Okay guys, I need your opinion on something! For the end of the story, does Dru stay single, end up with Christophe or Graves, or perhaps even... SHANKS? Haha, I put a little Shanks/Dru bonding in here and now I'm thinking of them as a couple. Let me know what you think! (BTW, I've incorporated an Aladdin quote in here! Disney movie, I mean. See if you can spot it!)

Congratulations to awesome4evah, the first to guess the Christophe quote! Here's your chapter! (The quote was "Ruins the palate" which as stated by KittyCat571, is also used in a fancy restaraunt.)

"Hey Dru." Nat greeted, smiling deviously as I walked out of my room, ready to do me some handcuffing. She, of course, knew exactly what I was planning today.

I grinned back at her, and ignored the confused looks of the guys around us. "What are you two planning?" Shanks asked warily. None of these guys were stupid. They knew something was up.

Nathalie and I exchanged looks. "Why nothing, Shanks. What makes you suggest that?" She asked in a falsely sweet voice. She eyed the black bag I had slung over my shoulder. "You got the goods?"

"Are you on crack or something?" Graves inquired.

I shook my head. "I've got 'em. And no, this is way more fun than crack."

Nathalie smirked, while Graves, Shanks, and Dibs settled for looking confused. Christophe, of course, was effortlessly business-like. As was customary, as soon as I started walking down the hall to head to the caf for breakfast, Graves and Christophe each claimed a side of me. Today however, the irritation didn't come. I simply kept the smirk off my face, and thought of how much fun this would be.

I needed a way to get their wrists closer together. Handcuffs don't exactly stretch.

A plan formed in my head. Excellent.

I took another couple steps and then 'tripped.' As I thought would happen, both Christophe and Graves reached down to stop me from hitting the floor. Without wasting any time, I snatched the handcuffs from the bag, and fastened one end around Graves's caramel wrist, the other around Christophe's.

They pulled up, looking shocked. "Dru, what the hell?" Graves demanded.

The others were killing themselves laughing. I grinned largely as I looked at the two of them. "You two are going to get along if I have to handcuff you together until you do."

They stared at me as looks of horror crossed their faces. "You don't mean-" Christophe began.

"I am not spending a single minute handcuffed to this asshole!" Graves interrupted. "I refuse!"

Christophe snorted. "If you think you have it bad, mongrel-"

"See? This is exactly what I mean!" I cried. "If I have to keep you two together for a week, I will."

They were both pulling harshly on the short length of chain that kept them together. "Take this thing off!" Graves cried.

I shook my head. "What fun would that be? You two will get out when I say you can."

"Where's the key, Dru?" Christophe asked. I could hear the restrained annoyance in his voice. Good.

I smirked, and pulled on the thin silver chain around my neck. I'd strung the key onto it and hidden it under my shirt. "Right here." Before either of them could say anything, I tucked it back under my shirt. "So I wouldn't recommend going after it."

They both eyed the outline of it beneath my shirt. At least, it had better have been the key. "C'mon Dru." Graves pleaded. "You're not serious, right?"

"Oh, I'm perfectly serious. Now I've got classes. Buh-bye!"

I walked away, and Nat, Shanks, and Dibs caught up with me, laughing. "Dru, I just might love you." Shanks said.

I grinned. "I knew it. Are you ready to ride off into the sunset Shanks?"

Shanks laughed and scooped me up into his arms. I let out a surprised sound and wound my arms around his neck. "Put me down!"

Shanks set off at a long-legged run towards the caf. "Come, my princess!" He hollered as we burst through the doors. The cafeteria was pretty busy, so we had many pairs of wide eyes on us as Shanks continued carrying me towards our usual table.

Nat and Dibs came up behind us. "This is going to start so much gossip." She commented in an off-hand voice.

Shanks snorted. "Let them think what they want. I don't give a flying fuck, and neither does Dru." He set me down in my blue plastic chair, then gave me a look. "You don't, do you? 'Cause I could set the record straight if you want."

I shook my head. "I don't care what they think. They could think we're running away together to get married in Hawaii if they want." My chair was facing the doors, so I was waiting to see if Christophe and Graves would barge through and demand I un-handcuff them. After a few minutes and they didn't, I figured they didn't want the entire population of the Schola to see the two of them handcuffed.

I smirked and leaned back in my chair. Nat caught my eye and grinned. "How long do you think we have before they kill each other?"

I shrugged. "I'll intervene before then. The point of this is to make them get along, not brutally slaughter each other."

Shanks snorted. "You think that's going to work? Let me tell you Dru, there ain't nothing that's gonna make 'em like each other. Even if they decide who gets-" He broke off at my withering look, muttering something I didn't catch. "There's still the whole djamphir and wulfen thing. It's just not going to work."

I didn't feel like letting that comment go. "No one gets me. I am not a prize to be won! And if people continue to treat me like I am, I'm going to fucking shoot them!"

Shanks shrunk back. "I didn't mean anything by it, Drusy. Slip of the tongue."

I sighed. "I'm not mad at you. Well, maybe a little ticked. I'm just pissed at those two." I grinned. "Hence the handcuffs."

Shanks snorted. "As I said before, I think I love you."

I rolled my eyes. "'Course you do. I want breakfast." I decided. I stood up and made my way to the line. Grabbed a tray and selected waffles and fruit. I avoided the strawberries. I hate those things.

I sat back down in between Nat and Dibs and promptly began devouring my breakfast. What? I'm a teenage girl. We're supposed to eat like hell. And don't you let any assholes tell you different.

Classes that day were boring. When aren't they?

It was after classes that I was once again pissed off.

I headed up to my room, accompanied by Nat and Shanks. Just before we rounded the corner, two voices floated towards us. I froze as I heard the words.

"Leave her alone, mutt. She belongs to me."

"You think she wants you? Back the fuck off. She's mine."

I sucked in a breath. That was Christophe and Graves. And they were talking about me.

Claiming me.

Nat and Shanks had heard them too. Nat's mouth actually dropped open a little in surprise.

So they each thought I was theirs, did they? Well screw that. Those bastards could go fuck themselves all the way to Timbuktu, but I'd be damned if I let them out of the handcuffs now.

I spun on my heel. I didn't want to see either of them.

Shanks and Nathalie quickly followed suit. None of us said anything. They could tell that I was Royally Pissed. In fact, I was so Royally Pissed that I probably should've been wearing a freaking crown and shouting off-with-your-head orders. Maybe I to a certain green-eyed loup-garou and blue-eyed djamphir.

Assholes.

"I want a crown." I stated.

Shanks looked at me. "What?"

"I want a crown." I repeated. "Wait. Can I give decapitation orders without a crown?"

Thankfully, they both knew I was kidding. Well... that's what they thought. Nat snorted and Shanks shook his head. "I think you need to find a better outlet for your anger."

"Killjoy."

Nat interrupted us, smiling like she knew something I didn't. "What's our revenge angle, Dru?"

"Leave them in there for as long as I fucking want to." I answered immediately. "And I refuse to speak to either of them."

"That's not enough!" Nat cried. "We need something more."

I considered. Why not? "Sure. Let's break out the big guns."

"And what does that mean?" Shanks wanted to know.

I grinned. "Oh, you'll see."

Okay guys, now you come in! What does Dru do for revenge? And I need your opinion on Dru's relationship status so I can start building up on it. I don't want to bring an OC into the picture.

I've decided we're going to have chapterly (?) quote contests! I'll put a quote (From SA or not) and the first person to guess it gets to put a request in for the next chapter, which I will incorporate. This chapter's quote is from the Disney movie Aladdin! Hint: It's said by Dru.

Thank you so much for your reviews! They really mean a lot to me! (And yes, that was a thinly disguised attempt to get you to review. ;) )