My mother? The accountant. Miss perpetual grey suits. An angel, not possible. My father, I can see. My mom, not so much.

"My mom?" I asked. Ian nodded.

"I know that she may seem a bit, boring but once she was amazing. One of the best there ever was and also your Dad's best friend until he took over the Dark Court." Ian said sadly and I hugged him.

"So is there anything else you want to tell us?" Laurel asked impatiently. Ian shook his head and sighed. He quietly said no and Laurel exited the room in the most dramatic way possible. As I went to exit, Ian grabbed my hand.

"Stay." He whispered and then pulled me close. I was surprised, he may have said he had been in love with me but that was the past. It uses the word had, as in past tense.

"I've wanted to see you again for almost a decade and now you're here, with me. I just don't want to lose you. I want to protect you from everything." He said and he, mister goofy grin or serious super powerful angel, began to sob. Not just cry but full out sob.

"It's okay. I am fine. Sshh, calm down sweetie. Don't worry, it will all be okay." I cooed and began to whisper sweet nothings gently into his ear and within a minute he calmed down.

"Even then you knew how to calm me down. I was crying then and all you did was talk to me but it made me feel better." He said smiling.

"Really, that's very interesting." I said softly, his head on my lap. I stroked his soft black waves smiling softly and listening.

"Yes, that's one of the reasons I like you. You just seemed to be content sharing. You didn't whine every five seconds when someone looked at you wrong and you don't keep your secrets so bottled up that you can't help me and listen because you are so wrapped up in your own." He said softly and happily, like a tired child, barely six.

Then he got up and smiled. He leaned down and kissed me so softly that a feather would have felt like a hundred pound weight. The kiss was gentle, thankful and just so beautiful. I learned something from this kiss. I always knew Ian loved me. From the first time I saw him, I don't know how but I knew.

"I love you." He whispered in my ear. Not seductively, although it had that effect, but sweetly.

"I love you too." I said and I got on my tippy toes and kissed him. This kiss was happy and excited. Mutually in love. Though the kiss did surprise him, so did the confession.

There were sparks and fireworks, everything you could ever hear in a love story. It was sweet; it felt so familiar, but how? I really don't want to dwell on that now though. I was kissing a guy I really liked and I just realized it. I want to enjoy this.

I pulled back which really seemed to disappoint him but someone had to. If I didn't we'd be kissing until the end of the world. We might not stop even then. Our foreheads, both smushed together as we looked into each other's eyes.

"You really love me?" he asked incredulously.

"Of course I do, how could I not?" I smiled at me and he beamed so brightly that I almost went blind.

He picked me up and swung me around. We laughed and danced and I felt like I could fly. Little did the two lovebirds, Ian and I, know we were being watched.

After we were done being together…

"Ian, I have to go or I'll miss the," I looked at my watch, " Fourth class in a row."

"But I don't want you to leave." He whined and I squeezed his cheeks.

"Does the baby not want to see me go?" I said and smiled. Hugging me he bent his head down to me ear, "I'm your baby though."

"That is true. You are mine." I muttered and giving him a quick kiss on the lips I departed. Leaving a very sad Ian in my wake.

But I had to get to class and I'm pretty sure that I was going to be missed soon. I mean Liza and Soren might miss me and Laurel will definitely be suspicious. She does still like him, so I can expect a lot of hatred through the air between us.

"Where have you been?" Liza asked and I smiled mysteriously and my eyes rows went up and down mischievously.

"No where you need to know." I said suddenly very giddy and Liza looked shocked. Her eyes widened.

"Were you with Gabriel?" she asked.

"Maybe I was, Maybe I wasn't."

"You have to give me details. I want to know everything!"

"No way!" Liza squealed and I smiled. I told her most of it. I left out my heritage and some of the more "graphic" details but I did mention my confession.

"He said he loved me, and I said I loved him too." I said her eyes widened and her jaw went straight to the center of the Earth.

I looked down embarrassed. I then suggested we take a trip to the lunch room. I really was embarrassed. I hate to admit it but I, the unfalllable when it comes to boys, has fallen.

When we reached the lunch room, I looked around but I couldn't spot Ian or Soren. So we headed over to our regular table but suddenly I was picked up and whisked away, leaving a very shocked Liza.

I was suddenly put down, much to my delight and of course anger because I knew who it was. I turned around to an innocent and very hot looking Ian. His eyes were glued to the ceiling and he was whistling. Such a goofball, but he's mine.

"Can I help you?" I asked and he smiled. Bending down he whispered, "Yes, yes you can."

"And how is that?" I asked and he pulled back smiling. Hmmmm? All eyes were on us.

I smiled sweetly. "A kiss would be nice." He answered.

"All right." I said sweetly and leaned in, "Laurel!"

I yelled and tripped her and her glamour was gone. She landed on her but after trying to block the blow and failing. She looked up with such hatred as I scan the laughter filled to see My Ian. He was in the very back with an extremely amused expression.

"How'd you tell?" she growled and I smiled. She pushed herself up, so that she was closer to my height, although she is small, like four-six small. She tapped her foot and it echoed through the lunch room with the silence of our observers.

"You got hair the wrong shade and length. You were too short and the eyes weren't even close." I said honestly and she snarled. Her true fey identity came out and it was horrible. Fey may look small and sweet and harmless but they aren't.

The space around their eyes scrunch up, they grow fangs, their eyes grow red and they grow claws. Think vampires in the Vampire Diaries kind of thing. It was kind of disturbing actually. At the moment that she started to change Ian had began to move through the crowds.

"How dare, I happen to be princess of the Fey and Angels" she said proudly and very pissed offly.

"Sorry." I said sincerely, I really didn't want to fight her, plus Ian was walking to us calmly, although his blue eyes looked very flame like.

"If you ever embarrass me like that again and I'll-"she started but was interrupted by a smooth and almost growling voice.

"And you'll what?" Ian asked like a wolf protecting his mate, which he was similar to. Any one of the kids in the school with a mate are like this. You should have seen the time when Aiden saw Hannah threatening Jackie; I never knew that elf Aiden could look so vicious.

"I'm going to challenge her for the rights of you!" she said and stormed off, leaving a very angry and surprised looking Ian, a shocked crowd and a very confused me.

Ian

"What the hell did she mean by challenge my rights to you?" My beautiful angel asked very annoyed. I loved the way she scrunches up her nose when she's trying to figure something out. She's just so small and fragile. And mine. I smiled at that thought.

I've been searching for her forever. After Deylia's supposed death, Michael cut off all contact with the angels and I thought my angel was gone. I knew her for only a day but that day had lasted a lifetime.

The way she smiled. The way she laughed. The look on her face when she's angry. Her nose that looks like a button when she is deep in thought. The sexy look in her wicked eyes when she looks at me mischievously. I love everything about her, even the amount of trouble she gets into.

"Ian, please snap out of your daze and answer the question. What did Laurel mean when she said that she was going to 'Challenge my right to you'?" she asked furiously and I smiled, she is beautiful when she's angry. I can't believe it to be so but it is.

"It means you have to fight her." I said simply and I sighed.

"Is that it, really? That doesn't seem too hard." She said and I smiled, I had left one part out.

"You both have to fly, since you're an angel and she's a fairy." I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world and it was, to everyone-but her. I see the problem now.

"I can't fly though!" She yelled and I sighed. She is still so beautiful when she's angry.

"Have you ever tried?" I asked and she gave me a look. It said' back up or I'll shove a dagger through your heart'.

"Actually when we first met, if I could fly I wouldn't have fallen." She said crossing her arms. I guess she's right and when I nodded to her that she had won she beamed. I guess I could let her win if it made her happy.

"Why don't you call your mom and I ask her?" I said and she nodded and took my phone out of my back pocket. I just love it when she touches me.

She walked away and she called her mother and someone who used to be one of my best friends. I managed to catch some of the conversation, it was short though.

"Hay Mom, it's me, Luce." She said and there was muffled reply, "Yeah, I miss you too. By the way, am I an angel?'

I heard the sound of a phone being dropped and someone hanging up. Deylia walked back in.

"I guess I am an angel." She said with a quick shrug.

Deylia's POV

"Why don't you call your mom and I ask her?" Ian said and I nodded. I took his phone out of his back pocket. I just love to touch him.

I walked away and called my mom and a possible ex-angel. I hope it's not true, except that that means I might not be able to stay with Ian and that I'd hate.

"Hay Mom, it's me, Luce." I said and I heard her smile. Whenever she does so, it's like looking at the sun.

"Hello, Luce. I miss you so much. I hope school is going well. Actually, knowing you, it has to be." She said with a knowing voice.

"Michael, come on." A low voice muttered and he sounded familiar. He sounded just like I'd always dreamed my dad did, only better. He had a beautiful countertenor voice, so beautiful and rare.

"Yeah, I miss you too. By the way, am I an angel?'

"What? How could she know?" my Mom practically screamed and I realized where I got my above average, high soprano voice.

I heard the sound of a phone being dropped and she hung up. I walked back in as slowly as I could.

"I guess I am an angel." I said with a quick shrug but nonchalant was not what I felt.

"Really, that's amazing!" He started but stopped when he saw I wasn't as happy about it as he was he stopped. He came over and put his lips to my forehead. I felt warm all over, in places that I didn't care to mention.

"I'm fine, just-"I started but he looked at me so intensely that I couldn't finish my sentence, not truly that is, "I'm a little shocked to actually be an angel, that's all."

"Is there anything else?" he asked with the sexiest and most open eyes I have ever seen. I just love him, but this he can't know. I smiled at him and he beamed back.

"I'm good; there is nothing to worry about." I said and he kissed my nose and smiled happily. I smiled but it felt like I was lying to him.

And I hated myself so much more than you can understand because of it.

Gabe's POV

Why must I attend all these boring meetings? Why can't I be with my Deylia? Her name itself is music. Then again, anything involving her is beautiful.

"-So to basically and very quickly, I may add, sum it all up in 900,000,000,000,000,000,000,001 words, that is why we should reusable napkins." my vice-president Byron finished taking me out of Deylia filled daze. Before her, I just dozed off but now I was thinking. Granted, it was all about her but at least I was attentively thinking about something.

"Is there any further business to attend to Darius?" I asked the secretary and he nodded which surprised and saddened me. One, because that never happens and two because I would have to wait to see my Deylia. My, she is mine.

"What is it?" I asked curiously when a dark, looking character walked in but the second he was within a mile I'd known, that's where my thoughts of protection had come from.

My father was here and he looked determined and amused. Never a good combination.

"Hello, son. So, how is running the school going?" he asked but he was obviously not looking for the answer to the question.

"Meeting dismissed and everyone out! My father and I need to talk alone!" I barked out and everyone scattered. When they were gone and the door was closed we began to talk.

"Cut to the chase, what do you want?" I growled.

"Can't I just come to wish my son good tidings?" he asked innocently but I knew my father, even though it took thousands of centuries.

"No, you want something." I was angry, very angry, although totally clueless to his reasons to be here.

"I am here to discuss-"he started but there was a knock at the door. I strode over, ready to give whomever dared to interrupt my father and I but I couldn't. It was my Deylia there in front of me.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting something but I was told to come here. Soren said to just go on up and knock. I can leave if it's trouble but-" she started shyly putting her head down but I brought it back up, looking deep into her eyes.

"And who might this be?" my father asked and I shoved her behind me. He wasn't going to hurt my amant.

Deylia's POV

Who was this man. He may look so sincere but it's obvious he's not. I can see right through his glamour. I really don't like him. I can just tell.

"It's none of your business" he snarled. So I was right there is a bunch of bad blood between them. I could tell the second I walked in.

"Now that is no way to talk to your father." The man said and then smiled at me, "Hello sweetie."

"Stay away from her Dad. It will only end badly." Ian said shielding his father's view of me and my view of him.

"Just answer one question for me son."

"What?"

"Why are you consorting with such a low creature? I heard you even made her your amant." He sneered which only seemed to aggravate Ian more. Let me tell you, that's not a good thing.

"You will not speak of her like that."

"Why?"

"I will rip you to shreds if you ever hurt her, whether mentally or physically or any way I see her to be hurt. Do we have an understanding?" Now I understand why he's the president. He just has a way with words. When he speaks it's beautiful.

"All right but before I go-"he started then stopped and said, "Laurel, be a dear and tell me this dirty animal's name."

Laurel suddenly appeared and I was shocked, she looked different. She was usually a suck up but now she is worse. Like the queen of kiss ups. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had been wearing a "I 3 Daddy" shirt.

"Yes Daddy, I'm so sorry. I didn't hear you the first time. Who's name do you want?" she cooed.

"Her's" he said pointing to little hidden me.

"Easy, he name is Deylia Scarlet Rosalinda Beau." She said smiling but her father looked, well afraid.

"It can't be-I- I'm-S-S-Sorry about-Ev-every- Th-Th-Th-Thing your highness." And he flew off.

Nice exit right?