Carry On

by BibiNicole94

This is a story about Eva Lynn Ainsworth, Lysander's cousin who had just lost both of her parents in a horrific car crash. As her Aunt and Uncle are her only living relatives she is put into their custody. She chooses to live with Leigh and Lysander in the city of Sweet Amoris, and soon meets everybody's favorite rebellious red-head. Note: This is set AFTER the game's content.

2. Chapter 2: Welcome to Sweet Amoris

Carry On… #2: Welcome to Sweet Amoris

Less than a week after the car crash, my aunt and uncle had me enrolled into Sweet Amoris High School. It took a little convincing, and a lot of "I'm okay, really" lines, on my part. I really didn't see it necessary to keep me away from school, just because my parents had died. I just wanted to move on with what life I had left. And frankly, sitting around doing absolutely nothing was driving me more insane than my parents being gone did. I hadn't seen much of Castiel since our hyper dramatic meeting other than a few times when he had come over, only to take Lysander wherever the hell they went with that guitar and amp. Oh how I missed my guitar! At times, I found myself wondering exactly how much convincing that Castiel would need, in order for me to play his guitar for just a short hour. I even managed to write some song lyrics. But part of me knew that I would never be able to put them to use again. My band was all the way in California. And I hadn't even thought to try contacting them, at all. They probably hated me. With a sigh, I cradled my left arm-which needed to be babied since I had managed to get a hairline fracture on my radius from sleepwalking my way down the stairs. Really, the damned thing only hurt if I bumped it against anything. I didn't feel the need to wear anything special for my first day of school, just black skinny jeans, a red tank top, my favorite black leather jacket and red and black checkered Converse high-tops. It took me a matter of twenty minutes to straighten my half black, half red hair to perfection-a new record! Of course I was extra careful to make sure that my bangs would cover my yellow eye. I wasn't as secure with the Heterochromia as my cousin, Lysander, was. I lined my eyes with black, liquid eyeliner; making sure to carefully and perfectly create a "cat's eye" effect-"Cleopatra makeup" one of my friends always called it. I didn't even bother to put foundation or powder on, for once not a single pimple invaded my face.

Lysander walked beside me, silently, delved deep into his own thoughts, as was I. I thought about my parents, as we walked. It seemed like just yesterday we were heading here for a visit, and now… "I still expect them to come pick me up and tell me that all of this was just a cruel prank, even though I watched them be buried."

"It just feels like a nightmare." Lysander muttered, echoing my thoughts to perfection.

"What?" I didn't understand why he had suddenly spoken.

"I was responding to what you just said." He said, as if it were a matter of fact.

"I didn't say anything. Other than 'what?'…and this sentence."

"You did. You said: "I still expect them to come pick me up-"

"Was I thinking out loud?" I hummed. It was weird that I hadn't realized that I just spoke.

"I guess you were." Lysander sighed, voice monotoned yet soft and comforting. "I apologize for intruding on your vocalized intrapersonal dwellings."

"My what?"

"I think out loud, too. Usually when I'm very stressed out, though. Although, I'd say that 'stressed out' would be quite the understatement, given your situation."

From the corner of my eye, I watched Lysander's notebook falling onto the ground from his jacket's pocket. Lysander continued on, muttering about "vocalized intrapersonal dwellings". Whatever that meant. I grabbed the fallen notebook and stashed it inside of my backpack. When I caught back up to him, he hadn't even noticed me falling behind at all. Lysander continued: "-I hope you understand that you can talk to us."

"About what?" I asked, as casually as possible.

"…Anything. Everything."

"Oh. Well, you guys are family. I know I can talk to you and Leigh-Rosa, too-about anything." I said with a broad, toothy smile.

Lysander smiled back at me, softly. "Is anything bothering you, right now?" he asked.

I took a moment to think, before just outwardly responding. "Not really, no. I mean, my arm is a little sore today. And, I guess I might be feeling a little nervous about school."

"It's nice to see that you aren't stressing the bigger issues in life."

"Like what?"

"Most teenagers would be crushed if they lost their parents…" he said, now frowning.

"Well…I am. I just…don't feel it. I guess." I almost muttered after a long, awkward pause. That seemed weird. I'm crushed, but don't feel it? It made no sense.

"Fair enough." Lysander chimed, then pointed to a large grey building with a bus stop in front of it. "Almost there. You do have everything that you'll need, right?"

"Photo I.D., money, paperclip, boobs, vagina, hair, eyes, nose-"

"Thank you…as if I needed your anatomy pointed out to me." Lysander said with a long sigh.

"You asked." I scoffed.

As we approached the bus stop, the familiar aroma of cigarette smoke teased my nose and made my mouth water with excitement. Lysander scrunched his nose up in displeasure-obviously we had different tastes when it came to nicotine. When the source finally came into view, my heart skipped a beat. It was Castiel who was smoking a cigarette. And not just ANY cigarette. My favorite brand, Marlboro Smooth. I swooned. It had been a total of 2 weeks since I last smoked, and I hadn't realized until this VERY point in time. "Must you smoke IN FRONT of the school, Castiel?" Lysander said, smirking at his friend. "The principal can see you, you know."

Castiel took a long drag from his cigarette before bothering to reply. "Yes." He blew smoke out of his lungs. "And I don't really give much of a shit." He flicked the ashes off of the end of the cigarette, then, his eyes turned to me. Up and down, the grey gaze studied my body, and my cheeks burned as blush creeped onto them. Lysander raised an eyebrow. "Didn't think your parents would have put her in school so soon." Another drag.

"Neither did they, she insisted." Lysander responded, almost curtly.

"Can I bum one of those off of you?" I asked, hoping that I wasn't crossing a boundary. I just REALLY wanted to smoke.

Lysander frowned, and Castiel looked downright shocked. As if a girl asking for a cigarette weren't a common occurrence. "I'm not sure I should do that…" Castiel said, carefully. His eyes were locked onto Lysander's, as if he was silently asking permission.

"Pleeeeeaaaaase!" I begged him, doing the best impression of a sad puppy that I could, complete with eyelash batting and fake tears. "I'm dying! It's been, like, almost two weeks since the last cigarette I smoked!"

Lysander's eyebrows knitted together, and he looked much more displeased than what he did when he noticed Castiel checking me out. "You've smoked before? You're fifteen."

"I'll be sixteen in a couple of months!" I shot back, feeling angrier than what I should have been. "Besides, I had a life before my parents died. And I wasn't some cookie baking goodie-two-shoes with a white picket fence outside of my house type of princess, either." Pushing my anger aside, I smiled as innocently as I could have. "I started when I was thirteen. I was dating a boy-Nick, he was sixteen at the time, eighteen, now-he told me that if I didn't smoke cigarettes, pot and give him head, I couldn't be his girlfriend. I mean, I liked him, so-"

"I'll just leave you two to your cancer." Lysander muttered, already heading toward the school. He didn't even give me the chance to ask where I needed to go.

Castiel lit a second cigarette and held it out to me. "I haven't seen him get angry that quickly since my ex tried to convince me to go on tour with her." He chuckled.

Before I bothered replying, I placed the cigarette to my lips and took the longest drag off of a cigarette that I had ever taken in my entire life. The minty flavored nicotine tickled my taste buds, and stimulated my salivary glands to the point where I had to spit the great amount of liquid out before talking. "He shouldn't be. I was thirteen, I made mistakes. I was stupid. And besides, that guy is LONG gone. To me, anyway. Another long drag off of the cigarette. "If Lys knew everything about that relationship, I'm sure he would be blowing steam from his ears. And aside from that, if I didn't start smoking because of Nick, I'd have started smoking because of my friends."

"Your ex was that bad?" Castiel said with a small smirk.

I moved my bangs away from my eye, and pushed them back to show the white scar that started at the end of my eyebrow and stretched to my ear. It was the scar that always reminded me to stay away from him. "He cheated on me, one of the many times that we were together, after a short break. When I confronted him he smashed a beer bottle over my head and told me that it was my fault, because I wouldn't have sex with him. Because he needed more than just oral. Then, he dumped me. My parents were furious about the abuse. A few months later, he came back into my inbox begging for me back. I told him no. He threatened to kill my parents, himself, me, my friends, even my Goddaughter. He's gone as far as contacting all of them, and explaining in detail in voice messages how he would kill them all. Every time that I've changed my number, he finds it. We all have even gone as far as getting restraining orders. It just makes him angrier. He's fucking crazy."

"Wow. I mean…that actually pisses me off. And I don't even really know you." Castiel sighed, heavily. He took another long, almost thoughtful drag off of his cigarette.

"Well, my name is Eva Lynn Ainsworth. Welcome to my nightmare!" I giggled, after taking an equally long and thoughtful drag. I didn't know if I should have mentioned the fact that the relationship had only ended a little over six weeks ago, and the threats had continued coming in-thus leading us on our little road trip. I wondered if Nick would laugh, knowing that we had been in a crash, and that my parents had passed away.

I studied Castiel as he stubbed his cigarette out on the sidewalk. Red hair-dyed, judging from the black roots that sprouted from his scalp-great style-black leather jacket, black skinny-styled jeans (but not exactly skinny, because the fabric didn't cling to his legs like a leech)-really cute face, captivating grey eyes. He definitely was a dream. A dream that seemed to enjoy looking my body up and down. "Castiel! Why don't you stop wasting your time on little sluts, like her?" A shrill, envy-filled voice cut through my enjoyment from behind me. Castiel just rolled his eyes at the girl. "Am I not enough of a whore for you, or something? First Deborah, then that one girl, and now this little whore?" I turned around to look at this stranger, who seemed to think that she knew everything about my sexual life. She was the perfect embodiment of an insecure, shallow, jealous Barbie doll. Her blonde hair was curled and held tightly together by at least three cans of hair spray. She wore enough makeup that a clown would be jealous, and her bra had so much padding that her breasts looked fake.

But I was the whore? "Whore? Moi? Honey, I've seen actual prostitutes before, and I hate to be the one to say it, but they look just like you. Now would you please move along? The hideous amount of hair spray that you cursed your hair with is about to make me gag."

"Excuse me? Lin, Charlotte, did you hear that?" The girl asked to her equally fake friends. Clearly she was shocked. And clearly, not many people had the lady-balls to put her in her place. Castiel laughed so hard that he seemed to be holding onto my shoulder for support. The girl's neck turned red, from anger, but very little redness showed through her makeup.

She was almost face-to-face with me when she raised a fist. I didn't blink. I've seen kittens more threatening than her. "Unless you want me to put my cigarette out in your eyeball, I suggest that you take your wanna-be perfect Barbie doll self into the school. Or the circus, I mean you look ridiculous enough to be confused as a clown. I'm sure they would love you, there." I mused.

The girl scowled. "I'll get you, bitch." Then, the girl and her mental clones stalked away to the school. I couldn't help but laugh as they almost broke their ankles at least three times, getting their four-inch stiletto heels stuck in between slabs of concrete. They reminded me of a little group of newborn deer, in the way that they stumbled around.

"It's so cute that your stalker thinks that she's tough shit." I giggled. I took my final drag, and stubbed my cigarette out right beside Castiel's, feeling his heated gaze on my butt.

"That was priceless." He laughed, when I turned to him.

"I've learned how to deal with people like her." I said with a sigh. "At my old school there was literally seven of her. Obviously, she isn't used to people defending themselves. Who just lets someone get away with saying crap like that?"

"You'd be surprised." He smiled, contently. Without another breath, Castiel made his way to the school's courtyard. I followed, mostly because I didn't know where to go, partly because I wanted to check out his butt. It could have been the jeans, but that ass looked to be perfect. Then, he turned. Slowly, my eyes made their way up his body to his reddened face. "Are you looking at my ass?" he asked, humor laced his voice like THC laced my favorite bud. It was almost difficult to look him in the eye.

"I like guy butts!" I admitted, throwing my hands up in the air, then giggled. "My bad. Maybe you should stop having a nice butt. And besides! You look at my boobs, and butt every chance you get. Why can't I do the same? I mean, it's kinda like…returning the favor."

Castiel's eyes gazed at my breasts once more, and I responded by pushing them together-just a little bit-to tease him with more cleavage. Then, his entrancing grey eyes slowly ate up the view of my body, and finally landed on my face. I smirked, he blushed even more. "You should get your registration crap done…" he murmured, now fiddling with a strand of synthetically red hair.

"Oh, but I just started enjoying your company…" I faux-whined.

He chuckled in response. "I'm sure your cousin wouldn't agree with you enjoying my company. I'm sure no one would, now that I think about it."

"Oh, fine. If you really care about what other's think, so be it." I sighed, offering a pout to him before walking away into the school. A quick glance back told me that he was watching my every step.

~Castiel's P.O.V.~

After I watched Eva slowly, very slowly, walk into the school's doors, I walked through the gymnasium, straight into the Boy's Locker Room. Class would start in roughly fifteen minutes, but like usual the locker room was empty. Luckily, I was free of Amber AND Nathaniel for this class. ONLY this class though. As I began changing into my gym uniform, I silently told my "little" member to calm himself. Not once had I ever met a girl so alluring, someone who could give me a hard-on JUST by flashing some cleavage and walking away from me. Eva was definitely something else. I heard a cat call whistle from behind me. Furious, I turned to see who dared to intrude on my thoughts but found Alexy, the blue-haired wonder-boy. Staring right at my boner. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed, hurrying to put my gym shorts on. Really, the shorts did nothing to cover my hardened member, but they at least helped me to feel a little more…covered.

"I'm just going to pretend that I don't see THAT, and just ask why you're hanging out in the locker room, alone, only in your boxers, with a hard dick? I saw you with that new girl. She's really pretty." Alexy had always seemed straightforward, yet slightly cautious around me. But since he helped me out last year, the cautiousness dropped away. Honestly, the only reason that I didn't wring his neck in that exact point in time was because I owed him one, for helping me. "I know it hasn't been long since, well, the whole Candy-thing, but I think you and that girl would be perf!" His smile was carefree, but serious.

The mention of her name-Candy-made my dick instantly go limp, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't ever say her name around me again." I growled. Though it did help with my little predicament, it did not mean that I wanted to think about her.

"Sorry 'bout ya, bro. But I don't want to talk about her! I want to talk about Pretty Girl, the one with the red and black hair and pierced septum. I wanna take her shopping with me!"

"What's there to talk about? She's Eva Ainsworth. She's-"

"Absolute perfection!"

"She's Lysander's cousin."

~Eva's P.O.V.~

Students stared as I awkwardly searched for the room that I needed to find. "Would have been nice for him to show me where I need to go. Oh well, he didn't seem to have much oxygen in his brain. He wouldn't have been much help." I thought to myself. Seemingly out of nowhere, I was shoved into the lockers, injured arm first, by a sharp elbow to the ribs. If only I had been paying more attention. I wasn't surprised to see the blonde bimbo and her Barbie crew stumbling away, giggling furiously. "What the hell is your problem, bitch?" I yelled after her, struggling to pull myself to my feet. Lysander seemed to appear beside me and helped me stand up, as pain swept through my arm.

Barbie crew stopped, turned, and offered me a sugary-sweet smile that made my skin crawl with disgust. "You're my problem, whore." Blondie laughed. "Did I make your wittle boo-boo worse? Poor wittle baby. Stay the fuck away from Castiel! Do you fucking understand me? Or are you too much of a STUPID WHORE to know English?"

"Castiel?" I scoffed. "You think I WANT him? I just met the dude! On top of that, I JUST got out of a relationship! I don't want ANYBODY! You're fucking pathetic, Blondie! Assaulting someone that you don't even know, just because you THINK that she's stepping up on a guy who isn't even yours!" I was inches away from her, though her heels made her tower over me, it was obvious who was more fearful-seeing as she was trying to open space up between us. "Do you understand me, bitch? Or are you too much of an incompetent excuse of a human being to be able to comprehend the English language?" I mimicked her last two questions, same tone and everything, just edited it so that it actually sounded intelligent. "I could break you in half if you were a fully grown, three hundred pound man made of all muscle, my dad made damn sure of that. Test me, bitch!"

Lysander grabbed onto my wrist and began pulling me away from her. "Eva, this isn't worth it." He said as calm and in control of a growing cat fight as he could possibly be.

"Yeah!" Blondie laughed, eerily having an exact resemblance to a hyena. "Go on home and cry to your mommy and daddy! Stupid bitch. Oh wait! They probably left you because of how much of a WHORE you are!" she called out.

Rage seethed through me, searing my veins in heat, making my vision only see red. I felt myself be tossed over a shoulder. My vision managed to focus back to normal. Lysander had thrown me over his shoulder and was walking away from the growing scene. "Let me go!" I demanded, desperately trying to wiggle away from his grip, to no avail. "You're fucking lucky, bitch!" I yelled out to Blondie, who was smiling as if she had won anything. Far from it. "You wait! He can't be around all the time to save you! I'll rip your fucking heart out, bitch!" Then, the doors closed and Lysander was carrying me across the courtyard. I had no idea where he was taking me. We passed over gymnasium floors, and I decided that it would be wise to take my frustration out on Lysander's back. I punched as hard as I could, and even attempted to kick him in the face a few times. Finally, he placed me, feet first, on the floor of what seemed to be a locker room. I blew up in that very instant. "What the FUCK was that, Lysander?" I yelled, my voice echoed and it sounded completely foreign. I shoved my cousin against the blue lockers, which rattled in protest. "You heard what that cum guzzling dumpster slut said! You're an ass hole!" My heartbeat thumped loudly in my ears, it almost made me feel like I was deaf.

Lysander fixed his gaze on mine, and he simply stated: "Yes, I heard." Like usual, his voice was calm, I couldn't believe that he was calm. "And, obviously, you're much stronger than Amber. But beating her will solve nothing, and just cause you more problems. It's your first day, you do not want to make a bad rep for yourself with administration-"

"I don't give a fuck about getting a bad rep! That bitch needs a thorough ass kicking!"

"I'm very well aware, but-"

"EXCUSE ME!" Castiel's voice echoed off of the walls. "No girls allowed! I feel violated." He stood, only wearing gym shorts with the grey elastic band of his boxers poking out from the shorts. My eyes lingered on his chest and abs, my mouth almost watered. Castiel's body was nicely defined, not bulky, and absolutely perfect. My cheeks warmed, and all anger seemed to escape from my body. Then, I noticed the playful smile that seemed to light up his face.

"Pssh!" I snorted back, as playfully as I could. "Who just walks around the locker room with their shirt off? Weirdos, obviously."

"You don't seem bothered." He smirked.

Lysander quickly grew uneasy. "Oh, why would I?" I said with a wink, as I smoothed my bangs back over my yellow eye. Then, I turned my gaze back to my cousin and raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over my chest sternly. "Besides, it wasn't I who brought myself in here. Why would my dear cousin think it wise to drag me into a boy's locker room where my poor innocent eyes might be defiled by the breasts of an attractive male?"

"I simply assumed that no one was in here. Usually no one is, at this time." His discomfort was so obvious that I almost began to feel bad for him. Then I remembered that he had practically made a fool out of me. "Maybe we should leave."

"Oh no! My eyes have already been defiled by the glorious breasts of man!" I sighed, dramatically throwing my forearm to my forehead, damsel in distress style. "I simply cannot look away!"

Castiel laughed.

"Do I have to pick you up again?" Lysander asked, sternly raising an eyebrow at me.

"Can you not?"

My cousin motioned a hand toward the door and began walking without another word. I followed, slowly behind hardly able to keep my own maniacal laughter to myself. Lysander turned to me when we were in the gym, with a sigh. "That was a mistake. I shouldn't have taken you in there. I apologize."

"As if I haven't seen worse." I muttered with an obvious eye roll. "I still need to get my registration taken care of."

I'll take you!" An absolutely adorable guy with blue hair, dressed in flashy, technicolored clothes said. He was walking from the locker room. Odd. I hadn't noticed him. His happy and obviously carefree smile seemed contagious to me, and very much reminded me of someone. "I'm Alexy! Lysander, Castiel wants to talk to you."

Lysander knitted his eyebrows together, confused. If he had something to say, he could have said it before him and I had left the room. But, without an argument, my wonderfully patient cousin shrugged and walked back to the locker room.

Alexy wrapped his arm around my shoulders and sqeezed. "I hope you don't mind. I just think that you're so gorgeous!"

"And you had to be friends with me?" I giggled, finishing what one of my best friends back home always said to me, and any other attractive girl. I smiled as I remembered him. He was like a brother that I never had. Alexy was practically a spitting image of my friend, except Alexy seemed a lot more feminine.

"Oh! Exactly! I thought I was the only person that said that!" Alexy gushed.

"My best guy friend, Ravyn says it all the time!"

~Castiel's P.O.V.~

"Do you like her?" Alexy asked me, after I briefly explained how I met Eva. As if it was really important. I didn't sign up for fifty questions from Alexy.

I shook my head, and laughed. "No. I find her attractive. Very attractive actually. But don't go that far. I'm done with feelings, I'm done with dating, I'm not getting screwed over again."

"But you wouldn't mind, you know, fucking her?"

Woah. Alexy definitely caught me off guard with that one. My cheeks felt warm and I gave an exasperated sigh. "I mean, hypothetically speaking…"

"Hypothetically speaking?" Alexy repeated, then laughed. "How does one 'hypothetically' want to have sex with someone?"

"Well…if you could take a few…aspects away from her. Like the fact that she's Lysander's cousin…he'd be pissed. If you just watch at any point that I go around them, he doesn't even like me talking to her." I chuckled, there was no way that I'd be willing to ruin my friendship with Lysander. Now that I gave it a thought, it didn't surprise me that Lysander was so protective. Eva was beautiful, and basically one of the few family members that he had left.

"If he thinks that you'd hurt her, he doesn't know you as well as you think he does!" Alexy huffed. "I mean, Deborah made that fight between you and Nathaniel, and then dumped you; then Candy just cheats on you, and up and leaves to move to Australia with that surfer-boy! Not once have you EVER hurt a girl."

"Uh…yeah." I couldn't deny that he was wrong. I just wasn't very used to talking to Alexy. Sometimes, like this time, he was like a girl, meaning he talked A LOT and got emotional about A LOT. I didn't mind too much, his company was nice, especially after he informed me of Candy cheating on me. "Thanks again."

"No problem! I can't stand people like that. Trifling hoes. It's like the heart of another person doesn't matter. How can someone be so…self-obsessed, to only care about their feelings? Cheaters make me so mad! Good riddance, I say, though. Because you KNOW that he is going to do the same to her. Why give up on love and relationships, though? You don't think that I haven't had my heart stomped on? When you find someone that you feel for you go balls to the wall about it! You really have nothing to lose!"

I glared at Alexy. I did not want a lovey pep talk.

An outburst of chatter, and the yelling of a feminine voice cut me off before I could say a word-thankfully. Alexy and I went to see who it was. And of course it was Eva, arguing with Lysander. Amber had apparently pissed her off, and she was displeased at Lysander for not letting her fight Amber. Eva looked as she did before-left arm curled in a sling, leather jacket…she was absolutely captivating. Her bangs were messy, and showed her gold colored eye which matched her cousin's perfectly. Her cheeks were reddened by fury, and I could tell that she REALLY wanted to cause bodily harm to her cousin. "EXCUSE ME!" I announced, my voice echoed off of the concrete walls, and sounded angrier than I had intended. A smile crept onto my face when they looked over. "No girls allowed! I feel violated."

Eva looked me up and down. Her two-colored eyes lingered on my chest and abs, and Lysander rolled his eyes, sighing in exasperation. Beside me, Alexy giggled. "Pssh! Who just walks around the locker room without their shirt on? Weirdos, obviously." She finally shot back, after tearing her wandering eyes away from my body.

"You don't seem bothered." I chuckled, my devilish smirk came easily.

It quickly became painfully obvious that Lysander was uncomfortable. Eva smoothed her bangs over her gold eye and returned my devilish smirk. "Oh, why would I?" Eva seemed to coo. Then, she turned her dark blue gaze back to Lysander, arms crossed over her breasts-which teased my eyes enough, as they barely poked out of her red tank top-and raised an eyebrow. She mimicked Lysander's signature 'confused' or 'intrigued' look to perfection. The more the cousins stood together, the more I noticed their similarities. They had the same eyebrows, the same nose, the same lips…I was thankful for their few subtle differences: her blue eye, the roundness of her eyes, the feminine facial shape of her face. Boobs. "Oh no! My eyes have already been defiled by the glorious breasts of man! I simply cannot look away!" Her dramatic flailing broke me away from my thoughts. I couldn't help but chuckle. No longer did she seem to be pissed off. Then again, women hid it well.

Lysander raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to pick you up again?"

"Can you not?" she growled.

The pair made their way for the gymnasium, after that. "That was so cute!" Alexy swooned, and even dared to hug me. "Lysander really does get uncomfortable when you and Eva flirt!"

I frowned at Alexy's statement. "We weren't flirting."

"Yes, you were!" Before I could even throw a punch to his arm, Alexy was already gone.

I went back to my locker to put my gym shirt on. When my head was free from the fabric tunnel, Lysander stood in front of me. "You wanted to talk to me?" he asked, voice all monotone, as if he hadn't just been disturbed to the point of vacating the locker room.

"No." I said, as I began stretching the morning stiffness out of my leg and back muscles.

"Alexy said-"

"Alexy has a friend-crush on Eva." I chuckled.

~Eva's P.O.V.~

The more that Alexy talked, the more he reminded me of Ravyn, one of my best friends who lived in the town that I used to live at-the place that I still wanted to call home. Ravyn had a twin sister and a little sister-just a year younger than me-Rhealyn and Aricka. Both of whom were like sisters to me. A week before my parents and I left, Rhealyn gave birth to my Goddaughter, Skyelah. My chest ached for my non-biologial family. "I need a phone…" I sighed, miserably.

"You don't have one?" Alexy asked.

"Well…before we left, my parents had my phone shut off, and had me delete my social media accounts. They told me that we were just visiting but…I think that they wanted to relocate."

"Cas told me about your parents. But why would they want to relocate?" he asked, almost carefully. We were slowly making our way through the courtyard.

"Cas should mind his own business. They aren't his parents to talk about. He doesn't know me, and he's never known them." I said sternly, then let out a long breath, willing myself to not get mad. Alexy didn't mean to make me mad, and for all I knew, Castiel could have told him to save me breath. "I kind of had-well still have, I guess-a stalker. He was my boyfriend-off and on-since I was thirteen. He was…pretty abusive. When my parents-and friends-finally convinced me to leave him and never go back, he went bat shit crazy. Threatened to kill himself, me, my parents, my friends, my Goddaughter, everyone."

"Oh." Alexy seemed to be taken aback by my little story for a very short moment. I took his distractedness as a free moment to straighten my septum ring. "I'm glad that you're far away from him now."

"So am I…"

"Do you like Cas?" Alexy asked, completely out of the blue.

I was so caught off guard that I had literally stopped, dead in my tracks. "Come again?"

"Do you have a crush on Castiel?" He said, very slowly to make sure that I caught each word.

My cheeks warmed and I knew that my face was probably beet red. Straightforward, just like Ravyn. "I…I'm attracted to him, yes. A crush, though? I think not. After Crazy-Nick, I don't want to be with anyone. It isn't worth putting myself up to the possibility of being abused again."

"For the record, Castiel is a great guy, just a little…tough around the edges, if you catch my drift. He doesn't get along with people very much anymore, and really tries to keep his distance from people. But, would you want to, you know, get naked with him?"

I literally jumped back from surprise at the bold question. The thought of having my legs wrapped around his hips, skin rubbing skin enveloped my mind, and for what seemed like an eternity I was completely speechless. "Oh…uh, I don't….I-I…uh." I covered my face with my hands, then started laughing. "If I wasn't a virgin, I wouldn't mind, I guess." I finally managed to spit out.

Alexy threw his head back and began laughing, almost maniacally, just like Ravyn did when he thought that something was really funny. "So, you wouldn't let him pop your cherry?"

"WHAT? NO! I just met him! And besides, Lysander would have a cow and a half."

"I could believe it." He laughed, happily running a hand through his pastel blue hair, which was so very much like Aricka's. "I wouldn't want to get in between a friendship, either."

"Why would you ask me something like that, anyway? Did…Castiel tell you to do it?"

"Haha! No. I asked on my own accord. Just so you know, the feelings are mutual."

"Right. There are no feelings."

"Not true! Both of you REFUSE to admit that you've been stung by the crush bug, but you both would enjoy a nice fuck with one another-taking away certain genetic circumstances, of course. Lust is a feeling."

When Alexy and I walked into the school we instantly dropped that conversation. He asked about my friends, and my life before coming out here. I didn't think my life was very interesting, but reminiscing was much better than walking in silence. Alexy was definitely easy to talk to. When we finally found the principal, I had to suppress a gag. She reminded me so much like Professor Umbridge, from Harry Potter. I could almost see her having an office full of cat plates and a poor "bad" student writing "I must not…" and whatever they got into trouble over, until it carved itself into the person's hand. She was even extra sweet, which did nothing for her uncanny resemblance. "Ah, okay, everything looks in order!" she chimed. A little dog, that looked like a Shiba Inu sniffed at my foot. "Just remember, fighting is NOT allowed at, or around school. If there is any more incidents, I will not hesitate to suspend you!" the dog growled, then insisted on trying to bite my ankle.

Yup. Just like Umbridge. "I hope you told that to little miss Barbie Doll. She started it." I responded with a frown, trying to gently kick the dog away from my poor ankle, which was already getting sore.

The principal's cheeks reddened in anger. "I did not see that! I only saw you being carried away spewing filthy language and threats! Miss Amber did NOTHING wrong, from my standpoint."

"Just so you know, Ma'am, I have a rather large inheritance coming my way. I can, and will sue this school if my arm is more damaged than what it was. That girl assaulted me for no reason. I shouldn't be read the riot act." I stormed out of the room, with Alexy quickly in tow.

"Do you want to go shopping with me, after school?" he asked.

"Sure!" I chimed, a broad smile made its' way onto my face. "That sounds like a lot of fun, actually."