Hey guys, I noticed I made a few mistakes on my first story, (more like a lot of mistakes, you bad grammared American!) and it was a little boring. It's gonna pick up I promise youuu. I'm just trying to get some background info, introducing the characters, you know blah blah. Things may change a little bit, but nothing overwhelming, I hated it when writers did that. (Their powers are heightened, just so you know.) I know how I want this to end and like the plot but I have no idea how to get to get there so I'm just finna write and see what happens. Anyway~
I forgot to disclaim that I don't own the darkest powers or the characters, or anything to do with it.
Wtf that's like notevenfairbecauseideservebetter. idemandarecount
But, I do own these bag of lays chips I'm about to snuff.
Oh and I'm trying to update a chapter once a week from now on, like a T.V series.
Anyway Enjoy my, teenyboppers~
"Sometimes, you just gotta gopher it." (QoTd.)
Chaptah Tew.
Derek~
My alarm clock buzzed at 5:30 am.
I know what you're thinking,
Why does my alarm clock buzz?
Strange right?
Well Simon always threw fits when he heard my alarm clock going off with its signature screaming, and always grumbled about how he had to try to force his body to go back to sleep, about how 'this is why I always got coal for Christmas and why I was over 6 ft. tall and why I was the worst roommate ever and he will be writing a letter to the President about this.'
I didn't want Coal for Christmas, so I turned it on to a buzzing sound, enough that so my sensitive ears could catch.
Or, you could be thinking, why was I up at 5:30 a.m. on a Monday morning before the first day school.
Why, I'm glad you asked.
I was a werewolf, which means I needed more action for my body, craved it, even. I was a predator by nature, and instead of going around hunting things, I fended it off by lifting weights and doing sets of pushups. Also, I was the team captain of the football team and played on the basketball team, so I had to keep in great shape, and the fact that abs was a great way to try to woo the ladies.
But you know… whatevah works.
I always woke up at this time, got dressed (in workout attire) and began my early morning workout for about forty five minutes, and then got ready for school.
I know, not normal right?
But nothing in this school, including me, was normal.
I got dressed while thinking, what even is normal.
Hmm…
I don't think there really is a normal. Or a perfect, or a weird. It's what's society says is normal, or perfect. Or weird. It's all about experience, interpretation, and more. What you have seen or heard. What you believe.
Okay, getting too deep for 5:30 a.m.
Well, when you're a werewolf, and you had insane strength, heightened instincts, and could read people's minds. This is your normal.
Hey, take it or leave it.
Mind reading isn't what every werewolf's (normal is) each werewolf had a niche, something they were extra good at. Whereas normal werewolves could just feel your emotions, not only could I do that, I could hear them in your mind. My mind was able to control things, like to move the chair from across the room, to the other side of it. That's what scares me, I had to keep that a secret because nobody else could do that, no matter was their niche was. I had no idea what kind of powers I held. Me being able to see into people's minds, people who could mind control, or use any other kind of mind magic, I was immune to it. Not many people knew I could, which made it more fun.
You know, a witch tried to invade my mind, and BAM! Nothing, I'm not a toad. I'm just a very tall boy with social problems.
But on the flip side, it was also verrryyy annoying to hear everything you were saying, or well it use to be until I knew how to control it.
It was simple, actually. I would just tune out everyone else's thoughts out, until I could focus on someone who I really wanted to listen, which actually made it clearer, just poking at someone's mind and searching for what they hid, looking at their thoughts.
And they didn't know a thing.
Which actually kind of made me a creeper,
This is why I don't do it often,
The end.
I was dressed and ready to go down to the gym, and noticed it was 5:40a.m. I rushed down there and unlocked the door.
I really wish I had put my shirt on my nose, and didn't rush in the gym like a hyper kid who had just had his first sugar rush.
I almost died. I tell you.
The smell of lousy sprayed air freshener over sweat made me gag.
I'm glad no one saw that.
Heightened senses aren't always what it is cracked up to be.
I quit complaining and try my best to tune out the stench. I begin with stretches, and run some on the treadmill, trying to get my adrenaline up. I do the usual, sit ups, push-ups; lift some weights, strengthening my already strengthened strength.
Ha! Try that as a tongue twister.
I look at my phone and see that's it's already 6:30.
Time for school!
Oh, yippee. Believe me; I'm smiling so hard on the inside.
I climb up the stairs to the second floor, begin walking towards my room, when I smell it.
The sweet smell of vanilla and cherries mixed together.
It made me freeze, and take a deep relaxing breath of it and savor it. Something in the back of my mind woke, and it made me growl possessively.
Home.
A voice whispers.
Uh, yeah this was technically my home for about 9 months.
The smell made my mind cloud over and I could barely make out the word, but once I heard it, it made the cloud… cloud over and it made me realize I was standing in the hallway, sweating bullets, staring at a door, and it was 6:30 in the morning.
Not suspicious at all.
I walk to my room, while my head clears and get in the shower for the first day of senior year.
Simon was still sleeping when I get out the bathroom and I see its 6:45. It was going to be the same morning routine.
"Simon, get up," I grumble.
"Five more minutes," Simon says and he turns his head away.
"Simon," I sigh, clearly exasperated. "Get up."
"No."
"I will get the water."
He gets up with his eyes wild. "You wouldn't dare."
I raise an eyebrow.
"Fine, fine, I'm getting up. I hope you didn't use all the hot water, but then again, with me in, the shower is bound to get hot."
That's when I just get up and walk away.
Simon and I walk down to breakfast, with our clothes on, backpacks full, and stomachs empty.
When I passed by the door again, I don't smell the smell of vanilla again, and I can't help but feel a little disappointment, but the scent is still a bit fresh and it almost makes me stop and be assaulted by the scent again, but Simon looks over at me and I brush it off by shrugging and we continue our journey down the yellow brick road.
When I get down there, I smell the fresh food of bacon, eggs... wait did I smell what I think I smelled?
Oatmeal!?
Yes!
I bound over there and make sure I get two steamy bowls of cinnamon apple oatmeal, with some orange juice. Also with bacon, grits, eggs, sausages, more orange juice, toast, grits, throw in an egg roll.
The usual.
I sit with some of my friends, Drake and Felix, and we start talking about the new school, and classes.
I can hear them, with bionic hearing, but I really don't pay attention for this oatmeal was seriously more delicious than I remember.
But then again at home, I was the cook of the house. For Simon was lost after "What do you do after you preheat the oven again?" Tori cooked, but it lacked the "lots of love" part. My dad, Kit, was just a sandwich type of guy. So that left me, and as much as I loved oatmeal, I just couldn't get it to the right place.
I'm pretty sure there was a secret recipe that they just weren't telling me.
When breakfast is over, its 7:15a.m and 26 seconds and people start to head across the campus to the school buildings, toward the auditorium for the usual; "back to school" speech starts.
Normal school speeches were mostly about their behavioral code, what is allowed, have a great year, and don't have sex.
However, as I said, nothing was normal here
I see Dr. Davidoff stand on the stage, while we took our sets in the row my row comfy chairs that went higher with each row.
I take one with Simon on my left and Felix on my right, while Dr. Davidoff gets on the stage and is handed a microphone.
"Hello! Welcome to Lyle Academy!"
No shit.
"Some of you are new here, so I'm going to explain that this school is not just your average Joe school, for regular teenagers and such! Ha-ha!"
He stopped expecting us to laugh, like it was an old joke between buddies.
We didn't.
"Anyway," he cleared his throat. "We are here today because each and every one of us, are born with powers, that make you special than average Joes. Lyle academy is a school for kids with each different powers. Some of you are werewolves, some are witches, demons, half demons, cougars, throw in a mermaid here and there, necromancers, sorcerers, and many, many more.
"Here, we pride ourselves for giving you, not only school learning, but also learning to control your powers, how to use them for good, not evil, to protect families, to help the human world."
"There are rules here of course, as I could go on and on about the rules, but I honestly, treat this like a regular place of school."
"We aren't just here to learn to control, but there are bad things out there, called the "Tenebris, That is Latin for dark, usually, we call them the darkest."
"We here, have all touched death, our human selves couldn't fit the new supernatural cells in our bodies, and we failed, until the supernatural powers took over, helping pick back up our bodies, and making us who we are."
"The darkest however, have touched death more than we have, and to put it much simpler, are on the "Dark side," as on is to put it. Their powers are meant to put us and the humans, in danger, simply, because it is joy to them, that's what they live for."
"They are nothing but cruelty, hurt, and to destroy us, so they can control the human world, we are here to make sure that doesn't happen. Their powers are more on a physical scale."
"Which is why we have training classes, to help fight, because not all powers here are meant for fighting."
I loved training classes, they were fun and it was funny to see people wanting to see me fight, and placing bets.
I could feel the energy buzzing around me, like a nest of bees; I looked around to room to see thoughts flying around people's heads. I could hear everyone's,
Except one.
When I was scanning the crowd I was enjoying the buzz, until I got to one's head.
I couldn't read her mind, but by her facial expression, she was terrified.
It was a strawberry blonde, and as if feeling someone was staring at her, she turned to look my way.
Her big, blue eyes widened when she met mine, I gave her my signature smirk, but instead of sending me a wink or a sexy smile usual girls do when they see me, she just kept shyly staring at me. Then after seconds, something clicked in her head and sent me a shy smile.
Huh, weird.
Why couldn't I read her mind?
Mr. Davidoff gave out a cough and we both turn our attention back to the balding man.
He kept talking about the staff and who was teaching who, not that all the exciting stuff was said; nobody was paying attention but buzzing about.
Simon was talking to me, and I was slightly answering, but I kept sneaking glances at her head, willing for it to open. I kept thinking random words. Open sesame, Oh brain oh brain, open to big Derek.
Nothing,
Soon, the bell rang and it was time for homeroom, and I get up with the rest of the kids and start walking down the hall.
I see girls staring at me, I can easily read their mind about what they're thinking about, I shoot them my signature smile, and walk away, knowing that they would be giggling and thinking about me.
Sigh. Typical.
Girls used pay attention to Simon more, but ever since acne cleared, my hair went from greasy to neat, I didn't smell horrible, and Simon threw out my baggy clothes and got me new ones without my consent, I've been stuck with girls trying to ask me to prom in the summer. Like as if I was a reservation.
I didn't trust anyone, as far as I was concerned, most girls were for pleasure,
Well for me anyway.
I went to my homeroom and saw I had Simon and Liz. I saw Mrs. Wang, she was a moderate looking Asian woman with brown eyes, and by sniffing her I could tell she was a half demon of teleportation, an abeo.
World stop!
Welcome to Swerve school! Today's lesson is what an Abeo is!
An abeo is a type of teleporting half demon, it is one of the highest in its levels, it can transport anywhere with displacement distance (which means anywhere the distance needs to be, so like basement to top floor) but it has to be within fifty feet.
K, Carry on.
I sat in a desk in-between Simon and Liz. I knew they were bound to be a couple and only a matter of time before I gag at the thought of them whispering right next to me.
Ms. Wang kept talking to us about how it was important to be here and how exciting that we were seniors and soon get to be in the real world.
Since I was a werewolf, I was most likely to go to a pack, but I had college and plus I wanted to be a lawyer or some shit. I didn't just want to go live with a pack of random shedding dogs the rest of my life.
Other people with powers usually help fighting evil darkened the rest of their lives, and had a normal life on the side. It was all planned.
But like I said, living with shedding mutts just wasn't meant for me.
She handed us our schedules and I saw that I had math next period, then biology, then science. Lunch was after that, and after lunch I had training. We got a fifteen minute break and then finished the last two periods English/history and then I had my class for werewolves every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Then free to roam the campus,
Only to have football twenty minutes later. But practice was tomorrow, so I got to rest.
I started thinking of the blonde. Who I could obviously tell was new here.
Which was weird because most of us have been training all our lives and been at this school since freshman year, it was rare to be transferred because most of us knew what we were when we were born.
Whoever the new transfers are have a lot of catching up to do.
Ms. Wang goes on and on about what homeroom was, which is basically reviewing and just taking attendance and filling us in, occasional people stopping by and surveys.
By then I had to go to math, which was a college level. I liked solving problems based off of facts. You can state two plus two was four based off of knowledge and a fact based off of numbers. But you can't opinionate that two plus two should be five because it sounds better and in your head.
Biology I walked in and smelled the smell again, it was in the back talking to...
I sniffed.
Liz.
I went to the front, which I never did, and sunk down in my seat and didn't want to look back, not knowing the limit of my self-control. I pretended to rest my head on my hand, but really covering up my nose, while my wolf inside was not very subtly telling me to look back.
I didn't, not once.
I wished the teacher would actually make sense and talking something I understood, but I didn't even know what the name was, gender, I was too busy trying to find something to distract me from the oh so sweet smell and the droning voice was only providing me more curiosityto look back.
Finally biology was over and science was just some guy explaining the rules of don't touch anything, seats will not be permanent until partnered soon, don't touch anything, welcome to Lyle academy, and for god's sake don't touch anything!
Tori was in my class and came up to me when he said he had to look for something to show on the overhead.
"Where's the rest of my shit."
"Hi, my lovely sister, I'm good, thanks for asking? Your shit you say? Please do-"
"Oh, shut up; is it in your room?"
The thanks I get to try to be nice.
"Yeah, and you have my box too, just come get it after classes are over."
"Whatever, just be at your room."
And with that, she stalked off.
Lunch came and I sat with the football guys scarfing down the gourmet sandwiches while the strawberry scent was still in the air around me. The guys kept jostling me saying I was for sure getting team captain and the quarter back position, after all the times before I was a great linebacker. It was a team effort with Simon and I, me defensing, him offense…ing, but me being a werewolf with mind powers and strength.
Yeah, I could see that.
Finally, my favorite period is here.
Training.
We didn't get to train today, but out instructor went over the rules about how there would be combining classes, there would be classes where fighting was to be held in the rink as many as they could fit in a day, either one would be knocked out, pretend stabbed, or down for ten seconds in order for there to be a winner in the match. Brutal, broken noses happened, occasional actual stabbing happened, using powers. Around the rink were all types of fighting equipment, like punching bags, lifting weights, dummies, there was even a place for people to shoot things, arrows, guns, BATS, combat lessons, boxing lessons. All types of stuff.
Just to protect us from the darkened.
The darkened did have powers of some sort, dark twisted ones. But they were more inclined to strength. People who casted spells, like Simon and Victoria, had to learn how to fight and cast spells at the same time. Because they could be dead before they could even get their first word out.
Which is why they were important to me (even though Simon complains all the time and Tori is just… Tori.)
I had to protect them, they were family, like dad back home, but he knew what to do. There wasn't anyone to trust, trust meant more responsibility, trust meant letting someone into your heart. Trust meant less oatmeal.
Speaking of oatmeal, when it was time for break, I went to the lounge and heated up the oatmeal packets they had and scarfed down some oatmeal.
When I had English, I held my breath and hurried for a seat in the back.
English and social studies were kind of combined because it was quite similar here.
Thinking I was in safe territory, I let my breath go.
Damn, I should have seen what the girl looked like before I could let my breath go.
I sigh and take a big sniff and immediately regret my life's choices.
Her scent is overwhelming. It makes me…. I don't know?
Jump? Eat her? Sing the national anthem?
My wolf pops up exasperated by my lack of senses.
"Her blood, you idiot."
Oh, makes sense.
Wait, am I vampire?
"No, you just want her blood; it attracts you because it is your type."
Regular werewolves didn't have a type, it was just blood, and sure, when we were hungry, a sweet smelling blood may seem more… appetizing, but I wasn't hungry, I just had oatmeal!
"You just want to taste her."
So because I think she smells good I want to eat her because she smells appetizing. What in the…
"You'll figure it out… ta-ta."
I thought werewolf thoughts were supposed to me more… animal-ish.
I could feel the sweet smeller staring at me.
"H-hi, I'm Chloe." She says shyly.
My fists were gripped tight and I was slightly vibrating, I don't think her eyes caught it but she was looking with her eyes filled with concern.
"Derek." I sat hoping my mumbling attitude would buzz her off.
She got the hint that I didn't want to talk, but I could smell that she was worried and her eyes got wide.
"Nice to meet you, Derek. Hope your… ok."
Jeez, was I shaking that much?
Whatever.
Again, teachers with the introductions as too what we will be learning. Ranging from regular school curriculum to history about supernaturals and myths.
I actually like learning about this interesting stuff to where we come from. It's nice knowing no matter what we look like or what we are, we all come from sort of the same background. Even if I was 6'3 and was mostly taller than everyone.
English is over and I decide to take chances and look over at her once, for I couldn't help myself.
She looks at me and we catch eyes.
"It was like the stars breaking everywhere, we met eyes and I just never felt so, calm, peaceful even. We knew we were meant from each other right from the start."
That's what I would say if I was Edward Cullen, or like those sentimental guys like Simon.
But instead, I give her my signature smile, which left girls blushing, and instead of doing that, she sent me a small smile, like as if she broke down something I had standing between the desks.
I really study her; she had wavy strawberry blonde hair with streaks and big blue eyes.
Sure, girls here were pretty, gorgeous even.
But the sweet smelling cherry had a kind of goddess look to her, she seemed to glow and even if it was for about one second, I couldn't stop from thinking thoughts that should not be thunked while the teacher is thinking about what we should be thinking to think when he thunk about thinking about English thinking what should we do for the remainder of class.
But thankfully, the bell rand and it was time for Werewolf 101.
I quickly get up and head there while Cherry smeller was still packing.
Score one for high speed.
I got to Werewolf classing and see the teacher there.
Walking in, I realize it was the girl mind I couldn't read from earlier.
The teacher interrupts my thoughts with his serious voice.
"I am Mr. Joines, and welcome to Werewolf teachings, where I shall tell you the changes you will experience while being a werewolf, controlling your urges, strengths, mating, packs, omegas, alphas, and the rest you need to know about werewolves.
That sounded like a puberty speech.
As soon as class is over, I hurry to meet Victoria who was at the end of the hallway talking to Liz.
"Yeah, oh I gotta talk to you later; meet me at my dorm, ok?"
"Yeah sure." Liz replied back and she walked away.
"You ready?" I ask her.
"Let's go, mutt."
I love my sister.
We arrive at her dorm and she opens the hallway and we walk through.
The smell hits me and I know the same girl who I have wanted to sniff all day was behind this door.
OR a new car!
I was hoping for the second option.
No such luck
When I walk into the room, I immediately take notice of the room and see the room, and then look to my right, see Victoria's side, very Victoria ish, the my left I see many pinks and blues, and a girl dancing on her bed.
Don't see that often.
If I had walked in, I would have thought she was having medical issues, but because she had headphones, "dancing" while simultaneously jumping on her bed while her dog was jumping with her, and singing lyrics too loud for my sensitive ears.
Demi Lovato "Cool for the summer"~
Shh... Don't tell your mother Got my mind on your body and your body on my mind
Got a taste for the cherry, I just need to take a bite
Chloe was doing and imitation of her moving slow motion and body rolling and shaking her butt in her dogs face. (Take me down) Take me down into your paradise
Don't be scared 'cause I'm your body type
Just something that we wanna try (wanna try)
'Cause you and I (you and I)
We're cool for the summer
Her jumping on her bed while singing to the top of noise and moving in a calm, fluid… seizure-ly like way. (Take me down) We're cool for the summer
(Don't be scared) 'Cause I'm your body type
Just something that we wanna try
She was body rolling during the chorus, while her dog was jumping around her. She had a very unique singing voice, the mix between rubbing your nails down a chalk board while singing high notes and sounding like a panting runner who just ran a 5k during her normal tunes.
She was more jumping then dancing, and her body was doing twitchy movements while make facial expression that no one should express on a daily basis. I give the girl credit though, if there was a golden medal for "trying," she would definitely by a shoo 'in.
During the last part of the song she started to the sprinkler, and I knew she was going to see us.
Me, staring with a smirk on my face, and Victoria recording this on her IPhone.
When she got the rinse, she stopped and stared at us staring at her.
You would have thought her mom was a tomato and her dad was a human, and then BOOM.
A red human.
She looked at me then Victoria, Victoria's phone, me, her dog, her phone.
She then very slowly got down from her bed, sat of the edge of it, and sat very still, and sat there.
I think she wanted us to like, think she disappeared and wanted us to go away.
"Very nice dancing skills Chlo! I didn't know you had that in you!"
I liked the name Cherry for her; her scent of vanilla cherry was overwhelming, and she was red.
"Ha… haaaaaa…." She tried to laugh it off, but Victoria gave her a look and they both busted out laughing.
"Hey Chloe, do you mind bringing this box down to Derek's room, it's his stuff, I would but, Liz Is coming in and someone has to let her in, and because I REALLY don't feel like it? See my predicament?"
"No, not even a little bit, but sure." Chloe turned and smiled at me.
"Derek, right?"
I grunted at her, and nodded.
"Yay! Introductions! Now let's go, he has my super-secret diary and thongs."
"Aaand we are going!" Chloe states.
I grab my box of boxers, and we head out to my room, which was down the hall.
Now that I was hanging with her, the scent wasn't that bad, hard to ignore, but not impossible.
"So, you're the infamous Derek the bad boy, who doesn't talk to anyone but has the really nice butt and great hair?" She jokes.
"I guess." I grunt.
I stay silent and walk, giving her the cold treatment, so she would just leave me alone. Why? Because it was simple, girls try to talk to me, I ignore, and they go away and go run to Simon.
"I agree with the hair, but the butt… Ehhh, a few more squats."
"Oh."
She sighs; I wish I could read her mind, to see if I could get to her. Nothing.
"You know in English, you didn't really say much, you know. Just kind of sat there solid, like the hulk, but whiter, and still. Plus you didn't rip off your shirt."
"Cool." I say.
She gives a couple more comic tries, but I give her no response.
"You know what your problem is?" She says, clearly frustrated.
"I'm too good-looking?"
"No, you have all these girls, wanting you!"
"Jealous?"
"No, let me finish. You always have girls wanting to be with you." She put on this high voice, mimicking them." 'OH Derek! Hi Derek! OMG Derek!'" You've never had a girl friend."
She rethinks that.
"Not like a girlfriend, like a girl who is your friend, in a platonic, totally normal friendship. You need someone like that, not all those girls throwing themselves at you. You know?"
"Your point?"
"I'm going to be your girl friend." She states after a moment.
I raise my eyebrow.
"Oh you know what I mean."
She play punched my arm.
"You won't last." I say.
"Oh yeah!" she says. "Bring it on, HULK!" She lifts her arms and makes muscles, kissing them each one.
We reach my room and get the key and open the door. I put the box down and get Victoria's. I carry it back to their room while Chloe plans on how this friendship is gonna work.
"You and I? BFFLS. I'm telling you. You are gonna LOVEEEE me!" She rubs in my face.
"Yeah, ok."
"Okay, this Friday, we are going to watch a movie in my place, and you're gonna love it!"
"I don't like movies."
She gives me a look.
"What," she takes a deep breath. "Even was your childhood? First Meek Mill disses Drake, and now this?"
I roll my eyes, Meek mill is just stupid.
"Whatever, Chloe, you know your just gonna give up, right?"
"Derek, that's what you expect me to do, girl's want to be you girl friend, and have… you-know-what with you, I'm just trying to be a friend, no scratch that, You're BEST friend."
"Whatever Chloe, Friday it is."
"8p.m, bring proper attire, a footsie should do it, and I accept gifts in cash form."
"Whatever."
"Goodbye DerBear."
"Bye, Cherry."
She blushes at my nickname.
I walk off and look back at her still staring at me with a small smirk on her face.
I tried to read her mind one more time, but it fails. Miserably.
When I reach our dorm, Simon and I met up with some guys and walked the campus a little while her flirted with girls and I flirted with my oatmeal.
At night, Simon kept talking about something but my mind was elsewhere.
Chloe, the girl whose mind I can't read her mind, smells like blood I want to eat, and is trying to be my friend.
I knew this can't happen, dangerous. She was just another girl, she will give up when she realizes I won't cooperate. She will stop trying.
They always do.
I knowww another long and BORING CHAPTER.
But I will blame Derek because I played a hunger simulator and he stabbed me with a tree branch. -_-
Have some respect.
But Chloe and Derek. Huh? Huh? OTP IN THIS HIZZ HOUSEE.
Just a full POV of Derek, and it's just him, I was going to add Chloe, but that last line has so much impact that I just HAD to end that chapter there.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed and like I said a chapter (Maybay two?) Will be up at least every Frida because I am obsessed with this story, I dream about it, I type about it, I brag about it… To no one because I have no friends.
Many of you want that hateful Derek, but don't worry he is the same sarcastic ass, but just more cocky and hot because we all know when we pictured Derek I didn't image him with pimples I imagined him… HAWT cuz he is (pimples or not because pimples are a sign of maturity.)
Melanie Martinez- sippy cup (is an amazing song).
Okay, so I think that's it and 17 pages long on a word! I love long chapters.
I know you want lemons, I do too, but we gotta have that relationship development doe.
K byee~
Swerve.
p.s I like read over this like once, and usually I do this like 204 times just so everything is perfect, but I wanted to get this chapter up so there may be mistakes! But it is 7:11 a.m and I wanted to have this up in the morning for you to read, DON'T FORGET TO CRITICIZE MY ASS.
K bye 4real.
