Who You Pretend To Be

Chapter 9: Fallen.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: If I said I owned them, I lied

Author's note: Ok, I'm really leaning towards going somewhere with the Registration Act. I have tons of ideas in my head, but if you guy's really don't want me to... review and let me know! And, correction: in the last chapter, I said that Hitler had an infatuation w/ his cousin. It was really his niece. Don't wanna give out false info.

-X-

Shannon sat on her bed, grading papers as Griffon played with some toys at the end of the bed. Shannon put the fourteenth proposition paper on the 'done' pile and went for the next one. Griffon grabbed one off the pile. "No, no, baby. Those are Mommy's poorly done papers."

"Are they that bad?" Scott asked, pocking his head through the door.

"Not all of them. Just the majority. How am I supposed to teach kids who don't wanna be taught?" She asked him.

"That's the tough part about some of the classes you teach. You have to make them want to learn." He picked Griffon up. "Thank you. I need the time." Scott was taking Griffon for a few hours while Shannon finished her grading. But, before she could get back to her work, Rouge knocked on her door. "There's someone down stairs for you."

"Of course there is. Cause God forbid I get any work done." She muttered under her breath as she took to the stairs. When she got the the entrance hall, Sarah stood by the door.

"Sarah? What are you doing here?" Shannon asked, hugging her good friend.

"I came to see you. This place is amazing." Shannon nodded in agreeance.

"Ah, we have a visitor." The professor said, rolling up to the two.

"Professor, this is my good friend, Sarah Jankins." Shannon then led Sarah up to her room.

"I make more money then you, and the hole first floor of my house could fit in this room." Sarah said, looking around. "Yah well, at least you have a husband." Shannon replied, plopping down on the bed.

"I'm sure there are plenty of cute guys in this part of the state. Nice, handsome, rich man." Sarah told her, sitting down in front of her best friend.

"Why is it that all you talk about lately is money?" Shannon asked.

Sarah thought for a moment. "You're right." Shannon smiled.

"And, I never leave the mansion."

"Then what about that guy with the weird facial hair that answered the door. He's cute." Shannon laughed. "That would be Logan. And, no."

"Why?" Shannon shrugged.

"... He's too... 'grr.'" She made a growling face.

"And there's no one else?"

Shannon opened her mouth to say something, but quickly changed her mind and shut it again. "Nope."

"Who?" Sarah asked automatically. She stared at Shannon until her friend spoke again.

"I don't wanna jinx it."

"Just tell me!" Shannon looked down at the floor and murmured, "I've fallen for Scott." (A/N: and if you didn't see THAT coming...)

-X-

Shannon waved good by to Sarah as she drove off into the night. She was ready to go back up stairs, but saw Scott sitting by himself in the main living room. "Did you have any problems?" She asked, sitting down next to him on the couch. Scott shook his head. "Not at all." There was a slightly awkward silence.

"Are you angry with me? For not telling you?" She finally asked.

"I wish you had told me. But I can understand why you made the choice that you did."

"It's just, when I didn't hear from you, I didn't know-"

"You don't have to explain yourself." He told her. Then he smiled at her.

"When you were down here, Sarah came into your room when I was putting Griffon down. To say good night to him. She said I should talk to you." Shannon looked up at the ceiling.

"Are we in high school, Sarah?" She said softly. Then, she looked back at Scott.

"I wanted to keep my mouth shut about this, but I 'm not that kind of person." Scott laughed. Shannon looked at him uneasily. "I'm in love. With you. Now, I don't know how you feel about me-" Scott stopped the babbling before it really started by planting a soft kiss on her warm lips.

"Why do you think I tracked you down? For the past two years, all I've thought about is you." This, time, she kissed him. When they pulled away, she stood up. "I should get upstairs. I need to finish grading those papers." She smiled at him, then walked away.