Disclaimer: \/\/\/

Callums POV:

I parked in Morgan's driveway and turned off the engine. It was the winter prom that Morgan ad been eager to go to, and I was going to take her. I slipped the little box into the inside pocket of my tux, and walked over to the porch. I rang the doorbell and Morgan's Mom opened the door.

"Hi Mrs Rowlands." I smiled at her, and she let me in.

"Hello, Callum. Morgan will be their shortly." She smiled at me as I stood waiting in the foyer, and then went into the kitchen. Mary K. came down the stairs.

"Hi, Cal." She grinned at me. I smiled back.

"Is Morgan there?" I asked

"Sure. She'll be here. I just think she's doing something to her hair." Mary K. pulled a face.

Just then, Morgan came down the stairs. I smiled at her. She looked beautiful.

"Hi." She smiled at me. "When did you come?"

"Just now. Coming?" I offered her my arm.

"Thank you." She took it, and Morgan's Mom came into the foyer.

"Be careful, okay?" she advised.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine." Morgan reassured her. I smiled softly, and led Morgan out the door.

When we were in the car, a silver Mercedes Benz, I took out the box and opened it.

"Morgan, am I supposed to give you this?" I asked.

She picked up the white lily orchard corsage. "White lilies! Oh, thank you!"

I grinned, "Figured you'd need one if you want to go the dance."

She smiled softly. "Thanks." Leaning over, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I kissed her back passionately, and then reluctantly pulled away. "Your Mom might see us."

"Oh, yeah. The Mom rule," She was flushing.

I smiled, and revved the engine. When we reached the parking lot of the school, silver BMWW drove up to the car. It was Morgan's friend, Bree.

"Hi, Morgan. What's up?" Bree rolled down the window, and I looked at Morgan. She was looking down, and her cheeks were red. I was surprised. Anger?

Finally, Morgan looked up, "Oh, hi Bree." She smiled, a little forcefully, and said to me, "Can you park in the empty space next to the blue Corolla?"

"Sure." I nodded, and parked where she had instructed me. When we reached the school entrance, Bree ran to catch up with us.

"There was a parking space right next to the car. You always park there, Morgan."

"Well, I forgot, I guess. The only space I saw is the space I went to." Morgan snapped.

Bree's eyes looked hooded and they flashed dangerously, and then the look was gone.

"Oh, well, just a misunderstanding." Bree smiled, and Morgan smiled, then they started to talk to each normally. It seemed as if the tension had dissipated, but it was still there, thrumming under the surface. I didn't know what was going on.

In the main hall, it was decked with red and white Christmas streamers, holly, and mistletoe. Bree's boyfriend, Matt something, came and went away with Bree. Morgan and I were left standing near the refreshments dance.

"Want to dance?" I offered.

"Sure." she smiled, and I led her to the dance floor. At that moment a slow number came up and I groaned. I couldn't dance to save my life.

I put my hand awkwardly around Morgan's waist, and the other around her neck, and started dancing. "So, what was up with up with Bree today?"

Morgan leaned her head on my shoulder. "Nothing. Really."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah." she insisted, and I left it at that.

After the song was over, Morgan excused herself to go to the restroom. I stood by the refreshments table talking to Robbie who had come by himself.

"Hi, Callum." I looked up. It was Bree.

"Oh, hi." I grinned at her, and she smiled back.

"So, how's the little town of Widows Vale for you?" she asked, leaning closer. I blinked. She was not doing what I think she was doing…

"Fine, especially that Morgan's with me." I said neutrally.

Her eyes flickered. "What do you see in her?"

"Excuse me?" My tone was as cold as here. She may be Morgan's friend, but Bree was treading on dangerous ground here. I looked around for Robbie, but he had gone to talk to someone that he knew.

"Morgan's a loner. She doesn't have many friends. So what do you see in her?" Bree asked, her tone full of annoyance.

"And you were supposed to be my best friend." I looked up. It was Morgan.

Bree plastered a smile onto her face. "Hi, honey! You okay?" she went over to Morgan, and put her arm through Morgan's.

"I was just testing Callum to see if he's a true boyfriend or if he goes after other girls." Bree said defensively.

Everyone had stopped what he or she was doing to watch.

Morgan laughed. "How pathetic." her tone was sneering.

Bree narrowed her eyes. "That's what best friends do."

Morgan raised her eyebrows. "Ever since you met him you've been after him. It was so obvious. There's no point lying."

"Why would I want him? I can get better boyfriends." Bree hissed, and Morgan laughed. I narrowed my eyes thoughtfully, noticing that no one was intervening.

"It's all about you, isn't it, Bree? You you you. You've had loads of guys but I've got one who's truly worth it. And you want him." Morgan turned away as if to walk out, then turned back for one last parting shot. "And Bree? Has it occurred to you that maybe the guy you want doesn't want you? Maybe you should ask."

As Morgan walked out the door, I looked at Bree.

"Excuse me. I have to go see my girlfriend to see if she's okay." I watched Bree's face take on a regretful, stricken expression, and then I walked out the door to find Morgan.

She was in the cemetery. The first place I had gone to find her.

"You're rather predictable, aren't you?" I asked.

She turned around and saw me. "Only to those who know me."

"Morgan, I never knew how she felt for me. Really." I insisted.

Morgan smiled sadly. "I know."

"Why was she so angry?" I sat on the tombstone and pulled Morgan onto my lap. She leaned against my chest.

"I don't know. It's so hard for me that she's acting like this. I think it's because all the guys in her life weren't really worth it, and the only guys I allowed in my life are ones who I could live with for the rest of my life. But – now I wouldn't exactly say that about what happened. And you Night Worlders have better looks than Bree's entire boy toys put together. She's jealous, I guess. And I don't want to break off our friendship. We've been together since years, and she's been through a hard time."

"Don't cry." I rocked her gently in my lap, stroking her hair soothingly. Morgan looked up at me, the tears welling up in her eyes, and I pulled her close to me, my heart acing for her.

"It catches up when I'm thinking about – him, and I remember -" Morgan broke off, and my throat burned with anger.

"Shhhhhh. just remember, I won't let him hurt you." I leaned down and looked at her, and she nodded.

I looked up and saw there was mistletoe overhead. "Make a wish."

Morgan looked up at the tree, and shut her eyes. I closed my eyes as well. I wish He dies, I thought, and the wind blew the wish away.