AN- Okay, WHERE ARE ALL THE MEG/ERIK GRAPHICS?

Seriously, have they all gone into hiding? If any of ya'll have any M/E graphics… can you email them to me, SVP? My email is on my author page.

Chapter 6- Where We Can Gaze

Two days had passed and Erik had not managed to convince me to do the talent show. I had remained steadfast- unyielding. And I strutted through the corridors, extremely proud of myself.

"Excuse me, miss?" A boy said, tugging on my scarlet blazer as I had been strutting to the library (or as much strutting could be allowed, when I was about to meet the boy of my dreams for a round of tutelage). "Can you point me in the right direction of the library?"

His hair was dark black, and his eyes were pleasing shade of light brown. I blinked, and did a mental double take. Was he a freshman? I didn't think I had ever seen him before… I gave him a polite smile.

I nodded, and he started talking, and talking and talking. All the way to the library. One glance told me that Mr. Senior was present, as well as Mr. Raoul. And then he followed me all the way to Raoul's table, talking about how much he liked the wall color in the senior lounge.

I smiled and nodded, saying: "Yes, that shade of green does look like a nice shade of uncooked broccoli, doesn't it?"

He bent down and grabbed my hand, and before I could resist, he spoke in very bad foreign language I thought was English… but I wasn't too sure anymore. He bent down and pressed his lips to the top of my hand.

"My-," I said, suddenly undone by this sudden display of chivalry. And suddenly unable to find "My name's Meg,"

"Tyson," he said, and my mouth dropped. My God, who was this charming man, this man that replaced the boy who yapped nonstop only moments before?

Someone cleared their throat and I was quite sure that I was very pink all over. I looked around and I saw Mr. Senior's eyes glare at me with the hate of a thousand hells. And Raoul just looked confused.

And that was when Christine walked in, and officially all hell broke loose. Raoul stood up and ran over to greet Christine, muttering words of adoration. I ran over to Erik, muttering words of annoyance, and Tyson ran over to me, just talking.

"Erik, what on earth is she doing here? I thought this was going to be just me and Raoul-,"

"Christine, why are you here, my love? I thought you were going to wait for me by the cafeteria after the period ended-,"

"Christine has every right to be here, Giry-,"

"…And that is when I decided that I would go on the stage and perform in the talent show. I think I will sing 'If Ever I Would Leave You,' from Camelot-,"

"Why are YOU even here, Mr. Senior? If you are thinking on checking up on me, you're wrong, Mister- WRONG!"

I poked Erik hard on the chest, and pulled Raoul away from Christine, and plopped him right down onto his chair. I opened the biology text book to page 154.

I glared at him, and said, in a defiant voice, "Teach me."

A Fifty-Seven percent? Im… impossible!

I stared at the grade in absolute horror. I had studied all night in VAIN? I took a practice test with Raoul, and he said I got all the answers right. How could that possibly be?

I read the little red pen marks that dotted along the page, leaving rather embarrassing comments.

Contrary to what you may think, Meggin, 'gas' is not a type of Noble Gas.

And there was another;

No, Meggin, Sir Isaac Newton did not make the first Philosopher's Stone.

More embarrassing was that my name wasn't Meggin, it was Marguerite, but with every correction, she called me 'Meggin'. And that strangely infuriated me.

I crumpled the test into my hand and stormed off down the hall.

And then I ran straight into Erik, Mr. Senior. Damn him for getting in my way!

"Giry-,"

"WHAT!" I screamed, very much pissed off at the moment. Erik's eyes widened and backed off… that was, until he saw that I had dropped the Science test.

"What's this?"

He picked it up and he started to laugh. Not a polite chuckle, but an all out GUFFAW.

"EXCUSE ME!" I said, standing there like an idiot as Erik laughed his ass off right in front of me at the impossibly bad Science test score.

He stopped laughing so hard and attempted to breathe. "I'll… I'll tutor you in science…" He took a big breath and I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently. "I'll tutor you if you agree to do the talent show with me."

Well… what could I do? If I failed science, my mother and my Aunt Antoinette would decapitate me in one fell swoop.

So. I agreed. And that's what led to me sitting in front of Erik at his apartment (5F) and him pointing out that the periodic table really wasn't so hard once you understood the miracle of element stability.

But still, I couldn't remember any aristocratic airs… or royal gases… noble gases?

Whatever. The point was that I was staring at the table (propped up against the wall with the salt and pepper shakers on his dining room table.

I was chewing on my mechanical pencil absentmindedly and staring at the table-chart like Erik was making it do a tap dance.

And Erik was rattling on about zirconium… or zinnias?

My mind wandered and I found myself daydreaming.

"CHRISTINE!" I screamed as she disappeared right from the stage- right in front of my eyes. "Oh my God! CHRISTINE!" I ran on to stage, looking for anything that might have told me where she disappeared to.

I desperately fell down on my hands and knees, pawing the floor of the stage, looking for absolutely anything.

Nothing…

I looked up and received the worst surprise that I had ever seen in my life- Piangi! Strangled! Dead! On the bed! I screamed the loudest I have ever screamed in my life- and the audience behind me went into a panic.

"IT'S HIM!" I screamed…

"Where is he?" I heard Christine's lover yell to my mother…

"Come with me monsieur, I will take you to him… but remember- keep your hand at the level of your eyes!"

"But why?"

I ran to them and grabbed my mother's arm. For Christine's safety, I would go. I would plunge down into the bowels of the Opera House and confront the Phantom of the Opera for Christine's safety.

And then I would apologize for all my sins against her…

I raised my hand above my eyes. She had taught me well to defend myself against the monster of the Phantom of the Opera.

"Like this, monsieur! I'll come with you!" I said, wailing with guilt and worry.

"No, no! Meg, you must stay here. Hurry monsieur or we will be too late!"

"NO!" I screamed, and rushed back to my dressing room, throwing on a pair of pants and then running down to Christine's dressing room…

"MEG!" Erik bellowed, and I snapped back to reality so fast that I fell off of my chair. "If you're not going to pay attention, you might as well leave."

"Sorry." I said, getting up from the floor. "I'm just very tired."

I looked down at my notebook where I really should have been taking notes, but I hadn't written anything.

"I'm going to get some water." Erik said, exasperated. And he excused himself.

I stared down at that journal and I absentmindedly drew calligraphy.

"What are you doing?" Erik said, and yanked my journal away from me before I could properly protest.

"'The Phantom of the Opera'?" He read through my horrible calligraphy. "Why are you thinking about… him?"

He sounded like he hated the guy.

"I had a dream about him…" I said, feeling sheepish. "Just now."

He tossed it back at me, and then seemed to get a realization.

"You- you had a dream?"

"Yes…" I said, wondering what he was on about.

"About…him?"

"Yes…"

He stared at me… and I stared at him… it was like a very intense staring contest.

And… then he cleared his throat and continued talking at me about periodic tables.

Or… Comma Tables?

Augh.

AN- YAY! IT IS FINALLY DONE.

Omg I'm sorry it took SO long you guys, but this was SUCH a hard chapter to write. But never fear. It will be better next time.

Cause it's ERIKS POV!

What, what!

Anyway, I just thought I'd give you warning- I'm going to be posting the EXTENDED ENDING of YAMOO soon- featuring hot extra scenes. Like, who wrote FWSE and YAMOO?

Anyway, check it out. YAMOO Extended Edition coming at you soon.