Raven made sure she was alone this time. It was late, or rather early, sometime after midnight. The abandoned auditorium was kind of creepy at night. Built in the mid nineteenth century, it had seen and housed more history than most libraries. It was completely dark except a few lights from the high ceiling. It was also drafty. Raven glanced up.

The stage was an intricate design of heavy lights, coiled ropes, and rickety old ladders. It was like a beehive, so simple on the outside from an untrained eye, but so busy beyond what most people could see. Raven relished the stage, it was her heroin. Ever since she first stepped on it when she was three years old, it had become her home. She felt strange when she wasn't on it she felt strange. Empty in a way. She was kind of a gypsy in that way.

Ever since, she got caught the other day she had been more careful about where and when she got her fix. During the day was much too risky. It wasn't so much that she cared if people knew that she danced, it just…made her seem a little strange. She had already acquired a reputation as the most fiercely dedicated dancer in school, and while this was widely known among those in the ballet department, she did not want word getting around that she was some sort of emotionally unstable, dance obsessed nut job.

She did a quick stretch before turning her iPod©. This time she played something a little more classical than Lady Gaga. Nina Simone's husky voice echoed off the stage. Raven began her dance. It was nothing fancy or even coordinated. She just listened to the music and let the music take her. It wasn't long before she was completely lost in it.

Suddenly someone was behind her, and hand found their way to her waste.

"I believe a congratulations are in order." A voice said into her ear, before she knew what was happening.

She gasped loudly in shock, before losing her footing and stumbled. A pair of arms caught her before she hit the ground.

She spun around to face the intruder. She let out a breath that didn't know she had been holding. "You scared me." She said breathlessly.

The man laughed. "My apologies." He said setting her onto her feet.

Malcolm Warner was a choreographer for the school. He was British, twenty-seven, good looking, charming, and a hell of a dancer. Raven credited him with really pushing her to her full potential. Where others saw good he saw excellent and strode to make her so. They share an atypical relationship than most students and mentors. He was her teacher, her confidante, and her friend.

"So, my little superstar, didn't I tell you you'd get into the Royal?"

Raven threw her arm around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pondered if he was enjoying too much the feeling of her body completely pressed against his.

"You told me I could do it and I did." She said.

Malcolm smile as Raven settled back on her feet. Her momentary bliss had instantly disappeared, and a sad almost defeated look settled on her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's nothing." She whispered.

Her eyes shifted towards the floor. He lifted her chin with his index finger.

"It's not nothing. You should be over the moon right now. Is this about the winter session? Don't let kill your spirit."

Raven sighed and stepped away from him. She turned her back to him and gazed into the empty audience. She didn't speak for a long moment. Malcolm stepped behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

"We'll figure something out." He whispered against her neck.

He continued to kiss her neck while one hand slithered from her side and gently made its way to the side of her face. This thumb ran over her soft lips. Her eyes watched the dimness in front of her until they eventually shifted towards his face. A bashful smile ran across her lips as she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. She turned around for easier access.

His finger tangled in her hair as he led her backstage, their lips never leaving each other. Raven gasped as her back was suddenly pressed against the wall. His hands slid up her sides and over the bareness of her back and shoulders before settling on the side of her face again. Raven truly did have the most remarkable eyes he'd ever seen.

"We'll figure something out." He said kissing her forehead. "I promise."

"Okay everyone, we have a lot of work to do. Please quiet down." Mr. Samberg the director at the theatre department attempted to quiet down the auditorium.

Mr. Samberg was a classic case stress ball. Every season he would worry himself into a frenzy from everything from stage markers to the lighting. God forbid anyone forget a line during rehearsals. Because the theatre department was doing the winter session for the first time in Briarwood's history, the pressure was really on.

Everyone assuaged Mr. Samberg and took their seats in the audience. Garfield felt his hands shaking, and his leg involuntarily twitching. Today they would be announcing leads. As crazy as it sounded Garfield was not hoping for a lead, he was aiming for a supporting role.

Dick and Kory were seating down the aisle. As if he were reading his mind Dick looked over at him and a smug smile spread across his face. Garfield's stomach lurched.

It had all started three days before their audition.

Kory and Dick were in the student lounge with every drama and comedy transcript, Shakespearean or otherwise, spread out in front of them. Kory was flipping through A Raisin in the Sun, while Dick was rereading his favorite scene from The Crucible. They were both trying to find the right monologue to read for their auditions. Dick loved drama above all things. He had gotten a lead in last year's spring production with a scene from Othello. Drama was powerful and commanding. Kory, on the other hand, preferred musicals more specifically operas. As long as she had been in America she still hadn't mastered the English dialect, but with opera this was not a problem. In all of her three years of going to Briarwoods the theatre department had put on two musicals and had yet to perform an opera.

Kory frowned at her dilemma, but she was determined to overcome. Yes, this would be year she determined as she settled on a scene from Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolfe. Something understated yet powerful was just what she needed to impress the judges. Dick on the other hand had was facing a dilemma.

"I really want greatly to land a lead this year." Kory said.

Dick smiled and grabbed her hand reassuringly. "You'll do great."

In a span of twenty-six hours he had read Princess Tutu backwards and forwards, cover to cover. He still could not understand the character of Mytho. He was so vacuous and unimportant. He never once made things happen for him, he just had things happen to him. Being in the theatre department meant always vying for the lead, but the lead for such an unimpressive character. But the role of the Knight, there was a character. He was hateful, and yet compassionate, he was flawed. It was a much better way to flex his acting abilities, and besides it wasn't like he hadn't gotten the lead a hundred times in the past. Yes, Dick Grayson would attempt to secure a supporting role.

For his audition he decided on Macbeth, his all-time favorite play. He had long since dreamt of the day when he would be able to perform a piece from it, even though it was just for an audition.

"Hey guys." Came Garfield's voice as he joined the duo.

Kory greeted him with her typical enthusiasm while Dick nodded in acknowledgment of his presence.

"I see you guys are getting ready for auditions." He said fingering a battered copy of Taming of the Shrew.

Dick scoffed in amusement. "Oh and you're not."

Gar shrugged. "I just finished reading the script. Man, this play is weird. A girl turns into a duck, a prince without any emotional capacities…"

"It's not weird," Dick corrected "it's avant garde."

"Whatever. And I mean what's the deal with this prince? He has no personality, no passion, no nothing. You can't root for him because he doesn't do anything, but you can't hate him for the same reasons. The only time he even acts remotely interesting is at the end of the last act."

Kory giggled. "So I guess you won't be auditioning for lead."

Garfield shrugged. Around Briarwood Garfield was known as the resident comedian. During his time at Briarwood had won the roles of Claudio in Much Ado about Nothing, Orsino in Twelfth Night, and Harpagon in The Miser. Not to mention he traveled during summer breaks to competitions across the country with the Briarwood comedy troupe the Woodlings, and was co-president of the improv club. He was a natural comedian and always had subtle ways of making his characters his own, but this was his last year at Briarwood and yes being funny was great, as a matter of fact, it was a part of who he was but he was looking for more. He wanted to prove to everyone that he could more than just the funny guy.

"Actually, I really want to challenge myself this time. I think I'm going to audition for the role of the Knight."

Dick's head snapped up. "You? You want to audition for the Knight?"

Garfield's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean."

"Uh, nothing." Dick said returning to his script. "It's just…nevermind."

"What?"

"No, no it's nothing really."

"What is it?"

"I said it was nothing, just drop it okay."

"If you have something to say then just say it."

Dick ignored him, until Garfield had had enough and yanked the book right out his hands.

Dick sighed. "It's just...you know." He tried to put this as delicately as possible. "It's kind of an intense part. Do you really think you're cut out for it?"

Garfield's shoulders straightened. He and Dick had had something of a rivalry going all long as they both could remember. Theatre was a small community where the best roles were scarce. It was common, even natural, to have a personal competitor pushing you further into your craft. Richard and Garfield were unspoken rivals. Yes, they were friendly and yes they ran in the same circles but one's weakness was the other's strength. Dick possessed a power and mesmerizing intensity that Garfield could not live up to. While Garfield was much more malleable could did not become so immersed into his roles that he could easily adapt to changes in character, plus his natural comedic skills. It was nothing new between them.

But yet this was it, the final curtain. They both wanted, no needed this part to launch them into greatness. Mr. Samberg was always saying "You're only as good as your last performance." A good performance, a truly great performance was impossible to forget.

Garfield grumbled something inaudible before storming off to his room. He was about to angrily flop down on his bed, before he realized it was covered in the clothes that he had yet to unpack. He decided to take a seat at his desk, which was clean for the time being. He huffed angrily.

As much as he wanted to he really couldn't be mad at Dick right now. This was the nature of their professional relationship. Whenever one would succeed where the other failed, they would psyche each other out with backhanded compliments.

"Dick your performance was inspiring. You really seemed like a real comedian."

"Garfield that was your best performance to date. You really didn't notice the way you missed your mark in the third act."

So on and so forth.

Garfield sighed. If Dick's goal was to psyche him out, it worked. Garfield threw his head back and languished. If he was going to be honest with himself Dick had him beat by a mile. Not, to say that he was bad himself, it was just Dick was better in these sort of roles. He had more classical training and no matter how good of an actor he was he always strived to do better. He spent the summer playing Moritz in an off Broadway run of Spring Awakening, for God's sake!

Garfield shook his doubt from his mind. No, he would not be intimidated. He had it in him, he just needed to practice and really pull it out. Originally Garfield had planned on doing a scene from The Crucible, but it was really going show up Dick he needed something more.

Yes, this time it was his turn.

It was basically the worst thing that could have possibly happened to him on the day of auditions.

Garfield had spent the past two days in Thoreuian isolation, perfecting his scene. He had ultimately chosen act four scene three from Macbeth, when Macduff discovers that his family has been murdered. The scene was powerful and the character makes a broad transition. He clocked out around two in the morning when he was satisfied with his ability to deliver the scene. Too nervous to sleep for long, he ended up going for an early breakfast, only to find he was too nervous to eat his favorite vegetarian omelet.

"Good morning friend! It is a beautiful day, is it not?" Came the ever so cheery voice of Kory.

"Oh, hey Kor. You're up early."

"Oh, yes." She said taking a seat across from him. "I got a good night's rest, then I was so excited for my audition this morning that I got up, went to the gym, took a shower, and went to my audition."

"How do you think it went?"

"Oh it was most glorious. I changed my mind yesterday and decided to do a scene from my most favorite play-"

"A Raisin in the Sun" they said in unison.

If there was anything that absolutely everyone knew about Kory is was her love of A Raisin in the Sun. the sudden appearance of Vic saved Gar from having to hear every painstaking detail of Kory's audition.

"Hey guys." He said brightly plopping a stuffed binder full of sheet music.

"What's all this?" Garfield asked, picking up the heavy binder.

Victor snatched it out of his hands. "Oh nothing, just the first draft of all the music the orchestra will be performing for the play."

"What?! No, way." Garfield said trying to steal another look.

Victor placed it out of his reach. "And guess who's been chosen to co-conduct the production."

Kory gasped loudly before throwing her arms around Victor's neck in her famous bone breaking hug. "Oh friend that is most glorious. Congratulations."

"Thanks Kory" Victor choked. "Dick told me he heard from a very reliable source that I was being considered by the maestro to conduct, but I thought he was just yanking my chain. Where is that spiky haired know it all?"

Garfield tensed. Kory and Victor took notice but didn't say anything. Everyone knew about their friendly rivalry. Kory looked at her cellphone.

"It is close to his audition time. He said we could watch him in the gallery." She quipped glancing at Garfield. "But we do not have to go. In fact it might just make him nervous."

"Dick Grayson, nervous? Are we talking about the same person? When has he ever bee ner-ow!" He said as Kory delivered a mild elbow to the ribs.

Kory nonchalantly picked the stem off of a strawberry, while Victor pretended to find his stack of waffles fascinating. Garfield rolled his eyes.

"We can watch his audition."

Kory and Victor exchanged a look.

"Are you sure man? You know how competitive you guys get." Vic said.

"Of course." He said standing up. "It's just another play, it's not like it's really going to change anything."

Truthfully Garfield wanted to see how Dick did. He, himself, had worked tirelessly to prepare his audition pieces, he was feeling pretty confident and he wanted Dick to knew he would not be intimidated. He reassured Victor and Kory that he was not going to take this too seriously by joking about it all the way to theatre.

The auditions were being held in the little theatre, where rehearsals usually took place. Dick was sitting along the wall outside reading Hemingway. He could be so pretentious sometimes. He smiled when he saw them.

"Hey" he said standing up. "Come to watch me land the part of the Knight."

That was directed at Garfield.

He smiled back. "Come to watch you lose the part of the Knight."

It was a joke, but not really. Just then the door swung open.

"Mr. Grayson, they're ready for you."

Dick took a deep breath. "Well wish me luck."

Kory moved to pull him into a hug, but Victor's hand on her shoulder stopped her. "Kory, he's going to need those lungs."

Her cheeks flushed. "Best of luck." She whispered.

He responded by brushing a piece of hair behind her ears. "Thanks."

Victor and Garfield wished him luck (Garfield more or less sarcastically). He and Garfield engaged in one more face off before he disappeared into the theatre. Him, Victor, and Kory climbed the staircase and piled into the gallery.

Garfield watched his competitor intently as he entered the theatre, introduced himself (as if he needed introducing), and handed the producers his headshot and resume. They chatted for a few minutes and Dick said something funny that made them all laugh before he finally took the stage.

"I will be auditioning for the role of Fakir the Knight." It was easier to hear him under the microphone.

"And what scene have you prepared for us." Ms. Reynolds, the head of the theatre department asked.

"I will be performing act four scene three from Macbeth." He announced.

Up in the gallery Garfield's blood froze. He watched in horror as Dick performed the same scene that he had worked tirelessly on. The small spark of optimism, that perhaps Dick's rendition would not even be that impressive, was extinguished when he began. It was a flawless performance. Simply breathtaking. Even his accent was perfect.

Garfield's stomach lurched. There was no way he could compete with that. Yanking his cellphone out of his pocket, he saw that he had little more than an hour and half to come up with something. He told Victor and Kory, who were to mesmerized by Dick to even really notice him, that he had forgotten his headshot in his room and needed to retrieve it.

Panicking as he slid out of the gallery and raced down the stair. He burst into the first empty room that he could find which just happened to be the men's restroom. He paced for a while.

He could just do his best, perform the same scene and let the best man win. This of course would be Dick. That only left one option: he had to do a different scene. It disappointing, downright maddening. For the past two days he knew nothing but Macbeth, but if there was even so much of a chance of being considered for the Knight he had to separate himself from Dick. The irrational, jealous part of him thought Dick had planned this whole thing on purpose.

Refocusing, he dumped the contents of his bag onto the floor, praying it was there.

"Yes!" He whispered to himself, seeing his copy of The Crucible still in his bag.

He had originally planned to do a scene before he decided to be bold and try Macbeth. He remembered most of the lines, and if he hurried he would have just enough time go over his performance.

God Help me.

Everyone who was a part of the production from actors to costumes to lightening packed the auditorium space. Mr. Little, the director, was standing center stage. His mere presence was commanding. Tonight he would be announcing he would be announcing roles.

It the day that Garfield had both dreaded and poised for. His audition had been okay. It was not his worst though certainly not his best. It was out of his hands now.

"As you all know we will be doing things a lot differently than we used to. Since we will be takeover the winter session instead of the spring, we have a lot less time to prepare. We will have fourteen weeks from today until opening night."

There were loud groans of protest from the audience.

Mr. Little waited for the noise to subside before continuing. "I except this will pose especially difficult for costume so do not procrastinate."

He went on about big opportunities and how proud he was of everyone who helped make this possible until finally, "And now the moment you've all been waiting for who has been chosen among our elite team to play major parts."

Suddenly everyone in the room seemed more attentive. At Briarwood getting the lead was like winning prom queen. Mr. Little cleared his throat.

"The role of Rue and Princess Kraehe goes to Kole Chambers." A loud roar of applause broke out. "The role of Fakir and the Knight goes to…"

Garfield's stomach lurched.

"…Richard Grayson."

As the room broke into an even louder applause a small smile found its way to Dick's face. Garfield felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. Mr. Little waited for the room to quiet before continuing.

"And now for leads. The role of Prince Mytho goes to…Garfield Logan."

Garfield was mildly shocked. Lead? Him? Really? This is was most disappointed he had ever been to get the lead. Still his smiled graciously, as the warmth of applause rolled through him.

"Finally the part of Duck and Princess Tutu goes to…drum roll please… Tara Markov. Thank you for everyone who auditioned. Like every year I remind you there are no small roles, only small actors. A full cast list is being posted outside my office as we speak. As of tonight we have fifteen weeks and four days until opening night. Good luck everyone. Actors we will begin rehearsals tonight at six in the Little theatre. Thank you all."

As soon as the presentation was over Garfield was swarmed. He smiled thanked everyone for their words of congratulations. He finally made it outside where Dick was consoling a disappointed looking Kory.

"It's okay Kory, really. We all get the part we're meant to play. Isn't that right Garfield?" Dick said.

Garfield felt the dig. "Yeah, Kory it just wasn't your part. What did you end up getting ?"

"Princess Kraehe's understudy." Dick answered.

Kory's face brightened a little. "I will work hard and be the best understudy possible."

Dick smiled at her. "Thatta girl."

He hated seeing Kory sad.

"Ah there you are my stars." Mr. Little greeted the group. "I wanted to have a chat with you all before the season really gets into high gear."

"What's up?" Garfield asked.

Mr. Little opened his mouth to say something, when he was interrupted by the calling of his name. everyone turned around to see Mr. Igbokwe, the head of the theatre department. He did not look happy.

"Mr. Little why was I not notified about a problem with the script."

"Problem?" Mr. Little said nervously. "I was not aware there was a problem."

"Then why is it I got an email ten minutes ago from the owners of the play's title that the completed versions of the script got lost in the mail, but they should have arrived today." He said angrily waving a much thicker version of the script. "Apparently you've been using the sample version."

Mr. Little's face grimaced as he grabbed the new script and flipped through it. "But this script involves ballet!"

"Ballet!" Dick, Kory, and Garfield said together.

Mr. Little shot them a look that said hush. "Not to worry, I'll get this all sorted out."

Mr. Little and Mr. Igbokwe flew office into his office as they watched in horror in amazement.

"You…you don't think they'd actually make us dance? Do you?" Garfield asked.

"No, of course not." Dick said. Even he didn't sound convinced. "But who knows it wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen at Briarwood."

"I guess not." Garfield concurred. "And even if they do it's just a little dancing. How hard could it be? It's not like it'll change our lives or anything.

Raven did not call her relationship with Malcolm an "affair".

Not by any means. By twenty-first century it was pretty chaste. She had met Malcolm three years again when she had first started going to Briarwood, where he was a choreographer. Yes, out of all of his students Raven had the most potential. Yes, he had determined to mold her into something truly spectacular. Raven had always been a good dancer, better than most even but with his guidance she was going to make her star.

So he took the girl under his wing and pushed her like he'd never pushed another student before. He introduced her to important people, took her performances, got her private lessons with the best teachers on the east coast, he even videotaped her routines she they could go over where she needed improvements. Yes, for three years he spent hours with making sure she was getting better. Yes, he was hard on her, sometimes excessively so, but Raven was tough and so was her spirit. She never cried or even so much as complained. She took his instruction to heart, and she became truly great.

In Malcolm's eyes Raven was a masterpiece and he had nothing but confidences that she would go on to have an immensely successful career when she left him.

They were as close any master and protégé and yes, they shared a special bond than with their other teachers or students. Despite where they ended up it was completely platonic…until last year that was.

What Raven began to feel for her mentor was nothing she could put into words at the time. Her world seemed a lot brighter when he was around. Raven had finally reached a point in her professionalism where Malcolm was satisfied that she didn't need him around as often. He watched her intently as she prepared to lead La Bayadere for the winter performance. There was a lot of romantic tension that fall.

Opening night was an experience. When she was on stage it was like he was the only person in the room. She truly put her soul into that performance and it was the best she had ever danced. While he was watching her, she was watching him. The look of pure wonder on his face, everything he had worked so hard to accomplish she had put into that dance.

Afterwards had been overwhelming. She spent half of the opening night party accepting congratulations for what was surely going to be considered a critically acclaimed performance. She failed to find him among the throng of people, but eventually escaped to the dance studio hoping she could find it in her to dance so well again.

There he was in the place where they had first met, bathed in the moonlight and God he was so beautiful. He smiled at her and told how well she did as she stood in front of him in the moonlight. Those eyes, those amethysts colored eyes, he thought as she leaned in and kissed him.

It was kept secret of course, no one would understand. Their relationship was mild. She only granted him kisses and permission to hold her hand. He accepted it gladly, eagerly even. Sometimes she would perform a dance that was for his eyes only and the beauty of it was all the intimacy he needed.

Raven was broken from her reverie.

"Okay first position." the five year old all shifted their feet awkwardly and peeked at each other to make sure they were doing it right.

Raven had accepted a position as a junior dance instructor to build up credit. She was currently in her fourth dance class teaching basic ballet. It was not the way she had planned to spend her Saturday mornings, this semester but if it brought her an inch closer to London…

"Good keep your feet straight." She said bored. "And second position. Good."

Suddenly there was a disturbance outside. Raven's eyes glanced towards the door.

"Uh, third position." She said distracted to the girls whose attention was now fixedly on the door.

Suddenly the door flung open and a frazzled looking Malcolm appeared. An unhappy looking Ms. Cotillard, the head of the ballet department was engaged in a heated argument with Mr. Little the head of the theatre department.

Raven couldn't keep the pure shock off of her face.

"Excuse me Raven sorry for the interruption, but could I borrow you for a moment?" He asked breathlessly.

"Uh, sure."

"Girls practice your pliés until I get back." She said stepping outside.

"Uh, what's going on?" Raven asked.

Malcolm led her downstairs into one of the practice dance studios. Raven entered first.

There was Ms. Cotillard the head of the ballet department engaged in a heated argument with Mr. Little the head of the theatre department. Dick, Kory, Garfield, and a small blonde girl that she didn't recognize were also there. They all look frustrated, tired, and sweaty.

"Wha-" she started unable to keep the shock off her face

Ms. Cotillard silenced as soon as she realized Raven was in the room. The unhappiness that had previously marred her face melted at the sight of her.

"Raven!" she said happily rudely stepping around Mr. Little. "You remember petit allegro and pirouette combination we practiced for the fall, yes?"

Raven's eyes glanced at the group of actors who were watching her curiously.

"Uh, yes?"

"Could you please?" Cotillard asked motioning to the floor.

"Yes, of course." Raven said without giving it a second thought.

She pulled the sweater she had been wearing off and tossed it to the side.

"Do you need a warm up?" Cotillard asked.

"No, I'm good."

She moved to the center of the dance floor and rolled her shoulders back waiting for the music to begin. It was a simple routine. She began in second position and did a number of expert petit allegro which evolved into jeté. She did a few turns, a entrechat quatre, and ending in a pirouette.

"Se magnifique!" Ms. Cotillard immediately broke into applause. "See I told you she was perfect."

"Great," the man see recognized as director of the theatre department, Mr. Little. "She's got the part."

Raven was confused. "Wait what?"

Malcolm interrupted before she could inquire further. "Thank you so much, you won't be disappointed."

"For your sake and mine, I hope not he added. Ms. Cotillard do you mind accompanying me to the Dean's office to assuage some of his worries." They left without another word.

"What's going on? What did he mean I got the part?" she asked as soon as they were alone.

"Raven, you're going to be in the play." He said bluntly.

Panic filled her immediately. "What do you mean I'm going to be in the play! I'm not an actor, I'm a dancer. I won't do it."

Malcolm ran his hands up and down her comfortingly. "Raven, don't worry. There was a problem with the production and it turns out they need a couple of dancer to play some parts. It's just dancing you won't even have any lines."

She felt a little better. "But-"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. We got the call this morning and I knew you'd say no. If you do this they'll give you the credits you need to graduate and then there's nothing stopping you from getting to the Royal." He could see the look of uncertainty in her eyes. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

His hands found their way to her waist. "I told you I'd figure something out." He kissed her on the cheek.

She felt her melt at his touch. She sighed. "It's just dancing?"

He smiled widely. "You'll be great my superstar."

She looked at the stunning man in front of her and hung on to his every word. She be damned if she was going to let him down.

So I know I mentioned Malcolm in the last chapter, but I changed my mind about the role I want him to play in this story so his name in the first chapter has been changed .

So I wrote about four different versions of this chapter before combining two of them and getting this. I'm still not satisfied with it and I can come up with something better I will post it later. I'm not totally in love with this story yet and I'm preparing to study for my LSATs so please guys tell me what you want to happen. Suggestions are encouraged, maybe it will help me get over this plague of writer's block I've been having.

Rating is going to go up