Chapter 2

"Tadaima…" Secret said to no one in particular as she opened the door to her apartment. Ever since she started attending the Armstrong Private Academy she'd been coming home to an empty apartment. The Armstrong family had bought up a third of the city to house the prestigious school. Therefore, the dorms were apartments, penthouses and duplexes and the cafeterias were cafes and restaurants.

But with all the luxury the academy had to offer, Secret still thought it was rather sad that the 'dorm' she occupied was so empty. She threw her backpack unceremoniously on to her couch before moving towards her bed room. She flipped on the lights as she entered the room and was greeted by a surprising sight.

A boy with long blond hair and white feathery wings was leaning back against her head board. His eyes were closed, apparently in slumber. He was dressed all in white and, dared she think it, he practically glowed with unearthly beauty.

But Secret, not one to be blinded by beauty (unlike Roy), did the only thing she knew would get the boy either to leave or at least explain why he was here.

She screamed.

"Holy Crap! Rapist!"

The boy's eyes flew open. Secret was mildly surprised at the golden color. The boy looked around wildly, hair flying.

"Where's the rapist? I'll make him repent for his sins!" The boy turned to gaze sharply at Secret, "Where is he? Did he hurt you?"
"I was talking about you…" Secret said, using her mad monotone skillz to try to bring the level of chaos down.

The boy raised an eyebrow before looking more than slightly annoyed. He got off the bed and walked up to the girl.

"I am NOT a rapist. My name is Edward and I," Edward got down on one knee and bowed his head, "am you guardian angel."

Secret looked at the strange boy. He certainly did look like an angel. But looking like one and being one were two totally different things.

"How do I know this isn't some trick," the blonde girl crossed her arms, looking down at the boy with hard red eyes.

Edward bit his lip; it would be rather hard to prove he was an angel.

While Edward sat thinking, Secret, taking matters into her own hands, reached for the boy's wings. She ran her fingers across the soft white feathers. They felt warm, unlike any fake costume wings.

But what intrigued her most was Edward's reaction. The boy gasped, shuddered and moaned. Curious, Secret stroked the wings carefully and watched the reaction. The more she touched the wings, the faster and more erratic the golden haired youth's breathing became.

"St-stop it!" Edward said, batting Secret's hand away.

The red eyed girl seemed happy enough at the proof Edward's body gave her. She gazed down at her angel, unsure what to say next.

"So…" Secret shifted awkwardly from one foot to the next, "You understand how to do quadratic equations?"