things start to look familiar by this chapter. Next chapter will take a new direction with the Leauge. Any input is welcome :)

Knives replayed the events, both the kiss and the incident at the door, over and over again. Ramona was afraid of something... Was it Knives? was it just how Ramona was? She was always running out on things which worried Knives to no end. It hurt her to not see This woman more. A beautiful creature that darted if even slightly spooked.

Miles away, Ramona was revisiting in a much worse fashion. Her paranoia was at an all time high over this girl. A seventeen year old girl! Ramona justified her decision as well as she could. She would end up hurting a confused young girl just like everyone else. There was no more hurting people here... Blue. Blue is easier to hide. Blue kept her out of trouble. She grabbed the bottle out of her well stocked dye cabinet and began the process of recoloring.

While she was in the tub, rinsing out the excess, her phone began to ring. Delicate fingers reached to the towel to carefully dry off and look. Toronto area code but... Who was this? She dreaded two people only.

"Don't hang up!" One of the two, the more Knives of them, "I'm sorry for the other day..."

"Don't... It's fine." Ramona's voice was much more calm when her face not exposed to eager eyes.

Knives swallowed on the other side, "I know you might hate me or something... B-but... I would like to..." Ramona's heart raced a million miles an hour, "B-b-bye!" The line ended. Ramona looked at herself in the mirror. The blue dye didn't get in right, only a single sliver over her right eye worked right.

At least eighty times she had done this! She was out of blue dye so... This was the way it would be for now.

Back on the calling side of the phone conversation, Knives was curled up on her bed, gazing softly into the night. What possessed her to get Ramona's number and almost do that?! Girls weren't supposed to be with girls... But it was Ramona. No one could resist her... Knives was a pathetic school girl with no chance in hell of winning her.

Julie burst in almost on cue and grabbed the phone out of Knives' hand. Knives struggled to take it back, but Julie was much more agile.

"You'll thank me for this later" Julie snapped in her monotone drone, quickly typing something out into the phone. Knives looked over her shoulder and shuddered to see the message:

"I got nervous. Can we go out some time?"

"JULIE DON'T DO IT!"

-Sent-

Knives fell off her bed and gave a slight whimper, "you're taking Flowers to the Battle of the Bands tomorrow."

"Battle of the... Oh yeah! That's going to be awesome!" Knives said, sitting up, "wait! No... Ah! That's... With her! Ah" a swift slap to the face, Julie Powers style.

"Shut the f$& up, because next time I won't be listening at the door."

"Why did you-"

"You asked for Ramona's number, I knew you'd f$& it up."

"W-well..." The phone buzzed back, enticing Julie to check.

"She says 'sounds cool', I'm sending her details now." Julie seemed to take two seconds to type it all out, then tossed the phone back.

"How did you do that so quick?" Knives asked, as if she would get an answer. She felt her phone vibrate to signify an email. Some email address she never heard of... "Patel, is that Indian?"

"One of those scams, delete it hon." (Knives Chau observation: calls me 'hon' when feeling motherly, so nice!) Knives obeyed and deleted it.