A/N: Hey, guys. So sorry. I shouldn't make any promises this time. Thank you to NikkiHeat1132000 for reminding me to write my stories :)

Previously

"Lucy!" Timothy shouted behind me.

I let the air catch me, soothe me. I whistled and a blur of movement was under me in a second.

"Hey, Angel." I sobbed quietly into her mane.

Hey. You feeling okay? You want me to take you back to your dorm?

I thought about it for a while.

"No, Angel. Just, take me around."

Roger that.

Chapter 25

I've been in my room for hours now, doing nothing but letting the gears in my brain turn.

Did Timothy really kiss me? Or was it the other way around? The guy who I see as a friend and nothing else kissed me. What do I do if Quennel found out?

I laughed dryly.

He probably was going to dump me soon anyways.

I groaned. Great. This is just like one of those TV shows where a high school girl has boys all over her. I read about relationship problems and different pairings in books. I prefer not to live like that. This is so not happening to me. Me of all people.

Hopefully, Timothy doesn't tell everyone about the kiss. He doesn't seem like the bragging type. And Quennel. What am I supposed to do with him? Lady Aphrodite just basically told me my soulmate is Timothy. But Quennel is such a sweet person!

A knock on the door interrupted my frantic mental monologue.

"Lucy? Are in there? It's me, Quennel."

Speaking of my blond and gorgeous totally-dumping-me-any-second-now boyfriend, here he is!

I lazily walked over to the door. I wiped my eyes angrily, hoping to erase any trace of tears. I opened the door and tried to smile. But I know my smile is not genuine. It probably turned out more like a grimace. I flinched. Epic fail.

Quennel looked concerned. "Hey, you okay, Luce?"

I shook my head quickly.

He walked into my room casually and pulled me into a hug. He stroked my hair as I leaned against his chest.

"What's wrong, Luce? Whatever happened, it's probably not that bad," he said soothingly.

Fresh tears streamed down my face. When he said that, I just cried harder. I sobbed. I was probably getting really disgusting snot all over his shirt. But he didn't care. He just held me and I cried. Really cried. Cried my eyes out. Let go of everything.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" He asked softly.

I shook my head.

"Tell me when you're ready then."

We stayed like that for a while, me in his arms.

He carried me to my bed, and lied me down. He lied down beside me and held my waist.

"Luce, I'm here for you," he whispered.

I just squirmed and snuggled closer to him. He held me tighter against him. And I thought. Thought about what our future might be. And I made a decision. A decision that was so risky, I can't even predict what his reaction would be.

I told him everything.

A/N: Done! This is an extremely short chapter, but I thought it held some meaning in it so I left it at that. Next chapter will be in Timothy or Quennel's POV. You know what to do! Review!