Ch. 2

As I walked down the hallway, the most unbelievable thing was happening: people looked at me. Okay sure, people gave me looks of disgust and hatred but now, they actually looked, looked. I mean I couldn't blame them, they probably heard what happened with…him.

I ignored them and stomped away to my locker. Jennifer Warren passed by with her clique, talking about the latest trends. She did a double take, and strode over to me. Come on! I whined in my head, why now? I took a deep breath and turned to face the Barbie doll. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, probably looking over my outfit.

"You're blocking my way." I said flatly. She murmured something incoherent and I looked at her blankly. I shook my head and was about to go around her when- "I'm sorry about Alexander." –popped from her mouth. I froze and replayed the words in my head and again and again, not believing them.

I'm going to Romania to marry Luna.

I forced back the memory, holding back tears. "What?" I said astonishingly.

"You heard me," she started. "It's just…"

"What?"

"…there's no one to…"

The next words that came out of the hole in her face were so over the line that I dropped my books to the floor and started rolling up my fishnet sleeve. Jennifer had scampered off to her friends and was laughing hysterically at what she told me. I thundered over to her, shooting daggers at her gaping friends.

When Jennifer saw me, she smirked and cooed, "what are you gonna do, freak?"

I pulled back my arm and she finally saw my point.

"Not the bag!" She shrieked. "I just bought this!"

"Oh trust me," I snarled. "It's not the bag I'm going to screw up."

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The Principal's office felt even more unwelcoming than ever. I sat in one of the student chairs, awaiting my 'punishment'. My eyes started drooping with sleep, when the secretary sniped, "Raven! Wake up!"

I bolted awake, but still slouched back down. I stared at the pale tile floor, tracing the lines with my eyes. The soft click-clack of shoes was sounding in my ears. A pair of Lacoste sneakers filled my sight, telling me exactly who it was: Trevor. The fury inside me started to boil up again, making me want to take a black sharpie and draw a line on his shoes. I finally looked up, disappointed I couldn't find a marker anywhere near me.

Trevor smirked at me, looking me up and down. I shot daggers with my eyes and opened my mouth to insult him just as he was going to do the same thing. I snapped my lips shut, feeling my cheeks redden up. I scolded myself for even blushing at the handsome idiot and went back to my I-hate-you façade.

"Come on Monster Girl, I don't have all day." He whined sarcastically.

My eyebrows furrowed, "what?"

"As school president, I, Trevor Mitchell am now officially in charge for detention duty."

My mouth dropped to the floor, causing him to chuckle loudly. I turned away, and banged my head on the wall several times. A weird tingling feeling (one I've never felt before) bubbled inside me-what the hell?! I felt myself reddening up again-damn, stupid blushing.

The secretary left, leaving the both of us alone, yet once again. My eyes flickered to the door several times before I decided on my next move: run. I bolted off my seat, and had my hand on the handle when Trevor came along and closed it back shut. Okay, I'll give this to him; he's stronger than he looked.

My shoulders slumped in defeat, obviously too tired to fight anymore. I glared at Trevor, seeing his eyes fill with sheer amusement. I bit my lip inconspicuously, feeling that weird tingling again. I looked back at Trevor, only to see Alexander.

I blinked twice, trying to see if I was truly looking at him. I felt my eyes water up as Trevor came back to my vision. His face changed from amusement to sympathy and back.

"If I open the door, promise you won't run away?" He sneered. Ah, what the hell. I'm too tired anyways. There is nothing else to do. Keeping up my character, I smirked and growled, "As if."

For the very first time, Trevor didn't insult me, he didn't walk away nor did he try to be all 'I-want-you-like-crazy on me. (Though I kind of didn't mind the last one…now.) I felt myself smile against my will, catching him by surprise. Trevor opened the door and stooped into a low bow. I giggled mentally and broke into a full sprint. School was over and I was probably the only one who had detention. Only that I was busting out.

I rounded a corner of lockers and let myself look back. Empty.

Hah! I lost Trevor. In less than ten seconds, I'd be reaching the door to freedom. Lockers blurred past my vision, and I let out a small hoot of victory. My hopes crashed down, as Trevor popped out of an intersecting hallway, causing me to screech and pivot around the other direction. I ran as fast as I could, (kinda hard with freaking combat boots) not wanting him to catch me. This was a game of survival.

I stopped and made my footsteps light and silent. My eyes scoured the ground, listening for the faintest sounds. I stopped in front of the chemistry room and hoped (so badly) that it was unlocked. The lucky duck I am, the knob turned easily in my hand. I snuck in and shut the door quietly. The room's air conditioner hummed consistently, swaying the plant's leaves gently. Geez, why'd I even go in here? If Trevor manages to find me, damn, I'm dead.

I was about to sneak out of the room when a shadow appeared in the door's window. I froze for a moment before backing up slowly. My footsteps were soundless against eh tile floor. I bit my lip, trying to hold in the fit of giggles fighting to get out. And then the most freaking unbelievable thing happened. My foot slipped on a stupid pencil that just happened to be there!

Of course, a chain reaction started. I gave a yelp of shock as my body crashed against the teacher's desk, knocking over the pile of papers and pens to the ground. Fortunately, I stood my ground, amazed I didn't get a concussion or break anything. The door flew open, framing a victorious looking Trevor. Damn it! I sighed heavily and started to walk to the closest empty seat. I mean, he'd catch me anyways if I tried to run away again. I heard the door click shut and turned around to face him instead.

I gasped as I found out that he was right in front of me, barely leaving any space between us. His face was so close to mine, I could feel the heat coming off him. For an unknown reason, my heart was beating so loud and fast I swear, it was going to burst out any second now.

"Don't you have a tea party to attend?" I sneered sarcastically.

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head saying, "Who died Raven?"

I ignored his comment on my clothes and glared at him instead. Another insult bubbled on my lips when he reached out both of his hands and trailed them up my arms gently, barely touching. I froze instantly. My mind was screaming, kick him in the freaking nuts already!!

But my body liked it. What the hell?! What was going on with me? Instead of doing the violent thing my mind suggested, I backed away, taking slow steps at a time. Each one I took, he mirrored forward. I frantically looked around, freaking desks, why are we in rows! With no escape, my only option was to keep going back. I wasn't filled with any fear-just calmness and that stinking tingling feeling again.

My back hit the wall, causing me to groan in disappointment. Trevor's blue eyes caught mine, finally making me realize that they truly were- hate to say it –gorgeous. I set my mouth into a thin line and sucked in a breath as he brought his lips down to my ear. "Don't worry, I still think you look hot in black," he murmured. "Come to my game tonight-It's okay, you can come out of your coffin, the sun will be down by then."

He chuckled low and brought his face back, in front of mine. Suddenly, both his hands were against the wall, on either side of my head. Oh crap, I've seen these in movies before. Part of me told me to run away, push him, just get away! But the other half wanted to stay, wanted him.

Before I had time to think, Trevor's lips came down on mine. I didn't pull away though, didn't slap him or anything. I…liked it. And honestly, that scared the shit out of me. My moral senses came back to me and I shoved him back and away from me.

"What the hell was that?!" I growled, trying to sound pissed but probably failed because I had no breath left. He grinned and simply shrugged his shoulders. "Just an experiment."

Just a ploy, a practice girl.

His letter came back to my mind again. And this time, it was harder to make it go away. Tears didn't threaten to fall this time- fury overwhelmed me now. My hand clenched into tight fists as I gritted my teeth. Thankfully, Trevor didn't notice, (not that I cared…much) and I looked back at him.

"Well I think I'm done here," I said, pushing my way past him. Once in the hall, I grabbed my stuff from my locker and headed toward the exit. I walked out and praised my freedom. I heard the echo of the school doors opening in the distance again. I didn't have to turn around to check who it was.

"So are you coming tonight- I mean the game?" He hollered. Wow, no insult- must be my lucky day. I kept on walking and didn't so much turn my head to face Trevor. With a swat of my hand I yelled back, "Whatever."

My heart was racing again and I think I have a reason why. I think. I might, just a bit, have a tinsy, winsy crush- ugh –on Trevor Mitchell.

Shit.

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