Lysander's POV

"Welcome to the first dance of the school year! I hope you all will have a grand time, now go ahead and enjoy yourselves!" The principle steps down from the podium, walking towards Dr. Stein. Dr. Stein is only a substitute teacher, although he seems to hang out around here a lot. It probably is because he found most of the students who presently go to this school. I would've thought before that even, but this school is really new, it's only been open for about five years.

"Lizzy!" I turn just in time for King to glomp me, knocking me down to the floor. "Well this is a sexy position, isn't it?" King straddles me and tries to kiss my neck.

I push his face away. "Get off of me."

He pouts and sits up. "Quit denying your love for me, you know you want it."

"Quit dwelling in your sick fantasies and wake up."

"My fantasies aren't sick, just rated Mature."

I push him off of me hurriedly, making him smack to the floor. He doesn't move.

I admit, he is quite cute. But I simply can't see him in the way he does me. It might be because A) I am about five inches taller than him, B) He is only fourteen and I sixteen, and C) I, well, I believe I am married. That last one, though, is the whole reason I am still confused about being here, and King doesn't help that AT ALL. Oh, and D) King would be obviously seme in a relationship.

"Here, Lysander." Amelia gives me a hand, helping me up, and then hands me a can of bug spray. "Spray this on him when he gets too close," she whispers.

I nod slowly. Then I look down at King, who seemed to have ditched the standard black-and-white dress code we had tonight, and had on a fancy turquoise blue shirt on instead, and I think a growing red stain around the middle of it...

"He'll be fine." Amelia kicks King in the side, making him groan. She turns to look at me, her caramel hair put up with gold hair pins, her glasses as reflective as ever with the bright, chandelier light. "This dance is really stupid."

"I agree." No one was really dancing, but there were a few couples making out, swaying to the music. I turn away, reminded of the one who I thought I had loved.

"I already knew that." I turn to Amelia slightly annoyed. She clears her throat and pushes her glasses up her nose, light flashing across the lenses professionally. "Professor Stein is occupied with someone other than the principle, shall we carry out our plan?"

King sits straight up. "Does that mean it's my cue?" he asked eagerly.

"Yes, yes, Fly Boy's right over there." Amelia jerks her head toward a corner of the room, where a lonely and, well, homely guy was hanging out in.

Fly Boy had an oval head, and an enormous double chin that slightly jutted out. He was tall and lanky, with twig arms and legs, and a bowl hair cut covering exactly half of his face. He had agreed to help us, for the answers on the end of the year test, which Amelia always excels at.

"Right! Principle Bo- uh, I mean Stoner!" King runs over to the principle, knocking down a lesbian couple. "I have something to tell you!"

"Do you now? Shoot!" Principle Stoner turns to King with a smile- fake or not I don't know- and makes a hand motion, telling him to proceed.

"Yeah!" King pulled Fly Boy over by the collar of his shirt. "He teamed up with Stein, then re-performed his old homicide trick of felony!" I rub my forehead, this was not going to plan. I doubt King had even been entirely listening when we were discussing them. King continued. "Arrest him and Stein, they are murderous creeps!"

"K-King..." I begin, but don't get to finish because at the moment Stein comes over and handcuffs Fly Boy.

Principle Stoner's reaction was a very confused look.

"K-King.." I begin, but don't get to finish, because Dr. Stein materializes from nowhere and handcuffs Fly Boy. I did not see that coming.

"Well, well, Tutankhamen, that's quite a story you told, although I'm afraid that's not true. I guess I'll just take this student away and come back for you guys. Darla, make sure they don't get away." Stein walks off with Fly Boy, who looks mournful. Darla, the principle, however, makes a grab for King.

Henceforth comes the confusion.

King makes some sort of wild animal sound like "GraaararrrrrrrrRRAAAAAAAAAARRR!" And shoots away from Principle Stoner, sprinting through the gym and out to the large double doors of the school, jumping people like hurtles. Amelia and I have to run to catch up, and things got a little chase-like. People were muttering complaints at us, and I kept looking back to see Principle Stoner just a few feet behind, and even a little black shadowy dog stalking us.

"Quickly! Or my father has yet to punish me!" King beckons us to hurry up and come outside of the school, already almost a block away. Amelia and I run over to him, out of breath.

"King... What do you think you were doing-" begins Amelia.

"OHMYFLYINGMINTBUNNYIT'SAMARSHMALLOW!" King points up at the sky, and we see a flying pink thing on fire shooting through the air toward us from the school.

"That's not a marshmallow, it's a freaking CANNON!" Amelia, pissed off now, picks me up. It was a weird sensation, like going down on a roller coaster and then all of a sudden coming to a gentle stop. I felt my atoms disperse, and then reform again into something smaller, but harder. A crossbow. Amelia aims me at the cannon, releases an arrow- but this arrows head was a soft glowing red.

The cannon burst apart, sending pieces of colored metal flying and burning parts of the ground that they landed on, the air hot with its heat.

Amelia loosens her grip on me, and I feel my particles break apart and reform again. I remember what Principle Stoner had told us about, about the misters and weapons some of us might be. Well, if I was a weapon, and Amelia my mister, what was King, then?

"L... Lysander!" I turn and see King staring at me in surprise. King opens his mouth a tries to say something, and it seemed suspiciously like-

King launches at me, locking his mouth on mine.

And I'm too tired to do anything about it.