Ok, number seven. Six was kind of dirty and badly written, but it was like that for a reason, other than the fact that I just suck. P

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Nope. Not me. Nope, nope, nope!

She shook him harder, but her eyes still remained passion-filled. "DARIEN!" She screamed at him.

Suddenly the feeling of her warmth surrounding him was gone, and then his world got dark.

"DARIEN!" Serena was keeling over Darien's passed-out form. A decently sized lump was clearly visible on his head. She noticed him begin to stir from his state of unconsciousness.

"Wha- … Sere…" He mumbled, blinking his eyes harshly. Pain hit him almost immediately. "Ow… what the hell…"

Serena was aghast. "Darien, are you ok? Oh my god, I'm so glad you're not dead!" The panic was clear in her voice.

"Dead?" He was confused. "Why would I be dead?" He glared at her.

Her concern faded instantly. "Well excuse me for being worried. After you hit your head like that, why shouldn't I have been? Don't get me wrong, dipstick. I hate you, but I don't want you dead."

'Hit my head? What is she talking about?' He thought, confused. 'And why is she over me? Wha-' Then realization spread over him. It was all a dream…

"Nasty bastard…" He thought out loud.

"What?" She replied, shocked.

"Hu?"

"You just called me a nasty bastard!"

"What? No I didn't!"

"Then whom were you talking to? Because clearly, I'm not a bastard, seeing as how I'm a woman." She stated pointedly.

"Woman? HA! Women aren't so klutzy, Meatball Head."

"Klutzy? Klutzy! How dare you call me klutzy after that marvelous display you pulled!" She was almost shouting.

"What display?" He had a dumb-stricken look on his face.

"Your little dose-off-and-slip-out-of-your-desk-smacking-your-head-on-the-corner-of-the-desk display!" She began to laugh.

"What? What time is it, Meatball Head?" He asked, ignoring her previous statement.

She looked at the clock on the wall. "10:30. Why?"

'10:30… that means a.m. … that means that lunchroom thing didn't happened!'

He thought to himself in triumph, briefly forgetting his head pains. He sat up and remembered quickly. "Oh god," He closed his eyes and leaned backwards again quickly. He suddenly felt a small had go around the back of his head, pulling it up slightly. Then he leaned back again only this time something soft replaced the cold hardness of the tile floor. He got drowsy. "Sere… how bad does my head look?"

'Sere?' She thought momentarily, and then rid herself of the notion. "Well, no worse than usual." She said snidely, and then applied an ice pack to his head gently. "But while you were out I got some ice for you from the school infirmary."

He put his hand over hers that was holding the ice pack and began to doze. "Thanks."

She blushed mildly. "No sleeping either, idiot. If you have a concussion, you might not wake up." She tried to sound cynical.

He groaned out a disbelieving laugh. "What do you care if I wake up again or not?" His hand stroked over hers.

She looked away from him, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. She shrugged shyly. "Who says I do?"

"Oh I see. So I can sleep then?" He joked with her, and then shut his eyes.

"Darien no!" She freaked out and hopped the rest of the way on top of him, straddling his chest. "Damn it, wake up!" The icepack fell to the floor, as her hands were busy trying to shake him awake.

"Jesus! Easy there, killer." He peeked open an eye. "Seems that you do care." He put his hands on either side of her hips. He looked to see that her skirt was almost completely ridden up. "Just like my dream…" He muttered almost inaudibly.

She noticed where he was looking and quickly got off of him. "Hentai!" She forcefully muttered. "And I don't care. But I don't even want to deal with a living you, let alone a dead one.

He sat up again, supporting himself on his hands. "Serena, despite what I say about you, I do care." He said, seeming to come out of nowhere.

She rolled her eyes. 'He's just delirious… he has to be.' "Right, Mr. Shields. And I'm a princess." She spoke his formal name without the usual distain.

He rolled his eyes. "Don't call me that here. You don't have to."

She stood up. "Yes I do. You're my teacher, Mr. Shields. Anything else would be inappropriate." She said in a tone obviously hinting at his words and actions towards her.

"I may be your teacher, but we're both human." He lay back down and smiled to himself. "So if you don't like me so much, then tell me that you've never had just the smallest bit of attraction to me." He dared her.

"Why? Even if I did, back when we first met, what would it affect now? You're nothing more than an acquaintance to me." She sat in a nearby desk and didn't look at him. Her face was bright red.

"Something tells me you're lying." He sat up once again, and attempted to stand up this time. "But I'm not going to lie, Serena. You're not an unattractive girl."

"So you actually know my name, and you don't think I'm butt-ugly. Wow, I think I'm in love." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

He sighed and sat down at his desk. "I've never said you were ugly. I never thought you were. I mean, come on Meatball Head. You know you're gorgeous." He shrugged and tried to fix a few papers on his desk.

She stared at him wide-eyed. "You… think I'm gorgeous?"

He looked up from his papers at her with an unreadable expression on his face. "You know you are." He said rather flatly, confusing her disbelief for arrogance.

She stood from her desk and walked over to his own, picking up a few papers that were in her way, and then taking a seat in the spot she had cleared.

He gave her an inquisitive look.

"So you don't hate me?" She said in a very simple, mousy voice that Darien had never heard from her before.

He looked up at her and whispered, "No."

She reached out to him and touched the bump on his forehead gently.

He closed his eyes and flinched momentarily. "What are you doing? He whispered, blind at the time, feeling her hand on his face.

She scooted down from the desk silently, her hand remaining on his face. She bent down to him and kissed the wound. "I don't hate you either."

GASP What's this? Darien and Serena admit they don't hate each other? I hope I didn't write them too OOC. Please tell me if I did. I really want to know.

Love,

Eve