Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction, there's no resemblance to actual persons or events or places. If so, it is utterly not intended. I do NOT own Monster High, or anything to do with it. Thank you.

A / n: I'm on the run a little bit today, however I should be able to get a lot more updating done tonight. :) I thought I'd leave you with this update for your enjoyment. I hope you enjoy it thoroughly and I can't wait to write more for you.

Note: I have written something in the second half of this chapter that I've never touched on before in this section of Monster High, please tell me how I did – I'd love to know and be able to improve. No one's perfect! Thanks again guys.

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving! Ooh the food, it's my love xD

Cast In Stone

Chapter Twenty Five

It was a good couple hours that were spent at the store but now Isaac pulled the vehicle into the driveway of their nice, cozy home. Grabbing the items and groceries they collected from being out and about when Skyler nudged her husband. "We have a visitor… oh and he's very nice too!"

The visitor was none other than Deuce Gorgon himself, who assisted Heath in getting the necessary things out of the truck. Jackson stepped out of the vehicle a little too quickly; he grasped his lower abdomen cursing softly. It still hurt, not as badly as before but it was slowly healing.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jackson's face blushed hard when Deuce touched the small of his back. He had intentions of helping Jackson, but unintentionally it made his insides flutter. What the hell was going on with him?

He'd be even better if you kissed him, C'MON OVER PRETTY BOY. Jackson narrowed his eyes as he heard Holt's thought loud and clear in his own mind. "Shut up!"

Deuce's eyes widened, "Jackson, I'm sorry. I didn't honestly mean to offend you."

Jackson shook his head, "As crazy as this sounds, I wasn't quite talking to you." The blush on his face remained persistent. "What are you here for Deuce?"

He shrugged, "I want to talk to you about… stuff. Is that okay?"

Without hearing the conversation, Skyler came to get the last of the bags and shut the trunk. "You guys can do whatever, we'll be inside. C'mon in if you'd like to, no worries though. We'll all be inside Jackson, when you're ready." With that she disappeared back inside the house, having to grab Heath and drag him back in as well.

Deuce grasped Jackson's hand, the other still on the small of his back. "Would it be okay if we talked?"

Jackson took a deep breath, nodding. "Sure, I guess. But would it be okay if we sat down? I'm just… feeling a little pain is all. But anyway, what would you like to talk about Deuce? Are you… mad at me?"

"Mad at you? What? No Jackson… a little confused but, I'm here because I want to be - that's plain and simple." He assisted the other in getting to a comfy seat by the front door of the home. Sitting down next to him, their knees touched every so gently. "So, you're not completely human huh?"

Jackson sighed, running a hand through his soft hair. "I am… just not, entirely I suppose."

The snakes looked peculiarly at Jackson just as Deuce did. "Y'know, I'm learning a new thing about you every time I turn around. It's pretty fascinating."

"Well maybe I'm a person of mystery," Jackson began, the slightest smirk on his face. "or a mysterious person?"

"You're a dork." Deuce told Jackson playfully.

"Yeah, I know. It's inevitable." He responded, shrugging his shoulders. As if he hadn't been called that before, and / or worse.

A big smile caressed Deuce's face. "You're one hell of an attractive dork though."

The blush on Jackson's face said it all. "Oh? Thanks. You're not so bad yourself y'know that?" He admitted, biting down on his bottom lip immediately, trying to keep himself from speaking anymore.

Deuce continued that genuine smile, how could he possibly not? "Thanks a ton Jackson. But I have to ask you something." He'd gotten the chance to move forward with his question. "So... you don't seem upset about not being completely human. Or now a monster?"

Shrugging his shoulders once again, he glanced into the dark sunglasses of the other male. "Why would I be upset? Now I pretty much have what I've always wanted - to fit in and... belong somewhere."

Deuce took that moment, to move in slowly as he delicately brought his finger up to Jackson's chin, closing the space between them completely. Stopping for a moment, he stated something he felt was important enough to say. "I think I'm getting a slight chance at what I've always wanted too."

Jackson tilted his head lightly , "Hmm?"

Deuce kissed the other's cheek, "You."

It was a brand new day at Monster High; students were bustling about the halls. Everyone seemed to have somewhere to be in school today, even though a large majority was probably thinking about their endeavors after school hours the day was more or less just starting. Spectra sighed as she sat in Mrs. Bloodgood's office next to Invisibilly. He set up a prank that involved something blowing up which inspired by an experiment in Mad Science, that poor Mrs. Kindergrubber walked through and now he was here, awaiting his punishment.

She rustled the chains upon her shoes impatiently. She surely hoped she wasn't getting in trouble, she wasn't harming anyone. She'd only thought to bring entertainment and enjoyment to others. She was told that 'the misfortune of others brings smiles like no others'. Spectra didn't believe she'd hurt anyone by writing a blog and stating things that may or may not have been entirely true.

But if that was the case, why was she here? She adverted her gaze, Invisibilly caught her eye. This wasn't the first time he'd done so, but she never expected anything to ever happen out of it. If she could blush feverishly, she probably would. Especially at the dreamy side smirk he gave her just now. Turning her head, she sunk down into the seat a little, until her name was called. "Miss Vondergeist, come in please."

She took in a rhetorical breath and prepared for the worst.

Invisibilly let out a low chuckle. "Don't be so scared, it's not like she can kill you if you're already dead."

Spectra had to admit that was a decent point, but she did fear for her future… if that made any sense at all. Dreading it, she made her way into Bloodgood's office, taking an inconspicuous seat. "Spectra, there's no need to lie. You write a blog that spreads through this school like wildfire, don't you?"

Spectra looked down feeling very ashamed and humiliated as she softly spoke, "Yes ma'am."

Grace sighed, shifting papers around on her desk. "You can remain anonymous to yours peers on some conditions."

Spectra's frown turned upside down. "You mean I'm not getting in trouble?!"

The headmistress pondered it for a moment, "I didn't quite say that, but what I am saying… is if you agree to the conditions I'm going to give you, trouble won't arise at all." She sifted through more papers, stacking them appropriately and pulled out a smaller piece of paper, looking at it. "First of all, this blog has been saying some nasty, nasty things about people Miss Vondergeist. That's no way to treat your peers, especially when no one has done anything to you dear. It's aggravating and emotionally scarring. A student tried to take their own existence. It might not have been because of the blog, but it did not help what so ever."

Spectra's eyes widened as her delicate hand approached her mouth. "That is horrible! Who?"

Grace Amelia Bloodgood knew exactly who attempted of course, but that was student confidentiality. She couldn't reveal that kind of information without getting in trouble herself. "I cannot say for confidentiality reasons, but just know that it happened."

Spectra's head hung in shame, did she try to push someone in their own grave - figuratively speaking? "What, would you like me to do?"

Grace gave a small smile, "I thought you'd never ask. Since the entire point of a blog is to update whoever reads it, I was thinking perhaps the blog could make a turn around for a more… positive vibe. Instead of say insulting or degrading a casketball member, praise them. Positive feedback is nice and encouraging. Find positive things."

Spectra shrugged her shoulders, "That could work I suppose, I just hope it won't be boring. Or lose readers."

Grace narrowed her eyes, her friendly demeanor taking a turn for the coldest. "Listen, if you don't want to lose blog readers, write something else instead. You will not harm anyone else with your writing, is that clear? If you do, consider yourself expelled and exiled from Monster High, never to return. Do you understand me?"

Spectra shrunk in her seat. She felt bad. She didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings with a mean blog, but what else could she do? "Yes Headmistress."

Grace nodded, "Good. I expect you do understand. Now I will personally see to it that this blog is rid of forever. There are no second chances with it now, I am not impressed. Now run along Spectra and stay out of business that you're not wanted in." Perhaps that seemed harsh, but the students of Monster High held a special place in Bloodgood's heart. She was never able to have children, so despite having over a couple hundred kids at school – she cared for them dearly and didn't want to see anyone get hurt. She protected her family at Monster High.

"Yes Mrs. Bloodgood. My apologies." Spectra left her office as told, to meet up with Invisibilly once more.

"So I heard you got your ball and chain wrapped up around you good, huh?"

Spectra turned away from him in shame, but he took her hand. In a strange way, she was able to feel his touch unlike no other she'd ever had the chance of feeling before. "What do you want?" She asked, her voice so soft and airy, very light indeed.

Invisibilly shrugged, tossing his head to the side to rid the bangs in his face. "I was just thinking, if you can't do a blog anymore… try your hand at something else. You'll think of something, you're pretty brilliant."

"Invisibilly! You will be seen now."

Invisibilly jumped a little from being startled when his name was called. "Holy oracles. I'm on my way!" He gently kissed Spectra's hand making her feel a level of humiliation called blushing. "Until we meet again, m'lady."

She took her hand back and watched him walk into the office. "Such a strange, sweet boy." Before she left the office altogether, it hit her. "… oracle… oracle… oh…my oracle!" She'd always wanted to improve her writing, so why not do an anonymous sort of advice column for the school news paper? "Sign me up!" She thought excitedly, as well as out loud.

Decided to squeeze in this update for you! Hope you liked it.

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