I sat on the couch in front of the beautiful Jezebel Stone, feeling like a lumberjack, masculine, and insignificant. Jezebel flashed me a sweet smile, and I returned one, what I felt probably wasn't. Probably a drunken grin.

"So, Jezebel, do you still keep in touch with Trevor?" Hunter asked, leaning forward, in intense interest. I scowled.

"Um, well, actually, he's out right now… he's looking for a place to stay! Trevor and I are starting school here… we were both having a little trouble back home, so we banded together. Decided we'd leave… see if things got better. The last I heard of you, you were working for the council, so I asked to see where you'd gotten to… Well, it took some convincing, to make sure we weren't you know… some sort of Anti-Seeker cult, out to slaughter you or something," She finished taking a sip of her tea, gracefully, I might add, the stupid bitch.

Hunter smiled. "You know, you could stay here, if you like," Hunter suggested, and I wanted to kick him. "Sky's in England, and there's a nook over there, we could always put up a sheet for privacy," nodding towards the laundry room.

Jezebel shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry I won't let you do that. Besides, me and Trevor came out here to find ourselves. Start over," She said brushing a piece of platinum blonde hair over her shoulder. I was swept with relief.

I realized I hadn't said a word this whole half hour…I pretty much just nodded and smiled. Moron…

Hunter lifted an eyebrow.

"And you plan on paying for this how?" He asked, with his usual critical analysis. Jezebel sighed.

"I have my mom's money. She left everything to me, so I'm set for the next sixty years," Jezebel said with no hidden grief. Hunter sighed, defeated.

"Well-" Hunter began but the doorbell cut him off. "Lemme guess… Hitler," he muttered striding towards the door.

Jezebel rose her eyebrows and turned to me.

"So how old are you?" Jezebel asked, her pink lips spreading across her face. I let out a breath and answered politely.

"Hey, cool, same age as me. Maybe we could be friends," she said, but I didn't get a chance to answer as she jumped out of her seat and walked across the room. I turned and was shocked as it looked like I was seeing double.

Which one's Hunter?

This must be Trevor.

Jezebel walked over, with none of her usual ease, and clumsily tripped, and collided hard with the rug. Everyone was laughing and I was wondering, now that Trevor was here, she'd become so… 'inelegant'.

Jezebel's POV

I collided hard with the floor, and felt my face start burning. I soon felt gentle, but strong hand grasp my arm, and lift me up. I gazed up into Trevor's eyes, and smiled shyly, but looked away quickly.

Everyone was laughing but I was hot with embarrassment. Morgan got up and shook hands with Trevor and said she had to go, her parents would be back soon.

Morgan seemed nice to me. Kind of shy, quiet, and reserved. Pretty, I thought. But her face seemed empty. It seemed as if it had no story to tell, as if she'd been through nothing. No laugh lines, no wrinkles.

Hunter said he'd drive with her to her house. That just left me and Trevor.

I glanced at him, and smiled. Ever since I'd discovered my crush on him, it had begun to be harder to be around him. Very awkward.

"I can't believe we're here…"