The fae handbook, written by the royal elders, has a section dedicated to young faeries. Mainly young faeries in love. There are low self-control levels, other emotions run high, and they resemble people who have anti-social personality disorder.
-When a fae is in love, their emotions are out of control. It is quite possibly the worst time of their lives, especially for the half-breeds. If angry they have no control over their actions and show no regret, it's like they're a whole different being.
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Lenora did something out of the ordinary the next morning, and her mom took notice. Lenora was wearing a plaid mini-skirt, a tight v-neck, and left her hair in curls that cascaded down her shoulders. She never showed this much skin, it always freaked her out. Another thing that Sheryl had noticed was that Lenora's makeup was thick and dark; but Lenora never wears makeup. It was obvious in her stride that she was different, she could walk in heels with no problem.
Something was up and Sheryl was going to get to the bottom of it. Without a second thought, she had picked up her cell phone and dialed the number she knew so well.
"Luke... there is something wrong with Len." A pause occurred before the man on the other line gave her his reply.
"I'll be out as soon as I can."
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Maxine had returned to school the same day that Lenora did, both different in their own way. Everyone had taken notice to Lenora's change and a lot of people had liked it, some more than others.
Max's friend Isaac walked up to Lenora between classes and smirked at her. He was cute in a boy-band way but not Lenora's type. She could feel his presence but completely ignored him, which he didn't like. He cleared his throat, forcing her to look at him, and then gave her a grin.
"Well, well, well Lenny. What do we have here?" He licked his lips and she gagged. "Russo really doesn't know what he's missing out on." Something inside of Lenora snapped as she turned to look at Isaac.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She slammed her locker door, gaining the attention of everyone around them.
"You know what I mean, Lenny." She ground her teeth at the new nickname; but keeping her head held high, she turned and walked away. A hard slap on her butt forced her to drop her books and turned around to face him. She stepped closer, giving him a threatening stare, and he finally backed down- running away like a dog with it's tail tucked between it' legs.
Mason walked out of the door to the art room and noticed Alex gawking at something. He walked up behind her and slid his hands over her eyes. Alex froze until she smelt the scent of dog. She laughed and pulled Mason's hands off. Mason placed a kiss on her cheek and turned to see what she was looking at.
"What's going on, love?" Alex pointed towards Lenora, who was flirting with one of the football players. "What has she done to herself?" Mason asked, more to himself than Alex. He looked closer and noticed Lenora's lack of bracelets. "Bloody hell." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Sheryl's number.
"What are you doing, Mason?" Alex asked, not understanding his extreme shock.
"Hello?" Sheryl's voice picked up from the other line.
"Hello Sheryl."
"Mason?" Mason gave Alex a look and put a finger over her lips, wanting her to keep quiet.
"Yes, it's me."
"Lenora's at school toda-"
"She's not wearing her bracelet." Sheryl hesitated; how could Mason have possibly known? "And nothing's happened, Sheryl. Something is definitely up." Sheryl cleared her throat and Mason could hear her swallow shakily.
"Her father's going to be here soon, he'll take care of it." Mason hung up and sighed; Alex gave him a very agitated look, not liking the thought of him hiding something from her.
"What's going on, Mason?" Mason looked up at Alex and shook his head.
"I can't tell you." Without another word Mason walked away, Alex following after him.
Maxine noticed Lenora and her mouth dropped open in shock. Max had never seen Lenora look like this before, and being in a girl's body at this point was definitely a plus for this situation. Jealousy flooded through Maxine's body and she pushed her way between Lenora and the jock.
"Woah, what's with the kid?" He asked dumbfounded.
"Yeah, what's with the kid?" Lenora hissed, glaring down towards the girl.
"What do you think you're doing, Len?" Maxine asked up towards Lenora. Lenora ran a hand down her face and then smiled towards the jock in front of her.
"Excuse us." She pulled Maxine out of the way and sat on the stairs with her. "Look Max, we have to talk-"
"Shh! I'm Maxine, not Max." Maxine hissed. Lenora bit her lip, a side of her calming down and showing the real her.
"Whatever! How much longer until you're not... ya know, a girl?" Lenora suddenly felt awkward.
"We don't know yet. But no one's more anxious about it than me."
"Think again," Lenora mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Look, I have to go to class." Lenora stood and walked away. Once she left Maxine's view her calmness left and she became different again.
"We'll talk about this later!" Maxine yelled after her.
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-The only one who can help this young fae out of their predicament is the one they have fallen for. Releasing their true feelings will restore them. It's the only way. They must admit their love or face this curse for the rest of their time.
Reviewers:
Writerandreader- she's just angry about Sheryl and Rick, as explained in this chapter, it's times ten due to the fae abilities.
angel2u- sadly, no one else will find out anytime soon. If you've read my one-shot that's based after the story, no one else finds out 'til then.
Panda-Babii- I'm glad that I've caught your attention : )
SilverUkami- I didn't take your review wrong. : ). I do need to hurry with my updating. I'm just trying to update each of my stories in an order, which is kind of working yet not. Ehh, I'll be out of school May 27, so a lot of updating after then! :D
saraxrawrr- technically no, it just came to me. But after I looked up the Buffy thing (I don't remember much of it, I was more of a Charmed fan) it definitely fit.
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