A/N: So I'm pretty proud of myself, this is my second update in like a week, WOOT! ^.^ I'm trying to update all of my stories and type out my first one-shot, so wish me luck. I would also need a beta. I'm still shocked that no ones called me out on all my typos by now, I really am an awful typer . Sorry about what a cliff-hanger that last chapter was, but I just had to end it like that. Though don't fret my loves, I will expand at some point in the story about all the things you've missed, once my computer stops giving me writers block. . Oh and if you haven't guessed by now, whenever you read about Ez's thoughts, most are being written in her journal entries. Figured I'd mention that since the prologue mentions a journal but the rest of the story doesn't clearly. Eventually I plan on adding at least one journal entry, and if it goes over well enough I may write out her full journal in a new story. :) Anyway I'll shush up now and get back to the story, after two quick notes. The first being a shout out: Thanks y'all, to everyone who has read, commented, and added this story to their story alerts/favourites! You guys have made this almost my most popular story! :D
And second, as always, I must include my little disclaimer. Kelley Armstrong owns Darkest Powers, I don't, nor am I claiming any ownership, except for my original plots and characters. Ez is completely a figment of my imagination, as was my little cat-girl. And any future persons I may choose to add. ;) And now to the story, enjoy!:D

Chapter 6

So when I last went to sleep, Chloe and Derek were on a date, planned by yours truly, and boy, let me tell you! Chloe was redder then a tomato this morning when Tori and I cornered her. To be honest I'm not sure which was more extreme, the over-whelming satisfaction I felt, upon seeing her blush, or the colour red she turned when she blushed. I think it might have be a draw.

Of course little Saint Chloe didn't want to 'kiss and tell', as the little saying goes, but she did say all they did was talk. I had to role my eyes at that, leave it to Chloe to take things at a snail pace. I mean the least they could have done would be at least to shake hands good night or hug or something!

"Chole! Ez set you up on a perfect date and you can't even shake the guy's hand or hug him or ANYTHING?" Tori was practically as red as Chloe, except her colouration was from nearly screaming at Chloe out of frustration. It would have been mildly amusing if Tori's hands hadn't started sparking. Can you say 'Oops'?

"Tor, chill. Chloe can take it as slow as she wants, but seriously Hun, if you like the boy, don't shut him out. I don't know much about wolves, or were-wolves but I do know that both have an animal side." with that last comment I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, eliciting a deeper blush.

"I r-re-realize that I-I ca-can't keep h-him-" she paused for a second and her voice dropped an octave,"I ca-can't k-keep him c-ce-celibate, for ever, b-but.." she dropped the rest of the sentence.

Dang I thought she'd gotten over her stutter already, but I guess I spoke too soon. And gosh, if the girl thinks 'celibate' is a dirty word, then she's never been to public school. Tori giggled, of course, she always laughed at the idea. She never was the mature one in Life Ed. classes. I rolled my eyes, then shushed the other two girls.

"Someones coming!" I whisper-shouted, and we all took off running to our rooms giggling all the way from the kitchen. Have I motioned how weird and good it felt to have a cliche friendship like this? Where girls can get together and talk till three am about boys and dating and anything else under the Sun, giggling the whole time? Being an outcast you don't have that all that much. It feels kind of good and silly at the same time.

Wondering who the kitchen pow-wow intruder was? Well so were we. It was a guy who entered but no one seemed to know who on Earth he was. Neither Chloe or Tori had seen him around before, so I decided it was time to do some reconnaissance. It was a hobby of mine back when I was younger. I used to go around spying on the house-hold. It annoyed my mother, but everyone else thought it was just the cutest darn thing. Needless to say, my skills got a little too good.

First, I started to whisper to the girls. "Okay so here's what were going to do, I'm going to play a 'busy-bee', flitting in and out of rooms, cleaning, cooking, ect. ect. Chloe you're going to go find the boys and ask them if they know anything, use everything you've got to get information outta them. Bat your eyes, whatever, just find out what you can, and Tori, you know what to do. Just like at the picnic, you're my catalyst. Everyone clear?"

They both nodded and I steeled myself for the pain I'd be in later. With all the cleaning and scurrying I planned on doing, my back would be killing me, at the minimum. Quietly we all changed into outfits we deemed aprepos for our characters. Chloe wore her best dark was jeans, and one of my low-cut tops, Tori wore her best 'deliquent' outfit, being ripped jeans, a baggy tee-shirt and sweatshirt, and I wore simply cleaning clothes. Derek will love me if Chloe trips and falls forward, I grinned and we went our separate ways without another word.

First, Tori and I walked to the kitchen. Neither of us had eaten breakfast so it was an excellent place to start. Of course we would both have to make our own breakfasts, mine being some microwave hot pockets, and Tori some cereal and milk. Being my lovely catalyst, Tori made a huge mess of the kitchen with her breakfast. It wasn't really necessary, since our Mr. Tall, Dark and Stranger, had left she could have left without the kitchen-tornado, but once Tor got into a character, there was no half-way with her. I sighed and set to work cleaning, after I finished munching on my meal.

Next we moved to the den, Tori watching t.v., and me dusting. Andrew may not be happy with us if he finds out we were spying, but there's no way he'll deny that he's happy the house is getting cleaned. There was literally like a full quarter inch of dust on the book shelves, alone. I finished cleaning that room too with no sign of our mysterious new-comer.

Tori and I methodically went room, by room, through the entire house, her making messes in random rooms, me scurrying around cleaning and intermintently cracking my back. Tori winced every time she heard my back pop loudly, she hated when people could do weird contortions like double joints and cracking joints.

Finally at the last room, I had finished cleaning so I put down my bucket of supplies and started over into a backbend with my hands on the lower of my back to make it all pop. I leaned back and my eyes widened in shock. There he was in the flesh, Mr. Unknown. He smiled smugly as the sound of my back cracking reverberated in the room.

"You're going to get yourself in a lot of trouble one day, young lady if you keep that up." a smooth voice said in a mocking tone.

So this is how he was going to play it? Well, now sir, you've just met a pyro and she's gonna make this fire a lot bigger! As they say, when you fight fire with fire, you only get a bigger fire.

I simply grinned lightly and straightened up. Without bothering to turn to face him I said coquettishly "Oh how so?"

He tilted his head to the sie "Well for starters, your back's already bothering you as it is, no? Keep cracking it like that and you'll be bed-ridden with the next ten years."

I turned to face him and amped up my smile "Tell me something I don't know already, love. I get bored easily."

He smirked inwardly "I see, well then, I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that you're not a little girl anymore. Bend over like that in front of the wrong man and you'll go from young lady to full-blown women a lot sooner then you want to."

At that I blanched and he smiled smugly. Who did this dude think he was, insinuating crap like that! I hoped Derek heard all this and was planning on kicking his sorry butt later. It'd be his karma calling.

He chuckled darkly and continued smoothly, "What? No smart remark, dear me, tsk tsk. I thought you were more fun then that little girl."

If he was trying to get a reaction out of me, he was doing a bang-up job of it. Of course I wasn't going to let him win this little verbal challenge, so I pasted a smirk on my face and replied calmly "Well, gee gosh mister, you sure do know how to turn a gal red."

I knew somehow he'd catch the double meaning of my words. Like a great man once said, 'hell hath no fury like a women scorned.' and boy, was I scorned. Scratch that, I wasn't scorned. Being scorned implies being hurt or angered over something that happened in the past, right now I was just severely annoyed with what was going on in the present.

This time he chuckled genuinely. Guess I have a job as a stand-up comedian to fall back on. "Well now, this has been fun, sweetheart, but I must dash. Have a few other ladies to-what was it you said? Turn 'em 'red?'"

With that he stalked off and I had to turn around to avoid racing after him and punching him right where it hurt. As he was leaving he shouted over his shoulder, "About your back love, if it gets to bad, come to my room and I can work out those knots for you."

I gawked and he left smiling.