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Author's Note: Thank you for everyone for reviewed. 9 reviews total *smiles* Makes me feel happy. So, I don't know if I've already said this or not but I recently got a job where I can work everyday, I get two days off but they're not set in stone. I am a cosmetologist and working at a salon that is low staffed and opens at 9 closes at 9, I'll be working a lot because of low staff. But, hey its more money so I am not complaining.

But what I am complaining about (that retains to a review I had gotten from a guest) is that, I like feedback. I like to know if people are liking it or not. Because though being a cosmetologist is my career choice now, its not my long term goal. Which would be a writer.

So, I want to know what people like dislike, so I do not make the same mistakes. And if I don't know what people like or dislike I won't know what to continue with. I hardly had enough to time write the little bit I wrote last night, without passing out. And I am trying to get a drivers licenses, find an apartment, and I have a lot to do, more than worry about posting the next chapter. But it'll be easier if I knew what you guys liked in the previous chapters, because I get a lot of ideas whenever I am out, but having time to sit and write it down? A whole new thing. I have were I want to end, but-I'll admit- I lose the middle when I'm actually writing, and I want to know I am going to the right direction...

Now, I know I've repeated myself a few times in that message, but thank you for reading. And on with the chapter!

P.S A little OC on Rose's part…

P.P.S I don't remember if I mentioned if Lissa knew about Pyro or not, if I have I'll change it but yeah. I'm sorry. I need to do research on my own Fanfic O.o

Chapter 9- The Question

Pyro. I think its time, we seriously should meet. I want to put a face with this name. I want to know who've I been talking to this whole time. I wanna know who I let in. I wanna know that I can touch you when I know you're down. I wanna be able to see your facial expression when we talk. It pains me that we haven't met yet. I hate that we've haven't. Please give it some thought. -Thorn.

I've been staring at this message through my phone, daring my thumb to press the send button. My brain was even chanting Send it. Send it. Send it. But my thumb didn't seem to want to listen to my brain at all. It almost seemed frozen, hovering above the send button.

"Rose what are you doing?" Lissa questioned, plopping down next to me. Scaring me, as I didn't even know she was anywhere near me.

"Nothing." She gave me a look and took my phone. She read the message, sighing she pressed the send button for me.

"LISSA!" I yelled reaching for the phone, staring at it in disbelief when it said message sent.

"You were too scared to send it, so I sent it. No big deal."

"Yes, Big deal. Every time I bring it up he won't text back or conversate with me."

"Maybe he's scared to meet you. Maybe that something would change? Like it wouldn't be who you thought it would be." We sat in silence for a while, letting her words sink it.

"Maybe." I finally said in a sigh.

"Look Rose, if I knew who Pyro was, I would help him make up his mind but I don't. All I know is that he is in the same grade." I slowly nod. "Look at it this way, maybe he'll actually say yes to meeting you if you be honest with him. That you're nervous too."

This was probably the one and only time Lissa was the one to give me the pep-talk. And it was working a little. Figuring she was right, I nod. "Thanks." She smiled at me.

"It's nothing. Now, we still haven't found your dress and its next week. And you don't have a date, I mean talk about last minute. Come on, there has to be at least one guy you want to take."

Christian. Was the name that popped in my head, but I shook my head. She sighed. "You have a week to find a date. Hopefully there are still a lot of guys that still are single for the dance. Then we can see if we can match you two at the last minute. And we need pictures-"

"Lissa. I love you, but shut up." She huffed.

"Look, maybe I'll go solo this dance. I don't feel like taking anyone with me." She looked appalled that I had even said that. "I'm serious, I have too much to think about right now."

She raised one thin and perfectly waxed eyebrow at me. As in to say 'oh really?,' but didn't question it. "Find but you still need a dress. Tomorrows Friday, and you're basically always with your tutor or the gym and we can't find you a dress. Friday until the dance, we are shopping until you found the dress."

I mentally groaned. One, it wasn't my fault that I needed more help than I realized. But I also liked hanging with Christian. We talked more than study, we didn't get into much. We didn't have deep meaningful conversations, but what we did was about the school, working out, and-in my case- my friends. Christian seemed happy to listen anyways. You would think since most of my 'friends' beat the crap out of him daily, that he wouldn't want to listen to me. But he seemed to really care what I talked about, whatever it is.

"Michael is waiting for me. So…" I nod my goodbye as she got up, knowing she wanted to spend time with him. And in 'spend time' with him I mean in his bed under the covers. Or wherever turns them on.

-Computer Stranger-

Pyro didn't text back until two hours later. With one word. Okay.

I almost had a heart attack when I saw it. Hoping he was serious about meeting me, I quickly texted him back. When? Where?

Winter Dance. 11 by the Huge Tree in the commons.

10: 30 was when the dance ended, almost two hours after curfew. The commons was the area between the two dorms-Males and Females. Each grade has something 'special' in their commons area. A statue of the man the school was named after for first- fifth graders (The man was doing something different in each statue), Sixth- Ninth graders each had a foundation associating to an element; Water, Fire, Earth, and Air. How they were made to look the way they do? I have no idea, but water runs through each of them but they have the main element about them. Tenth graders had a huge pond, Eleventh has the tree. Twelve graders have a huge game room for them as to celebrate their last year in high school.

So I knew I wouldn't have any trouble knowing which tree he was talking about, what I knew would be a problem would be not getting caught by the teachers. Which is no problem any other night, but when there is something that goes on that stays after curfew they have more teachers patrolling and more often. I had yet broke the 'good girl' streak I was going for, but I am defiantly breaking it to meet Pyro. He's defiantly worth it.

-Computer Stranger-

It was Friday, the day it begins when Lissa would be taking me out every night until I find 'the dress.' Though I still have no date, I was honestly thinking about asking Christian. I know I shouldn't be bothered by what my friends think, especially the goonies that Michael hangs out with. But Lissa and Michael? I do. Michael and Lissa had been together since middle school and he has basically been like my brother. I did care somewhat of what he thought. Some part of my wanted to protect Christian and not even try to ask him out.

But seeing him often, about talking to him? I felt this pull. This pull that I didn't want to let go. I felt it with Adrian and Dimitri though… But something about this felt different. So different, that I wanted to risk it. Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll see Christian. But I knew I better not get my hopes up too high in not finding a dress tonight. So that was crushed. But I knew I would see him in P.E, maybe I could get some time to ask.

Usually in P.E I waved at him, and he'll acknowledge me with a raised eyebrow and a nod. But this time I would walk up to him, yeah that's what I'll do. And for some reason, I started to feel nervous. Why? God, I don't know. I've never been nervous. I was standing in front of my mirror, brushing my teeth when I decided this and my hand hadn't moved one inch. Well it was moving, but in jerky movements. Shaking my head I told myself that I was Rose Mazur-Hathaway, Badass chick in town. Daughter of infamous Ibraham Mazur and Janine Hathaway. I don't get nervous.

P.E finally arrived and to say my heart wasn't beating out of my chest, would be a lie. I wasn't nervous to ask him per say any more. It was his answer. Would he think this was a dare? A cruel joke? I honestly can say, that Christian was unpredictable. The teacher sent us to change, and I did quickly hoping I could have some time to speak to him without any interrupting. And I was right, he was dressed and ready but hardly anyone was out here. I walked just as quickly to him, stopping in front of him with a huge breath of air I looked at him.

He was standing with a curious expression, almost guarded.

"Yes, Rose?"

"I-" I paused, biting my lip. Restarting with another deep breath. "I wanted to know if you were going to the Winter Dance."

This got an eyebrow raised. "Why?" I gave him a pleading look, I bit my lip. Totally un-Rose like.

"I wanted to know… if you… would like to go with me?" Silence. I dared myself to look up at him, and a complete look of shock was on his face. I cleared my throat, panicing.

"If you don't want to, that's okay. I mean, it's worth a try. I'm sorry to bug you." I quickly turned away, but his hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Yes." I paused and turned, thinking I heard wrong.

"What?"

"Yes. I'll go with you." He had an amused smirk on his face. I couldn't stop the small smile forming on my face.

"Okay. I'll um… talk to you later. More about this." He glanced at the door to the boys locker room when a group of laughing guys came out. Becoming slightly guarded again. So I changed what I was going to say, when he wasn't guarded we could talk, I knew I wouldn't get an answer out of him now.

He simply nods and I take my leave. Feeling incredibly happy that I couldn't keep the smile off my face, even when a football came flying and hit me in my stomach probably leaving a huge bruise...