A/N: Hey everyone! OMG I'm sorry that I haven't been able to update! I've been busy, I've had writers block, and now school is starting again. GAH! So I tried to make it up to everyone and I hope you like this chapter. I put a bit of my own feelings into it, like usual. Lol. Much fun, much fun. So, please R&R, I love you forever if you do! I also plan on doing something very evil soon. You know you love me tho. Lol. Happy reading!

Everything was so bumpy...Blue could feel her body shaking as a result from the rough road. Why was it so hard to even focus her vision and why was she in a cage?

"Are you alright?"

Blue looked towards the speaker. She was an obviously tall and slender girl with a strange color of eyes and hair, but she had such a light, flowery scent. Blue found it strange that she noticed someone's scent.

"I'm fine," Blue replied. "Don't worry, Hige and the others will save us."

"You trust Hige, don't you?"

"Me? Why would I put my faith in that loser?"

"Hey, Blue, it's fine to sleep and all, but don't ruin the books."

Blue yawned as she opened her eyes to see her rather grumpy boss in front of her face.

"Oh crap!" Blue pushed herself away from the table, scattering all the books she had been re-checking in onto the floor. "Sorry, I was studying for an exam last night and I-"

"Don't bother with your excuses. No one comes here after six anyway." Her boss leaned over and picked up a few books as Blue rubbed her eyes awake and rushed to help her.

"Still, I shouldn't be falling asleep at work." Her boss simply sighed and rolled her eyes, handing Blue her purse and messanger bag.

"Go home, get some rest. You look like you're going to fall asleep on your feet. I'll close up."

Before Blue knew it, she was being pushed out the door, her stuff in her arms, and released from the prison that was known as a job. This really sucks, she thought as she slung her bag over her shoulder and began her walk back to the apartment. It's not like I'll get rest anyway. I still have laundry, studying, and sewing to do. Blue ran her fingers through her hair and looked up at the sky that was beginning to grow dark. "Why the hell do I have to go to college anyway?"she shouted to the sky, earning strange looks from several people walking past her quickly. With a sigh she continued to walk, knowing how much of a struggle it would be to keep herself awake, when an idea occured to her.

A few minutes later, Blue was pushing open the door to the small cafe and coffee shop. The aroma of fresh bread and coffee nearly knocked her off her feet as she walked in. Now this is a good place to work, Blue thought as she looked around at all the smiling faces. At least Hige stays busy here. The place was full of people playing games, doing homework or other various things on laptops, and just sitting around having a good time with each other. She felt her spirits lift from six feet under into the stratosphere, but then plummet back down again when she saw who was behind the counter.

"Christie? What are you doing here?"

"Blue! I told you that I worked here now, remember?" squealed the overly gleeful girl behind the counter.

Blue shook her head. She would have definately remembered that. "I don't remember."

"Oh that must have been because you had your nose in that book when I told you. Silly me, not to remember."

Blue simply shrugged and glanced at the menu. "Yeah well, I should have spent more time reviewing for that test than reading that book. I don't think I did too well on it."

"Oh, I know I did well," replied Christie, her voice overly confident.

Blue raised an eyebrow. "Oh really."

"Yeah." Christie slung her braided honey-colored hair over her shoulder with an air of superiority. "I talked to the professor after class and he said I not only passed with flying colors, but made the highest score in the class."

Blue sighed. "Yeah, well, them's the brakes."

"You know," Christie leaned against the counter. "I would be happy to tutor you. I mean, the professor even suggested that I offer to tutor people. I told him that I needed time to study so I didn't know if I could handle it, but since you're such a good friend, Blue, I would be happy to take time out of my schedule to help you."

"No, thanks, I'll just study." Right, this dimwit with cotton for brains got the highest score. And I turn into a wolf at the full moon, I bet.

"But Blue, there's no need to be embarrassed. I know you're smart and all, but sometimes people just need remedial help. Just because you're not academically intelligent doesn't mean you aren't smart in other things, like cooking or sewing. Only a few people in this world are truely gifted and I just happen to be one of them."

Blue could have sworn that smoke was billowing out of her ears. What a rude, tactless, selfish, overly confident...

"Hey, Christie, don't be so rude to customers."

Blue looked at Hige who was now standing beside Christie, a big smile on his face.

"I wasn't being rude to Blue," simpered Christie. Blue held back a snort and continued to glare at her. "I was just offering her help because I know she has special needs."

"Actually, Blue's pretty intelligent. Besides, being blunt can be rude."

"If you insist, Hige," Christie sighed, then looked back at Blue. "Oh, I forgot to ask what you were going to order! I got so caught up in chatting with you."

"A tall mocha is just fine, thanks," Blue replied, a slight bite to her voice. Christie turned to mix the coffee, pecking Hige lightly on the cheek as she did so, which caused Blue's muscles to tense in anger "So I see you've met my wonderful classmate."

Hige shrugged. "Yeah, I guess I have. Sorry she was being so mean."

"Whatever, don't worry about it."

"Here you go, Blue!" Christie handed Blue her coffee. "That'll be $3.76."

"I'll cover this one, Blue," Hige said as he put his hand over hers as she reached into her purse.

"Thanks."

"You look tired. You should probably go home and rest a little."

"Yeah, I think I will. Oh, and Christie, good luck on the math exam this week. I know it isn't your strongest subject, but if you need any remedial help, I would be happy to assist you." Blue then left the coffee shop, still feeling angry.

Blue shut the door behind her with more force than usual, made her way to the kitchen to throw away her cup, and then grabbed Mr. Bear off the sofa as she headed back to her room. That stupid Christie. So rude, that girl was absoutely foul in every single way.

"So what if I'm not good in English!" Blue half shouted as she flopped onto her bed and found her sewing bag. "At least I have common sense, unlike that little witch." Blue finished stitching Mr. Bear, avoiding the gaze of the bunny that for some reason haunted her. It was just entirely too happy to be real. At around nine that evening, Blue was tying off the last stitch when Hige knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Hey, Blue, just checking up on you." Hige leaned against the door frame. "Sorry I didn't say anything about Christie earlier. I meant to."

"It's fine. Personally I think you down-graded your standards, but hey, that's just me talking. If you find that little fluffed up hag desireable, go right ahead."

"Blue, that's not fair. I know Christie can be a little difficult, but she's really a nice person. She means well and you know it."

"Say that all you want, I refuse to believe it." Blue snipped off the remaining thread and examined the bunny before handing it to Hige. "Here's Mr. Bear. I'm gonna get changed for bed, so unless you want to be scarred for life, you should go."

"I don't think I'll be scarred. It's not like I haven't seen you before."

"Out, out, OUT!" Blue snapped, pointing in the direction of her door.

"Alright, got it." Hige turned and left, shutting the door gently. Blue collapsed on her bed, her mind throbbing. Thinking that things couldn't get any worse, while Hige still stood outside her door, quite shocked at Blue's sudden temper.

"Do you think she's still mad at me?" he asked Mr. Bear, who didn't reply, but just gave a cheerful, fake smile in return.