Author's note: I've been thinking of doing multiple POVs for awhile. I don't know if it'll work or not, so please tell me if it works

Chapter 3: Hip to my heart

Lookie who is comin', whoo! You got that something

Boy I wanna be where you are and I'm gunnin' for ya

Can't even fall for some other man 'Cause brother man

You know how to get hip to my heart

"Hip to my heart"- The Band Perry

I sat at my desk in the front part of Mustang's office. I was on the phone again. But then, I am his secretary. I was taking a message from another woman. Susan. She wanted to know if she and Mustang were still on for dinner tonight. The same could be said for Carrie, Victoria, and Dinah. The man really got around.

It was almost lunch time when Mustang came into the front office and perched himself next to me on the edge of my desk.

"So, Lena, any calls for me?" He asked. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

I smiled. "Of course! You have dates with four different women tonight. You know, you should really work on your scheduling skills." I handed him his messages.

I raised an eyebrow at me and took them. Then, he gave me a charming smile. "You should have dinner with me sometime."

He was handsome man. You would have to be blind as a bat not to notice that, but my attention was engaged elsewhere.

"I would if I wasn't already almost seeing your second lieutenant."

"Almost being the key word here. You're almost seeing Havoc, but not yet."

"Almost is close enough for me. And besides, all I've done today is answer phone calls from your girlfriends and you can't even keep track of them. I like a one woman man."

Just then, Jean walked in. I had a date with him tonight; this did not look good. He looked between me and Mustang and gave a deep frown. I jumped up smiling and walked over.

"Hey, Jean!"I said.

"Hi, Lena. Are you free for lunch?" he asked.

"Yes, let's go," I said and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the door.

"Bye, Mustang!" I called.

"Later, chief," Jean said.

I closed the door on Mustang's irritated face. I realized I was still holding his hand and dropped it. Jean and I walked in silence for a while. About half-way to the mess hall, Jean spoke up.

"The Colonel was a little close to you in there," he said.

"Yeah, he was trying to put the moves on me, but I turned him down," I said.

"Oh." He didn't sound surprised.

I looked up and felt my face heat up. "Well, yeah, but I mean, I like you a lot. And besides, I spent the entire morning answering phone calls from his girlfriends. That was pretty off putting."

We stopped outside of the mess and Jean looked at me with a serious expression. "So, you're not interested in Mustang, because he tends to steal my girlfriends."

"I'm your girlfriend?" I asked. I was surprised. I'd never really had a boyfriend before. I mean, I'd dated but it had never gotten very far. Maybe it was a little soon, but the thought of being Jean's girlfriend didn't freak me out.

"Do you want to be?" he looked a little flustered.

"Yeah, I'll be your girlfriend," I said with a huge smile on my face.

He smiled back, then he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I took a hold of his hand and we walked into the mess hall. This definitely made my week. I hadn't been on a date yet and I already had a boyfriend. I wonder how Cora's doing?

Cora's POV

As I burst through the trees, I imagined my screams could be heard by everyone within a fifty mile radius. Maybe that would alert someone to my whereabouts and they'd come and find me. Dare to dream. Looking behind me, I saw the bear-demon was beginning to gain on me. However, I managed to tap into my inner primate and grabbed onto a low hanging branch, swinging myself up into the tree. Three days. That was how long I'd been on nightmare island, as I'd come to call it. Teacher told me I had a month to figure out what "All is one and one is all" meant. How was I supposed to figure that out when I had a demonic bear chasing me all over the island?

I climbed as high up into the tree as I could. I situated myself in the arm of the tree and waited for the bear to get out from under the tree. When it didn't leave, I did something dumb, but I was out of ideas. I started pelting the rocks I had managed to store in my pockets at the bear. It looked up and started climbing after me. Then, I did something neither one of us was expecting. I took a cue from the flying tree squirrels and jumped off the tree branch. As I hurdled down, the eyes behind the mask widened considerably. As I made contact, there was simultaneous shrieking and we slammed onto the ground. I pulled off the mask and blinked. Then, my face went red and I punched him in the face.

"You ass! You've been terrorizing me for three days! What the hell is wrong with you?" I said. It was the guy from Teacher's butcher shop, Mason. He had a deer-in-the-headlights look. Good.

"I'm sorry! It was just my way of making sure you survived!"

"How is chasing me through the forest and hurling a meat cleavers at my head making sure I survive?"

"It gives you exercise?"

I popped him on the temple and got off of him. "If you're not going to help me out here, than go back to the shop. I have to live here for the next twenty-eight days and you're not helping."

"Who chased you to the rock pit to begin with? I've been guiding you in little ways all along. You've just been too freaked out to notice."

"Oh… well, thank you, Mason."

"You're welcome, Cora. I suppose, I should go back to the shop and let Mrs. Curtis know you're still alive and violent."

"Good bye, Mason."

"Good bye, Cora." He shot me a wide smile before stalking off through the forest, presumably to where his boat was.

I had one hunting knife and I started to cut down small tree branches and pulling off leaves to thatch a roof. It was still light out, so I decided to try to get some food. I found a long stick and sharpened the end. And I swear, if Mason comes back, I'll go Lord of the Flies on his ass. I rolled up my pants legs and went to the water, wading in. I stood still for a while, waiting for the fish to start swimming around. I started to spear. I missed the first few times before finally nailing one. After about two hours, I managed to get three fish. Cleaning them proved interesting. I got scales everywhere. There wasn't much meat on the fish to begin with. I would probably need to get over my queasiness and kill a rabbit. I grimaced at the thought, but a girl's gotta eat.

I curled up inside my tent. It was dark now as I looked out through the front. I looked at the stars. I couldn't remember the last time I'd ever really looked at the stars. The burned like sparklers. It was beautiful. I missed Lena. It looked like I wasn't going to be able to write to her like I thought. Hopefully she wouldn't be mad. She didn't lose her temper very often, but when she did it got ugly, which was difficult for her. The ugly part, that is. Lena was beautiful. I'm being biased because she's my best friend and I have no problem admitting it. In terms of looks, the only things we had in common were that we were both short and pale. Lena was taller than me but not by much. She was 5'3" with long bright blonde hair and dark green eyes. She wasn't popular in school because the other girls were jealous. She was prettier and smarter than they were. Lena may act scatterbrained but she had one of the highest GPAs at school.

Speaking of smart people, I missed Edward too. I don't why. Maybe it was the pretty hair and eyes. Maybe it was the bad attitude. Maybe it was the fact that he had taken the time to set me up with alchemy training. Maybe it was all three. But what I knew for certain was that I missed his scowling face almost as much as I missed Lena's smiling one. I couldn't wait to get back. Three days down. Twenty-eight to go.