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Morgans POV:

I looked around, taking my hand from my face. Callum was standing next to me, and I saw that the sky was blue and the sun had come out.

I smiled. "Looks like the worlds not going to be destroyed, then."

Callum grinned, and I looked around to see Gabriel with Safiria.

Their heads were bowed close together, and I nudged Callum's elbow, making him look at me. I pointed towards Gabriel and Safiria.

"Don't they make a sweet couple? Oh, it would be wicked if they got married! Then I could be a bridesmaid." I whispered.

Callum looked at me as if I was crazy. "The don't really like each other."

"They're soulmates for sure." I couldn't keep a goofy grin off my face. What? I was just glad that I wasn't going to be dying anytime soon!

Callum grinned. "You'll never change, will you?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

The next several days, it was all cleaning and packing up and tending to the injured. It was hard work, but I was glad that I could at least put my skills to good use.

When I finally went back to Widow's Vale with Callum, the winter break was nearly over. Callum had been staying at a house that Thierry had bought years ago, and hadn't even been there a couple of times. My Mom didn't exactly like me going there, but she didn't mind, since I was known to be very responsible. Really.

The first day back to school, Bree came up to my locker. I stared at her coldly, wondering what she'd wanted. I'd talked to Robbie on the phone and he hadn't told me anything about Bree.

Bree looked nervous as she stood by my locker, not even looking at Callum who was standing next to me, leaning against the locker.

"Look, Morgan – I'm… sorry about last time. I promise I won't do it again. Can we just… move on?"

I shrugged. "Depends on how sincere you are."

Bree looked angry. "Look, I said I'm sorry, ok?"

Callum put his hand on my shoulder, warning me to keep my anger in check. I shrugged him off, facing Bree squarely. I didn't care that the whole hall had gone quiet.

"Are you really sorry, Bree? Or are you just going to do that to the next guy who wants to be with me who just happens to be gorgeous and you want him?"

Bree's eyes were smouldering. "You are such a bitch."

I started to walk away, and then turned to look at her. "The feeling's mutual."

The rest of the day I felt wound tight, trying not to come across Bree. I avoided my regular clique made up of the geeks, including Janice Yutoh.

Callum pulled me into a deserted classroom at lunch. "Are you okay?" he asked, his gold eyes looking worried.

I forced a laugh, and even to me I could tell it was fake. "Sure."

He frowned. "You're really wound up. Is it about Bree? Morgan, you're really letting her get to you."

I smiled, shaking my head. "You only know that because you felt it through the soulmate link. I've only known you for a month and you already know me. Even Bree doesn't know me that well."

Callum only grinned at my accusations. "I take full credit for that."

He pulled me into his lap, kissing me sweetly, and I ran my hands through his hair, floating away on a wave of happiness.

The door suddenly banged open, and Bree was standing there. She saw us, then turned sharply and walked away.

My euphoria vanished, and I sighed, feeling drained. It was so hard when my best friend couldn't even look at me.

The next couple of days it was the same, with no better results. At least I still had Callum with me. Since Robbie was both our friends, he made his duty to try and make us talk.

All the assignments I had, I usually did them with Bree or Robbie, but Robbie usually hung out with Bree since she didn't really want to hang out as much with her clique outside of school.

My Mom let me go to Callum's house on Saturday, and I knocked on the door, looking around when I came in.

The house was immense, with splashes of cream and brown. The living room was large, with a Plasma screen across one wall, several plush reclining couches, and a small glass table in the center, with a bowl of fruit in the middle. I was already thinking of ways how to make it more homely.

"I've never seen your house before." I stated, looking around.

"You've never come here before. Your Mom never lets you." Callum answered.

"Probably because she knows we'll be all alone, but she trusts me enough to let me go." I pointed out.

He grinned. "We are alone, aren't we?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Nuh-uh. Don't think about it."

Callum tried to look innocent, but failed. "I'm not going to ravish you."

I looked at him incredulously. "I wouldn't put it pass you."

"Fine. If I promise to keep my hands to myself, come and sit next to me." There was a gleam in his eyes.

I went over and sat next to him, tucking my legs up. "I can't wait to for the next episode of Buffy to come on."

Callum's eyebrows arched. "And that would be?"

I looked at him, shocked, then laughed. "Don't pull my leg! Come on, you must have heard of Buffy the Vampire Slayer?"

When Callum shook his head, I stared at him. "Do you watch anything? Movies, TV shows, dramas?"

Callum shrugged. "Nope."

"O-Kay," I racked my brain, trying to think of some books he must have heard of. "Have you read Charlotte's Web? At least, seen the play or played it on the computer?"

Callum shook his head. "No. I don't read… fiction books, watch plays or go on the computer."

"Ok." I faced him squarely. "You're telling me you've never read books, watched movies, shows, dramas, or played games just for fun in your entire life?"

Callum shook his head.

"Okay. I have a copy of Charlotte's Web at home, I can lend it to you, and we have to go to the movies sometimes, I can introduce you to Buffy and Angel, and-" I said, but just then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." I said. Walking through the living room, I reached the door in a few seconds, opening it to find a delivery guy on the front step. He held a red bouquet in his hand, which contained a bunch of sweet-smelling black roses. Someone had a twisted admirer.

"Flowers for Morgan Rowlands." The guy held out his form for me to sign, and I grabbed my pen from my pocket, scribbling on it hurriedly, all the while looking for a card.

When the delivery guy went back to his van, I noticed a black card tied to the thorns. Taking care not to prick myself, I extracted the card just as I heard Callum coming up behind me.

"What is it?" I heard him ask, but I was too involved in reading what was written on the piece of paper.

What I saw, in very familiar handwriting, made my blood freeze.

Keep me in mind.