Chapter 7

"I gotta hand it to your sidekick." Tamsin said as she slid into the booth across from Bo. "The paper angle was a stroke of pure genius." She smiled at the brunette who was sulking and sipping on a milkshake, her long abandoned math book sitting open in front of her.

"What makes you think we had anything to do with that?" Bo retorted, irked at the blonde's mere presence, let alone her accusations whether they were true or not.

"Oh please." Tamsin snorted. "That thing reeked of Girl Wonder, however not Super Snatch. So all the credit fully lies with our little goth friend. Where is she anyway, I thought you two were like conjoined at the hip or something?"

Bo shook her head.

"It's some weird Russian holiday, so she's getting drunk with her family." Bo grumbled. Kenzi had invited her over to share in the festivities, however as much as she loved Kenzi, she wasn't sure she could handle a whole houseful of them, let alone an entire extended family of drunk Kenzis.

Tamsin shrugged.

"Like I said, brilliant plan, it actually looked like you had a real leg up in this competition. How did that whole three hours feel?" She smiled wickedly, knowing exactly what she was doing to the brunette.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bo said feigning ignorance and she returned her attention to her milkshake.

Tamsin's smile twitched wider. She was truly enjoying toying with the girl in front of her.

"Oh it's nothing, just the school is all up in arms about the supposed "it couple's" breakup in the cafeteria during fourth period lunch." Bo cringed at the words. "You do know that you were suppose to maintain your elite couple status until as early as Winter Formal before dumping her publicly? Instead her bestie dumped you before Homecoming!" Tamsin's voice dripped with a sickeningly fake astonished sweetness. "I'm sorry if I didn't quite explain the rules properly."

Bo rolled her eyes and slouched down in her seat.

"Her besty didn't dump me for her, it was a simple misunderstanding." Bo gritted through clenched teeth. "And I thought the bet was through prom? Or have you forgotten your own rules?"

Tamsin's smile never faltered.

"That's not what I hear, I hear the new girl gave you quite the verbal lashing before disappearing after her little friend." Tamsin's mood suddenly dropped, but not so much that anyone besides Bo or someone who claimed to know Tamsin well would have picked up on. "I would have congratulated her myself if she wasn't dodging me around every corner." She shook her head slightly before plastering her smile back in place. "You may want to come up with a new strategy, either that or forfeit, I thought maybe with these new developments it might be a little easier if I cut some of the time, but she's still got to become a contender for Snowflake Princess and beat out the other competition, not that I would ever actually expect for Lauren Lewis or Ciara O'Breen to actually have a real shot at the crown." She shrugged. "If you think you can even make it that long?"

Bo had actually been contemplating forfeiting; She had even toyed seriously with the idea after she was unable to locate Lauren the next period and had heard around that the blonde academic had not been seen since lunch, missing all of her afternoon classes. She may not know Lauren well, but Bo knew her well enough to know that she wasn't one to skip out on school; instead she seemed to live for it. But there was something in Tamsin's tone. She knew that she was doing it just to get a rise out of her, and it was working.

"Oh we're still on like donkey kong." Bo replied straitening in her seat and pushing her milkshake away from her.

"Good that's what I like to hear." Tamsin drummed her hands on the chrome and Formica table that was mint green with red boomerang shapes patterning it.

Bo's eyes narrowed as she took in the cool blonde, with features so sharp she'd make a Viking blush.

"Why don't you tell me the real reason you suddenly decided to cut the competition time? I think we both know that it has nothing to do with your concern as to whether or not I can keep up." She scoffed.

Tamsin rolled her eyes, and shrugged back in her chair.

"Fine." She groaned. "It's not like it's some big secret." She slouched down into the booth. "You remember that chick Dyson dated for a while before you in freshman year? Evony Marquise?"

Bo looked to the ceiling thoughtfully. She and Dyson had always kind of been friendly, but honestly she hadn't spent much time paying all too much attention to who Dyson dated before they got together. She had been seeing the former captain of the hockey team for a good bit of freshman year, and then later had let Dyson pine away after her for a while before she finally gave in and agreed to start seeing him at least half way through sophomore year. So she was drawing a blank.

"I'll give you a hint, long dark hair, around 5'7, bitchy, total pain in my ass…" Tamsin looked intently at Bo for any form of recognition. It took her another moment before Bo scrunched up her face in distaste. "And there it is." Tamsin said pointing a finger in the air as the realization hit Bo.

"I thought she went off to boarding school in like, France?" Bo asked confused as to what Evony Marquise had to do with anything in the first place.

"Yeah, I don't know, she got like kicked out or some shit, the point is that she is back in town, and Dyson wants to see her." Tamsin rolled her eyes again as Bo snickered.

"Fine by me, look if he needs to come up with a new strategy or forfeit…" Bo raised her hands empathetically in the air trying to hide her grin.

Tamsin slammed her fist on the table causing the silver ware and milkshake glass to clank together loudly. "No!" She said before looking around and composing herself. "He's good. He's all in. He just wants to take Evony to prom or some stupid romantic shit like that." Bo smirked, as the blonde was unable to hide the disdain from her voice. Kenzi was right; the relationship between the stepsiblings was an unusual one, how had Bo never really noticed that before?

"Looks like I've already won." Bo smirked, as Tamsin glared at her.

"I don't think so." Tamsin replied, her own smirk returning and twitching at her lips as she folded her arms across her chest.

"What makes you so sure? Sounds like Dyson may be a little preoccupied now, you know, unable to fulfill his duties." Bo was suddenly feeling confident at how the tables seemed to have turned in her favor, especially after massive blowout earlier this afternoon.

"Don't speak too soon." Tamsin laughed. "You have a girl to win back don't you? And it might be a little harder now that you're on her pit bull's shit list." Tamsin slid to the edge of the booth and pushed her self up, coming around and leaning down close to Bo's ear. "I also don't think you've seen Ciara O'Breen recently." Bo looked up to see the mischievous gleam in Tamsin's cold eyes. "Though based off what I hear the brainiac showed up to school in today, and what I heard she wore on your little date…" Tamsin chuckled softly as her breath tickled the side of Bo's face. "She wasn't the only one to get a makeover, only I didn't stop at wardrobe." Tamsin pushed herself upright and turned to leave. "Oh, and the braces come off in two weeks!" She called back over her shoulder as she made her way to the exit of the Dal.

"Great." Bo sighed as she buried her face in her hands. What the heck was she supposed to do with that? And how did Tamsin know about their date? Curse of a small town she speculated. But she still didn't get a good vibe from Tamsin's gloating. Ciara really wasn't all that bad to begin with… Then again, after seeing Lauren on their date the other night neither was she. But how could she convince Lauren to go for a full makeover, and hopefully ditch the glasses without seeming like a complete and total ass? She wasn't all too into style her self, in fact if it wasn't black or leather, you'd be hard pressed to find it in her closet, and her hair and makeup tips had always come from…. That was it. It suddenly dawned on her. Dyson wasn't the only one with a fashion expert on his team.

First order of business, Bo thought as she got up from her seat and grabbed her leather jacket from the red vinyl booth before tossing a smile and a wave of her hand over to her grandfather who was having a discussion near the kitchen with one of his vendors. He looked up when he saw her and gave her a warm smile and a wave as she left the restaurant. Get back Lauren. Second order of business. She continued as she slid into her car and revved the engine. Operation Kenzi.


Lauren had spent the entire afternoon and early evening hiding away in library stacks. She had poured over medical text after medical text, and yet nothing explained the odd occurrences she had been experiencing as of late.

She was frustrated that she had yet to find any answers, but relieved that the few hours in her sanctuary had seemed to help cool her down a little. Man, there's nothing like a good research project to clear the mind. She thought to her self.

However her new focus was now almost equally as frustrating, as there were no hints or tips in the entire medical section that could lead her to a proper hypothesis of what was going on with her today. Maybe she was just tired? Maybe it was just a series of very strange events that had a perfectly logical explanation.

But what about the other night with Bo? She was not all too sure what the statistics of spontaneous combustion in fire hydrants were, in fact she hadn't really even thought anymore about it, or about the porch lights, chalking it up to contents under extreme pressure, and perhaps the effects of a simple pour surge. She was not all too sure where the lines ran, and knowing perfectly well that water and electricity do not mix, it hadn't really fazed her in the least. …But maybe it should have?

She had finally decided to call it a night when a large leather bound book caught her eye as she passed by long rows of books with colorful spines, texts old and new.

"A Brief History of Telekinesis and Energy" Lauren read aloud as she paused next to the isle. She looked up curious as to why she had never noticed this section of the library before. "Magic and the Occult" She laughed quietly to her self. That's why she had never ventured down this particular isle before.

She went to continue walking, when she felt as though something inside of her was drawing her back toward the large antique book. She stopped and turned around, sauntering down the isle and stopping just before the book that had caught her eye.

"I must be crazy." She laughed to herself again. "Either that or a combination of exhaustion from the left over adrenaline dump, mixed with the stress of the day, causing me to be overly tired." She paused. "Either that or I am just plain going crazy as I am standing her talking out loud to myself in the "Magic" section of the library." She laughed and rubbed her temples. After a moment she turned and exited the strange section, before continuing down the stairs, and made her way home.


Bo pulled up in front of the white Colonial style home with its black shutters and bright red door. She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to say to Lauren when she saw her, she just knew that regardless of the bet, she did feel the need to make things right… and if she could get Lauren to forgive her and show up at school the next day with her on her arm and knock that smug look off Tamsin's face, that would just be an added bonus.

It was already dark out, somewhat early for a mid August evening Bo thought as she climbed the two stairs up to Lauren's front porch.

She cracked her knuckles nervously before shaking her hands out, and reached up to knock on the door.

She waited for a minute and when there was no sound coming from the house she reached over and rang the doorbell. A few short moments later Bo could hear muffled footsteps on the other side of the door.

The door quickly opened to reveal a tall handsome man with salt and pepper hair with small streaks of light brown spattered throughout. He had a strong jaw, and thick black-framed glasses perched on his nose.

Bo leaned back for a second looked at the outside of the house making sure that she was in the right place.

"Good evening, how may I help you?" The man asked her in a warm deep voice.

"Uhh," Bo stammered. "I'm Bo, I'm a uh…" She paused unsure of just exactly what she was to his, she guessed daughter. "A friend of Lauren's."

The man looked at her quizzically for a moment before furrowing his brow. Yup Bo thought as the man seemed to be having an internal dialogue with himself on how to proceed, definitely Lauren's dad.

After a moment of contemplation he gave her a small smile.

"You know, my daughter goes years without talking to anyone but her brother and I, and here's the second friend I'm meeting in one week." He shook his head and opened the door wider, standing back so that Bo could enter.

"Yes sir, well, I uh, guess she's just full of surprises." Bo smiled awkwardly trying to relieve the tension.

The man furrowed his brow yet again and cocked his head to the side.

"Not really. Statistically speaking she's never been overly surprising. I would wager about ninety-two percent unsurprising. Now that is most certainly not to say unremarkable, because she has proven every step of the way to be an incredibly remarkable girl, simply not surprising. And that eight percentile really should not have been a surprise, rather a miscalculation, or an oversight on my part." The man rambled as he closed the door after Bo.

Geez, Bo thought to her self I wonder what a dinner with those two is like. You'd probably want to stab your self in the eye after about five minutes. She thought for a second about Lauren's older brother Jack. She hadn't known him well, but she did know that he had a reputation for being quite popular, charismatic, and well liked. She couldn't help but wonder how he fit into this equation, and if he perhaps more favored his mother's personality.

"Mr. err, Dr. Lewis, it's very nice to meet you." Bo said as she extended a hand out toward the stoic older man. He took her hand and as she got finally a really good look at him in the foyer light she noticed the striking resemblance between he and Jack, and even Lauren. The man smiled back at her.

"It's nice to meet you too, what did you say your name was, Bo?" He asked as he shook her hand one last time before releasing it.

"Yes sir. It's uh short for Ysabeau." She wasn't sure why she felt the need to explain herself to the man before her but something about him seemed to command authority and respect. He nodded.

"It is a beautiful name, I took my wife to see Pietro Mascagni's opera Isabeau once. Very compelling tale, yet dreadfully tragic, I do hope that your name is not derived from that story although I do suppose that if it was, your parent's could have just as easily named you Lady Godiva, though I guess that that does not have quite as nice a ring to it." The man rambled on.

And that's where Lauren gets her brainy awkwardness. Bo thought as the man rubbed his chin as he continued to talk about the rebirth and romanticism of the Italian opera. Bo just nodded and smiled. When he finally finished his rant Bo shrugged.

"Um, I was named after my grandmother… I'm not sure who she was named after." She replied giggling nervously.

The man nodded his head and smiled at her.

"I believe that Lauren is up studying in her room. I haven't heard any explosions or swearing so it should be safe to go on up." The man smiled and nodded in the direction of the staircase.

Bo froze. Why would there have been explosions coming from Lauren's bedroom? She finally found her footing and took a few steps toward the staircase. She paused on the third step however when the man called out to her again.

"Wait, should I be letting you go up there?" He asked, and Bo turned around puzzled. The man crinkled is forehead again. "Maybe have her leave the door open?" He questioned suddenly sounding quite unsure of himself, it was as if his whole demeanor had suddenly changed. Bo just stared at him. Did she do something wrong? Why the sudden change in character? The man sighed and scratched his head. "Lauren is very different than Jack, and not just on the molecular level." Bo had no idea where this man was going, and she began to wonder if perhaps the idea of the stereotypical mad scientist had been based on the man in front of her. She also made a mental note to be sure Kenzi never met this man, or she would likely rip apart Lauren's house looking for Frankenstein monsters.

"Ummm." Bo said aloud, hoping that the man would catch her hint that she had no clue what he was going on about now. The man nodded and rubbed the center of his forehead, smoothing out the wrinkle in his brow.

"What I mean to say is that Jack had different rules than Lauren, in fact up until now, there really didn't seem to be a need for rules at all, as Lauren has always kept her own, with little guidance needed from me in terms of, uh, teenage things…" The man returned to scratching the back of his head and Bo was still looking at him dumbfounded. "What I mean to say is that I don't know just exactly what your relationship with my daughter is…" He trailed off, and suddenly it hit Bo what he meant. Bo grimaced, she took it back, Lauren was nothing like her father. They may share a few mannerisms and superficial traits but here before her stood a bumbling, awkward, incredibly forward man. Not that Bo had any right to judge given her own lack of parents, but she couldn't help but feel that the distant man was a piss poor excuse for one, who seemed to lack even the most basic of social graces.

"Are you asking if your daughter and I are dating?" Bo asked unable to hide the astonishment and disbelief in her voice. The man in front of her blushed, and Bo couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sight of a full grown man blushing.

"Yes." The man finally responded matter-of-factly. Bo shook her head in disbelief.

"First of all that's incredibly personal, but yes Dr. Lewis. Lauren and I are dating, I'm sorry if you have a problem with that, but I'll be sure to leave the door open!" And with that she stomped up the stairs, leaving a very bewildered Dr. Lewis staring up after her, unable to move or speak.

Bo wasn't sure what had suddenly come over her. The man's question wasn't even that intrusive, and he did seem to have a grasp on Lauren's sexual orientation, but she couldn't help but feel it was a little rude of him to ask, or imply it outright. She wondered if he had pulled the same thing on Crystal. It was obvious that the man knew nothing about raising a teenage girl, and even less about raising lesbian one. But could she really fault him for that?

It was true; Lauren did not strike Bo as a typical teenager who would sneak out, or rebel. And from the sounds of it the doctor had no idea how to handle the difference between girlfriends and girl friends. For a moment she felt bad that she had been so harsh on him.

Bo wasn't sure which bedroom was Lauren's, and after peaking into a bathroom, and opening a hall closet, she finally tried the next door she came to on the left. Without knocking Bo slowly opened the door, which creaked lightly as she poked her head into the dimly lit room.

She looked around at the framed posters of what she guessed were scientists on the lilac walls, and spotted a long desk that ran along the right wall directly in front of the door. When her eyes fell on the assorted notebooks and beakers of various colored liquids sitting next to a Bunsen burner and microscope, she suddenly realized why Lauren's father had mentioned the possibility of explosions. Her eyes then fell on the form of a blonde lying in the middle of a white canopy bed on top of the sheets.

Lauren was on her side facing toward Bo though she seemed to be asleep. Her glasses were off and sitting on the side table next to her. The blonde was also wearing nothing more then a tight grey tank top, and short navy blue sleep shorts.

Bo's heart fluttered slightly as she took in the girl's sleeping form. The way the single desk lamplight and moon shining in from the window seemed to illuminate honey wheat hair, and dance across soft pale skin. It was mesmerizing to Bo.

She knew that she should leave, but there was something compelling her to stay. That something could very well be the tall now probably angry gentleman down stairs, being one of them.

Bo walked into the room and moved to quietly close the door, forgetting what she promised Lauren's dad. As she turned, she accidently knocked a trophy off the dresser next to her, and it fell with a loud thump to the floor.

"Shit." Bo whispered as she leaned down to pick the object up, and return it to its proper place. She stilled however when she heard the sound of rustling coming from area where the bed was located.

"Who's there?" A voice called out in the darkness, and Bo turned to face the blonde who was now sitting up looking confused. "Bo?" Lauren asked as her eyes adjusted to the light, she squinted to make out leather-clad form that she didn't even need her glasses to recognize.

Bo blushed and took a few steps toward the squinting blonde.

"Yeah, sorry, I came to talk, but it's late." The brunette replied sheepishly.

Lauren glanced at her bedside clock that read eight o'one in white glowing lights.

"No." The blonde replied reaching a toned arm up and running her hand through her long blonde hair. "I just had kind of a crazy day and decided to turn in early." She looked back up at the brunette shyly, who seemed to be frozen in place.

Bo was looking on only partially listening to the blonde, instead distracted by the way Lauren's bicep curled as she ran a hand through light golden hair, and the way the tank top clung to her obviously bare chest. She couldn't help her tongue, which seemed to have a mind of its own as it ran seductively across her top and then her bottom lip, before she bit down gently.

"Bo?" Lauren asked snapping the brunette out of her haze.

"Yeah." Bo responded unable to tear her eyes away from the blonde's perfect form. She had the sudden desire to rush to rush the woman in front of her and kiss her passionately all over her body until the sun came up the next morning. "Sorry what did you say?" She asked as she managed to redirect her protesting eyes to back to Lauren's.

"I was just saying that I'm sorry for what happened in the cafeteria today with Crystal today." The blonde said as her cheeks tinged a rose color. "I, I didn't know she was going to…" Her voice trailed off.

Bo smiled lightly as she moved closer to the bed. Not wanting to make Lauren uncomfortable, Bo grabbed the chair away from the desk, and dragged it over next to the bed, having a seat no more than a foot away from the blonde.

"Hey." Bo said as she reached out and touched the side of Lauren's face, pulling her chin up so that she was no longer looking down at the bed but up and into Bo's eyes. The blonde melted instantly under the tender touch. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who needs to apologize." Bo closed her eyes and exhaled. "I should have called you. No lame excuses." She opened her eyes to see Lauren starting back at her with a hurt yet resilient look in her gaze.

"It's okay Bo. If you didn't want to call you could have just said so." Lauren smiled lightly and Bo could not believe how levelheaded the blonde was. Bo shook her head and caressed Lauren's cheek with her hand.

"No, I really wanted to. I really did but…" She trailed off. What was it about the blonde that made her so nervous? What was this woman doing to her?

"I know. We come from two different worlds. You have a reputation and an image to uphold." The blond said giving her that very sure, understanding, small smile again. Bo yet again shook her head.

"No, it's not that at all. I. I was scared." Bo finally admitted, dropping her hand from Lauren's cheek, and placing it on the bed beside her leg.

Lauren furrowed her brow; she wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but she waited for Bo to work through her thoughts.

"I, I think I'm really starting to like you." The brunette admitted adverting her gaze from Lauren's eyes. That part was true. She really was starting to develop real feelings for the blonde, even after such a short period of time, and the thought truly did terrify her beyond all reason.

"Really?" Lauren asked taken aback. She had never dreamed that she would have Bo Dennis in her bedroom, leaning against her bed and telling her that she was developing feelings for her. If she hadn't had complete control over her every conscience thought and move she would have been sure that she was dreaming.

Bo nodded silently. Lauren nodded back and a smile played across her lips before the next thought crossed her mind, causing it to fade away.

"It's your friends though." Lauren concluded. It wasn't a question it was a statement.

Bo nodded, before cutting her self off.

"NO." She responded. Yes. "It has nothing to do with them." It has everything to do with them, just not in the way you think.

Lauren looked at her confused.

"I don't understand." She replied crinkling her brow in a way that the brunette was beginning to find endearing. Bo shook her head.

"Neither do I." She breathed. She was beginning to unravel completely in such a close proximity to the girl, all Bo could think about was that electrifying kiss they had shared, as Lauren's faint lavender smell intoxicated Bo's senses, and she could almost feel the exhale of the woman's warm breath. Just then Lauren's eyes flickered up to meet hers, and her heart almost melted. I may have said that eye line a million times before, but I never truly understood it or meant it until tonight. "Gosh your eyes are beautiful." Bo breathed. Only after hoping that she did not sound ridiculously corny.

"You're just beautiful." Lauren replied as she moved in closer to Bo, their breath mixing. They stayed that way for a moment. Just breathing. Just staring into one another's eyes. Finally Lauren in a sudden bold moment unable to take it anymore leaned forward and captured the brunette's lips with her own.

Bo let out a deep exhale as she leaned forward into the kiss, that electric surge she had felt during their first kiss returning. Only this time, she didn't pull back. Instead she moved her body forward so that she was kneeling on the bed next to Lauren, her hands rising to the blonde's flushed cheeks, pulling her into her and deepening the kiss.

Lauren let out a soft moan, unable to contain herself. The fist kiss with Bo had been incredible, but this, this was beyond words. The two were so lost in one another that they didn't even register the sound of glass shattering on the desk across from them. Lauren reached her hands up and tangled them into Bo's hair, tugging gently and earning her a moan from the brunette who repositioned herself, pushing the blonde back down on top the bed, and moving to cover her body with her own, their lips never parting. There was another cracking sound followed by a whoosh, and a faint burning odor. They both knew that they should check to see what the noise and smell were, but neither girl was willing to break away from the other as Bo coaxed Lauren's mouth open with her tongue before plunging it into the blonde's awaiting mouth.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Lauren, Ysabeau?" A stern man's voice came from the other side of the closed door, finally forcing the girls apart. "I thought that we agreed on leaving the door open?"

Bo's hand flew to her forehead, as Lauren raised a hand to her mouth trying to stifle a laugh.

"Uh, yes sir, sorry." Bo said extremely embarrassed.

"I heard a crash, and it smells a little like burning up here is everything alright?" The man called this time concern evident in his voice.

Bo and Lauren looked around the room, and over to the desk where they saw several smashed beakers lying in pieces, their multicolored liquids fusing together, and sure enough the small rug on the floor under the desk had a small flame charring the center of the rug beyond repair.

"Shit!" Lauren said under her breath as she jumped up out of bed and sprinted over the far corner of the desk pulling out a small fire extinguisher and began dousing the flame with foam.

"Um, yes, yes, everything is fine. Lauren was just helping me with my er, chemistry homework and things got a little out of hand." Bo called trying her hardest to stifle a laugh as Lauren spun around and gave her a look, only egging Bo on further as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at the flushed blonde.

"Right. Well. I just wanted to make sure that everything was alright." The voice called back through the door.

"Yes Dad, sorry, everything is fine." Lauren called out trying to reassure her father, and hopefully get him to go away.

"Alright. Good. Well, it is getting a little late and it is a school night. So maybe you girls could wrap up?" It came through in the awkward unsure voice that Bo had experienced earlier.

"Yes sir. Bo was just about to leave. I think she's really got a handle on this assignment now." Lauren called back. There was a pause from out side the door.

"Okay. But next time I want this door open." He was clear and commanding again, and the girls held their breath as they heard him walk down the hall, and then the sound of feet treading down stairs.

Bo looked over at Lauren as she set the fire extinguisher down in front of the desk.

"Umm, yeah your dad totally hates me." Bo laughed as she picked up one of Lauren's pillows burying her head in it, and taking a long deep inhale of Lauren's unique scent that clung to the pillowcase.

Lauren burst into a fit of giggles.

"What's up with the door thing? And when did you meet my dad to discuss it?" Lauren asked confused.

Bo groaned and removed her head from the pillow.

"It's a long story. One that you really don't want to know."

Lauren raised a brow.

"Well now I'm intrigued."

Bo shook her head.

"You did just tell him that I was on my way out, and I would prefer to avoid yet another run in with your father this evening." Bo paused and smiled at the blonde who was smirking at her. Gosh she's adorable when she does that. "How about lunch tomorrow? And then maybe after school you could come to the Dal with me? Maybe you could help me out a little more with my chemistry?" Bo winked at the blonde causing her to blush, as she tried to hide her face behind her long hair.

Bo got up from the bed and walked over to meet Lauren. She brushed a section of blonde hair behind an ear as she picked up Lauren's chin again so that the two girls were looking eye to eye.

"You are so incredibly beautiful Lauren." Bo said as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on plump pink, kiss swollen lips. "You just have to let people see it."

The blonde furrowed her brow slightly as she stared back into Bo's warm brown eyes. Eyes that she thought she could get lost in for hours on end. She sighed.

"Goodnight Lauren." Bo said smiling as she placed one last kiss on Lauren's lips before pulling away and heading out the bedroom door.

"Goodnight Bo." Lauren whispered after the brunette. She then looked down at the glass and foamy mess before her. How had this mess happened? Certainly there hadn't been an earthquake had there? Canada was not known for it's earthquakes, in fact the last one near Toronto had been a year before in May, and the whole country only averaged maybe one a year, maybe.

The small fire was not surprising however as she did have a few chemicals on her desk that if mixed together were quite combustible. Thankfully none had reached her computer, and she set about cleaning up the chaos.

Bo was cautious as she made her way out into the hall and crept as silently as possible down the stairs, hoping beyond hope that she could avoid another awkward conversation with Lauren's dad. To her delight she did not find him waiting for her once she hit the landing, and quickly made her way down the rest of the stairs and out the front door, practically skipping to her car.

As she started the engine and pulled away there was a smile plastered across her face. What she did not see however was the face of a very stern looking man glaring at her from the dinning room window.


A/N: See, I promised last chapter that the next update would be here soon, and I think I made it in under 24 hours.

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