A/N: I had to do some slight editing to a chapter, to help with the story. Nothing big I promise, but if you want to take a look, go back and reread Chapter 4. You probably won't even notice the difference, unless you have photographic memory. :D

ChromeHearts on MCL did the lovely cover for this fanfic, her work is amazing!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot and my OCs.

~Chapter 7~

Aunt B had to go to work early the next day, so to avoid her worrying over how I was getting to school, I let her drop me off much earlier that day. I sat on a bench in the courtyard, since the indoors wasn't open yet, and pulled out my homework from yesterday. I had it all done, but going over my answers gave me something to do while I waited for others to show up. I wasn't aware of it at first, but I gradually felt a presence over my shoulder. Looking up, I came face to face with Milo. "Gah!" I shrieked jumping up. "You've gotta stop doing that!"

The dark haired boy blinked slowly, "Number 15 is wrong."

"What?"

"On your homework, you got number 15 wrong."

"Who cares about that?! Why are you here?"

"Well it is a school day isn't it?" Milo came around the bench and sat down. He patted the seat next to him and I reluctantly sat back down next to him, "It isn't like I had anything better to do. Anyways, I should be asking you the same question. You got here pretty early today."

I shrugged, "My Aunt had some things to do."

He blinked curiously, "So why didn't you just drive yourself?"

I scowled and reopened my binder to take a look at the supposedly wrong answer, "I don't have my driver's license." From the corner of my eye, I watched Milo stiffen a snicker, "Hey! It isn't funny!" I try to hit him with the binder, but it just passes through his stomach. "You try studier for the driver's test when you're always moving!"

"So then your family moves a lot."

"Just me, I get passed around a lot."

Milo frowned, "So then…. Your parents are dead?"

"Yeah, just my mom though. I don't know where my dad is."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." He rubbed the back of his head.

"It's fine." I laughed, "I see no problems explaining my life to a dead high school student." That got him to smile a bit. For a few minutes we sat in silence as I went over the problems. It turns out he was right about problem 15 and I grumbled under my breath as I got a pencil and redid the problem. "So what happened yesterday? When I bumped into Kentin, you just disappeared."

"I had better things to do then watch you fawn over some guy." Milo shrugged.

I felt my cheeks heat up, "I-I wasn't 'fawning' over him! That jerk nearly shocked to me to death and then he didn't even offer to help me back up! Who does that?!"

"Kentin isn't exactly your most chivalrous guy. And what do you mean by 'shocked'?" Milo questioned.

"Well… when I bumped into him, he kind of zapped me. It was like when you walked across a carpet in your socks and then you touch something, but it was more… intense." I tried to explain to him.

"Weird…"

"Yeah," I agreed. I looked up at him as he stood up, "Hey, where are you going?"

"I'm bored, so I'm gonna go and hang out on top of the roof until classes start."

"What? So you're going to leave me?!" I whined.

"Relax, someone's coming right now," He pointed to something over my shoulder and I turned to check it out. A pale blue convertible, with the hood up was pulling into the parking lot. Amber and Nathaniel got out.

"Those two aren't exactly on my list to get to know though," I turned back to Milo only to find that ghost boy was gone. "Hey! Get back here you jerk!"

"Morgan?" Nathaniel walked up to me, looking a bit concerned, "Are you okay?"

"Oh great, just what we needed," Amber sneered, "Another crazy talking to thin air."

"Knock it off Amber," Nathaniel said to his sister before looking back to me.

"Um…" I rubbed the back of my neck, "I'm fine, really."

"Well then, who were you talking to?"

"Uh… Myself?" Amber giggled behind her hand while Nathaniel blinked slowly. I thought I was literally going to die as I looked away.

Nathaniel tried to help me out, "That's fine. I talk to myself all the time."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it helps me to…. Organize my thoughts." He finished lamely.

Amber really was laughing now as I sighed, shaking my head, "That's nice."

The school president's cheeks tinged red, "I'm just… gonna go unlock the doors." He muttered, leaving me and Amber alone.

The leader of the Barbie Trio studied me for a moment, before taking her phone out, "Just so you know, my brother is nice to everybody, so don't think you're anything special because he attempted to help you out."

What?

"Hey!" Nathaniel called, "It's open."

"I'm going to stay out here and wait for Charlotte and Li to show up." Amber made a point to go and sit at a bench away from me as I stood up.

"Do you know how to get up to the roof?" I asked Nathaniel as I followed him in.

He frowned, "The roof is off limits to students. What do you want up there?"

"I thought I saw someone up there, so I was thinking of going to check it out." I lied.

"Someone's up there?" Nate's frown deepened, "That's probably Castiel. He somehow managed to get a key to the staircase that gets you up there, but I don't see how he got in here before I did, unless he got a key to the school building as well. I should probably go check it out."

"You don't have to do that!" I said quickly, "It was probably just my imagination, so I wouldn't worry about it."

"If you say so," He pointed down the hallway, "The staircase is at the very end, but like I said, you can't get up there without a key."

"Thanks." I said walking away.

…

Just like he said, the door to the staircase was locked. Sighing I leaned against it and folded my arms, "Milo, you jerk…" Now I had no one to talk to and no way to get to the ghost. I seriously doubted that he was going to show up anytime soon, so for the moment I was on my own. If Castiel were here, he could let me in. It occurred to me. However, I didn't know if the guy would willingly give me the key, especially when he wasn't supposed to have it himself.

I slid down the door and sat cross legged. For the following half hour, I counted the tiles on the ceiling and tried to estimate how many ceiling tiles there were in the entire school. Very mind boggling I assure you. I had just finished counting the tiles for the umpteenth time, when I heard footsteps approaching.

"Morgan?" I looked up to see a familiar head of orange hair.

"Iris!" I leapt up, "Am I glad to see you!"

"What are you doing over here all by yourself?" She asked, walking up to me.

"I got here a little early, so I didn't have anything to do…."

The girl smiled at me, "If you'd like, I'm supposed to meet Violette in the cafeteria to go over notes for English. You can come if you want."

I nodded eagerly, "I'd loved to." Anything except this. Forget Milo, I had an actual human being to talk to. I followed Iris back down the hall and into the cafeteria. I was ahead of Iris and the first to walk through the double doors…. And right into Kentin. "Ack!" I let out a yelp and jumped back. "I'm sorry!"

Kentin's green eyes narrowed and I gulped. Iris stopped next to me, "It was just an accident Kentin, right Morgan?" She smiled reassuringly at me.

"R-right,"

"Whatever," Kentin muttered pushing past us.

I huffed and crossed my arms, "That guy! Why is he so cold?"

Iris shrugged, "He's been like that ever since his little makeover. Use to, he was so nice and sweet, but after he got back from boot camp…. Well, I guess with a new style comes a new personality."

I frowned staring in the direction that Kentin went, "Still though, he's being very rude!"

"You'll get used to it," I jumped a little as Violette walked up behind us. "I think he does it, because he doesn't want to be put down again. Like Amber did to him before the change."

"Now that I think about it," Iris said, tapping her chin, "He asked a lot of girls out before the change, but they all turned him down."

Violette looked down at her feet, "I was one of them… But I didn't do it because he wasn't cute or anything!" She said quickly, "I just didn't like him like that."

"It isn't your fault for the way he acts Vivi," Iris comforted her friend.

"Being rejected is no excuse for the way he acts," I added.

A small smile crossed the purple haired girl's face, "I guess you're right."

I followed the girls across the room and over to our table. As we walked, I looked back over my shoulder and was surprised to see Milo. He was leaning against the door frame of the cafeteria watching me, I think. Just behind him, was Kentin. Once more, he looked at me, but instead of scowling again, he seemed… a bit troubled by something. "Morgan!" I looked back at Iris who blinked at me, "Are you going to sit or what?" She asked.

I looked back at Milo and Kentin, but the two were gone, "Yeah, I'm coming."