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Chapter 3

Myka woke to the blaring of her alarm clock. A groan escaped her lips as she blindly hit the snooze button. Mondays were always the hardest day for Myka. She rolled over onto her side and blew some hair out of her face. A few minutes passed and the alarm clock sang another song. The brunette finally opened her eyes. What she saw in front of her, confused her. Another bed? It wasn't made so somebody had been there. 'Oh, right! Helena!', the memory of the past day flooded back to her. Her eyes searched the room, looking for a certain raven haired girl. She was nowhere to be found. 'That's weird.' Myka's train of thought was quickly interrupted by someone opening the door. A familiar elegant body, clad in only a towel, stepped in; obviously trying to stay quiet. Her back was to Myka as she entered the room. The girl on the bed only sat silently, watching. Her eyes wandered over the curve of Helena's waist, and the way her wet, black hair hugged her shoulder blades. Myka's thoughts caught up with herself and she quickly gained control.

"I didn't hear you get up this morning." Myka spoke up softly, her voice gravely from sleep.

Helena spun around on her heels and gasped loudly. One of her hands grabbed her chest, while the other curled into a fist around her towel; turning her knuckles white. "Myka! You could have killed me!" Helena's accent swam through the air and sang in Myka's ears. "I didn't realize you were awake!"

Myka couldn't help but smile at the fact that she was the one who had just made this beautiful girl flustered. "I just woke up. How long have you been awake?" Myka cocked an eyebrow at Helena.

"About two hours." Helena shrugged.

Myka looked back at her alarm clock. 6:48 flashed on its face. Myka turned back to Helena, jaw dropped.

"What? I enjoy the morning, darling." Helena said easily as she walked over to her suitcase and pulled out some clothes. "Anyway, I wanted to get a head start on the day. I find its the best way for me to face a new school year." She shone a smile in Myka's direction. 'Oh gosh, that smile. What is it about that smile?' Myka's cheeks burned and she cleared her throat. She saw Helena was about to start changing in front of her again and decided she didn't want a repeat of one of last nights embarrassing moments.

"I'm just gonna go...take a shower." She stood up quickly, brown curls bouncing, and headed for the door. Helena simply nodded in response. Myka shimmied through the door and shut it. She leaned against the cold wood and slowly let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. It didn't take long for Myka to regain her composure and head for the bathroom.

-FES-

Helena and Myka were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Well, Myka was eating; Helena simply sat. Myka felt the girls piercing eyes on her and dared to look back. They sat like that for a few seconds; looking at each other in complete silence. Helena cocked her head slightly, but her eyes never left Myka's. The other girl could feel the recently too familiar heat in her cheeks. As much as Myka wanted to look away, she couldn't; Helena's stare had her in an iron grasp. The older girl reached over to Myka's hand and grabbed it softly. Breathing was no longer a thoughtless effort for the brunette. Helena smiled slightly at the girl in front of her and bit her lip. Myka could feel the heat traveling down her neck. An obnoxious buzzing tore Myka's eyes away from Helena's. Myka reached for the culprit and read the screen.

IM IN THE DRIVE WAY, HURRY UP! -Pete

Myka looked at the time, "Crap! We're gonna be late! Helena grab your stuff we gotta go!" Myka jumped from her seat and put her dishes in the sink. She rounded a corner and grabbed her backpack off the couch; Helena followed behind briskly, bag already over her shoulders. The girls rushed outside and headed for a red truck. In the drivers seat was a jock-looking boy with short brown hair.

He stuck his head out the window, "C'mon Mykes! We're late!" Myka jumped into the passenger side and Helena into the seat behind her. Pete looked at the beautiful girl in his car. He put on his most dashing smile and opened his mouth to talk to this new angel that had made her way into his truck. Myka punched his arm. "Ow! What the heck, Myka?" Pete grabbed his arm and shot a look at his best friend. Myka shot one right back.

"Shamelessly flirt later, Pete! We gotta go now."

Pete rolled his eyes but threw the truck into reverse and sped away; mumbling something about the fact that he doesn't flirt shamelessly. Helena giggled at the whole exchange and decided that she was going to like Myka's friends.