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CHAPTER 4 ABOVEGROUND
Bree sat at a table in the lunch courtyard, vaguely aware of the fact that no one was sitting around her. She brushed it off neatly though- it wasn't anything new that people weren't paying much attention.
She shook her head. It may not be anything new that no one acknowledged her, but it was becoming harder to shrug off thanks to Cameron. Bree walked over to the trash can, dumped her garbage in, and walked off towards the school door.
As she passed by one of the tables she heard someone mutter something that made her stop dead in her tracks.
"What did you say." She growled, turning slowly to face the blond-haired girl sitting at the table full of her blond preppy friends.
"Nothing. We were just talking about a certain bastard-child we know."
Bree scowled, and seeing this the girl went on. "You know. A certain bastard child harbored by a lunatic mother who really doesn't want to be there. I-"
The blond was cut off as Bree leapt for her, hitting the other girl upside the head. The blond snatched at Bree's hair, and Bree shrieked in pain, and dug her fingers into the other girl's arm.
"Girls! Girls! Ladies, stop it!" teachers from every side of the courtyard rushed to the small lunch table. The girl's companions had already leapt out of their seats, and were shrieking about how some psycho girl was trying to kill their friend.
Bree felt a strong hand grab her upper arm and drag her away from the other girl, She whirled around, spitting mad, and met the dark, disappointed eyes of Cameron. Bree froze for a second, then moved to pull away. Cameron just tightened his grip and turned to the teachers.
"I'll take her." He said, not specifying where. The teachers didn't seem to notice that "minor" detail and nodded, turning their attention back to the blond. Cameron dragged her into the school, then out the front door. They walked down the street, into Bree's home. Making sure no one would find them, Cameron brought her up stairs into her room.
"What was that, Brigid?" Cameron asked sternly.
"Did you hear what that bitch said to me, Cameron?" Bree spat, shooting death glares at him.
"Yes. But that girl was no reason to lose your self-control."
Bree threw up her hands in frustration. "What do you mean, Cameron, that what she said to me was 'no reason to lose my self control'?"
Cameron stared at her for a while. "Are you more angry that she said it, or that it was true."
Bree took a step back as if she had been slapped. Then she squared her stance, and glared at Cameron. "Get. Out."
"Brigid."
"Get out, Cameron! Get out of my room, you jackass!" She screamed. He took a step towards her, reaching his hand out as to try to control her. She whipped her had around and slapped him across the face. As his head snapped back she rushed to her bed, throwing herself face first onto it and burying her face in her pillow.
Cameron stood for a minute clenching and unclenching his fists, fighting his anger. A short while later, he had reigned in his fury, and sat down beside her on her bed.
"Brigid."
"Go to hell!"
"Brigid, please. I didn't mean it like that, you know I didn't."
She ignored him. He pulled her hair back, and leaned down to gently kiss the bare skin on the back of her neck.
"Brigid, I didn't want to hurt you, I never want to hurt you-"
"Yeah, well, you still did."
He kissed her neck again. "I don't want you to hate me. I can't stand it that you hate me."
"You should have thought about that before you opened your mouth, fairy boy!"
"Fae."
"Well, excuse me!" she snapped, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"Brigid." He said slowly and forcefully, in a true monarch voice. "Look at me."
She lay still for a second, then rolled over to glare at him.
He softly kissed her lips. "I didn't mean for my words to have the effect they did. I didn't mean for them to be interpreted that way. Please forgive me."
She still lay quietly. Cameron swallowed. "Please." He pleaded.
Bree sighed and reached a hand up to brush his smooth cheek. He grinned and kissed her passionately and possessively. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss broke but his lips were quickly back on hers as he smothered her with quick hot kisses. His mouth traveled from hers along her jawline and down her neck- then he stopped, and pulled her into his arms. She sighed and rested her head on his chest. Cameron kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms tighter around her.
"I probably got expelled." She muttered.
"What will you do then?"
He felt her shrug in his arms. "Hide."
He laughed. "You can't hide. You're too beautiful to hide forever."
She laughed in response. "You only say that because." she trailed off.
"Because I love you." He said simply.
She was silent. "Anyway, I wouldn't have to hide forever."
"Really? And why not."
"I figure my mother will die sooner or later and then it would be safe to come out."
"You're terrible."
"Of course I am."
He cocked an eyebrow. "And why is that?"
"I was born that way."
They were quiet for a while. "Why do you avoid it?" Cameron asked quietly.
"Avoid what." Bree asked beginning to squirm.
"Avoid the topic when I say I love you."
Bree squared her jaw and tilted her head up to look him straight in the eye. "Because I don't believe in love."
He shook his head, but smiled. "That's all right." He kissed her forehead. "I believe in it enough for the both of us."
CHAPTER 4 ABOVEGROUND
Bree sat at a table in the lunch courtyard, vaguely aware of the fact that no one was sitting around her. She brushed it off neatly though- it wasn't anything new that people weren't paying much attention.
She shook her head. It may not be anything new that no one acknowledged her, but it was becoming harder to shrug off thanks to Cameron. Bree walked over to the trash can, dumped her garbage in, and walked off towards the school door.
As she passed by one of the tables she heard someone mutter something that made her stop dead in her tracks.
"What did you say." She growled, turning slowly to face the blond-haired girl sitting at the table full of her blond preppy friends.
"Nothing. We were just talking about a certain bastard-child we know."
Bree scowled, and seeing this the girl went on. "You know. A certain bastard child harbored by a lunatic mother who really doesn't want to be there. I-"
The blond was cut off as Bree leapt for her, hitting the other girl upside the head. The blond snatched at Bree's hair, and Bree shrieked in pain, and dug her fingers into the other girl's arm.
"Girls! Girls! Ladies, stop it!" teachers from every side of the courtyard rushed to the small lunch table. The girl's companions had already leapt out of their seats, and were shrieking about how some psycho girl was trying to kill their friend.
Bree felt a strong hand grab her upper arm and drag her away from the other girl, She whirled around, spitting mad, and met the dark, disappointed eyes of Cameron. Bree froze for a second, then moved to pull away. Cameron just tightened his grip and turned to the teachers.
"I'll take her." He said, not specifying where. The teachers didn't seem to notice that "minor" detail and nodded, turning their attention back to the blond. Cameron dragged her into the school, then out the front door. They walked down the street, into Bree's home. Making sure no one would find them, Cameron brought her up stairs into her room.
"What was that, Brigid?" Cameron asked sternly.
"Did you hear what that bitch said to me, Cameron?" Bree spat, shooting death glares at him.
"Yes. But that girl was no reason to lose your self-control."
Bree threw up her hands in frustration. "What do you mean, Cameron, that what she said to me was 'no reason to lose my self control'?"
Cameron stared at her for a while. "Are you more angry that she said it, or that it was true."
Bree took a step back as if she had been slapped. Then she squared her stance, and glared at Cameron. "Get. Out."
"Brigid."
"Get out, Cameron! Get out of my room, you jackass!" She screamed. He took a step towards her, reaching his hand out as to try to control her. She whipped her had around and slapped him across the face. As his head snapped back she rushed to her bed, throwing herself face first onto it and burying her face in her pillow.
Cameron stood for a minute clenching and unclenching his fists, fighting his anger. A short while later, he had reigned in his fury, and sat down beside her on her bed.
"Brigid."
"Go to hell!"
"Brigid, please. I didn't mean it like that, you know I didn't."
She ignored him. He pulled her hair back, and leaned down to gently kiss the bare skin on the back of her neck.
"Brigid, I didn't want to hurt you, I never want to hurt you-"
"Yeah, well, you still did."
He kissed her neck again. "I don't want you to hate me. I can't stand it that you hate me."
"You should have thought about that before you opened your mouth, fairy boy!"
"Fae."
"Well, excuse me!" she snapped, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"Brigid." He said slowly and forcefully, in a true monarch voice. "Look at me."
She lay still for a second, then rolled over to glare at him.
He softly kissed her lips. "I didn't mean for my words to have the effect they did. I didn't mean for them to be interpreted that way. Please forgive me."
She still lay quietly. Cameron swallowed. "Please." He pleaded.
Bree sighed and reached a hand up to brush his smooth cheek. He grinned and kissed her passionately and possessively. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss broke but his lips were quickly back on hers as he smothered her with quick hot kisses. His mouth traveled from hers along her jawline and down her neck- then he stopped, and pulled her into his arms. She sighed and rested her head on his chest. Cameron kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms tighter around her.
"I probably got expelled." She muttered.
"What will you do then?"
He felt her shrug in his arms. "Hide."
He laughed. "You can't hide. You're too beautiful to hide forever."
She laughed in response. "You only say that because." she trailed off.
"Because I love you." He said simply.
She was silent. "Anyway, I wouldn't have to hide forever."
"Really? And why not."
"I figure my mother will die sooner or later and then it would be safe to come out."
"You're terrible."
"Of course I am."
He cocked an eyebrow. "And why is that?"
"I was born that way."
They were quiet for a while. "Why do you avoid it?" Cameron asked quietly.
"Avoid what." Bree asked beginning to squirm.
"Avoid the topic when I say I love you."
Bree squared her jaw and tilted her head up to look him straight in the eye. "Because I don't believe in love."
He shook his head, but smiled. "That's all right." He kissed her forehead. "I believe in it enough for the both of us."