"Drake." the girl said, again. This time, it was a demand, rather than a question.

Drake flinched, and turned to face her. The girl with sky blue eyes, and hair that was somehow blonde, brown, and red all at the same time. She stared down at him, from behind her glasses.

"Yes?" he asked.

Ashlyn sat down, next to him. "I've been hearing rumors that you're... infatuated with Megan Harlow. Are these true?"

Drake wanted to smile. It was so like Ashlyn to use big words, that most people wouldn't think of to describe a situation, but somehow, always seemed to fit perfectly. But, he couldn't.

"Of course not."

Ashlyn raised an eyebrow. "I've seen her with your gray jacket on. The one that you always wear."

Drake had to look away, to hide his blush. If Ashlyn thought that his intrests had changed... well, maybe that wouldn't change anything between them. But, for as long as they'd known eachother, it had always been her that he'd liked. It would be a bit weird, all of a sudden if he liked another girl, and didn't hate Pierce for having Ashlyn.

"Well, wouldn't that have been the gentlemanly thing to do? Did you see the outfit she was wearing? She had to have been freezing in this weather!"

Ashlyn's brow was still raised. "It's almost 90 degrees out, Drake. If anything, she's probably sweating in that jacket. I want the truth out of you, and I want it now."

Drake made his eyes go wide, and hope that surprise was in them. He wasn't supposed to know that Megan was a witch, that much, he knew. "I don't feel anything towards her. I mean, she is a goreous girl-anyone could see that-but, I'm not infatuated with her, or anything." he smirked a bit at the infatuated part.

Sighing, Ashlyn put a hand on his shoulder. He had to focus to keep from noticing how he could feel the warmth of her hand through his shirt. "I'm not mad that you didn't tell me." she whispered. And Drake knew that. Ashlyn was so... innocent. She couldn't hold a grudge for anything. "But, I do want you to stay away from her."

Drake's eyes went wide. Was she jealous? Of course, she couldn't be, since she had a soulmate she was head over heals in love with, but, one could dream...

Ashlyn got up, again, turning to go sit with her friends, Ellyn, and Bri. But, she glanced around her shoulder, one last time. "She's a bad girl to be hanging around with." Drake already knew the secret message behind her words. 'She's a witch.'

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Megan tapped her fingers against her elbow, impatiently, as she waited for Ria to get out of class. Skipping classes were nothing unusual for her. She did it all the time. But, it wasn't just for the hell of it-never just for the hell of it. She'd only known that was a witch for about a year, now, and still couldn't control her powers to the max. She'd lose control whenever she got stressed, which always happened in Math and Science, so she decided that it was just for the best that she didn't go.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder. She whirrled around to see Ashlyn glaring at her.

"What?" Megan asked in 'I-couldn't-care-less' tone.

"I wanna know what you're doing with Drake." Ashlyn growled, tightening her hold on Megan's arm.

"Nothing."

"Oh, don't give me that crap!" she cried. "You're wearing his favorite jacket! I wanna know what you did to him! He doesn't just let people borrow his stuff just for the heck of it! Tell me what you did to him!"

Megan raised an eyebrow, at the brunette. "Why do you care? You have a soulmate of your own, you can't care what he does."

"I can, because he's my friend."

"Since when?"

"Just tell me."

Megan sighed, then smiled. "You mean, he really didn't tell you?" Ashlyn gave her an annoyed look that said 'Would I be asking if he did?' Megan sighed, again. "Well, it isn't something I did to him. I have no control over it, neither does he, or anyon else for that matter."

"Just tell me what's wrong with him."

Megan yanked her arm out of Ashlyn's grasp, and turned. "You're so smart, why don't you figure it out for yourself?"

She smirked as she walked out of the school. So, Drake hadn't told Ashlyn about them being soulmates? Hm... this could get interesting...

~NWNWNWNWNWNWNWNW

Drake's cellphone started to vibrate, in his pocket, towards the end of Reading class. He fished it out, and looked down to see a text message from Ashlyn.

Meet by the football field after class. it read It's important.

Drake raised an eyebrow at the text, before quickly closing it, and going back to his book. But, he couldn't focus on the words. What could be so important for Ashlyn to tell him to miss class? She was against all that, being the huge goody-goody she was.

When the bell finally rung, he picked up his stuff, and quickly snuck out the door in the basement science area. It was the farthest away from the football field, but it was the only door without cameras.

Ashlyn was waiting by the toolshed, hidden from view of the gym class that was currently out there, when he arrived. She looked as if she were fuming, which was weird because, like I said-she never held a grudge.

"What?" he whispered, coming up beside her.

Ashlyn looked back at him, from watching the 6th graders dribbling soccerballs around the track. Her blue eyes were hard, as she stared up at him, and her voice was clipped.

"I know why you're hanging out with Megan."