Hello everyone! I feel awful about not updating for forever and a half, but I guess that means my thinking will be new and refreshed. Sorry about the wait, but it's just my classes and clubs. Oh, why, oh why do I have to be the perfect one? It's such a burden. But anywho, anyone who wishes to may kill me mentally. You can't kill me for real, or else the story will never end! Anyway, I was thinking, maybe I could do a NCIS story? Do any of you like NCIS? But anyway, on to the story. Eoth SHE LOVES ME NOT by PAPA ROACH.

PS: My new screen name is High speed internet. Woo Hoo.

Before Blaise knew it, he was being hurled through a portal to some unknown world. He felt his mind collapse and his ears ring. From, what he had read, this was a normal reaction to the transdimensional portal. Then, suddenly, it stopped. He landed on the ground with an unceremonious thud. He lie there a while before he heard another expected "THUNK!"

When I see her eyes
Look into my eyes

Draco opened his eyes sorely. That psychotic woman had just sent the to the moon. Wait…I'm on the moon! He looked around. The sky was above as usual, there was a ground below him, but it was sort of glowing. He was in the moon. He then looked at his "partner." Blaise was very peculiar looking, quite contrary to the scenery. His face had an odd blue tint to it, his hands were clasped tightly over his mouth. Draco laughed as the realization hit him. Blaise thought that there was no air here. That however, was a complete lie, made up by the pathetic muggles that were always practically drooling for a good fairy tale. Draco grabbed a rock from beside him and threw it at Blaise. "Blaise! What are you doing?" Blaise quickly realized that there was air and blushed deeply, taking deep gasps of air. "Nothing," he mumbled weakly.

Then I realize that
She could see inside my head

Soon enough, they were on their way. They walked in silence, Blaise shifting and sighing uncomfortably. After about ten minutes of this, Draco finally heaved a sigh of frustration. "Is there something you want to say, Blaise?" Draco mumbled nonchalantly. "Ummm…well. You know how I'm your friend and all, and how we're supposed to stick together?" he questioned, hesitantly. "Barely." "Yeah, well. I just thought I would let you know that Rory isn't what you think she is. I'm just saying this to protect you, not to be evil in any way! I just thought you should get to know her before you get to close," Blaise rambled. "What are you talking about, Blaise?" Blaise looked down. "I just don't think she's good for you…"

So I close my eyes
thinking that I could hide

"And why should I believe you?" Draco mused. "She's bad in a way. A tough exterior, but once you crack that, I bet she's easily hurt." "Well, because, she's played me too." Draco raised a finely shaped eyebrow. "Really? How so?" All Draco had heard was about him betraying her. It might be beneficial to his views to hear the story from the other side. "Well, we started going out in about mid-June. I could tell she didn't like me, but I didn't say anything, because to me she was the Dark Lord's cousin, Dawn, not Hermione, or even Rory. I mean, I could tell something was weird with this chick. I thought I recognized her, but I didn't know from where. And, when she looked at me, it was like…like…," Blaise rambled thoughtfully for a moment, but Draco quickly filled the blank. "Like she's looking right through you."

Disassociate so I don't have to lose my head
this situation leads to agitation

"Well, she met my family, told me about her little plans, and all went well until my family decided that this girl Anna was better for me. So I dumped Rory for her. But as it turns out Anna wasn't rich and had a horribly sucky bloodline. So I tried to get Rory back, and well, she was a little more than upset. So then I had an upset, teenage witch that was trained in the finest magics by a warewolf and is a direct descendant from a long line of VERY powerful wizards. Of course, I backed off. Until of course, one day La ran off. (a/n La is his little sister.) Apparently, she went to Rory and that led to Rory somehow killing my oldest brother, Damien. Now, I didn't like Damien very much, but he was still family, and she kidnapped La and killed Damien for revenge. So naturally, I went after revenge, like the moron I am. I went to the Dark Lord and told on her. Then, she walked in, caught me, and cursed me, so I could tell no one of her plans."

Will she cut me off?
will this be amputation?

"What do you mean, she killed Damien? Why?" Draco asked, obviously shocked. "Well, Draco, I wasn't exactly I a position to ask her, but she was probably mad at me. Decietful little bitch." They continued walking, until they met up with Ty and Luna, which led to a more awkward silence between the boys as Looney drawled on and on about unicorns' general dislike for strawberry cupcakes.

I don't know if I care
I'm the jerk
Life's not fair

Rory landed skillfully on her feet, with Brandon doing the same at her side. They each stood up and straightened themselves. Rory cleared her throat and immediately took lead. "Lleett''ss ggoo tthhiiss wwaay!" Rory looked at Brandon in horror. He was pointing in the opposite direction as her. 'Oh, damn. Hell is gonna break loose now.' "Merlin! Why would we go that way? Are you always this stupid? Or is today special?" Brandon smirked. "Go find a bridge and jump off it, Boyd," Rory retorted. "Hey, I thought we called a truce!" Brandon yelled. "Shoulda thought of that before you said anything, but to solve this problem, we'll just have to use a little tracking magic to find the bloody flag," Rory announced and closed her eyes. A split second later, they burst open again and she pointed to the direction that neither of them chose. "This way. About 3.5 miles."

Fighting all the time
This is out of line

"So, why did you decide to suddenly come to Hogwarts, Brandon?" Rory asked, suddenly in a social mood. Brandon simply looked at her and said, "To see my favorite Panther?" She smiled. "Oh my god. I made you smile." "I'm not smiling for you. I'm smiling because one day, you'll die." "Well, I never have been good with the ladies."

She loves me not

Loves me not
Do you realize I won't compromise
She loves me not

Loves me not

"So, seriously. Why did you come here?" Rory inquired. Brandon blushed a little. "My Grandfather made me. And you know that old coot gets what he wants…" Brandon finished off that statement with a string of curses, vulgar names, and threats. "Ahem. We have a bit of a hostile relationship…umm…yeah."

Over the past five years
I have shed my tears
I have drank my beers and watched my fears fly away
Until this day

"Yeah. I understand completely. Mostly because, well, who could get along with a great big vulture like that…?" Rory mused. "Why does everyone always use Vulture as an insult?" "Because it is an insult to be a Vulture." "And being a Panther is soooo much better?" "Yeah! And I'm not even a Panther anymore!" "Well, ya were. You just got out of it because of your buddy Vicious!" "So? You're stuck right up dear old pop-pop's arse!" At this point both voices cracked up into profuse laughter at their current situation.

She still swings my way
but it's sad to say sometimes
she says she loves me not

"So how did you get tangled up in the syndicate anyway?" Brandon asked, genuinely curious. "Well, I guess I'll tell ya. Can't hurt me now!"


I hesitate
to tell her I hate
this relationship

"Well, as I got into the whole spying thing with cousin Voldie, I was introduced to a bunch of people and was often taken on trips to 'seal the deal' with many prominent figures, like syndicate leaders. Well, one day we went to go see Vicious, Leader of the Black Panther Syndicate…"

I want out today
this is over

Dawn walked into a lavish office, about ten men in robes surrounding her and her travel companion, Greg Goyle's Father. The guards fell back as they crossed the threshold. The room was quiet, and Dawn looked around the simply white and gold room, with overstuffed couches and a desk, with large banners with a mighty panther on it, finally noticing a pale man with silver hair last. He had on a long black trench coat, with a prowling panther in lavish embroidery on the back. He was facing the window, which overlooked a large muggle city. He turned around slowly, first meeting Goyle's eyes, then hers. She held his gaze, looking into bloody red eyes. "Ms. Dawn Salvien, this is Master Vicious of the Black Panthers Syndicate. Master Vicious, this is Ms. Dawn Salvien," Goyle spoke, introducing the two. "Vicious," Dawn drawled with a head nod, purposely pretending not to hear the word 'Master.' "Miss Salvien." "Dawn." "Alright…Dawn."

I don't know if I care
I'm the jerk
life's not fair

"Between then and now, we both became very close friends, and for the short time I worked for him, I had as much power as he did. We were best friends, and he didn't like to speak to me as a servant, but as an equal. Yeah, I'm pretty sure he felt bad about getting me mixed up in the syndicate mess," Rory mused, realizing late that she spoke of him in past tense. She looked at him for any sign of realization, but there was none. "And he should! Me getting chased around by you bloody Vultures!" Brandon laughed whole-heartedly.

Fighting all the time
This is out of line
She loves me not

Loves me not
Do you realize I won't compromise
She loves me not

Loves me not

"There it is…" Rory said, pointing in the direction of a small red speck of cloth. "Brandon, run! I really don't want an F on this! And here comes Draco and Blaise!" she yelled, shoving Brandon into a sprint.

life's not fair
I'm the jerk

"Draco, let's go!" Blaise yelled, grabbing Draco. "I REALLY need this grade!"

line for line
rhyme for rhyme
sometimes we be fightin' all the goddamn time -it's making me sick
relationship is getting ill
piss drunk stupid
mad
on the real
could you feel what I feel
what's the deal girl

Rory stood back and watched the boys scurry for the scrap of cloth, chuckling at their competitiveness, and breaking into a laugh when Brandon got to it first, panting.

We're tearing up each other's world
We should be in harmony
Boy and girl
That is the promise we made
Back in the day
We told each other things wouldn't be this way
I think we should work this out
It's all right baby we can scream and shout

Rory broke into a grin, looking at her A plus and reward of lemon squares covered in fudge. She then saw Troy and Ginny come up to them. "Well, Troy, you wanted to know," Rory chuckled, pointing to a large, rather pink troll, holding a lemon square.

I don't know if I care
I'm the jerk
life's not fair

Blaise looked over at Rory, defeated yet again. And he stared at her having a fudgy lemon square fight with Troy, he realized, smiling cynically. 'She loves me not. I'm the jerk.'

Fighting all the time
this is out of line
she loves me not

loves me not

He remembered all of their fighting, and her crying as he left. She never cried. But she did then. But now, he figured it was all for her best. They fought all the time. She doesn't love him. That could take some getting used to. Now, here he was, nearly in love with the girl who he dumped and hated his guts. 'How ironic.' Blaise looked over at Draco, and saw eyes full of love, staring at Troy and Rory. And somehow he doubted it was for Troy. He smiled. Time for someone else to have a turn at her.

do you realize I won't compromise
she loves me not

Loves me not

"Draco. I think you're right." Draco turned around, startled. "And I think you're the one that will crack her, but not break her. Like I did." And Blaise walked away, smiling.

Life's not fair

I'm the jerk

she loves me not

I'm done! Woo hoo! School's out and my game is ON!

Rikka: Hey wait! WHERE AM I IN THIS CHAPPIE! I DIDN'T APPEAR ONCE! WTF! HOW CAN YOU HAVE A CHAPPIE WITHOUT THE CHICKEN LADY! By the way, I have no relation to that lunchlady….

I DREAM OF A BETTER TOMORROW WHERE CHICKENS CAN CROSS THE ROAD AND NOT BE RUN OVER. Everytime one does, I try to drop acid, but I keep burning my toes off.

My minions! New into the ranks of Zanza are the bumblebees, cuz they're like magic or something. Because, aerodynamically speaking, the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly. But the bumblebee doesn't know, so he goes on flying anyway. Whatever this power maybe, me and my minions shall harness it through completely natural genetically altered ways!

Beware!

Mwahahahahahahhahahahahaha!

Thank you

Zanza.

Hmmm…it seems the chairs have mated….