A/N: this won't be lasting too much longer, I'm sorry to say. I hope that I can get it finished up soon for another Warriors fic that'll be called 'The Murders of Willowskye'. It'll be based off a roleplay that we had going in my club on Marapets.

In the meantime, this.

Disclaimer: characters are mine, plot is based off of Erin Hunter's story.

I made my way swiftly to my locker, pausing only to shoot a soft smile a Cale who stood right next to my locker, digging through his own.

He flashed me a quiet smile. "Leah, you want to hang out after school today?" he asked, his gaze flickering away from me to grab whatever he was looking for. Apparently, he had found it and was trying to tug it out with both hands. "I want to show you this really cool place I found the other day. You'd love it."

I bit my lip, glad that he was too distracted to see that I was contemplating his request. I had promised Cassidy that I'd have her picture done today and it was barely half finished. I had worked on it endlessly at lunch, barely finding time to shove a sandwich in my mouth before the bell rang.

And I couldn't get the ears to look right. One was a bit more lopsided and crooked than the other and I had tried at least three times to fix it, but it kept on turning out the same as ever.

Spending time with Cale or keeping my promise to Cassidy?

I tasted a little blood and decided that biting my lip was a bit to the extreme since I had broken skin.

Cale had crouched down next to me and was waving a hand in front of my face. "Earth to Leah," he laughed whole-heartedly with that breath-takingly, charming grin of his. "So what do you think?"

"I promised Cassidy I would finish something for her," I told him. "It's a little overdue and I have to get to work on it immediately."

"It'll only be for like an hour, I promise you, Leah." His voice was so soft and enticing. "You can get right to it afterwards, alright?"

I hated agreeing to it, but I did. I'd just have to do my best on the drawing after I got back from hanging out with Cale. I just couldn't say no to his charm and the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at me like that. He was perfect. "Okay," I breathed, pulling my sketchbook out of my locker and putting my hand in his outstretched one so that he could help me up. He did and then politely shut my locker.

"Shall I walk you to class?" he asked, faking a flawless British accent.

"Indeed," I giggled, unable to control myself to return his words with my own crappy accent.

So we walked.

A/N: there's that. Review because I command it. haha.

~Sky