The past like all chapters have been fillers (I know, boring) but I'm working with a brand new character and a brand new relationship not introduced by Cassandra Clare so I have to build things up so everything doesnt seem so sudden. But next chapter I PROMISE will be more interesting because I HAVE A PLAN!

Speaking of Cassandra Clare I just realized I completely forgot to do the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMI. No need to sue me. I promise.

Chapter 3

Turns out Adalyn also had French and Science with Sebastian. She had friends in both classes but whenever she caught his eye he would flash a smile at her. She assumed that he was new to the school because she had never seen him before this year and neither had any of her friends.

He seemed to be picking up friends fast. In science he sat next to this bitchy guy from the popular crowd named Cameron and they seemed to click. She hoped he wouldnt rub off on him. She still had to sit next to him in English and could make her life a living hell if he decided that he didnt like her.

Last year she sat next to this girl named Gigi in History and Adalyn did something that pissed her off or something because Gigi hated her guts. She did everything in her power to make Adalyn fail the class and have no friends. She would go on Adalyn's computer and change her documents to make her get a bad grade. She would start rumors about her. Over all she was just a sarcastic bitch to her and went out of her way to be rude.

It would suck ass if Cameron rubbed off on Sebastian and he decided she was a loser who didnt deserve his courtesy. Especially since, from what she'd seen, she really liked Sebastian.

"That guy from science is staring at you," my friend Ericka whispered to Adalyn at lunch. She turned around in her seat and, sure enough, there was Sebastian, standing with his newfound group of asshole friends, looking directly at her.

Most people, when caught staring, look away. Sebastian, however, cocked a smile at Adalyn. After telling something to Cameron, he started toward her table with a purposeful walk.

"Why's he coming over here?" Adalyn asked Ericka.

Ericka shrugged. "To talk to you, I would assume."

Both girls quickly changed conversation topics to something harmless and pretended not to notice Sebastian walking their way.

Here he comes, Adalyn thought to herself. She mentally braced herself.

Sebastian got closer and closer. The sun lit up the side of his chiseled face and incredibly fair hair. His black eyes stood out more on his face than usual. He kept on an arrogant smile as if sharing an inside joke with her.

He's going to stop and talk to me. He was, right? He was really nice to her in english, even through her usual awkward outbursts, and was staring at her just a few moments ago. He must like her. He's going to stop and make conversation with us and I'm going to do something embarrassing.

He didnt stop. He walked right past her table, without a second glance. She so thought he was, and it seemed like he was, but when he got to her table, he walked straight past her. His arm brushed her back as he passed by.

Adalyn felt stupid. He was just going to the cafeteria to buy food. He wasn't going to start up conversation with her.

A few minutes later later he came strutting back, only this time with a cookie secured in his left hand. Adalyn glanced over, or at least it was supposed to only be a glance, however he saw it captured her gaze in his soulless eyes. As much as she tried to tear away, she couldn't. He held her attention hostage.

He gave her a knowing grin when he got to her table and let a finger trail along her back as he brushed past her again.

He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he wasn't going to stop or apologize. He might have acted gentlemanly in English, but she could tell he wasn't. He gave off a horribly menacing vibe. There was something about the self-assurance in the step of his walk, the tilt of his shoulders, that gave her the feeling that if he wanted to, he could take the very existance of anyone he met and snap it like a twig between his pale fingers.

Yet for some reason she was strangely fascinated.

He was staring at her at lunch. He knew he was, and his gaze on her could be interpreted as both creepy and perverted, but he didnt care. She was just so fascinating. The burning desire in his blood to grab her by the hand, drive her home, lead her to his bedroom and hold her all night was almost too strong to resist.

Not yet, he reminded himself. Because he wasn't going to fuck it up, and doing that definitely would. Someday, though, he could call her his, and could hold her until sunrise every night.

But not yet.

He was strong; he wouldnt succumb to the burned in his blood.

Because he was Sebastian Morgenstern. He could, and would, get whatever the hell he wants, and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. Even if it goes against is desires, it would be worth it in the long run.

She turned toward him and her soft brown eyes met his soulless, black ones. He knew he should took away, bashful that he had been caught staring, but he didn't, he couldn't. He was enraptured by her.

But she didn't have to know that. She could just think he's a cocky bastard. He grinned at her.

"I'm gonna go buy some food," he told Cameron, the guy from science who he guessed people would call his "friend." He wasn't sure though, he had never had a friend before.

"The cookie's good, but don't get the chocolate powerbar it tastes like shit," Cameron replied.

Sebastian turned and started walking toward Adalyn's table, which was conveniently placed directly in his path to the front of the cafeteria where the lunch was sold. With a purposeful walk, he started toward it, although his eyes were on his subject of interest, the brown haired girl at the table in front of him.

Should he stop and talk to her? He wanted to but didn't know what to say. Besides, she was with her friends. He kept up the cocky façade.

Was she expecting him to stop to talk? She had caught him staring. Maybe she would provide a conversation topic the way she had in English. He smiled to himself at her little outburst.

She likes brownies and salad. He would remember that. Maybe someday he would take her out on a proper date, pretend to be a gentleman for the night. It didn't exactly seem his style, but he could pretend. He was good at pretending. After all, nobody wanted to see the real him, not even himself.

He was almost to her table. The moment of choice was upon him. To stay and chat or keep moving.

He didn't want to just chat.

But he would, because he was going to be civil with her.

Stay and chat, he thought to himself.

And chickened out at the last moment.

Bawk.

He mentally punched himself in the face.

Sebastian took Cameron's advice and bought a cookie, skipping past the rolling shelf with the chocolate power bars, and waited in line to pay. The cookie was a $1.50. He took a nibble of it. It wasn't gourmet, to say the least. If this was the best the cafeteria sold, he was afraid he would get some sort of food poisoning and die if he ate the chocolate powerbar. He made a mental note in his head to avoid all school cafeteria food from now on. He didn't trust it, and the last thing he needed was to get sick.

Walking back to his group, he saw her again. He wanted to run up to her and cover her mouth with his and kiss her and kiss her and kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so damn bad. He wanted to leave her breathless as he held her in his arms.

He felt his inner demon rising up. No, no, no, no, no. He thought. Patience.

Although the demon inside of him would not be subdued so easily. He grinned at her and trailed his index finger along her back as he pasted.

He wanted to stop and grab her and spin her around to face him and yell at her. Why did she have this sort of power over him? It wasn't fair.

He knew the awakening of his inner demon was giving off menacing vibes. He couldn't control it though. He hoped it wasn't turning her off towards him.

He wished he was strong enough to control it. He wished he could just slice open the stomach of the monster inside of him and watch all of its insides fall out onto the ground below. He wished it was a vampire he could tie up and pull some Chinese water torture shit on it with holy water. He wished it was a faerie he could slowly bury in iron shavings.

But it wasn't any of those things. His inner demon was a part of him. It wasn't something physical he could slowly torture to death with his sword, as much as he wanted to.

For some reason today he was having the hardest time controlling it.

Sebastian blamed it on the cafeteria food.

Once Sebastian was out of ear shot, Ericka giggled. "Do you like him," she asked, gossip mode completely flicked on.

Adalyn didn't know. He was nice in English, and definitely attractive, and she found herself fascinated by him, but she was a good girl. She was the type of girl who would date the quiet nerdy guy in class who would take her on dates and be polite to her and have a happy relationship. She wasnt the type of girl who found the stereotypical, popular, "bad boys" who flirted around and got bad reports from teachers irresistible. She didn't search for trouble, but this guy had trouble with a capital T written all over him. Why was her gaze drawn to him across the room, why did her eyes want to follow him everywhere he went, why did she find him so interesting.

She didn't tell Ericka any of this. Instead she responded with "I don't know, I only just met him today."

Ericka pouted at her response. "Yeah, but, so far, do you like him."

Adalyn shrugged, although inside she was screaming. Screaming what, she didn't know. "I guess. He was really nice in English, and I have no complaints looks-wise. And he took my typical, first-time-meeting-someone spew of horribly awkward and embarrassing conversation pretty well."

Ericka groaned. "What was it this time?"

"Icecream, brownies, and salad."

Ericka rolled her eyes. "Adalyn, you are so retarded. Well, I guess you've had worse. Like that one in sex Ed last year with Josh Brians!" She giggled evilly at the memory and Adalyn blushed. That was something she didn't need to reminded of. She was so relieved when Josh moved that summer. The less eye witnesses there the better. Not that it really mattered, since Gigi The Bitch was sitting near by and heard the whole awkward exchange. She made sure the whole school heard about it within a week.

Ericka snapped her back to reality by talking again. "To tell you the truth, he doesnt really seem your type. He's gives me the impression that he will murder everyone in this school if someone looks at him wrong. You never striked me as the type of girl to go for that."

"Ericka, just because he was nice to me in English doesnt mean I suddenly feel an urge to fuck him now." Honestly, she loved her friend but sometimes Ericka could be a little impossible.

Ericka raised an eyebrow. "Going off the way he was staring at you, you two seem to have a closer relationship than English partners."

Adalyn internally agreed. "That's all him, not me. If you want to know more about it you'd have to ask him."

She hoped that would end the conversation, but she realized that that was a naive thought. She should know her friend better than that.

"Okay," Ericka said with a note of finality and got up and started to walk toward Sebastian.

Adalyn panicked. "Ericka, no!"

Ericka giggled at her friends distress. "I'm just kidding. Come with me to the bathroom so he doesnt know we were talking about him. His group is that way anyway." Ericka started a conversation about chicken salad for when they passed by him.

Adalyn let out a sigh of relief, although something told her that Sebastian would know the topic of her hushed conversation with her friend wasn't about something as mundane as salad, as much as he thinks she likes it. Something about him told her he wasn't going to be fooled so easily.

So I had this finished for a while and I was all like I SHOULD POST EARLYYYYY and then I was like NO STAY ON SCHEDULE and then I forgot about it until Friday in school and I was all like FANFICTION DAY and then I went home and watched a movie and forgot about it and then saturday I watched a movie again and I watched another movie and then me and my parents went and I kind of BLAAAKDBWKFBSKDBFJWKDNIFHWKFNSKDJKE SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WIFBSKXMLAKFJEBWKDJDJS so fanfiction wasn't exactly where my mind was but then my mom was like DISHES! THEY MUST BE DONE! LAUREN I TOLD U TO DO THEM THIS MORNING WHY ARENT THEY DONE! and I was like OH NO! DISHES! THE HORROR! and my mind went to FANFICTION! MUCH BETTER THAN DISHES! so you guys are ranked higher than dishes congrats.

But I'm grounded from the internet so to upload it I would have to wait until my parents left the house or else they would be like WHATCHA WRITING LAUREN? PORN? I MUST READ!

And they never left the house Saturday. PARENTS DONT YOU REALIZE I HAVE TO UPLOAD?!

Lets hope not.

But they did leave me alone on Sunday and I was like YOOSHHHHHHH but then when I was typing these thingies I heard them coming in and I was like NOOOOOOO!

But then they left for the beach today and I was like YOOOOOSHHHHHHH!

REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! PLZZZZZZZZZZ I WILL LOVE YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH! IF U REVIEW I WILL STALK MY PARENTS ROOM MORE FOR BACK UP DISKS FOR PASSWORDS WHICH I DONT KNOW AND TRY TURNING THE WIFI BOX ON AND OFF MORE TIMES AND MAYBE EVEN WALK TO STARBUCKS SO I CAN GET INTERNET AND UPLOAD SOONER SINCE IM LIKE ALWAYS GROUNDED!

I just got my internet back after a week of grounding last monday and then thursday i lost it again for two weeks im seriously considering that my parents are out to murder me by bordom by making all of these rules which i hate and then just ignore.