Yay, I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter! It was so much fun to write.
Nuffin' else to say. Enjoy!
Monique Rochester
"Dahlia! You're already home?" Dahlia is rushing down the stairs as we walk in the door.
"Yeah, I just got back. I had so much fun! What about you guys?"
"I. Am. Tired," Frankie says wearily. "I'm going to bed." True to her word, Frankie slides off her high heels and goes downstairs without another word.
"Well, that's out of character," Luzma observes. "Anyway, how'd your date go, Dahlia?"
"Perfect!" Dahlia swoons. "Ken is just so sweet! And look!" She holds out her left hand, and we gather around closer to peer at her new ring.
"Does that mean…?" I wonder aloud.
"Yes! I'm his girlfriend now! He asked me like, five minutes ago, right before he left!"
"Aww, that's great!" Melanie says, reaching up to give Dahlia a hug. "I'm so proud of you!"
"And all that time you spent talking about how you were just friends and 'didn't really like him!'" Rachel adds with a smile. Dahlia is too happy to take any offense, however. She just looks down at the ring and twirls it around her finger a few times.
"Are you the only one back?" I ask her. Dahlia nods.
"Yeah. I don't know where Jemma is, but I haven't seen her."
"She probably went to hunt down Mr. Faraize," Luzma mutters, eliciting giggles from everyone.
"Oh, it looks like someone else is back," Dahlia says, looking out the window. We all turn around and look outside as two figures step out of a car.
"Looks like Sammy," Melanie says. We decide that it would be rude to spy on everyone, so we go upstairs to Jemma's bathroom again to scrub off our makeup and soak our feet. I was smart not to wear heels, and so was Dahlia, but everyone else is practically dying.
Sammy comes upstairs to find us a few minutes later.
"Hey, guys," she says happily. "How'd your night go?"
"Well, we met German's boyfriend, he's pretty cool, Dahlia and Ken are now official, and I got to dance with Nathaniel, so, pretty good," Rachel summarizes quickly. "What about you?"
"It was fun."
"C'mon, Sammy, details!" I beg.
"Jade and I had a good time. We talked, we danced, and it was fun. There's nothing else to say, really."
"Ugh, fine."
When Carrie comes home, she says pretty much the same thing. When Elena comes home, she says that she had a lot of fun, surprisingly, even though Castiel wouldn't dance with her. She does, however, tell us that Lysander's car was right behind hers, so we all rush to the top of the stairs and watch the scene below as quietly as possible. Not much happens really; but we can see them through the window standing outside talking for a few minutes before Carly seems to say that she needs to go inside. In response, Lysander takes her hands in his and presses her fingertips to his lips, just like the princes in old fairytale movies. Carly looks down, probably because she's blushing, and ducks inside. She doesn't see us. As Lysander walks away, she leans against the door and watches him go.
"Hi, Carly!" Luzma finally shouts, ruining the moment. Carly jumps and whips around, looking like she's just seen a ghost.
"Oh my gosh!" she says, holding a hand to her heart. "You guys are so mean!"
"Ah, no we're not," I say, waving my hand. "Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, Lysander was fine," she says, climbing the staircase slowly.
"From the looks of it, he was more than fine," Elena says, a sly grin growing on her face. "But it's okay. No one else will tell us anything, either. And I can always ask Castiel."
"I don't know if Lysander will tell anything to Castiel…"
"You never know. I have a feeling Castiel can get anything out of anybody if he wants to," Elena teases her.
"What'd he get out of you, then?" Rachel asks.
"He didn't really ask me anything. He thought my parents were cops, though," Elena replies. "Something about asking a lot of questions…I don't know."
We talk for a while longer before finally deciding to go to sleep at around two in the morning. We don't do anything the next day, but the day after it's time to go back to school.
"Miss Rochester!" the principal greets me as I walk in. "I have someone very important to introduce to you. It seems Mr. Faraize has dropped out of directing the musical for unknown reasons."
"Oh? So who's going to be the director?"
"You!" she says happily.
"Just me?" I ask, shocked. I didn't sign up to direct the musical, just to help out…
"No, no, of course not! That'd be ridiculous! However, we have a pair of new students today, and one of them expressed interest in helping out. So, I've decided to let you two be co-directors!"
"Oh, okay!" I say, relieved. "Who's the other person?" The principal looks around, confused.
"Well, he was standing right here…" she mutters. "Alexy!"
"Hey girl!" A boy emerges from around the corner, wearing brightly colored clothes and headphones around his neck. His hair is dyed a bright blue, and he has the same color contacts that Jemma has. "I'm Alexy!" He grins widely at me and waves.
"Uh, hey, I'm Monique," I reply back, startled by his outgoingness.
"So I guess we get to direct a play? That'll be fun, right?"
"Yeah, it should be," I say, smiling. "Have you done anything like it before?" Alexy shakes his head violently.
"Nope! But I'm really excited." Well, he seems fun. But we'll have to do a lot of research, seeing as I've never done anything like it before either.
"Well, I'll let you two talk," the principal says. "Alexy, have you and your brother finished your registration?" Alexy's smile falters.
"Um…no?" The principal scowls at him, as if it should've been obvious.
"I can help him out, ma'am," I tell the principal. "We can talk while we work on that." She relaxes again, probably happy that she doesn't have to do any work.
"Thank you, Miss Rochester," she says. "Alexy, don't give the poor dear too much trouble, now."
"'Course not," Alexy says, winking at me. The principal rolls her eyes and walks away. "So, what do we have to do for registration?" Alexy asks.
"Well, first, we should probably find your brother," I tell him. "What grades are you guys in?"
"We're both juniors."
"Both of you?" Did Alexy get held back or something?
"Well, yeah, we're twins," Alexy explains. Ah…that makes so much more sense.
"Oh, cool!" I say. "Is he going to help out with the musical as well?"
"No," Alexy says, frowning. "He doesn't like that kind of thing. I could force him to figure out the lights and sound machines, though," he adds, brightening up. "I'm useless with technology!" I chuckle and hold the door open for him as we walk inside the school.
"Do you know where he went?" I ask.
"No…" Alexy whines. "But he'd better show up soon; he promised we could go shopping!" I laugh to myself. He likes shopping? That's slightly unusual. This Alexy is certainly a…colorful character. No pun intended.
Frankie Roland
I don't want to go to clubs today; I'm still exhausted from Homecoming. So I decide to steal Lysander and Castiel's bench and IM my friend Dorito from my fake email. His email is fake too, because his name is not Dorito.
Xenophilia: Whatcha doing?
Dorito: Trying to find my idiot brother; we just transferred schools and I have no idea what we're supposed to do.
Xenophilia: Don't you have classes in the morning?
Dorito: No, this school is weird. Everyone has a free period in the morning.
Xenophilia: Really? Mine too!
Dorito: Are you serious? That's awesome! Where do you go?
Xenophilia: My school's called Sweet Amoris.
It probably wasn't a great idea to tell him the name of my school, but if he is a creepy stalker, we have drills for that kind of thing. Besides, the school is so small he probably wouldn't be able to find it on the internet. Or on land, for that matter.
Dorito: Wait…you go to Sweet Amoris?
Apparently he knows what it is. Surprising.
Xenophilia: Yep, why?
Dorito: That's where my brother and I just transferred to!
OH MY GOSH! Dorito goes to my school!
Xenophilia: Are you kidding? Where are you?
Dorito: I don't know! I'm totally lost. There are lots of flowers and stuff out here, though…
The garden club! I stand up and race across the courtyard to the gate to the garden club. Sammy is in here with Jade and Violette, and so is a dark haired, blue eyed boy who's leaning against the wall of the school, a shocked expression on his face.
He doesn't look anything like a Dorito.
"Hey!" I call. "Are you Dorito?" The boy looks up, and his eyes open wide when they land on me.
"Xenophilia?" he asks in disbelief.
"My name's Frankie, actually," I say, cracking up. Elena was right; it does sound stupid, especially when he says it. His blue eyes light up.
"This is so cool!" he says. "My name's Armin. And sorry to be rude, but do you know how to get out of here? I don't like to be outside."
"The uh, doors are literally right there…" I reply, pointing in the general direction of the school's entrance.
"Oh, great," Armin says, relieved. "Have you seen my brother? I don't think we've finished our registration."
"Mr. Rainbow?" I inquire. Armin grins.
"Yeah! You remember that?"
"Of course! It was, by far, the strangest online experience ever."
"Ah, yeah, it probably was," he chuckles. "Hey, I really want to talk to you, but it'll have to wait, okay? I really have to find my brother so we can get our registration done."
"Oh, okay. Well, it was nice talking to you, Dorito!" Armin laughs and makes his way inside. I plop down next to Sammy grinning like an idiot.
"Who was that?" she asks.
"That was Dorito! I've been chatting with him online for several weeks now, and he just moved here!"
"Wow, that's a weird coincidence," Sammy laughs.
"His brother is really nice, Alexy, I think his name is," Violette tells us, a small smile on her lips.
"Do you know where he is?" I ask her. Why didn't she speak up earlier when Armin was still here?
"He was in here looking for Armin, but then the principal came to get him. Something about the musical, I think," she says.
"The musical?!" Is Dorito going to be helping too? That would be so much fun!
"Yeah. She said that he could be co-director with Monique if he wanted, and he said that it might be fun."
"Ohmigosh!" Without waiting for any more information, I jump up and run towards the entrance in search of Dorito, Alexy, or Monique. Armin had said something about registration, so maybe they're with Nathaniel. I burst into the student council room, and sure enough, they're all there.
"Hi Frankie!" Monique says cheerfully. "This is Alexy and Armin, they're new. Alexy's going to be co-director with me for Beast, isn't that awesome?"
"Yeah, that's cool, Moni," I say. Alexy grins and gives me a happy wave.
"Here are your forms, guys," Nathaniel says, handing Armin and Alexy each a form. "So, just that, fifteen bucks apiece, and then you should go ahead and get your photo id's taken from the store around the block."
"Sounds good, dude!" Alexy says, sitting on top of a desk and taking out a purple ink pen.
"Here, Frankie, we should probably get going," Monique says, coming over to me and tugging on my shirt.
"Okay, bye guys! I'll talk to you later I guess, Armin." Armin smiles at me and nods while Alexy waves wildly again.
"Later, girlies!" he calls. Nathaniel asks him to please keep his voice down, and Monique and I close the door behind us.
"How do you know Armin?" Monique asks me.
"It's really crazy, but we actually met online!"
"Really? That's Dorito?" Monique looks back at the boys through the door.
"Yep, that's him!"
Elena Mercer
Today is the first day of cheer practice. I'm really happy that I made the squad. Of course, I would've liked to be Head Cheerleader, but Amber was actually very good. She's also very bossy.
The cheerleader uniforms are pink and white; the school's colors. I giggle to myself, imagining the reaction that boys get when they tell people they go to a school called Sweet Amoris, where the mascot is a smiling cupcake and the colors are pink and white. I'd probably want to shoot myself. Not really, but you know.
"Hello, Elena!" Amber screeches when she sees me. She prances over to me in her cheerleader uniform, the Asian girl Li trailing behind her. "How was your weekend?" She sounds like she's trying too hard to be nice.
"It was fine, thanks," I reply simply. "How was yours?" Amber clears her throat dramatically.
"I'm sorry. Let me rephrase. Did you have fun at the Homecoming dance?" I smile at the memory of the dance.
"Yeah, it was great. I went with Castiel, and-"
"Excuse me?" Amber asks, her eyes narrowing. "Can you repeat that last part?"
"I went with Castiel?" Amber throws her head back laughing, and Li follows suit.
"Why would he possibly want to go with you?" Amber laughs. She seems slightly upset.
"I don't know," I shrug. "We get along." Amber looks like she wants to bite my head off, but Li whispers something in her ear and she relaxes.
"Whatever. Don't expect it to last," she tells me. "What about your other friend? The girl in the white dress? I saw her slow dancing with my brother."
"Who, Rachel? Yeah, I think she danced with Nathaniel, why?"
"You can tell her to stay away from him," Amber snaps. "I don't want any annoying girls hanging around our house, and my brother doesn't want a girlfriend." Does she even hear herself? She really shouldn't be complaining about annoying girls…
"How do you know what Nathaniel wants?" I retort, putting my hands on my hips.
"Well he said no when Melody asked him out last year," Amber says. "So clearly, he doesn't want a relationship."
"Did you ever think that maybe he was just waiting for someone he actually wanted to date?"
"What, like how Castiel wants to date you? As if, I mean, look at yourself," she huffs. I'm about to come up with a comeback when she turns around and claps her hands above her head. "Okay girls! Get into position!" I scramble into position with the other girls, frowning. I can't believe that Amber is going to ruin cheer team for me.
Lysander
I've had this idea for a song growing in the back of my mind for quite some time now, but I'm still not sure what I really think of it. I haven't even shown it to Castiel yet; it's hidden in the very back of my notebook. I'm not sure that he'd even like it. It isn't exactly written in the style of the Winged Skulls. But even so, I don't have the music yet. As of now, it's really more of a poem. It doesn't really seem like a song in the first place though, so maybe it'll stay that way.
"Hey, man," Castiel says, dropping his bag on the ground next to our bench. "You finish that song yet?"
"No, I forgot," I reply, flipping backwards in the book to the song we've been working on together. We've got everything except for the bridge, and ideas keep escaping us. It's quite frustrating.
"Lys, get on board!" Castiel says, irritated. "We haven't had a new song in ages!"
"I'm very surprised that you're not interrogating me about the dance," I say, slightly amused. And it's true that that was what I had been expecting when he approached me. We're not staying after school today; Leigh asked me to come home instead for once. I'm not sure why, but Leigh asks very little of me, so it's the least I can do. But it's not like we need that song done today.
"Well, I was going to save those questions for another time…" Castiel says. "I was going to ask you and Mouse together."
"Yes, because we're always together." I really shouldn't have brought this up.
"Well, no, but I'm sure Elena and I could've figured something out."
"Ah, yes, Elena. How was she?"
"Fine," Castiel huffs.
"I don't understand why you expect me to tell you all about my date, and yet you refuse to tell me anything about yours. You at least danced with her, I hope?"
"No," Castiel says, grinning. "But you did, didn't you? I never thought I'd see the day when Lysander would dance with a girl."
"Lest you forget, it's your fault I went with her."
"Nah, it was mostly Elena's fault. I'd take it up with her," Castiel tells me.
"Mr. Castiel!" the principal's ear splitting shriek pierces the air. Castiel looks up and scowls at her. She looks angry. "You were absent again on Friday," she accuses. He nods and crosses his arms, leaning back into the bench.
"What're you gonna do about it?" he challenges, smirking.
"Well," she begins indignantly, "it seems there were some complications about getting you to sign your note last time, so Nathaniel suggested I find an alternative."
"And you do everything Natty boy says, don't you?" Castiel mutters, not making eye contact. The principal bristles.
"Young man, you ditch your classes on a daily basis, you refuse to join a club…" the principal proceeds to list the things Castiel has gotten in trouble for. Going on the roof, smoking in the courtyard… "So," she finishes, "I've decided to require you to participate in the musical. If you don't, you shall be expelled from Sweet Amoris. You too, Mr. Lysander. You two look far too guilty just sitting here every morning." She storms away, leaving Castiel and I speechless. The musical? Is she serious? It was slightly funny when it was only Castiel, but now that I have to as well, it just seems ridiculous.
"That was quite unexpected," I finally manage to say. I don't think Castiel has ever been angrier, though.
"I think I'm going to go have a little talk with Nathaniel," Castiel growls standing up. "You finish that song." He storms away, every move he makes sharp and deliberate. I consider following him, but Nathaniel would never accept help from me, and Castiel's right, I do need to finish the song. Right now, though, all I can hear are the shouts from the cheerleaders in the field behind me. Maybe the garden will be quieter.
There's actually no one in the garden right now, so I'm lucky. There's a little stone bench concealed by a bush, so I decide to sit there. No one will interrupt me if I can't be seen.
I'm not there for ten minutes before I'm interrupted again.
"Lysander!" …Carly? How'd she find me here? I slam the notebook shut and stand to face her, not letting my surprise show, or the fact that I'm secretly very pleased to see her.
"Carly," I say, nodding in her direction. "Is something wrong?"
"Your brother's out in the courtyard," she tells me. "He said he and Rosalya had a fight about something." That's news…maybe that's why Leigh wants me home this evening. He tends to freak out about Rosalya. The last time they had a fight, which wasn't too long ago, he bought her a diamond ring.
"Really? That worries me," I say.
"Yeah…" Carly sighs. She runs a hand through her hair and looks at me. "Anyways, I told him I'd try and think of a way to help him out, but I don't know Rosalya that well. Do you have any ideas?"
"Well, you're a girl," I say. "Wouldn't you have better ideas than me?"
"Different girls like different things," Carly shrugs. Hmmm, okay. What would Rosalya like?
"Do you know what their fight was about?" I ask Carly.
"Yeah, um, something about Leigh not showing his feelings enough." Oh, is that all? That's easy then.
"I could write her a poem," I suggest. "We could pretend that Leigh wrote it; I think she might like that."
"Oh, that's a great idea!" Carly exclaims. "Do you have time now?"
"Sure, it won't take long." I tear a sheet of paper out of my notebook and sit back down on the stone bench. Carly comes around and sits down next to me, looking over my shoulder, and suddenly all I can think about is the vanilla scent of her hair. How can I write a love poem when I'm distracted by her presence? Then it hits me. I'll just rewrite the lyrics from my secret song. I copy Leigh's scrawling script as best as I can, then hand it to Carly. She reads it out loud.
"My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy.
"I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer's day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.
"Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one."
I tweaked some of the words as I wrote them, but Carly doesn't seem to notice the strange parts. She looks up at me, her big brown eyes sparkling.
"That's beautiful," she whispers. "How'd you write it so fast?"
"The written word comes easily to me," I tell her, allowing myself a small smile at the compliment. She doesn't know that it was already written, or that dancing with her, of all things, was the inspiration.
"Well, thank you," Carly says, standing and facing me. "It's really nice of you to help Leigh out."
"It's also quite refreshing to see a girl do something for someone other than herself," I say. Carly blushes and looks down at her feet.
"I didn't really have anything I was doing anyways…" she mutters.
"Well, I'm sure Leigh and Rosalya will appreciate it," I say honestly. She glances up, confused.
"You aren't going to come with me? You know, to give it to him? Tell him you wrote it?"
"You can tell him well enough yourself," I say, smiling at her perplexed expression. "I promised Castiel I would finish a song, and I really do need to work on it."
"Oh, okay. Well, thanks again." To my immense surprise, she leans down and plants a split second kiss on my cheek. "See you later." She walks away quickly without making eye contact, and I reopen my notebook. Writing the song has suddenly become a very conscious decision.
Melanie Reed
The book club members are supposed to be reading "Life of Pi." I feel like it would be better appreciated outside, since that's where most of the story takes place, so I'm surprised to find Castiel and Lysander's usual bench unoccupied. Turns out, with the tree hanging right above it to provide shade from the sun, it's the perfect place. No wonder they like sitting here.
"Leigh!" I'm startled out of my book by Carly's voice shouting across the courtyard. Leigh? What is Leigh doing here? I look up from my book to see Carly running across the courtyard from the garden with a piece of paper in her hand, right up to…yes, it's Leigh. What the…? I stand up and cross over to them. Carly is showing Leigh the piece of paper, and he's reading it intently.
"Hey, something up?" I ask, watching their concerned expressions.
"I had a fight with Rosalya…" Leigh says, still reading the paper. His voice sounds far away. "Carly here is trying to help me out." When he finishes reading, he looks up at Carly. "That's very nice," he says. "I didn't know you were a poet."
"I, uh, actually got Lysander to write it," Carly tells him. "But yeah, it's really beautiful."
"What is it?" I peer over Leigh's shoulder at the piece of paper and skim it. It's a poem. A love poem, no less.
"You can pretend you wrote it," Carly says to Leigh. "Do you want to give it to her?"
"I'm not a student here," he says, shaking his head. "I'm not allowed to go inside the school, and Rosa won't come out."
"Oh, I don't know where she went…" Carly sighs, biting her lip and twirling her hair around her finger. "Sorry."
"I saw her somewhere," I speak up. "I could bring it to her." Leigh smiles.
"Really? Thanks, Melanie."
"Yeah, no prob." I take the poem and go inside. I have other plans, though. Very controversial plans.
When Leigh gave Rosalya that ring, it made me…feel something. Something I hadn't even realized was there before. All of the sudden, I realized that I wanted that ring to be for me. Not in an "I'm so great and deserve a diamond ring" way but in an "I really wish Leigh felt that way about me" way.
I don't even know why they're together, really. She's constantly giving him a hard time, it seems, and he just acts like her own personal slave. I wonder if Rosalya really sees how lucky she is to have him, and I wonder if Leigh knows that he deserves better. He deserves more.
So, even though I know it's wrong and I'm probably going to regret it, I need to get them to break up for good. But the first order of business is getting rid of this poem.
I slip into an empty classroom and tear up Lysander's poem. Looking at the shredded pieces, though, I feel really bad, because he probably worked hard on it, so I gather them together and put them in my bag, telling myself I'll tape it back up later, mostly to make myself feel better about what I'm doing.
I need to hurry up and get this done before that nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach becomes too strong to ignore.
I pull out another piece of paper from my bag and copy the style of Lysander's poem, rewording it to sound insulting, trying to match Lysander's handwriting. Rosalya will never go back to Leigh when she reads it.
Once the 'poem' is done, I fold it neatly and exit the classroom to find Rosalya. It's not very hard to find her, because girls who are having boyfriend problems are traditionally in the corner alone or with a friend, crying and trying to figure out what to do. Rosalya is alone, sitting back in the corner behind the stairs, next to the door to the room where Lysander and Castiel go to practice. I wonder if she's in on their little secret.
"Rosalya? Are you okay?" I approach her slowly, trying to appear as sympathetic as possible.
"Well…no," she manages, stroking her long hair. "Not really. I had a fight with Leigh and Carly went to go talk to him, but she hasn't come back…"
"She had to go do something," I lie quickly. "But she did talk to Leigh. Apparently he wrote this for you, I'm not sure what it is." I hand her the poem and she opens it hopefully. Her eyes skim the page, and her face gradually darkens.
"That's…that's awful," she stammers, tears welling up in her eyes. "I can't believe I didn't know that's how he really felt! C-can you tell him…" her voice fades away.
"Tell him what?" I ask gently. I feel kinda bad, now. I didn't know she'd be so upset.
"Tell him I never want to see him again," she says finally.
"Oh, Rosa, I'm so sorry," I say, wrapping my arms around her neck in a comforting hug. She smiles sadly.
"It's okay. I don't want to date a guy like that anyways," she says, dashing away a tear with the back of her hand. "Thanks, though."
I can't bring myself to say you're welcome.
Rachel Biersack
"JUST ACCEPT YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES AND YOU WOULDN'T HAVE THIS PROBLEM!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! I DON'T SEE YOU ACCEPTING YOUR RESPONSIBILITY FOR THAT!"
"THAT'S BECAUSE I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"
"LIAR!"
Angry shouts in the hall draw people out of their classrooms and clubs to see what's going on. There's a circle of students outside of my classroom, but I don't really want to see what's going on until I hear an anonymous shout from the crowd.
"Get him, Nathaniel!"
Oh my gosh. I get up out of my seat and bolt towards the door, shoving my way through the onlookers. Why has no one made an attempt to stop them?
When I get to the inside of the circle, I gasp in shock as Castiel throws Nathaniel against a locker. Nathaniel's blue tie is on the ground, and his white shirt is unbuttoned halfway. He eyes find me in the crowd, and he looks so helpless. He's not going to hurt Castiel; I'm not even sure if he could. Castiel is furious for some reason, and he's not holding anything back.
I have to stop this. Acting purely on adrenaline, I run up to them and shove Castiel aside, shielding Nathaniel with my body.
"Leave him alone!" I shout. My distraction gives Nathaniel a moment to get up, and I feel his hands on my shoulders.
"Rachel, just leave it," he whispers. He's completely out of breath. "You can't reason with him." Apparently, though, that's not the case. Castiel looks completely taken aback by my standing up for Nathaniel. Standing up to him. He growls at Nathaniel and narrows his eyes, but in the end he just turns on his heels and shoves his way out of the circle. Everyone turns to watch him storm down the hall.
"Are you okay?" I say finally, turning back to Nathaniel. He nods weakly.
"Yeah. Thanks." The crowd dissipates quickly now that the excitement is over, but I stay with Nathaniel as he sinks to the floor.
"What was he so mad about?" I ask softly, sitting next to him. Nathaniel laughs in spite of himself.
"Castiel had a girlfriend last year; loved her to death. The thing was, his girlfriend went around flirting with other guys. Castiel came into the student council room one day looking for her, and found her with me. Let's just say he got the situation backwards. Now, even me telling him to do something as silly as sign a note or do the musical gets him all worked up."
"What happened to his girlfriend?"
"Her music career took off, so she dumped him and left school."
"Haven't you ever tried to tell him what really happened?"
"I already told you; he was in love with that girl. In his eyes, she could do no wrong."
"Well, that's stupid," I grumble, leaning against the lockers.
"Castiel is not the sharpest knife in the shed."
"No, he's not, I guess," I giggle. Poor Elena, though. I wonder if she knows about this mysterious girlfriend of Castiel's.
Nathaniel groans as he stands up, rolling his shoulders back and forth. I didn't really see the fight, but he'll probably be sore for a good few days. I hand him his tie while he buttons up his shirt the rest of the way.
"Thanks for stopping him, Rachel," Nathaniel says again as he turns to go back down to the student council room. I reply with a small smile, and he heads down the hall. I go back to the classroom so I can finish studying before the bell rings. I wonder if I should tell Elena that story. Probably not, I decide. If Castiel wants her to know, he'll tell her himself. Probably.
Yay, I finally got Armin and Alexy in there! Told you I would :)
Hope you liked it, and please tell me what you thought!
Quick disclaimer: the poem Lysander wrote is called "An Entrapment" and was written by Anthony Kolos. I suck at poetry.
Luv yah,
Ava