A/N: Lot's of interesting stuff happens in this chapter, including the introduction of two very important people…

~Chapter 4~

Kim makes a path easily through the crowded hallways. People just seemed to jump out of her way as she strutted by. I made sure to stay close to her, as the masses closed in again as soon as she was passed, "Let me explain to you how things work around here." Kim glanced over her shoulder at me, "This is a game of survival. Eat or be eaten. I know that it sounds cliché, but it's the truth. In this school you have to pick a side." She nodded at the significant groups, huddled together, "If you don't, you're what we would call a loner, and that is not a very good position to be in."

"Right, so what are the groups then?" I was trying to keep pace with her, but for one of her long strides I had to take two, and I was quickly running out of breath. Hey, it's not like I wasn't in shape, but seriously, this chick moved fast.

Kim shook her short choppy black hair, "I'll tell ya later, but I will give you one piece of advice… You know that blonde chick that was sitting a couple of seats behind you? That's Amber. Stay away from her."

"I got that already, Iris already warned me about her anyways." I nearly collided into her as she stopped suddenly, "She got a little upset with me, because I took her seat."

"Yeah, Amber is pretty territorial." Kim laughed, "She thinks that she's running this school but that's not true. There's another underground Queen here…"

"Oh really? And who would that be?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Kim smirked and pointed at herself, "That would be me, Amber doesn't know this, but I have the majority of the student body on my side, however most of them are to cowardly too admit it."

"So what?" I tilt my head, "Do you plan on knocking Amber off of her pedestal?"

"Soon, I just need a few more followers. So what do you say? Care to join the cause?"

I thought about it for a moment, "I'd rather not get caught up in school drama…"

"Sorry hun, no way to avoid that," Kim sighed, "You'll see soon enough. Anyways, we're here." Kim pointed to the door behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and peer into the classroom. The room was empty except for the teacher, writing something across the blackboard. "What are you waiting for?" Kim scoffed and gave me a shove, "You're blocking the path!"

I yelped as I was forcedly shoved into the classroom. The teacher blinked curiously at me, before going back to writing whatever he was. Kim grabbed my arm and dragged me to the back of the classroom. "You can sit right there." She gestured to the desk in the very back corner, taking the seat next to it, "We pretty much have this area to ourselves."

This was true. As more students trickled in, they sat closer to the front or thedoor. Only a few came to sit around us. A silver haired boy walked in and sat in front of my desk. Kim grinned and leaned over tapping him on the shoulder, "Morning Lys, wrote any good songs lately?"

"Perhaps." The boy pulled a rather worn notebook out of his bag and set it on his desk. "But you'll have to wait to hear them at our next concert."

Kim pretends to look hurt, "What? I can't even take a little peek? Aw, you're no fun!"

I blinked, "A concert? Are you a part of a band?"

The boy turns to look at me and I get a close up look of his green and yellow eyes, "Yes, although it's just me and a guitar player right now…" He studies me closely, "I don't think I've seen you before… Who are you?"

"This," Kim slung her arm around my shoulder, "Is Morgan. I'm trying to recruit her for the cause, you know, my 'Bring Amber to her Knees' plan."

"Right," The boy turned back around in his seat, "Have fun with that."

"That's Lysander," Kim told me, "He's a bit… odd, but not a bad guy. At least he isn't head over heels for the Barbie trio in this school."

I smiled a little at the nickname as the tardy bell rings. It seemed that this class period was going to be uneventful, or so I thought. Just as the teacher began his lecture on long dead guys, a boy walks into class. He has shaggy black hair and thick glasses, looking a bit on the frail side. The teacher ignored him as he walked down the aisle in our direction, I was a little surprised by this, since I figured he would at least get a warning for being late, that is, until he stopped in front of my desk. He glanced dully down at me, "You're in my seat." He said dully.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no! This can't be happening to me! Not now! I looked up at him, "Beat it." I hissed at him, as quietly as I could manage. Not quiet enough, "is something wrong?" Kim looked curiously at me as Lysander turned around in his seat.

"Were you talking to me?"

Eyes wide with embarrassment and cheeks turning a faint red color, I shake my head, "U-uh no! Of course not."

"Hey," The curly haired boy poked me in the head, "Didn't you hear me? I said you're in my seat."

Go away! I silently begged. Of course, ghosts can't read minds. By this time the teacher had taken note of what was going on in the back, "Is there something wrong?"

"Not at all," I stand up quickly, "I, er, just need to use the bathroom!"

The teacher looks irritated as a couple of students giggle, "But class just started-"

I hurried towards the door, "I'm sorry but this is an emergency!"

"Morgan?" Kim called after me, but I was already out the door. I take off down the hallway, not caring if anyone saw me, and hurried into the bathroom. Thankfully it was empty. I entered a stall and leaned against it, clutching my head, Crap, why does every school have to have a ghost?

"Hey." I look up to see the black haired boy, peering over the wall, in the next stall over, "What are you doing in there."

I stare at him for a moment, before I start yelling, "You perv! What if I was really using the bathroom?!"

"But you aren't." He pointed out.

"S-so? Ugh, just what are you doing in here anyways?!"

"I wanted to talk," The boy walked through, yes, through the wall to stand in front of me. It was rather cramped in the stall with him there, even if he wasn't technically there. "So you can see me?"

I rolled my eyes, "Well obviously, I'm talking to you aren't I?"

The boy nods, "Yes, I suppose you are… You're the new girl right? A lot of people have been talking about you."

"Do you normally listen in on other people's conversation? I'm not sure that they would appreciate that."

"It's not like that matters, they can't see me anyways." He cocks his head, "So how can you do it? How can you see me?"

I shrugged, "Beats me. Maybe I'm not right in the head. Maybe you're not even there. Maybe I'm just imagining you because I'm crazy."

"Oh trust me, I'm real enough." The boy smirked, "I'm Milo, by the way. Milo Summet." He holds his hand out for me to shake.

I reach out to take it but my hand simply passes through. My eyebrow twitched as he chuckled, "Har, har, very funny. I'm Morgan Rivers."

"I know," Milo smirked proudly, "I was in the Student Council room when you were there."

"You were?" I frowned, "How come I didn't see you?"

"Because I didn't want you to," He said simply, "I could sense that you were different from the others, so I made sure that I was disguised, even in the spiritual world. Basically, I split myself into tiny molecule sized pieces and hovered in the air over your heads."

"I didn't know ghosts can do that." Guess I wasn't as all-knowing about them as I thought.

"I've never met another ghost, so I can't compare my powers to theirs, but I've had a lot of practice," Milo explained.

"So how long have you been… you know, out of commission?" I find it strange that I still have trouble saying that word out loud sometimes.

He counts back on his fingers, "About 5 years or so…"

"Five years?" I stare at him in shock, "Why haven't you moved on?"

This time it was his turn to shrug, "Guess I'm not ready for whatever is on the other side…Have always been able to see us?"

I nod, "Yeah ever since I was a little kid."

"Must've been scary for you…"

"Not really, I wasn't exactly a normal little girl when I was growing up," I let out a bitter laugh, "Unlike everyone else, I wasn't afraid of monsters under my bed. I considered them to be my only friends…"

I heard footsteps approach the bathroom and both of us are quiet until the sound fades away. I sigh, running a hand through my hair, "I need to go back."

"That's another reason why I wanted to talk." Milo folded his arms, "You're gonna have to find another seat."

"Not this again!" I groaned, "Look, you're a spirit now, you don't have to sit down to rest. Why does it matter anyways?"

"It's my seat." He said firmly, "I sat there even when I was alive, and I've never moved."

"But I just need it for one class," I pointed out, "Can't you just lend it to me for that much time?"

"Sorry, but I have my own schedule to follow."

"What?" I stare at him in a shock, "Don't tell me that you're still going around like a normal student would!"

"And why not?" Milo blinked, "I'm not hurting anyone. I just simply follow the schedule I had from when I was alive."

"Don't you grow tired of learning the same things?"

"Not really…"

"You must get bored easily."

"No…"

I frown, "You're a very dull person then."

"…Perhaps."

I through my hands up, huffing, "Fine, you win! You can have your seat back, I'll just find another…."

For the first time Milo smiled, "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled throwing the lock on the door open. I walk out of the bathroom and checked the clock. Fifteen minutes had passed, "I better get back before he sends someone to find me."

"I doubt he would," Milo walks, or floats as I should say, beside me, "In the years that I've known him, Mr. Dulpree has a tendency to forget about his students and drone on about whatever topic he's on. He's been known to put half the class to sleep in a matter of minutes."

"Great," I sighed, "And I suck at history too. I don't suppose you would know a good tutor?"

"You're looking at one."

"That's stupid, why would I get lessons from-" I hadn't been watching where I was going and collided with something solid and warm.

"Hey watch it!"[/