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(A/N: It's Saturday, or at least according to my clock it's technically Saturday. I'm posting this now, because I would have broke my promise on posting on Saturdays if I didn't. I'll be busy later because I'm going to Pride and I'll probably be there all day, so I decided to give you guys your treat now. To be honest, I had this baby ready by Wednesday, but decided to just wait it out until Saturday. Random reader: "You bastard!" *looks at random reader* Eh, did you not read the A/N from last time? *kicks off of the ElsAnna ship* *cough* Excluding that one pesky individual, I'm thankful for the reviews, views, follows, and PMs I've been getting since I posted this. My readers enjoyment on my fics mean a lot to me, so feel free to talk to me. :D In a minute, you're going to get a bit of background info and so on. I don't want to spoil anything in this A/N, so I'll save it for the one below. Enjoy the chapter. :3)
Time ticked by at an eerie, slow pace until the bell rung. Finally! The halls were flooded with the animated steps of students. Room 1308 was one of the last to exit their classroom.
A strawberry-blonde could be seen attempting to put away her science goggles; and finally, she was successful! Anna huffed before she began her trek to her next class. "Hey Anna!" a voice called from behind her.
Anna looked in the aforementioned direction and gave a faint smile. "Hello Elsa," she greeted and nervously tucked back a lock of hair that wasn't even there. So cute.
"Lovely day we're having," Elsa said while she clasped one hand with the other. Smooth as a bed of nails. She was seconds from a face-palm, but another bell-like giggle came from the girl of her dreams.
"It's been a lovely day so far Elsa. First period is the worst class I have today."
Okay. She's laughing and happy. That's good. That's really good. Roll with Arendelle! Ask her out. Okay, not as in out-out. Elsa knew she wasn't that lucky. She would probably commit verbal suicide and screw it up beyond repair. What is she looking at? "Oh no, it's me. I've been rambling inside of my head. Is Anna-ism contagious? Not that anything dealing with Anna is a bad thing… Oh damn it; quit rambling. Quick! Think of something blondey!" Uhm… Lunch? Yeah! That'll work.
Elsa coughed before she opened her mouth. "Would you like to join me-" she coughed again "… I mean my friends and I for lunch?" Okay, that wasway better than earlier. No verbal suicide so far.
A robust and haughty laugh erupted from behind Anna. "Great. I'd rather commit actual suicide. Oh merciful Thor, smite me with your heavenly lightning and hammer! It's him…"
Hans Westerguard walked up to Anna — all the while, completely ignoring Elsa. "Good morning Dollface," he greeted with as much charm as a boy of his status could muster. He kissed the cheerleader on the back of her hand. Anna flushed at the gesture.
Elsa growled at the cheeky sideburn bastard. Who does he think he is?! The redheaded boy turned around with a look of disgust. "And good morning to you freak."
Elsa was all but five seconds away from beating the snot out of Hans but she stopped herself. She remembered the rules her parents set up for her to attend Laneway. Rule One: Stay out of trouble. Good luck with that rule when assholes like Hans roamed the place.
The voice of an angel stopped her from giving in to her bellicose actions. "Hans, that wasn't nice. Elsa can't help that she's different," Anna defended. Yes, it was true: Elsa Rimes-Arendelle was indeed different. She was born a hermaphrodite.
"Still doesn't dismiss the fact that she's a freak," he commented.
Hello?! Still here!
"Apologize Hans," the Princess demanded.
The boy gaped at the order. Anna's eyes bore into him to emphasize how serious she was. "Fine, damn… Sorry Rimes." His green eyes met Anna's. "Anyways Babydoll, I was thinking that you and me could go out for lunch. The rents finally caved and bought me a car."
Elsa was born into money. One of the richest in the world actually, but this douchebag was trying to buy his way into Anna's heart. "Are youfreaking serious? What a cockblock?!" She was about to voice protest until someone else cut in.
"You three! Clear the hallway," a shrill yet husky voice barked through a bullhorn. The trio cringed. It was the school disciplinarian; Edna Mode. "Are you three deaf, or do I need to ram this thing into your ears. Get. To. Class!"
Elsa let out a whine. She hated disciplinarians. Hate is such a strong word. She was just really, really terrified of them. Ms. Mode was way worse than her elementary school disciplinary — Ms. Finster. Worst of all, she was a friend of the family. She wasn't quite sure how the former-designer had befriended her mother in the first place, but her mother assured her that Ms. Mode was a good friend of hers.
"Yes ma'am," Hans whimpered with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs. He was the first to flee the small banshee from hell.
Elsa and Anna parted to walk to their designated classes. "Hey Elsa," Anna called from down the hall. "Sure, I'll have lunch with you."
Elsa's face lit up with a blush. Go team Arendelle!
The winter-blonde was one of the last to enter room 1104; one of her sanctuaries in Laneway. The large schoolroom served both as a choir and theater arts classroom. Luckily for her, she took those classes back to back. She found her seat in the middle of soprano section and took a soothing breath. Made it just in time.
Elsa opened her bright crystalline eyes and met her favorite teacher's slate eyes. She smiled and waved at Ms. Atlantica. The dark skinned woman gave her a wink and put a check by her name on the attendance. After tending to her duties, Ursula stood proudly in front of her class to lead them into a few vocal warm ups and three songs.
The class itself was never that long to most students — especially those who in the school choir. The instructor coughed to gain the class's attention. "Now. We're going to be watching a musical for the rest of class," the large woman informed. She put in a vibrant, red DVD into the DVD player.
While the disc ran its course through trailers and previews, the majority of the class switched their seats so that they were in their small cliques. It was an elective class and not everyone in the class was an avid lover of music, or at least Broadway and show tunes, but those who were watched the musical. Elsa was amongst that few who watched the film.
From time to time, her eyes drifted towards Giselle whenever the junior asked something about the film. Elsa had never seen the film, but for whatever reason the underclassman thought she knew everything about anything musical related.
It was no secret that Elsa had a dream of being on Broadway some day, but she didn't know everything that there was about musicals. She remained docile since the girl was really enamored with the musical, especially since it was a romance. The girl was obsessed with romances and the concept of True Love's Kiss; and by the way the musical was headed, it would be no different. Far be it from her to be a hypocrite though. Elsa could relate with Giselle; for she too was a hopeless romantic; a strong advocate for true love.
The soft chimes of another musical intro brought her attention back to the flashing screen. The music ebbed to heighten the seriousness of the scene as the male lead opened his mouth to sing: My gift is my song: and this one's for you. And you can tell everybody that this is your song.
Her eyes widened in realization as Alessandro Safina's brilliantopera performance began at the crescendo of the song. It hit her. It hit her like a freight train. She had the perfect plan to win Anna's heart, but she was going to need help. She glanced over to her teacher who was watching the musical as well.
On the other side of the school, the subject of the winter-blonde's affections was in her third period class: journalism. Anna wouldn't admit it to anyone — but despite her stereotypical role as head cheerleader — she loved to write. Kind of geeky, but to hell with anyone who objects!
Journalism was her second favorite class, besides her creative writing class; obviously. It gave her more time to write outside of her class assignments, and work on one of her story ideas. Deep down she yearned to be a children's book writer. Who would have guessed the Princess of Laneway had such a secret? But everyone at Laneway had their secrets.
Anna read yesterday's issue of The Timberwolves Times while the computer started up. There's A Mouse in the House: Superintendent Mouse Scheduled to Arrive at Laneway. She chuckled as she recalled Principal Hellman's reaction to the paper. Nobody knew when, but their superintendent was going to give an inspection to the school, and that put their pasty-skinned principal on edge.
Principal Hellman was usually a funny, charismatic kind of guy, but when stressed, he would literally become the devil. No seriously, it was that students even called him the Lord of the Underworld when he snapped. Between him, Ms. Mode, and Coach Calhoun, no one dared to break the rules. Okay, almost nobody. There were always those few, brave souls that tried to test the system. Idiots.
One of her colleagues brought her attention from the newspaper. "Are you going to just sit there and read the entire class period or can I use the computer," Coraline asked with a lop-sided grin.
Anna rolled her eyes. "Sorry dorkus, but you can't. I was just waiting for it to load. Use one of the others," she retorted with mischief in her eyes.
Coraline flipped her blue hair over her shoulder before she took the computer to her right. "Find anything new O' Princess of Laneway," she asked as she propped her chin onto the older girl's shoulder in order read the article.
"Get off Jones," Anna said as she shrugged the younger off of her shoulder.
"Don't get mad at me, because your girlfriend doesn't ask you out Anna," the bluenette responded and gave her a raspberry.
"Not my girlfriend. Elsa is a friend — kind of like sister."
Coraline blanched in mock horror. "What am I; chopped liver?" she replied dryly.
The senior ignored the freshman's antics as her fingers stroked against the computer keys. "She's like an older sister, young one. You already know the jerks in this class won't give her a break and want to start another rumor. I will take no part in the rumors involving Elsa," she responded; her eyes never leaving the computer screen.
Another reason why Anna was in the journalism class was because she could easily be one of the first to gain access to most of the rumors before they circulated the school. Unfortunately for the subject of most of the journalism club's harassment — in freshman year a journalism student overheard Coach Calhoun discussing gym arrangements for Elsa's condition with Principal Hellman. Needless to say the rumor hit the school fast and the poor girl was hounded because of it until she confessed that she was a hermaphrodite.
Elsa was a hot subject for the paper: most times good; other times… not so good.
Deep down Anna felt a twinge of guilt. During freshman year, she was in the classroom when the rumors first began. But what was she supposed to do? She was an unknown freshman at the time! Who would take her seriously? No one, that's who!
Anna sighed. "Annie, come on, you know I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just a stupid skuzzbrain. I've got nothing against Rimes," Coraline quickly amended.
"I know you didn't. You're a good kid."
"Hey, I'm a teenager too. I'm not that much younger than you." Coraline Jones was very bright for her age, and because of that, she was skipped up a few grades; making her the youngest student in her grade. Anna knew to be true, because she used to babysit Coraline when they were younger.
The Editor-in-Chief called the entire room to order while the teacher was out of the class. "All right, we need some ideas circulating for tomorrow's paper. I need headliners people! Anything will do," Kuzco started off.
The Princess pinched the bridge of her nose. Wait for it, wait for it, wait fo-
"I've heard that the Vikings are planning another raid. They're going to trash Weasletown's car. Serves that twat right for almost flunking me last year," Fiona snickered.
"That's good. That's real good. I want photographers keeping an eye on Wesleton's car. This is going to so hilarious," Kuzco wrote the topic down on his clipboard, or at least, the one that the teacher didn't get to look over.
Well that's surprising. At least they're not talking about-
"Oh, what about Rimes? Has she been doing anything lately?"
And there it goes.
Anna resigned herself to direct her attention back to her computer screen, and began to type away on one of her word documents. While her hands were occupied with one thing, her mind seemed to be elsewhere.
Coraline noticed that Anna wasn't paying attention to the rumors and decided to take a few notes for her in her stead. She didn't get very far since the bell rung a little after the class discussion.
While the students filed out of the classroom, the instructor ambled his way back into the classroom with the repugnant stench of a freshly smoked cigarette. "Jerk-off. The students would have the run of the place if you stayed your sorry ass in the classroom for at least five minutes." Of course, Coraline would never voice her opinion towards the lazy man, but she really, really wanted to.
The blue-haired girl ran in order to catch up to Anna. "Hey, so where are we having lunch today? Stairwell, library, gym?" she ticked off while she pondered other possible locations.
"Actually, I told Elsa that I would join her friends for lunch today," Anna informed while she spun the combination to her locker. Her recently manicured fingers grabbed her lunch bag from her locker.
"I'm so going to tell your parents that you've got a girlfriend and didn't tell," Coraline gasped.
"Watch it Jones. You're not too big to go over my knee," Anna warned playfully.
"Yes other mother. I'll just have lunch with Jack and Alice while you try not to kiss your girlfriend. Later Annie."
The girl was gone before Anna could even come up with a quip. "That girl, I swear."
"You're crazy Els. Absolutely delusional if you think this is going to work," Kristoff said emphatically.
"It's not that bad of an idea, and I'm getting desperate! This is senior year. I've only got until graduation. After that: poof! Who knows what college she'll go to? I may never see her again. I have to at least try. I talked to Ursula about it, and she said she would do it if I got the support of the drama club. Now are you going to be a negative ass or are you going to help me?" Elsa was trying not to glare at her longtime friend, but he knew anything related to Anna was a serious and sensitive subject to her.
"Easy there Snow Queen, I didn't say I wouldn't help you. I just said it sounds crazy. Crazy as hell, but I will help you. You know I'd do anything for you. We are family at this point," he grinned at her. "Now come on. Peter and Gaston are probably starting without us."
Elsa raised her brow at that comment. "Not if I have something to say about it." A loud clang came from the other side of the cafeteria. Her eyes cut to the noise for a brief moment, but soon disregarded it. "Probably some underclassman that's trying to get Coach Calhoun to kill us all." Idiots.
By the time the two arrived at the table, Kristoff's suspicions were confirmed. "Fuck you Peter!"
That was quick.
Elsa and Kristoff sat at their usual table as they watched the two argue between each other. "Who is it this time?" Kristoff asked.
"Babe Ruth vs. Lance Armstrong," Belle informed with a roll of the eyes. Her chocolate eyes wandered back to the book she was reading beforehand.
Elsa scoffed. "Isn't it obvious? Babe Ruth beat Armstrong into the ground," she commented while her eyes roamed the cafeteria for the redhead.
"Thank you!" Gaston shouted.
"Bullshit! Did you not listen to his rhymes, he was tearing Ruth in half." Peter called out.
"I have to agree with Elsa on this one Peter. Ruth killed any shot that Armstrong had of winning with that last round," Kristoff added in his two cents.
The blonde male took out a large sandwich as Peter debated a few of his points while either Gaston or Elsa shot him down. "All right fine. Babe Ruth won. Next?"
"Gandalf vs. Dumbledore," Belle offered from behind her book. She took a bite of one of the finger sandwiches to her right as the new debate began.
"Gandalf," the males agreed in unison.
"No way! Dumbledore pwned him harder than Poe's poems pwn posers," Elsa replied just as quick.
"Ay, one Rap Battle at a time. Gandalf opened the battle up with the most badass line of all. The battle was over before it even began," Peter said.
"Yeah, and he also got him on the Snape line," Gaston added in.
"So what?! His rhymes were a joke, and not funny ones either. So what if Dumby gay? Besides that ace in the hole, his rhymes were weak. Dumbledore literally turned him into Gandalf the Grey! That right there, is a badass wizard. He had the checkmate with Dumbledore's Army. Tell me right now that you aren't afraid of what Hermione could do." There was a moment of silence. "I thought so!"
"It's still kind of creepy that Dumby's wand is kind of shaped like anal beads Els…" Kristoff remarked.
"Why you gotta go there Kris?"
"Gandalf could easily defeat Dumbledore. Albus lost his hand to the curse on Marvolo's ring. Gandalf had enough sense to let somebody else take on the responsibility of the One Ring. The books even suggest that Gandalf is far more powerful than he lets on, which is one of the reasons he refuses the ring. Face it hon, Gandalf won," Belle put her book down to look at the other girl at the table.
"This is a Rap Battle, not a Death Battle. Whose side are you on? You didn't even want to participa-" Elsa paused mid-rant when she noticed Anna heading their way. Okay, play it cool. "You are snow. You are ice!"
The other four took in her silence before they looked in the general direction that Elsa's eyes went. Peter grinned quite wickedly. "Your girlfriend's coming," he commented.
"I wish she was my girlfriend," Elsa replied sardonically at his teasing.
Elsa made quick work of kicking Kristoff out of the seat to her right. Quite literally in fact. Ouch. "Geez, all you had to do was ask. Damn…" He got up from the floor and went to another seat so that Anna could sit between the two of them.
"Love you too Kris," she replied as Anna arrived moments later.
"Fancy meeting you here Elsa," Anna greeted as she took her seat.
"Uhm, yeah." Yup. Cool as ice… melted into a puddle. Make words for Anna!"So what were you all talking about," the ginger asked.
Gaston flexed his muscles and vocalized, "EPIC! RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!" Elsa wanted to face-palm so badly, but Anna was right next to her.
"Be wary of the friends you keep…" To her surprise Anna found Gaston's antics amusing. Okay, not that bad.
"Okay, my turn to pick! Miley Cyrus vs. Joan of Arc," Peter suggested.
"Miley," Gaston was the first — as usual — to voice his opinion. Everyone looked at him with tilted heads. "What? Elsa already said this is a Rap Battle, not a Death Battle. I think she won."
"Are you kidding me?" All eyes were on Anna in mild surprise. The cheerleader watched the Rap Battles? Oh snap, it's about to go down. "What?! Joan of Arc destroyed her. Her only trump card is that Joan burned at the stake. I bet Miley doesn't even know who Joan of Arc so I count her knowledge on Joan as pure bullshit. Joan had more facts on Miley than Miley ever could on her," Anna replied while she took her lunch out of her book bag.
"Please marry me and have my children," Elsa thought with a clear glint of victory in her eyes.
"You know what? Fuck this. I have five people giving me the look so I'm going to eat," Gaston gave up before he started to chow down on a rack of ribs.
The remaining five decided to follow his example and make quick work of pulling out their lunches. There wasn't any need to rush during lunch or anything. The school cut their eight classes in half; four classes one day, four classes the other. Their last classes were homeroom, and then fourth period. If someone didn't finish lunch here they would eat during homeroom.
Another loud crash came from the other side of the cafeteria. That's the second time this lunch period. What the hell is going on over there? A brown and purple blur crashed into Elsa, which caught her by surprise. Before she knew it, whoever crashed into her was already near the exit of the cafeteria. "That bastard stole my lunch," Anna commented in disbelief. A brush of swift wind brushed against her face. Her eyes went to the source, but noticed that it was swiftly closing in on the fleeing lunch thief.
Damn, Elsa was fast.
The thief was quick, that was for sure, but unfortunately for him his pursuer wasn't some run of the mill student. Steal from her girl? Hell no! He's going down!
Anna may be the Princess of Laneway, but Elsa was the queen of the halls. She knew the educational structure inside and out. She roamed the building frequently, and thus knew her target's route and the best way to cut him off.
Elsa skid passed the hallway that the boy went down and took the stairway. "Hey Rimes, slow down!" Ms. Mode shouted from her bullhorn.
"Sorry," the teen apologized, but didn't slow down in her pursuit. Her ears perked as she heard the nearby stairwell open, she readied herself to pounce on the thieving boy.
The chocolate eyes of the brown-skinned teen widened in shock as he realized his pursuer was now in front of him with the glare of a pissed off tigress on the prowl. Shit! He turned on his heels in an attempt to go the other direction, but it was too late.
The female tackled the boy to the ground. "Gotcha!" Elsa proclaimed in triumph. "Who do you think you are stealing other people's lunch, huh? Not cool man. I should knock your teeth out for trying to bully Anna," she growled; her fist was raised to strike the Arabian boy. To hell with her parents' rule. Elsa was going to kick his ass!
"Wait, I wasn't trying to bully anyone, I swear. I was just... hungry," he confessed. The boy was terrified. He couldn't even look her in the eyes.
"Hungry? What? Did you forget your money at home? It still doesn't give you the right to steal from others you jerk. Use your cell to call your parents to bring you some cash or something," Elsa chastised. She refused to remove herself from the boy.
"I don't have parents. My father was a notorious criminal for the mafia, and a mission went wrong. He stole money from the wrong guy, and the man ordered a hit to kill us. The only reason I survived was because my mom shielded me from harm, and told me to play dead." The orphaned boy finally gained the courage to look his captor in the eyes.
In that moment Elsa took the time to assess the situation. She looked into his eyes closely and saw something so much deeper than a mischievous bandit. No matter how hard she dug she couldn't see a bully, or a thief buried within him — just a poor boy who was a victim of unfortunate circumstance.
Elsa let out a sigh, and got off of him. "What's your name?" she asked with an extended hand.
"A-Aladdin," he stammered but took the offered hand.
"I'm sorry for your loss, but stealing from people isn't the answer." Aladdin gawked at her in despondency.
"I'm barely getting by!" he shouted.
"Getting by isn't living; it's existing," she stated in a cool and collected tone.
"Then what do you suppose I do?"
"Trust in me," Elsa stated with a firm, but compassionate grip on his shoulder. "You're going to come with me, and return what you stole," she said, even though it sounded more like an order.
"Fine."
Elsa walked with calculated steps and head held high; although the company she had in tow didn't hold as much pride in his stride.
Belle noticed a familiar figure out of her peripheral and took her eyes off of her book. She put her book down, which signaled the rest of the table to look in the direction of her gaze. "Els is back. Aw hellz yeah! She's probably pissed and about to whoop his ass! Whoot whoot," Peter cheered eagerly. One thing that was a rarity was seeing Elsa get angry; and it was a sight to behold.
"Shut the hell up Peter. She would have kicked his ass by now if she was going to hurt him," Kristoff stated. The youngest out of the group just huffed at his ruffled hair, and put another tally mark on the board. Tally count: thirty-seven; and that's not even counting the text messages they were getting from Mulan. Oh well, there's still homeroom and fourth period.
Aladdin was in front of Anna with shame adorning his features. "Uhm, I'm sorry for stealing your lunch. I'm poor and can't afford food at times, but that was no reason to steal from you," he apologized before he handed her the brown bag.
Anna felt a little bad that she got her lunch back after hearing why he had stolen it in the first place. She didn't even want it anymore if that was the case. "Gee… thanks," she muttered.
Elsa extended her lunch bag to the Arabian teen. "Here; you can have mine. If you have issue paying for lunch, just come and find me and I'll try to work something out," she said before she placed the bag into his hands.
"Wait, but I can't-" Elsa shushed him with a raised finger.
"Just say thank you, and enjoy your lunch," she smiled.
"T-thanks Elsa." And with that, he took his leave to eat with his two friends — Miguel and Tulio. Elsa could barely make it out, but he was sharing the food with the other two. He really is such a nice boy.
Anna tilted her head at Elsa's behavior. A slight blush crept onto her face. She was highly impressed. Then a thought came to mind. "Elsa, what about you? What are you going to eat?" she inquired.
"Don't worry about me Anna. Missing one lunch won't be the end of me," she chuckled at the ginger. Her laughter ceased when her stomach irrupted into an obnoxiously loud growl. "Yes, stomach. Sing them the song of your people!"
Elsa's face flushed in embarrassment. She didn't want to look at Anna, and decided to bring her eyes to one of her other friends. Belle raised her eyebrow with a hint of a smirk tugging at the edge of her lips. The brunette pointed behind her friend as her smile grew wider. What's her problem?
With a sigh, Elsa resigned herself to look backwards — and to her astonishment — Anna held a slice of mango in between her finger. The winter-blonde hoped that her gulp wasn't audible; and if it wasn't, the red on her face was a definite giveaway to her inhibition.
She decided to play it safe and extended her hand to receive the fruit. Anna rolled her eyes, and pushed the fruit into Elsa's mouth with her finger. Is this heaven? "Seriously, I could die right now and know that I died happy!"
Elsa chewed on the fruit before another was offered. "If I don't believe in a god, I do now. You rock Yahweh… Vishnu… Zeus… Whoever is up there, you're the man!"
Kristoff gave her the most shit-eating grin that she had ever seen, but she wouldn't let her friend spoil her possibly once in a lifetime opportunity; and damn it if she wasn't going to enjoy it! However the moment didn't last long since the bell rung not long afterwards. Damn bell.
Elsa held onto the straps of her backpack in an attempt to keep her nerves down. Sure. It's her nerves. Yeah, let's go with that. Anna was to her right as they walked down the busy hallways. The slightly younger girl turned to look at the heiress. "I think this is where we part ways. Bye Elsa," she said before she entered her homeroom class.
Homeroom separated them. As far as the majority of the student body knew, Elsa's last name was Rimes. Anna was an Andersen. Oh how she wished she could use her given surname. A heavy sigh escaped Elsa's red stained lips. "Why was father's name so prevalent? Why couldn't mother's company be the more popular one?"
People barely knew about Rimes Industries, but mention Arendelle Corp. and the Kardashian name would have hell competing. "If I didn't have to keep my identity as secret, we could have been in homeroom together," she said a little above a whisper. She knew the remainder of school was going to be a bore. No more Anna, but at least she had figure skating practice after school.
(A/N:So there you go folks, another chapter. Some pretty heavy stuff with Aladdin happened, but he'll be fine. I want to give you guys a hint to why I did what I did, but that would probably blow some of your minds. XD Bonus points to anyone who can guess what Elsa has planned for her confession of love to Anna. I don't mind you leaving your guesses in your reviews, but I'm also a bit of a coward and I'm really hoping that if you do guess correctly, you'll at least leave the name out. It will go appreciated. If you really feel confident about it, PM me your guess. I won't tell you if you're right or wrong though. :P I hope you've enjoyed the chapter, and I'll see you guys next time.)
