Rules of Attraction

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, do NOT, own W.I.T.C.H. or any of the characters you might notice from the show.

By: Bunny-chan

Rule 3: Never Let Your True Feelings Show

Author's Notes

Yay, I've got reviews! dances I'm soooo happy, I've been slowly reading the W.I.T.C.H. series, and my friend bought me the 9th one, now I just need to find the others! I'm trying to read the whole series before I go back to school, but, let's see how that goes...ew, school. And I have a question, for all you bigger W.I.T.C.H. fans than I, is Hay Lin's last name actually Lin? Or is that just, y'know, part of her first name or whatever? Just wonderin'! Oh, and there are spoilers in this chappy, for anybody who hasn't read the books! Toldja I might put in some booky things, didn't I!

A couple weeks later, Caleb was back in school, albeit, his side still hurt a bit. He grinned when he saw Will gathering her books for her next class, and went over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turned her head around, honey colored eyes startled, but they glimmered when she saw him, "So, how's it feel to be back?"

Just as she asked that question, a girl with black hair randomly wrapped her arms around Caleb in a bear hug, "Welcome back, Caleb!" And then she was gone.

He winced, she had hugged him WAY too hard, and now his side was hurting even more, "That's how it feels to be back."

She couldn't help but glare in the direction the girl went, "You okay?"

"Yeah." he nodded, and then looked at her imploringly.

She tilted her head at him, a puzzled look on her face, "What?"

"I was just wondering..." he trailed off.

"Wondering...what?" she rasied an eyebrow.

"Just wondering..." he seemed to be working up the courage to ask his question, "When you wanted to continue the plan?"

The plan? She had almost forgotten all about the plan, which was strange, considering it was hers. She had also been avoiding Matt like the plague for the last two weeks, thoughts of making him jealous had fled her mind, until Caleb had asked that question, "W-well...I just thought, you'd wanna forget about the plan."

"Forget about it?" For some reason, he thought his voice sounded a bit...well, hurt, but why? "Forget about it, why?"

"Because, look what happened, if I hadn't came up with that stupid plan, you wouldn't have asked me to keep the portal open, and I wouldn't have listened, and YOU wouldn't have gotten HURT!" her voice had raised, until she was nearly shouting, which earned her more than a few glances.

He gave her a patient, comforting look, his eyes filled with understanding, "Will, I don't think you understand."

"Understand what? That I'm a complete idiot?" she was obviously angry.

"No, what you fail to understand is that..." Man, this was harder to say than he thought it would be, "Is that I'd do anything for you."

He expected a barrage of teases, but he certainly didn't expect the answer he got. She wrapped her arms around him in hug, before reaching up and kissing him on the cheek, dangerously close to his lips. All he had to do was turn his head slightly, and...No, this was Will he was talking about, the annoying red head who talked too much, certainly not a person he should be thinking these thoughts about.

"You really feel that way about me?" her voice was feather soft, her eyes demure.

He nodded, and she smiled brightly, "Thank you." And she reached up to give him another kiss on the cheek. He didn't know what compelled him to do it, but this time, he did turn his head, her lips meeting his. She gave a startled gasp, her mouth opening, and he took advantage of that, deepening the kiss.

They broke the kiss as the bell rang, signaling they were late for their next class, "We're late..." she said, her voice soft, and her breathing labored.

"I don't care." And he reached down for another kiss.

Will let herself into her apartment, slamming the door shut. She wasn't exactly sure if she wanted her mom to be home yet or not, while it would be great to talk to somebody, she didn't want to admit what had had happened was her fault in the first place. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her mom wasn't home, and a note left on the kitchen table, stating that she would be home late, and there was plenty of food in the fridge.

She flopped down on the couch, and gave a groan, leaning her head backwards so she was looking at the ceiling. How could she have let that happen? How could she have let Caleb kiss her, and then give into it? More than once? She wasn't even sure how many kisses they shared, was it three? Four? Even five? She just couldn't remember, all she knew was that with each kiss they shared, how much she...what? Liked him? That seemed too cold of a word, she was way past the 'liking' stage, it was more than that, much more, she just didn't know what.

With another groan, she covered her face with her hands, "I am so.." The doorbell rang, "screwed." she finished half-heartedly, before getting up to answer the door, her mind running a mile a minute.

'Ohhh, please don't let HIM be there, please, please, please!' she pleaded with whoever was listening, and flung open the door.

There, stood the rest of the guardians, and...him. Honey colored eyes met green ones, the honey ones were nervous, startled, angry, and slightly annoyed, the green were confident, trusting, understanding, even...loving.

"Will, are you gonna just stand there all day, or let us in?" Cornelia asked, annoyed.

She finally tore her eyes away from his, blushing very slightly, "Oh, right, come in guys."

She moved aside, letting her friends come in, Caleb coming in last, brushing against her as he passed, giving her chills, 'He did that on purpose!' she scowled.

She closed the door, and turned to face her friends, trying not to look angry as her eyes swept past him, "So, what brings you guys here?"

"Elyon." Irma answered grimly.

That one name sent chills down her spine, not the kind she had felt when Caleb brushed past her, no, these were nervous, scared chills. "What'd she do this time?"

"She sent Taranee another dream, or nightmare, if you prefer." Hay Lin muttered.

For a few weeks now, Elyon had sent each guardian at least one dream/nightmare. None of them could really tell which category they fit in, since the dreams always started out pleasant enough, but at the same, horrible, they always showed what it would be like if they defected, turned to the other side, and if any of them refused, the dream would turn into a nightmare.

'No wonder Taranee looks so bad' Her hair was out of its normal braids, hanging down past her shoulders in waves, her eyes were blood-shot, and she had bags under them. It looked like she hadn't got a good night's sleep in a long while, "Yeah, I haven't been able to sleep good for the last few nights because of it, and now my grades are suffering." she looked saddened at this, she hated when she didn't do good in school.

Will gave an understanding nod, "Okay, but what's HE doing here?" she couldn't keep the venom out her voice, but the others didn't seem to notice.

"He's investigating." Hay Lin said, a small smile on her face.

"Investigating? Investigating what?" she questioned.

"Your dreams, or nightmares, or whatever they are." Caleb answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"And why are you doing that?" she forced herself to tone down the anger in her voice.

"To find out what game Elyon's playing." he answered, looking the slightest bit bored, as if she had asked the dumbest question ever.

"Who said she's playing games? Maybe she just wants her friends back!" Cornelia said, despite the fact that Elyon had been fighting them for months now, she was still trying to hold onto hope, after all, they HAD been best friends.

Irma, always one to speak her mind, frowned, "That's bullshit, Cornelia, and you know it."

Nobody was really shocked at Irma's choice of words, that's just how she was, "Whatever Irma." The blonde said airily, turning her blue eyes away from the brunette.

"So, anybody have any dreams recently?" Caleb asked, trying to get the conversation back on subject.

"Just the one I told you about." Taranee replied, after looking at the group for conformation.

He settled his eyes on Will, and she looked back at him, not the least bit phased by his piercing gaze, "And what about you, Will?"

"If I had had a dream, I would have told you guys." This, was in fact, a lie. She HAD had a dream, but there was no way in hell she was telling any of them about it.

"Well, we just wanted to tell you about Taranee's dream, oh, and I can't make it for training today, can we do it tomorrow?" Irma questioned.

"Sure." Will said, after glancing around the group. "I'll see you guys later then."

She closed her eyes, after settling back onto the couch, knowing they would let themselves out. A few minutes later, she heard the door close, and she gave another groan, which was obviously starting to become a habit for her. "They don't need to know about my dream, especially not Mr. Wannabe-Sherlock Holmes."

"So, you did have a dream, huh?" Caleb asked, "And who's Sherlock Holmes?"

Her eyes opened quickly, as she sat up, "I thought you left!"

"You obviously thought wrong." he grinned at her.

She glowered at him, "Well, why don't you leave now?"

"I don't want to." he shrugged.

She stood up, honey eyes blazing, "I don't WANT you here!"

"Oh? And why not?" he smirked, as if he already knew the answer.

Ooh, he made her blood boil, "Because, I can't stand you!"

"Ah, that makes sense. Especially since you kissed me, 6 times."

So it had been 6 times, "What! YOU kissed ME, not the other way around."

"Let's not talk about who did what, let's just...not talk at all." And with that, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him.

She could have struggled, and probably gotten away, should have struggled, but, she didn't want to, and at that point, she REALLY hated her body, a lot, almost as much as she hated that annoying, nagging voice that told her she was really enjoying this.

He lowered his lips to her neck, and she gasped, her body tensing. She could feel him smirk against her neck, and she clenched fistfuls of his shaggy brown hair. He raised his lips from his neck, pressing them against hers, and for the 7th time that day, tasted her. Even after so many times, he still couldn't define just exactly how she tasted, some strange, delicious mixture of honey, strawberries, and...chocolate, maybe?

She whimpered into the kiss, trying to press her body closer to his, as if to mold them together. Will registered the faint rustling of keys outside of the apartment door, and she pulled away from the kiss, eyes wide. "What, what's wrong?" Caleb asked, obviously disappointed they had stopped.

"My mom's home!"