Hey,
So I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed the last chapter, it all meant so much to me and I'm glad that you all liked it. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint but it probably will do seeing as I haven't slept in 48 hours and I'm food deprived. Thank you school work and chess competition (making chess cool since 2010)

Okay, so this is weird. All the conversations in this are a little surreal but you all know that these are exactly the conversations we're all having at school- I don't care what the rest of the FanFiction world thinks but the average teenager doesn't sit around talking about parties and boys.

I couldn't resist the part about Lysander and the pen. I'm sorry! I just had to.

Next chapter we'll meet Amber and everything will hopefully kick up a notch but until then I thought that all the relationships should be expanded upon. I will add drama in some way and we will meet the rest of the characters soon but until then I've got some quality time with our guys for you all.

Thanks everybody xx

Lysander walked with me down the corridor, his steps evenly spaced and slow (something which I liked because it meant that I could stay in pace despite my little legs) and I kept darting my gaze towards him on the short walk to the classroom but he didn't look at me once. He was quiet, and I could only hear the slow rumble of his breathing and the sound of his footsteps. I disliked it, I hated silence a lot and I constantly wanted to fill it.

"I hate silence," Although maybe I didn't do it successfully.

Lysander turned to me for the first time then as he slowed further, and he gave me a look that I was accustomed to seeing on his face despite the short period of time that I'd known him (a mix between confused and amused) and I realised that I had made a fool out of myself in front of the majority of people I'd met today and it was only just past lunch.

"You're a funny girl," Lysander responded as we neared the History classroom and then proceeded to draw to a halt outside, Lysander didn't go in straight away and instead turned to face me for a second before he made a move to push the door open.

I didn't know whether to be offended or not so I just remained silent for a second, a curious smile forming on my lips as I tried to figure it out, "Is that good or bad...?"

"It's either, it depends what you think about yourself."

"Oh, well I'm not anything special but I think that I'm okay with that. Or I will be," I spoke after a slight pause, choosing my words very carefully because I wasn't sure what exactly I thought about myself. Except the fact that I didn't understand anything and I was acutely aware of that fact.

"Well, 'to love one-self is the beginning of a lifelong romance'," Lysander answered and my smile broke out into a full on grin. He quoted Oscar Wilde, and I really did like his work as well as the beautiful way he had with words. And I liked that someone else was appreciating those words other than me.

"And 'Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit'," I replied before moving past him to open up the door of the classroom and flouncing inside, shooting a smile over my shoulder before slipping into a chair towards the centre of the classroom. I expected Lysander to go and disappear off to sit with his friends but a few minutes later when I'd looked up from my History textbook, I saw that he'd taken the seat beside me and it made me smile slightly.

I liked History, I don't know what it was about learning about the past that was so interesting (especially seeing as everyone you learnt about was dead by now anyway) but I just liked seeing how a single person could help build up a country to how it is today, whether it be for good or for bad.

After the class' chatter had died down and everyone had stopped shooting curious questions my way ("Why did you have to move? I heard that it was because you got expelled from your last school for having drugs in your locker." "I erm heard that your dad is like... A totally big businessmen. Is he really rich?") that got more and more ridiculous as the minutes progressed ("I heard you used to be a pop-star in Germany..." "What's it like being in prison while pregnant?"), the teacher clapped her hands together and with barely a glance at me got class started.

I let my finger trace along the words on the shiny surface of my brand new textbook, and jotted down facts in the notebook that I brought. I'd gone on a mad dash in Staples at the weekend and leaving the shelves practically empty. I'd bought loads of cute little pens with flowers and animals on.

I heard the clearing of a throat and automatically looked up, despite knowing that it probably wasn't directed after me seeing as most people's interest in me had died out by now. But to my surprise, Lysander was leaning across his desk towards me with a sheepish look on his face, "By any chance have you got a pen? I've lost mine."

"A pen? What kind? I think this one with a deer on would be perfect for you," I rummaged around in my pencil case before pulling out the pen in question, holding it up triumphantly before deciding to pass the pen over.

Lysander eyed the pen in the palm of his hand and shook his head, "It's perfect for me?"

I just nodded my head with a light laugh and shrugged up my shoulders, I knew he probably wanted to know why but I didn't know the answer so I didn't provide one. Instead I turned back to my textbook, looking at him only to press my finger to my lips and shush him but when I ducked my head back down a smile crept onto my lips against my will. I saw Lysander fighting back a smile as well out of the corner of my eye.

The class went by as quickly as any class could go, and when the bell rung the twenty or so students hopped from their seats like the plastic had suddenly become burning lava, and the flurry of students that darted towards the door in a wave left me feeling disorientated. My classmates were out the door before I'd even scrambled out of my seat so when I finally managed to ungracefully struggle to my feet I looked around somewhat dazed. I scooped up my books and shuffled them into a neat pile before pulling them to my chest.

I was just about to turn to exit the classroom, thinking that the way had already been cleared as the classroom was deserted minus the teacher, when I slammed into Lysander's chest. I looked up at him through the curtain of my hair that had fallen into my face before blowing it out of the way.

"Careful there," Lysander said in his soft voice as his hands went out to hold the tops of my arms gently as he steadied me, "Don't want to fall."

"I've already made a fool out of myself in front of everyone today, I can handle a fall," I answered as I tried to stop myself turning fuchsia, I think Castiel had already established that it wasn't the best colour on me. "But thanks for saving me anyway."

"You haven't made a fool in front of me," Lysander replied and I stopped the tumble of words that pointed out that I just had. He removed his hands from my arms and then reached across to his desk to pick up his books before holding out the pen to me. "This is yours."

"Hey, you can keep it," I said as I wafted his hand away. "I've already got loads and you might need a spare pen in the future."

He rose up his eyebrows, smiled slightly before pocketing the pen. He tucked his books under his arm before tilting his head to the side in a thoughtful gesture. "What lesson have you got next?"

"Latin."

"Ah, well this is where I bid you farewell. Don't go getting lost, little sheep," Lysander answered before practically sweeping out of the classroom leaving me staring after his back, feeling emotions that I didn't even know the name of. I stood there for a second before following him out.

As the last lesson of the day drew to a close, I found myself yawning into my hand due to the fact that I was feeling a lot more tired than I had minutes before. I rubbed at my eyes as I got slowly to my feet, I don't know what it is about languages that really takes it out of you but I know that I'm definitely not going to become a translator late on in life. I picked up my books and manoeuvred myself through the maze of desks towards the open doorway, smiling at the teacher at the front who was struggling to hold the mountain of textbooks and stop them from creating a landslide.

"Do you want any help?" I asked him and he sighed in relief, poking his head around the tower so that I could see his face.

"Would you?" He said in return, and at my nod he passed me a quarter of his pile. "Thank you so much."

"It's no problem Mr Faraize," I answered as I adjusted to the weight of the books while I shuffled my own things up under my armpit. "Where are these going?"

"To the teacher's lounge," He responded as he walked towards the door and past me, making sure to keep the books balanced as he led me down the corridor with my own stack. The corridors were pretty clear now, there were only a few stragglers who were late out of class or heading towards after school clubs, so it was easy to get down the corridor without having an accident.

The teacher's lounge wasn't that far away so we got there in a short space of time despite having to walk slower in order to keep the books safely in a pile and away from the floor. Mr Faraize opened up the door and gestured with his hand so that I could walk past him. I shuffled past him and into the colourful world of the teacher's lounge. I glanced around quickly, noting the absence of teacher's and I guessed that they were all still in their various classrooms, before placing the books on the table.

"Thanks again," Mr Faraize told me as he put his pile next to mine. "It's Aurora, right? You've been a big help, I would have ended up spilling the books everywhere."

"Well I'm pleased to have helped," I answered honestly before shooting him a smile and exiting the room, pulling the door closed behind me. I stepped out into the now silent stretch of hallway, my footprints as I headed to my locker being the only sound apart from the soft rumble of my breathing. I stopped at my locker, opened it up and pulled out my floral satchel. I opened up the clasp and emptied my books into it before closing it, swinging it up onto my shoulder.

The few students that were in the hallways had now dwindled to just me and it suddenly felt too quiet for me to be comfortable with. I slammed my locker shut, the sound seeming a lot louder in the low hum of the halls. It seems eerie and I have no doubt that if my life was a film, a crazy axe murderer would be prowling the halls to behead me right now. My imagination may be getting the better of me, but I swear that I saw a weird shadow out of the corner of my eye.

I was a sensitive kind of girl; I scared easy, so when I heard footsteps heading towards the stairwell I wanted to slip into my locker and curl up into a ball to make sure nothing could hurt me. It was just the fact that everything was so still, and not in a let's-all-appreciate-the-beauty-of-the-world silence but in a someone-wants-to-kill-you quiet sort of way. The lights had been switched off in the hallways, the only glow coming from under classroom doors and the school had a grey tint to it- like someone had adjusted the settings on a photograph- and all I could hear was footsteps. It was creeping the bejeezies out of me.

I couldn't fit into my locker so my next idea was to run. But apparently I, like numerous blonde cheerleaders, had a complex where I had to go towards the weird noise. I had literally become Velma from Scooby Doo who wanted to search for clues; I don't know why I couldn't be Shaggy. He was my favourite and we both liked food.

That's how I found myself peeking out from behind a door into the stairwell with my breathing heavy, my heart beat pulsing in my ears and my hands clammy. I certainly didn't expect to be in this position when I came to school today.

That's when I spotted Nathaniel heading down the stairs.

I stepped out from behind the safety of the door and breathed a sigh of relief, my hand going out to rest against my heart. Nathaniel stopped his descent down the stairs at the sight of me as his eyebrows twitched up in confusion. He paused for a second before continuing down the stairs, "Aurora?"

"Okay, so don't judge me... But I thought you were a psycho killer who wanted my head above your fireplace."

"Uh... I don't know what to say to that."

"If there is any chance that my assumption is correct, I'd just like to say that Alexy's head would be a 100% better choice. He'd really brighten up the room," I answered and Nathaniel looked at me like I'd just developed a second head. At least if that was the case we could have a head each and I'd still get to keep one.

"I think that you should probably explain some things," Nathaniel said in response as he stopped in front of me, his head angled downwards to face me as he let a chuckle escape his lips.

I took a second to respond as I looked up at him, biting at my lower lip before lowering my gaze to my shoes as I whispered, "... I heard footsteps and I uh, may have jumped to conclusions."

"I don't think you should watch any more horror films."

"That would probably be for the best... Maybe we can just forget that this incident ever happened?" I asked as I raised my head back up to face him. His eyes were crinkling in amusement and he was shaking his head.

"That's not going to happen," He responded and I frowned a little, my nose crinkling up at the same time.

"Then will you keep it a secret?"

"It seems that this is becoming a recurring thing. But I know that this information wouldn't do very well in the hands of Castiel so I'll do the right thing," Nathaniel smiled and I beamed up at him in response.

"Thank you," I said in a sing-song voice as I turned to head back out to the hallway with the little dignity I still had left. I heard Nathaniel's laughter but didn't turn back around, even when he shouted his goodbye to my back. I waved over my shoulder at him before continuing out to the car park.

I clicked the lead onto my dog Lunar's collar and then stepped out into the orange glow of the world that was only achieved during a sunset. The sky was alight with rich oranges and yellows and it was in that moment that I remembered why I loved sunsets so much. The branches of the trees were stark against the backdrop and I smiled to myself.

Tugging the sleeves of my sweater over my hands I took off at a brisk walk- the park, as I realised yesterday- was only a five minute walk from my house and I was going to make good use of that fact. My feet hit the pavement with a relaxing thump and I let the sound of bird calls reach my ears. I don't care what anyone said, a 'soothing' bath or classical music could not beat this. I wrapped the lead slightly round my hand so that I had a better grip and used my other hand to tighten my ponytail.

The roads were empty as they only ever could pre-rush hour and I crossed over to the other side of the street quickly. I turned off into the park, pushing the gate open with my hip as I started to follow the route around the lake in the centre. It really was beautiful; the ducks gliding across the smooth surface.

I made sure to keep Lunar close to my side, she had a thing for chasing ducks and I really didn't want to have to wade into the depths of water to retrieve her like I had on previous occasions. I was barely a fifth of the way around the lake when I heard someone call my name.

I didn't know whether it was just the wind so my head flung round so fast that I nearly hurt my neck, but there to the left of the path was Violette sitting on the bench. She was smiling at me rather timidly, like she was scared I'd shout at her, and waited for a second to see my response (which was a cheerful wave and grin) before she bundled up her sketchbook and headed over to me.

"Hi... Would it be okay if I uh, joined you?" She asked in a quiet voice, looking down at the dirt track beneath our feet. I tucked my arm through hers and laughed.

"Go right ahead," I answered with a big smile and she gave a smaller one in return. She looked down at the dog that was happily sniffing her shoes for a second before looking back at me with trepidation. I gave her a reassuring look, making sure to let her know that Lunar wouldn't hurt her before saying. "She wouldn't hurt a fly... She'd chase it, scare it enough to cause a lasting impact and make it wish it was dead, but she wouldn't hurt it."

Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best way to put Violette's mind at rest. I wrinkled up my nose and cleared my throat as I tried to make up for my comment. "But you're not a fly!"

I must have somewhat made up for it because Violette gently patted the dog's head before returning to her stance of clutching her sketchbook, "She's cute."

"I'll give her that, she is really cute. I dressed her up as Scar from Lion King and she still managed to look adorable- in an evil, Mufasa killer sort of way."

"I've never seen Lion King," Violette answered as she turned to look at me. She shrugged one of her shoulders while she bit down on her lower lip. I widened my eyes at her and then laughed, she must be joking. Everyone's seen Lion King. At the confused look on Violette's face I stopped laughing.

"You haven't seen Lion King?" Violette shook her head and I sighed very deeply. "Okay, we're going to watch Lion King some time. Everyone has to see Lion King."

Violette smiled and nodded her head. "I'd like that."

"I should have known that you'd be the kind of girl with a stupidly small dog."

My eyes darted away from Violette at the sound of a new voice, and rather than my eyes leading me to the newcomer it was instead the pulling of the lead as Lunar tried to run towards a big black dog. My eyes moved away from the dog and up the body of the person next to it until they finally reached the face. Castiel. I continued to feel the tug in my arm as Lunar tried to break away from me but I pulled her back so that she was by my side.

I placed one hand on my hip as I frowned at Castiel, my eyebrows furrowing together as a funny look fell across my face. "She's neither stupid nor small. You can say whatever you like about my love of sunflowers, but you can't insult my dog."

Castiel rose up his eyebrows and stayed quiet for a second before he just full on laughed at me, this made me slightly grumpier and my frown turned into a pout. This didn't help matters in the slightest because Castiel then proceeded to laugh louder. I don't even know what was so funny. I took to playing with the hem of my dress rather uncomfortably as the toe of my shoe burrowed its way into the ground.

Castiel's dog had made use of its owner's distraction and trotted over to look down at Lunar, they looked at each other for a second before they started sniffing one another and I just decided to look away as they got to know one another. Castiel paused his laughter as he spotted the loss of his dog from by his side and then a scowl fell across his face.

"Demon, come back. You can do so much better than that... thing. Your children would look like lab experiments," Castiel yelled at his dog and I rolled my eyes. Violette had been squirming at my side through this whole conversation and now she was practically hyperventilating.

"Lunar, honey, don't listen to the mean man. Any problems with the genetics would all come from his side," I turned to look down at Lunar but she paid no attention to me. The two dogs had ignored both Castiel and I as they continued to sniff and look at one another. If Lunar came back with Demon (literally) babies then I would not be bestowing any approval.

"He hasn't liked any other dog until he met your little rat," Castiel said to me and I stamped my foot, earning a chuckle out of him before he turned back to his annoyed face. "What kind of name is Lunar anyway?"

"It's better than Demon. If our dogs unfortunately mate, then you're certainly not naming the puppies," I answered and Castiel practically growled. Violette looked like she wanted to hide behind me at that moment; she was clutching onto her sketchbook with a lot of force and looked really uncomfortable.

Violette quietly but in with a: "You could both name half of the litter?" But despite a frown from me and a scoff from Castiel, this comment basically went ignored. I really did feel sorry for Violette, she clearly hated when people got annoyed with one another but I wasn't going to let Castiel just get away with saying whatever he wanted.

"You'd be naming them after planets. I don't want any dog called Pluto in the world."

I shook my head while simultaneously huffing in a rather exaggerated way as I replied. "There's already a dog name Pluto in the world. Didn't you watch Disney cartoons?"

"Well I don't want another one, one's bad enough," Castiel was trying to haul Demon away from Lunar now by his collar but it wasn't working out to well. Demon was sneering and if a dog could scowl, he was doing that right now. Lunar was just looking really pleased with herself as she wagged her tail.

"I'll repeat, didn't you watch Disney cartoons? Pluto is the reason I wanted a dog."

"I'm done with this conversation," Castiel said and just shook his head, he was now trying to call Demon while clapping his hands in a bid to get him to come but the dog was having none of it. "Fucks sake Demon. Come on."

I really hated when people swore so I outwardly cringed but Castiel didn't notice because he was attaching the dog's lead in a big to drag him away. I scooped up Lunar into my arms while he was doing this. "One of the perks of having a 'stupidly small dog' hey?"

Castiel just narrowed his eyes at me, grunted and then finally managed to pull the dog away. Demon was still glancing back at Lunar who was wriggling in my arms but Castiel successfully managed to get them both a safe distance from the two of us. Now that Castiel was gone I turned towards Violette and smiled apologetically. "I'm really sorry about that."

"Oh, it's no problem. Castiel can be kind of aggressive sometimes," Violette answered and I had to smile. Bless her, she'd been practically shaking but she still didn't make a big deal out of it. She was adorable.

"Why don't we finish this lap and go back to my house to watch Lion King? I can make us hot chocolates."

"With marshmallows? Of course," Violette said and I let out a quiet giggle before I re-linked our arms as we continued around the lake. Overall, this hadn't been a bad first day. I just wondered what tomorrow would be like.