Sorry for the long wait guys! I've been having some horrible writer's block lately, I hope you can forgive me. Well, I hope this chapter makes up for it :D

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Chapter 9: Triplets?

Breathing deeply, I opened my eyes. Anger welled up inside me as I looked around at my surroundings. How the hell had I gotten back at the school? Last I remembered I was walking home.

With a growled breath, I started walking down the darkened hallway. I could see stars shining brightly in the night sky. The moon shone with them, the only light showing me where I was going at all. It felt rather creepy with the stars shining menacingly, so I started sprinting to base.

I slammed into the door, shoving it open and tumbling into the room. It was empty with the curtains drawn. "What? Where did everyone go?" I wondered aloud, staring around the room. My heart raced in my chest, threating to jump up my throat. The hair on the back of my neck and along my arms stood on end. I jumped to my feet, sprinting back down the hallway. I had to get out of here now. I didn't want to be here alone. Anywhere was better than here.

I hurtled up the stairs, slamming hard into the door at the top. My hands shoved on the push bar, releasing me onto the roof.

Blessed wind whips at my hair and clothes, forcing my door against the wall with an echoing, "Bang!" I breathe in the cool night hair letting it wash away the prickly sensation along the back of my neck.

In an instant, the feeling is back. I can hear voices. People talking. Three people to be exact and by the deep baritone and base of voices they are all male. I inch around a corner, peeking to see who might be up here at this hour. At first, I'm rewarded with the sight of nothing, just conversation.

"The only way to get what we want is by force," the deepest of the voices says, anger and determination coating his words.

"No, giving gifts, that's the way to go. If you do that then you can win her over slowly and she'll be more willing. No need for force or violence," the most timid and highest of the voices objected.

"But what if they say no? What if they push you away? Do you continue to give gifts?" the first voice asked haughtily.

"Well, no, of course not, but…" the second voice began.

"See? Then there's no competition. Brute force is it."

"You're both wrong," came a third voice. It was the middle of the three voices and was the most sullen. His words came out morbid and uncaring. "Why even leave them alive? They just leave you in the end. Skip that part and just kill them, that way they'll never be able to leave you."

My stomach turns. How could they be discussing something so calmly? Were they psycho or something? With a jolt of my stomach, I step around the edge of the wall to see who was having such a disconcerting conversation.

Three identical faces stared back at me. One with black hair, one with brown hair, and one with blonde hair. One stared back with fearful eyes, another glared back with a sullen look, and the last had a sneer twisting his mouth. The black haired boy stared back at me with those fearful eyes, but a cute, shy smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth.

My stomach clenched in fear, turning into a tight knot.

The blonde smile sadistically, cracking his knuckles. "Look boys, one of them has already come to us," he said, then looked at the black haired boy, "She's your type. Would you like the honors?"

"Most certainly," the black haired boy said, nearly drooling. He stepped forward, reaching out his hands as he did so.

"No!" I cried, smacking his hands away and retreating quickly, never taking my eyes from the three.

"Better watch out girl. You and your friends are next on our list," the blonde said, smiling growing. They converged on me as one. I let out a piercing scream, snatching myself from sleep.

…..

The scream flowed into the waking world, effectively pulling me from unconsciousness. I slammed into a sitting position, sweat quickly cooking on my hot skin. I search for that familiar warmth that comforts me at night when I wake from nightmares, but the sheets beside me are empty and cold.

I feel like crying, and then I remembered why they were empty. All of yesterday's events came rushing back in a huge swell, threatening to drown me under their weight. Sighing inwardly, I roll my head around to stare blearily at the neon blue numbers on my clock.

3:28 a.m.

I let out a groan and push myself from the bed. I won't be getting anymore sleep tonight anyway. I set to cleaning my home from top to bottom. It's hard. There are small reminders of Naru everywhere. I book left on the coffee table. A shirt hung up in my closet. A belt coiled up on the bathroom counter. They make me want to run to Lin's apartment, apologize, and hug him until dawn, but I wouldn't do that. He needed to realize that he'd done something wrong, and soak in the regret for a little while.

By the time I was done it was almost six. I stripped from my sweaty night clothes, pulling my hair from its small ponytail, and stepped gratefully into the hot shower. The water seemed to wash all my worries down the drain leaving me happy and refreshed. I dressed in a loose dress that fell to my knees and a pair of brown boots. I tossed a coat on, and headed out. It was only seven o'clock.

It was cold outside and a brisk wind rips at the hem of my skirt. I start walking with no particular place to go. In the end, I end up at a café some blocks away from the school. I stare outside, watching people run from the rain while nursing a cup of tea. Letting my mind wander, I thought about all that had happened since I'd Naru and Gene. I didn't notice the girl standing in front of me until she slammed her school bag on the table.

I startled, nearly throwing my cup over my head. I jerked my eyes up to meet Alice's. "Oh my God, you scared the crap out of me," I breathed, pressing a hand to my pounding heart.

"Trolling are we?" she asked with a grin, dropping into the seat across from me.

"Of course not!" I cried indignantly, getting curious looks from other customers. Lowering my voice, I gave her a level look. "No, I am not trolling for anything or anyone."

"Oh, that's too bad," she said and then gave a long suffering sigh. She leaned back in her chair, staring longingly into the deluge outside.

I propped my head up in my hand, watching her. A slow grin crawled across my face as I understood what she was longing floor. It was the same thing I'd longed for, for so long. I must have looked exactly like that less than two months ago. "Why don't you just tell him?" I asked her, looking out into the rain with my own longing that I wouldn't allow myself to sate, "I'm sure he feels the same way."

Her reflection in the window blushed deeply, darting to look at me. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she contradicted, looking off with a stubborn look.

I grinned. "I'm calling your BS. You know exactly what I'm talking about," I said. When she didn't respond I said his name. "John," I prompted.

Her blush deepened. "But… what if he rejects me?" she whispered.

"Then you have the satisfaction of knowing that you tried. How will you ever know if you never try?" I asked with a soft smile, "I can tell that he loves you a lot and would give anything for you."

"But… But he's a priest! He's not allowed to be romantically involved!" she cried, looking at me with wide, scared and horrified eyes. Tears brimmed on the edge of her lashes, ready to spill over.

"You two will find a way, I know it," I told her encouragingly, smiling.

She stared at the rain contemplatively. She shot up from her seat with renewed verve. "You're right!" she cried, grinning down at me, "I'll never know if I never try. Thanks Mai. I'll call you later and tell you the whole story unless you decide to come back." She winked as trotted out, waving as she passed the window.

I waved back then sighed. My smile fell as I stared into the dark downpour. "I don't know what to do," I whispered to myself.

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