Disclaimer: I do not own Claire, Steve, Chris, any of the Resident Evil characters, as I'm not Capcom. :/

Author's Notes: Ahhhh. I dun wanna get your hopes up, but I dunno how much I'll be updating during the weekdays. Sorry. So anyways, other than that, I have decided to do a Billy/Rebecca romance. Mr. Coen will be the gym teacher, and I have only watched youtube videos, so I dunno how well I'll be able to pull him (and her) off. So please excuse me if they're a little OOC. Other than that, thank you SO much for your reivews! They really do make my day. (heart.) Please enjoy!

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Rebecca slipped into the gym teacher's office, peering around to make sure no one saw her as she closed the door behind her. She pulled the dog tags from beneath her shirt, smiling to herself. She took a seat in the big desk chair, running the metal chain between her small fingers. She just had to wait for Mr. Coen to get back.

She had gotten the dog tags as a gift from him, only after she swore to keep their relationship a secret. It was hard to keep it a secret. She always had to come up with excuses why she was running off after school almost every day to meet a teacher.

Billy Coen walked into the office, giving a soft smile when he saw Rebecca already sitting in his chair. "Rebecca..."

"Good afternoon Mr. Coen!" She smiled, twisting her fingers together in her lap.

The older man smiled, making sure the door was closed and locked. He couldn't afford to have someone come to see him and discover Rebecca in his office. He leaned against the desk, pulling off his jacket to reveal a grey tank top and a black tattoo reading "mother love" down his entire arm. He often wore the jacket to cover it up, being that tattoos aren't very acceptable on teachers. His brown hair was spiked lightly, a few strands of hair falling into his face. He was young, either in his late twenties or his early thirties. (Rebecca hadn't ever asked.) A whistle hung around his neck where the dog tags had once been.

Rebecca jumped up, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, smiling softly as he rested a hand on her waist.

"I missed you!"
"You saw me earlier today, Rebecca."

She smiled softly, closing her eyes and leaning against his chest. She listened to his heartbeat, wrapping her arms around his neck and locking her fingers together.

Billy stroked her short auburn hair, watching her with a smile.

She opened her eyes, leaning up to him and giving him a soft, shy kiss. She giggled as she pulled away, watching his reaction.

"Rebecca." He frowned lightly, pushing the younger girl away. "You know I can't."

"Mr. Coen!" She whined softly, pressing up against him. "We won't get caught... Come on, it's just a kiss..."

"Rebecca." He murmured more firmly. "You don't understand..."

"You don't want me?"

"Rebecca..."

"Well?" She crossed her arms.

"You know I want you..." He touched the side of her face with the back of his fingers softly. "But you also know that I could lose my job, go to jail, and that I could lose you. I don' think either one of us wants that to happen."

The sixteen year old pouted. "I know...it's not fair..."

He glanced around before giving her a quick kiss with a smile.

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After about half an hour of wandering around the mall, the girls decided to buy dresses for the upcoming dance, much to the boy's disappointment.

Chris wasn't sure how much time had passed. He was situated on one of the benches outside of the dressing room, sitting with his chin in his hand and his elbow on his crossed knee. He wasn't very happy.

Jill came out of the dressing room, holding the skirt of her dress up. It was a turquoise dress – blue, naturally, just like the other twenty or so dresses that she had tried on today – strapless, sleek with a shining silk material that swept down to her toes. It flowed with her body curves, flattering her very well.

Chris smiled, standing up. "Oh, Jill... that looks amazing."

Jill smiled, giving a half-twirl as she held onto the soft silky material. "You like it?"

"You look beautiful." He took a step towards her, taking her face in both of his hands and giving her a tender kiss.

Alexia was out next, looking around for her brother. She'd found the prettiest, most extravagant gown for herself. Naturally, it was royal purple and covered in sequins. The skirt was very full, layers and layers of taffeta and tulle making the skirt even fuller. She looked like a princess and she loved it.

Alfred actually gave a squeal. "Alexiiaa! Ohh, you look beautiful!" He clasped his hands over his mouth, smiling.

She smiled. "I know. I think with my tiara and some diamonds, I would look downright stunning."

Her twin nodded in agreement.

Ada gave a smirk, leaning up against the door frame leading into the dressing rooms for dramatic effect. She'd found a long dress, mostly red with a black lace up corset front.

"Oh, Leon." She called, watching the boy look up. He grinned.

"Oh damn! Ada, that looks good." The brunette grinned bashfully, looking her over. He glanced around, seeing Chris and Jill close by. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to regain his composure. "You look very lovely."

She smirked softly. "Good."

Claire headed towards Leon now, uncomfortably glancing around. She didn't like this dress that Leon had picked out for her. It was short in the front and very long in the back. The material was red with black lace over almost all of the front part. Even though she didn't like it, she'd tried it on for Leon's sake.

"Leon...?"

"Claire." He smiled at her, looking her up and down. "Ohh, I like it. You look pretty."
Ada smirked, looking away from the couple. She'd gotten a much better reaction than that.

Claire smiled weakly, twisting her fingers into the material. "I don't really like it..."

"Really?" Leon frowned softly.

"R-Really, I'm going to go change, okay?" Claire disappeared into the dressing room.

Ada paused, waiting for her to pass before she turned and followed. "Claire..."

Claire blinked slowly, looking over to her. "Huh?"

"You know your boyfriend gave me a better response to my dress, yes?"

"What?" Claire gave a weak laugh. "No. He wouldn't do that."

"...oh, Claire, you're so naive..." There was a laugh from Ada.

Claire shook her head. "I'm sorry you wish you had my boyfriend. But he's mine, and not yours."

"Sure, Claire. Whatever you say..." She smirked, walking past her.

Claire frowned, shaking her head as she went back to her dressing room booth to try on the dress that she'd picked out. Leon wouldn't ever do something like that. He wouldn't cheat on her. He wasn't that kind of guy. Right?

Steve was wandering around the dress department, saying nothing as he looked at all the different dresses. What surprised him the most was the prices on these damn things. He shook his head, wandering over to where the rest of the group had gathered. But he stayed away from the twins. They still gave him the creeps.

Claire examined herself in the mirror first. She liked this dress. It was much shorter than the other that Leon picked out was. It bearly came down to mid-thigh. She knew that her brother wouldn't like it, but she liked it.

It was crimson with gold accents and there was a built-in petticoat that was shining gold. She smiled softly. She liked the way it fit her and everything.

She ran her fingers through her hair, making sure that it looked good before she stepped out and moved where the rest of the group was.

She looked around for Leon, stopping in her tracks when she saw Leon with his arms wrapped around Ada's waist. She frowned, swallowing hard and closing her eyes to make sure she was seeing what she thought she saw.

She opened her eyes again and now they were kissing. Ada was giggling, twirling Leon's hair around her finger.

Claire whimpered, turning and running back into the dressing room, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Steve followed her, having seen her run back in. "Claire?"

"G-Go away!"
"Claire..." He frowned, moving towards her. He knew he wasn't supposed to be in here, but he came anyways. "Come here."

"G-go away!"
"Talk to me, what happened?"

She whimpered, leaning against the dressing room stall door. "L-leon...Leon, he...he's cheating on me."'

"What?" He frowned.

"Y-yeah! With that whore Ada!"

Steve hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. He didn't know how to comfort a girl, he'd never really been around many. "It's okay. He's an ass anyways."

She buried her face in his shoulder. "I...I don't know what I'll do..."

"Don't worry. We'll think of something." He touched the back of her head softly.