A/N: I noticed I made a mistake in the last chapter...I put "they picked up their bags and left the classroom" or something like that in the paragraph before it. I had copied and pasted it to a different spot to fix it up and forgot to delete it...sorry if that confused anyone.

Shoutouts: Lt. Commander Richie, Boba Tea Freak, Warrensbabe, and Faith...thank you for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I forgot to say this in the first chapter, but the song was "That's Why They Call It A Union," by Less Than Jake and I don't own either...the song in this chapter is "Dis-moi, Dis-moi" by Mitsou, and I don't own that, or Mitsou, either.

Chapter Three: Say to me, Say to me


"Mais qu'est-ce que je vais faire de toi? (But what will I make of you?)

Oh, dis-moi, dis-moi, dis-moi, dis-moi (Oh, say to me, say to me, say to me, say to me)

C'que faire de toi...(What I will make of you)

Je ne veux pas de toi (I do not want you)

Tu ne veux que de moi (You want only ego)

J'ai de toi plein de bras (I have you by the arm)

Je t'ai rendu fou (I returned to you insane)

Tu me suis partout (To me, you are everywhere)

T'es pendu a mon cou (Hung by my neck)

T'as pas compris, c'est termine (I did not understand you, it is finished)

Maintenant faut t'en aller (Now it is necessary to go)

T'aurais bein voulu me faire craquer avec tes idees

T'aurais bein voulu me faire craquer avec tes idees (You would have agreed to make me crack with your ideas)"

I look up groggily at my alarm clock...it's 5:30, and the sounds of Mitsou reached my ears. My best friend, Renee, introduced me to Mitsou. Renee is French, she was born in France and she moved here as a little girl. She's the one that taught me how to speak french.

I reluctantly got up out of bed and stretched. So, I have a half hour to work on my current painting before I have to get ready for school. Normally I would never be up at this ungodly hour, but I have work after school. I work at The Goddess Shoppe, a New Age store on Main Street. I love that store, it's like a second home to me...unfortunately, on work days I hardly get any art done. Thus, I was awake at 5:30 in the morning.

I looked around my room. I love my room. I have the attic to myself, so my room is relatively large. I think my dad did it to compensate for my "lack" of powers. If I can't be a successful hero, might as well shower your daughter anyway. He paid to renovate it, but I bought everything else. I would not have him buy me everything. That's why I have a job; to buy my own things. Not only do I not want to be a spoiled daddy's girl, I like the feeling of buying things that I worked for. Even if I do have post-shopping regrets.

My door was in front of me; it's closed now, but on the front of it I have the Wiccan Rede, pictures of mythical creatures, and strings of beads. Near the door was a corner where I perform my rituals: I had a cabinet that held my materials and herbs, and bookshelf with my spellbooks. Also in this corner was a fireplace; it's been there since before I was born. It works, because I have my own cauldron, and my parents are pretty good about letting me light fires up here.

Near the fireplace was the door to my bathroom, and a walk-in closet; also, a small door that leads to my darkroom. In back of me was my bed. My bed is sort of a futon-style bed with lots of pillows and stuffed animals. On the wall on top of my bed was my stereo, and a nightstand beside my table had my alarm clock and my bible. My dressers were in this area; one was tall, the other was not as tall but it had a mirror. My TV, desk, computer, beanbag chair, and more bookshelves were here. To my right is the loft. It's where I do all my art. I have a drawing table and an easel up there, and also all my supplies.

As with the fireplace, the loft has always been there. My dad says that before the suburbs were here, it was part of an old farmhouse that burned down. They didn't destroy it; instead, they built around it. My room is my sanctuary; it's my place to alone, to be myself.

I climbed up the ladder leading to the loft and put a frock on top of my pajamas. I found the paint, brushes, and water I needed and sat down on the stool in front of my painting. The painting is of the original house that was once here. I dipped my paintbrush into a light blue and started to paint upon the canvas, singing along to the song as I did.

"J'ai pas souri, j'ai pas danse (I did not smile, I did not dance)

Mais tu m'as remarque (But you noticed me)

J'ai pas menti, j'ai pas joue (I did not lie, I did not play)

Mais tu m'as remarque (But you noticed me)

Je t'ai fais courir, je t'ai fais marcher (I made you run, I made you walk)

Mais t'as voulu rester (But you wanted to remain)

Tu me fais bien rire (You make me laugh well)

T'es a mes pieds (I put my foot down)

Tu peux bien t'en aller (You can be well)"

When I'm painting, drawing, or doing any other kind of work, I consider it my thinking time. And right now I've been thinking about how this song kind of describes my life right now. I continued to sing along and think about it.

"C'est vrai t'es pas mal (It is true that you are not bad)

Mais t'es vraiment pas l'homme ideal (But you are not really the ideal man)

J'te suivrai jamais pas a pas (I will never follow you step by step)

J'suis pas une fille comme ca (I'm not that kind of girl)

T'as voulu entrer dans ma vie (You want to enter my life)

Alors fais ce que je te dis (Then do what I say to you)

T'as trop compte sur moi (You account on me too much)

Tant pis c'est fini, t'es cuit (Such an amount it's finished, you're burned)

Tu vois t'es encore apres moi (You see, you are still after me)

Tu ferais n'importe quoi (You would do anything)

Tu voudrais me garder pour toi (You would like to keep me for yourself)

T'es jaloux mais je m'en fous (But you are jealous I am not insane for you)

J'suis pas a toi (I am not yours)

T'as rien gagne (You gain nothing)

T'as trop imagine (You imagine too much)

Tu peux toujours me supplier (You can always beg me)

Tu devrais m'oublier (You should forget me)

The chorus started up again. I cannot help but think that this song describes Lash. I swear, no matter how hard I try to get him to not talk to me, he still does.

It's rather annoying. He does not leave my brother or his friends alone; he's such a huge bully! Yet, he tries to corner me when I'm by myself in the hallways, asking me out and trying to kiss me! Twice he almost managed to pull it off. He's always by himself, too; his fat friend Speed is never anywhere to be seen! I'm constantly avoiding him. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.

The worst part is that when he manages not to find me (the days that I don't get much sleep, the denial part of me says), I actually want him to appear and kiss me. He's so mean to my brother, but when I'm alone, he's...I dunno, considerate. He actually offered to carry my books once! But when I'm with Will and his friends, he's an asshole.

Goddess, I hate mixed signals. I'm so confused. This guy is like the hottest guy ever, and that really does not help!

"OK, je t'avertis, ca suffit, c'est trop tu m'ennuis! (OK, I informed you, you are too much trouble for me!)

Prends tes cliques et tes claques (Take your click and your opera hat)

Par ici la sortie (Here is the exit)

A cause de toi je perds mon temps (Because of you, I waste my time)

Alors ce soir fais du vent (This evening make haste)

De toute facon, tu pars d'ici (Anyway, you're leaving here)

Et pas besoin de dire merci (And you need not say thank you)

Mais qu'est-ce que je faire de toi? (But what will I make of you?)

The chorus began for the last time and I contemplated the song. It's true. The woman in the song is confused by some guy. She doesn't know what to make of him. The guy will not leave her alone, and she doesn't know whether she wants him to stay or leave. It's like with Lash...he won't leave me alone, and I have no idea what to make of him, what with his mixed signals.

In the song, she tells him to leave, eventually. In fact, throughout the whole songs she expresses dislike of the guy, but at the end she really tells him off. Right? Maybe I should take a leaf out of her book? There are a lot of better guys out there, so in essence I should only need Lash like a hole in the head.

But somehow, I'm not so sure. Goddess, I'm so confused! I can't believe I have a huge crush on a guy like this! It pisses me off the way he treats my brother and friends, but I love the way he treats just me. It makes me feel like I'm the only one that matters...god, it really, really pisses me off that a guy can have this affect on me! DAMMIT, it's not supposed to happen this way! This guy is a total asshole, and here I am, a puddle of mush over him!

'Forget him, Lyssa! He's not worth it!' I told myself as I angrily dipped my brush in paint...

...and in my rage over my guy troubles, I just left a huge red streak on my painting. Oh. My.Goddess. I ruined the fucking thing!

"SHIT! YA KNOW! WHAT THE FUCK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I hate men. It's all their fault. Or maybe it's just that I'm PMSing.

At any rate, my whole family came running up the stairs to see what the problem was. They found me up on the loft, purple faced, about ready to break my now ruined canvas over someone's head. Particularly a certain fucking hot guy who won't leave me alone.


Classes went by as normal. Not that I enjoyed any of those to begin with...and then lunch came. I joined Layla in the vegetarian line and sat down at our usual spot. We saw Will approach us, but in the blink of an eye, he tripped and landed right on none other than Warren Peace.

Warren's an okay guy. Since my whole bible quoting...episode, we haven't spoken, but he pretty much left me alone and he doesn't glare at me anymore. It's sort of...a companionable silence, but not quite.

I saw a striped shirt and a long arm slither away from the "scene of the crime." So it was Lash! He knew that Warren doesn't like my brother; he did it on purpose! And I have a sort-of crush on this guy? Sweet Brighid, what the hell am I thinking?

But I won't dwell on Lash right now. Warren looks like he wants to kill Will...or his puppy. Not that Will has a puppy (he doesn't), but Warren looks mad enough to kill everything in sight. This doesn't look good...it does not look good at all.

Warren started hurling fireballs at Will. Oh, poor Will! He's got no effing powers! I swear to the goddess, I will kill Lash for this!

Everyone in the cafeteria was rushing to the sides to avoid the fight. Looking around me, I decided that this has got to stop. I was about to step in and do damage control when Layla held me back. I looked at her questioningly, and she pointed at the fight. I looked up at Will...he was holding up a table with Warren on top of it. He got his powers, he finally got his powers! Will (and Warren, too) looked almost as surprised as I did.

"I'm strong?" He asked meekly.

"He's not strong, he's super strong." Barbie said in amazement. Then she smirked as Will threw the table with Warren on it.

Why do I suddenly get a bad feeling about this? I've been getting a lot of those lately. Does it have to do with the fact that Barbie doll was looking at my brother with admiration (well, as much admiration as possible). Or maybe it has something to do with Principal Powers? She walked in and looked at Warren and Will in disappointment. After a brief lecture, she led them off to the detention room.

Zach, Maj, Ethan, and Layla were talking amongst themselves about the previous events. This is the perfect chance. I'm going to slip out and confront Lash about what he just did. Even though Will discovered his powers, it was still a rotten thing to do to make the situation between Warren and Will worse. I'm seeing red right now. Bring it on, Lash, because I'm on the warpath...crush or no crush.


A/N: Okay, I know it seems like there's not much action with Warren...but there will be later on. I love Lash also, so I thought I should put some of that in here, but it won't last. Basically, there's something for you Lash and Warren cats. Oh, and I don't know how accurate the translation for the French is...I used Babel Fish and I worked out what sounded right...anyway, please review!