**I Don't Own The One Nicky Lee does. **

So after x amount of days (maybe months, who knows) I have found the resolve to make chapter three. Before I wrote this, I was browsing fan-fic and saw more The One Fan-fictions I'm very happy at this fact. Ha-ha!

Now on to the main event…

Against Each Other

Ever since his conversation with Lele, Eros has been seeing her everywhere: In the halls between classes, in some of his classes, and even now at lunch. She was sitting on the other side of the café with a small, petite, blonde girl and a buff, intimidating black guy. With his intense gaze, Eros watched Lele laugh and noted how her big brown eyes sparkled. It intrigued him how she was plain yet unique and bright. Eros almost laughed when he witnessed Lele spill ketchup on her jeans. Her reaction was priceless and Eros had to cover his mouth with his hand to hide his smirk.

Lele's pouting face was that of a five year old. Funny how that same girl was scolding me earlier like a mother. So engrossed in his thoughts, Eros didn't notice his identical twin sit down across from him or when his friend Nick sat next to him. Angus noticed that his brother's silver eyes were shining with amusement as he stared at something behind him.

"What are you staring at?" Angus asked trying to follow Eros' line of sight with his vivid green eyes, but Eros quickly turned his head. It would be bad if his brother saw him staring at Lele.

"Nothing important." Eros said coolly, and then wanting to change the subject, he turned to his friend Nick. "How is management class going?" Like always, Nick took the bait and began to ramble on about snooty models, but Eros could care less.

At Lele's table, Lele was steady trying to remove her ketchup stain. Her next class was the runway, in which appearance is a key factor. Lele knew for a fact that the big red spot on her light wash jeans would not go unnoticed. "See what you made me do?" Lele scolded her two best friends who were feigning innocence across the table.

"We did nothing," Her petite blond friend Young Qui said with a small smirk. "If anything you did it to yourself." Leo nodded next to her, his black fedora hat ever so slightly moved.

"The karma of being guilty." Leo said in his deep voice. He leaned forward, placing both his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together. "You can't deny that you spoke to Eros."

Throwing her napkin on the table, Lele glared at her friends. "Fine I did." She relented. "All I did was yell at him for almost running me over though." Both of her friends gasped in surprise and began to talk at once.

"How could you?" Leo scolded

"Seriously?" Young Qui asked with shock. Luckily the bell rang, signally the end of lunch. Lele hastily stood and grabbed her tray.

"The jerk deserved it." Was the only answer she gave before storming away; ignoring her friends that were calling her name.

Eros leaned back in the plush chair and looked down at the list of models before him. First day of school and I'm already swamped with work. After lunch, Eros was heading to his class, but the principal intercepted him and asked him do a ridiculous task. The frantic principal wished for Eros so plan and organized a fashion show in a month.

"A month?" Eros had asked hoping the principal misspoke and would come to his senses. To Eros's dismay, the principal only nodded and began to explain that the original fashion show director quit at the last minute which left the school annual back to school show in a bad position.

"I'm sorry, but budget won't allow more time to be allotted." The principal spoke in near tears. "Plus you're the top of your class and very efficient and reliable."

Smiling ruefully, Eros took the offered folder the principal had. "Fine, but I demand a letter of recommendation in return."

Now Eros was sitting in on the runway class to pick out suitable models. He already had two models pre-selected, but needed thirteen more. One he had the models selected he would have to assemble a reliable and excellent crew to handle the behind the scenes needs. All this stress will kill me.

"Mr. Lanson?" Eros looked up at the tall brunette teacher. "We're ready to begin."

Eros readied his pen and watched as the models, male and female strutted down the runway in their unique styles. Some raised their legs really high; some pointed their toes like dancer. Out of the first ten, Eros only chose two. At this rate I won't have enough for the show. He adjusted his square, black rimmed glasses and read the name of the next model. Lele Cane. Instantly, he snapped his head up to watch as Lele came down the runway.

Lele had a determined, but cool expression. One hand was on her hip while her other arm swung freely, but in time with her purposed step. Her brown eyes showed taunted, but loved. Truly Lele had the most unique walk Eros has ever seen. What amazed Eros the most was that the big circular shape of the ketchup stain on her jeans could be see at any angle. Usually models would lose their nerve because of the simple flaw, but Lele sported it like a billionaire would sport a diamond watch.

Before Lele turned to walk back down the runway, she caught Eros's eye. Why is he staring at me like that? Is it the stain? Eros smirked, completely catching Lele of guard. What a creepy silver-eyed monster. Not wanting to be taunted, Lele winked at him and continued to walk off. Out side she was cool, but inside her emotions were raging. What the heck is wrong with me?

Smirking slightly, Eros put a check next to Lele's name. That girl continues to amaze me.

Oh Yeah! Third chapter finished. It was a little lame but be proud that I wrote something. SOOO… next chapter I'll incorporate more Angus and I'll introduce Feidna. I think that's all I have to say so farewell. Don't forget to review!