TheForsakenCourier, my friend. Give us some love down in the reviews and tell us what you think! As always… Enjoy!

Courier: Hey, this is kinda my first ever fanfiction story that I am doing a collab on. I've very new to the ToG fandom but I've read up to the end of EoS. I'm doing a collab with Morgenstern128 and I'm very excited! I hope you all enjoy and don't forget to favorite my fanfic and Morg's fanfic as well.

Aelin:

School always sucked. It did. But no school was worse than Elirea Academy. Rich kids in fancy shoes and clothes, pulling up in their expensive cars that daddy bought them for no apparent reason. This school and all its students were awful.

"How are your classes?" A familiar blue eyed boy drawled from next to my locker. I tried to hide my smile as I slammed my locker shut and turned to him. Maybe not everyone in this gods forsaken school was awful then.

Dorian was different from the other rich kids, he didn't use his parents money to wipe his ass with. He didn't throw it around even though his family had plenty of it. He always was a kind and generous person but I had never really noticed it until a few months ago.

"They'd be better if you were in some of them, pretty boy," I flirt back, smirking like one does when the hottest boy in school is leaning against the locker next to theirs. "What about yours?"

"Not horrible. But I am missing a certain someone in a few of them." Dorian always knew how to be kind while flirting at the exact same time, it's kind of like art when you think about it.

I snorted. "Yeah, way to steal my line. So I'm guessing no Kaltain in any of them?" Dorian groaned at the name. Kaltain was the girl who had been after him since grade school, and even though she was hot, he hadn't given her the time of day. Much to my delight, and her chagrin.

"Kaltain is hot and all, but those stars in your eyes stole my heart."

I melted a little inside, even though I knew he must have used that line on half the school by now. See, that's the thing. Dorian was a playboy. And that was the single reason I haven't already agreed to one of his numerous invitations to take me out to dinner. Plus, it was our little game, this flirtation, and I intended to win it. "You're a smooth talker Havilliard, but you forgot something," I reply, putting on a facade of smug sarcasm as I noted Chaol out of the corner of my eye, walking towards us.

"And what might that be?" Dorian grinned knowing he must've forgot the tiniest thing, but he had to play it calm like it's nothing important.

"That you're not the only smooth talker in this school," I smirked, putting my arm out to the side just as Chaol arrived and ducked under my arm, resting it around his waist, just as I had planned for when I saw him walking our way. The look on Dorian's face was priceless. "There's also Westfall."

"Ah, Chaol. How was your summer? Must've been pretty eventful spending most of it with Mort." Chaol was the other loverboy that had eyes for me. He was no playboy but he was more of a jock. Chaol had also taken a job with Mort for the summer instead of picking up girls like Dorian had.

"Well, it was interesting, to say the least. I'm not even sure how Mort still has a job with some of the stuff that goes on behind that bar," Chaol replied, putting his arm around my shoulders. Chaol had spent the summer as a barback at the Torre Cesme, the local bar and hangout where Mort bartended, since Chaol was eighteen and could work behind the bar as long as he wasn't handling any alcohol. It was always interesting though, these little exchanges we had. Chaol and Dorian were both trying to date me, and they were also best friends. How they kept their friendship throughout competing for me, as if I could be won, I would never know. Dorian certainly didn't look happy with Chaol and I standing like this, intertwined.

"Hey. Chaol. Why don't you and I go take a walk and catch up a bit? I've barely seen you all summer and we should just talk, like the good friends we are!" Dorian clenched his teeth a tiny bit when he was almost done talking. I could easily see that there was some tension between them right there.

I whistled long and low, untangling myself from Chaol and reaching up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "Someone's jealous," I breathed, making him shiver before smirking and sauntering away down the hallway, leaving the boys to their pissing contest. I had to find Nehemia either way.

I strolled down the marble floored hallway, searching for Nehemia. I could see all the new and old kids while walking down the main hallway, nobody seeming majorly different then they were last year, their egos still bigger than them. I saw Nehemia's distinctive black hair and ran to her. "Nehemia!" I ran over to her locker and hugged as hard I possibly could.

I hadn't seen her all summer, since she had been traveling with her family, and the Ytger's hadn't gotten home until a day ago. "Hun! It's been way to long! How was summer? How was training? How's Dorian and Chaol? How are you?" Nehemia rattled off questions rapid fire, not stopping for breath, her voice changing emotions from excited to suggestive to sad as she spoke.

"Nehemia, I'm alright. The one year anniversary is coming up, and that will be hard but I'll get through it. Dorian and Chaol will help with the tears," It's always so good to talk to Nehemia, she doesn't flirt with me like Chaol and Dorian do,and we can relate with so many things. "Dorian and Chaol are still trying to flirt their way to me, but I'd rather not have to choose between two great guys. I don't think I'll ever be able to choose either of them, I'm just so indecisive at times."

"Yeah. You don't want to choose between them cause you'd rather have both. Possibly nude. Possibly in bed. Possibly at once," Nehemia called me out, humming in approval to her own idea. Not that I could really disagree with her. "I know how you think, and you think dirty honey," Nehemia added right as the bell for homeroom rung. "And my vacation was great thanks for asking!" Nehemia called over her shoulder sarcastically as she walked off to class, leaving me shaking my head with a goofy grin on my face. Friends man. What wacky people.

Morg: Hope you all liked that chapter, tell us what you think! This is a new story so we want all your feedback! We do have school, so we might not be updating for a week or two, but stay tuned. No update schedule is set yet. Till next time! Bye!

Courier: Thanks for reading the first chapter of me and Morg's collab together. Hoped you enjoyed and don't forget to favorite me and Morg's fanfic! Toodles!