Okay, this chapter is short, but it focuses on Shaun. There is some revelations in this one, and his feelings growing for a certain someone...to explain what actually happened before the fight. Some of u may have already known, but I just wanted to shed some light on this...Sometimes, I can be so forgetful of things...

Actually, I was expecting somebody to notice that before, and...well, nevermind that. Why is it that everytime I post a new chapter, it is at a very late time...I seriously have been working on this like almost 24/7. Anyway, I will be working on the next chapter the next day, cuz my plot for this story is starting to get more interesting...you'll know what I'm talking about :)

Oh and I tried to do some chatting dialogue here, so I'm not really good with that. And just so u know, this chapter is taking place on a sunday, right after the previous chapter. So it won't confuse u...

It was already the afternoon; Shaun sighed, feeling a bit exhausted with his homework that was given to him to work during the weekend. It was that reason why he is taking a break from it, but mostly his mind was cluttering with thoughts of what happened on Friday, so he really needed to think clearly. He decided that taking a trip to the store would help him think. As he walked past the aisles, the only thing on his mind was how things started getting out of hand. Nobody knows exactly what had started the fight in the first place; in a way, it was a mystery to everyone why a powerade drink could just explode like it did. Some people don't even think that that was the reason. The British man chuckled at that thought; of course people are going to be skeptical about that, and believe that there was a hidden chemical inside the drink, causing some kind of reaction to it. To be honest, it wasn't that much of a big deal. No one really cares how the fight started; all that matters to the students was to see who would win and who would get a beating. Shaun stopped in an aisle, absently scanning the cans of food he didn't even need. He stared blankly, picking out a can of….what appeared to be a can of peaches, moving on. The Brit suddenly paused, seeing Desmond was in the same aisle as him, acting as if he was choosing a brand. The man was staring at him though, he doesn't know how long exactly. Shaun narrowed his gaze at him, mirroring a glare that the other man did. They stared at each other for a few long seconds which was starting to feel like hours, and the longer they looked at each other, the more awkward it felt. Suddenly, Desmond turned his scowling face away, and started walking off. Shaun felt a bit relieved that he was leaving, but at the same time, he wanted to rush after him and get in his face…..Why was he looking at him like that? Maybe it was about yesterday?

Shaun had returned home from the store, quickly putting some of the groceries away. It was getting late, Shaun realized that his parents aren't even home yet, which means he is home alone for now. It is usually boring being alone in this house, but Shaun doesn't mind, he kind of likes it being quiet. He ran over to his room, closing the door shut. Shaun went to his desk, onto his computer, opening a few websites about psychic abilities; actually this wouldn't be the first time he does research about that topic. The Brit would go onto these websites to marvel over the psychic powers and telekinesis that some people claim to have, yet he believed them all to be a sham. Now Shaun wasn't the type to believe in something so ludicrous, he was skeptic about supernatural things; he never imagined that any of this was real. That is until he discovered that he could move objects with his own mind; it was hard to believe it at first, but after a while he had eventually shrugged it aside, as if it was nothing important. The thing was, he had assumed that he was the only one with such abilities. But he found out later that his best friend had a more unique gift. It had fascinated him how Malik was able to predict glimpses of prospective events in the future, but now it is more interesting that he is predicting other things that have to do with vampires. He knows that he had lied to and disregarded Malik's feelings about these new visions, but he only denied it, because Lucy begged him not to tell anyone. Shaun was always dependable to keep a secret. But it really did intrigue him; why was Malik seeing these visions? Perhaps theses are signs…or maybe not, he wasn't sure. Shaun leaned back in his chair, reaching his hand up to rub the back of his neck. A chat had opened on his computer. Malik is online, 'Hey, what u doing?' He types, waiting for Shaun to respond. "I knew he couldn't ignore me." Shaun grinned, leaning forward to type a response.

'Nothing, just doing homework…..and u?'

'The same….also I'm bored.'

'Really? Well, so am I, since you've been ignoring me yesterday and giving me the silent treatment...Are you still mad at me?'

"Idiot…" Malik muttered to himself, 'What do u think?'

Shaun could sense some venom behind those words. So Malik was still upset about the whole cafeteria incident, 'I'm guessing that's a maybe…'

'LoL….I can't stay mad at u 4 ever, dude'

'I know, :D'

Malik sighed heavily, lying down close to the headboard of his bed, his laptop being inclined over his stomach to get a comfortable view of the screen. 'But I am still upset….u got me in trouble' He typed again.

'Oh, come on, I said I was sorry. Besides, that dumbass Abbas deserved it!'

The darker man chuckled, 'I know…..but, you can't keep using ur 'gift' to get back at people' he explained.

'Well, why not?...It's what he gets for taking away what's mine!' Malik was annoyed with his stubborn attitude.

'It is because of u that Abbas wants to kill me…..now I'm a little bit scared to go back'

Shaun frowned, not able to type any kind of comment, ' :('

'I forgive u though…'

' :)'

'….but, next time u decide to pull one of ur tricks on someone, do not get me involved!'

Shaun snorted, 'Alright, Mal.' He does feel a bit guilty that Malik was sent to the office with the other students. To be honest, he didn't intend to start a fight, but it just happened….and Malik took the fall for it.

Malik heard a light knock to his bedroom door, "Come in," His aunt peeked her head from the door, a small smile blooming over her face.

"Dinner is ready, Malik." She said.

"Okay, I'll be there in a sec…" He said quietly. He typed down, 'Got to go now, see u 2morrow okay' a few seconds later, he got the response, 'okay, talk to u later,' Malik closed his laptop, leaving his room.

The Brit was once again alone as he exited out of his chat. Now what is there to do? He really isn't in the mood to continue his homework. He clicked on one of the websites, reading over some old articles that weren't really interesting. He had already read these pages before, and right now, as he continued to read, he was losing interest in reading. Maybe he can chat with Lucy about how things are going. In fact, he would like to ask some questions about her friends as well. For all he knows, they could be bloodsuckers too; which is probably why she didn't hang out with them at lunch. Then his mind started focusing on Desmond for some unknown reason. He scowled, remembering earlier how the darker man was acting around him; the way he was staring at him as if he was looking at some sort of freak show….well, actually that is true in a way. If Shaun were to receive some negative attention, he would usually brush it off. Whenever someone is picking on him, making up lame jokes about him like being the biggest nerd in the school, Shaun would throw back some comments of his own and end up having the last laugh. And if no one is messing with him, he makes sure to keep a distance from everyone as if they had a plague, and bark at them if they bug him about some unimportant matter. This is why he doesn't have many friends, not like Malik, Lucy and Rebecca at least. But confronting somebody like Desmond, he felt a strange feeling in his gut; it's like some anxiety feeling that he hasn't felt in a long time. It happened when he first met Desmond, and it happened again at the store. Why was he feeling this way, he didn't know. It's not like he is afraid of that punk; he doesn't feel inferior to him in any way, so why would he…..well…..it could be another reason. Shaun shook his head, barely realizing that he was writing something on his notebook with his blue pen. He must have lost track of his previous thoughts, and time as well. It has been nearly thirty minutes already? He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even remember picking up a pen and started writing down notes. Except, it wasn't notes he was putting on his notebook; he actually drew a neat looking heart, with some kind of initials inside it. "What the-?...DxS?" His eyes widen at that realization. Shaun hastily scribbled over the little art; running both his hands through his hair afterwards. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He grumbled to himself. Shaun leaned his head forward, resting his forehead on the surface of the desk, "I do have a crush on this bloody idiot!" What sucks even more, is if Malik were to find out, he would so rub it in his face. Shaun would hate for that to happen…..