A/N: Alright, my parents are gone for the weekend and won't be back until Monday night so I'm free to use the laptop. BTW, this is the last part of Zane and Angel in high school, next I might do Kai and Jayleene in high school or Cole and April, either way I'm gonna' end up doing all the ninja in high school anyway.

Short Story #1: Zane and Angel in high school, Part 3

A month later, it was all still happening; secrets, from friends and family of both teens. Why the hell couldn't everyone just accept it?

Angel lay on her bed, staring up at the roof. Her adoptive parents were yelling again while her little adoptive brothers cried and screamed. She turned on her stereo and blasted "Fight by The Dirty Youths" only to drown out the sounds.

"TURN THAT MUSIC OFF!" her adoptive father yelled, suddenly kicking at her door and startling her. Angel turned the stereo off but still shook. He had hit her before and there was no doubt that he would do it if she didn't obey. 'I gotta' get out of here…' she thought, looking over at her open bedroom window. She looked out and down. The roof of the garage was just below her window and since she snuck out a lot the ladder was set in place.

Angel climbed out and hung onto her window sill for a short moment. She soon let go and landed on the roof with a light thud sound, but it wasn't loud enough for her parents to hear. The night was cold, making her wish she had gotten her jacket before leaving, but she just wanted to leave. She climbed down the ladder quickly, and bolted.

Her neighborhood at night was a complete danger zone. Drug dealers, gangs, and prostitutes roamed the streets freely and occasionally there would be a gun shot. She felt unsafe, especially without her pocket knife which she had given to Zane.

The cold night breeze would take a shot at her poorly dressed body every few minutes, making her shiver. Where the hell was she going anyway? Why hadn't she taken her motorcycle?

Ugh, she had been in such a rush that she forgot.

Angel sighed and continued to walk aimlessly among the streets. She just needed to think…But her mind kept trailing right back to Zane. Using him to get good grades turned into love that couldn't be shown…Karma was a bitch.

Zane…

Since when was studying History so difficult? He was usually so focused on his work, but strange, "mature" thoughts of Angel kept flying right back into his mind, blocking out the work. Plus his sixth sense was nagging at him to drop his books. Eventually, Zane closed his textbook and got up from his work desk.

He pulled his Samsung out of his pocket and dialed Angel's number.

"Yeah?" she answered, her voice shaking slightly.

"Are you alright?" he asked immediately. "You sound shaken."

She let out a sigh. "I snuck out my house and forgot my jacket."

Zane didn't even think before speaking. "Come to my house." He offered. "My father is asleep."

He heard her go silent for a minute. "You sure?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered, nodding.

"Okay…" she finally said, ending the call. He didn't even have to say where he lived, almost everyone in town knew about Dr. Julien and his son; the perfect small family. And for a boy without a mother, Zane turned out well-behaved, besides the fact that he had a secret relationship with the town's punk.

…

Angel stood at the gates of the large mansion, waiting. A few minutes later, Zane walked out the front door, closing it lightly behind him. He walked up to the gates and slid a key inside the lock and turned. There was a small beep and a green light flashed before the gate was allowed to open.

He put the key back inside his pocket and took her cold, pale hand gently. "Hey," she said. "You sure this is okay?"

"Yes, it is fine," he answered, walking her back to his home.

Inside the clean smelling mansion was a well-lit main room with two clean white couches and a flat screen at the center. Angel hadn't seen things that nice in person, only in magazines or on TV. She suddenly felt challenged, the boy was perfect and never bragged about it, but she was…What exactly was she?

Zane pulled on her hand, gaining her attention again. "Do you want something?" he asked, gesturing over to the kitchen which was down the hall.

"No, thanks," she shook her head.

He nodded and led her up the stairs. If they stayed downstairs, there was too much of a risk of his father waking up and seeing them in the living room.

Once in his room, Zane locked the door to ensure his father wouldn't come in to check on him. Angel sighed and sat on his bed. "Zane…Do you think this secret stuff is right?" she asked, hanging her head down.

"What do you mean?" he sat beside her.

"You know…I don't feel like hiding this stuff anymore…"

"Neither do I, but our friends and family…"

She looked up at him. "No, your family, mine doesn't give a fuck about what I do." She said harshly.

Zane put his arms around her. "Is that why you ran off in the middle of the night?" he asked gently. She nodded and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Zane do you love me?" she asked, her voice was slightly muffled by his shirt.

He hugged her tighter. "I do love you…"

Slowly, Angel opened her eyes and looked up at Zane. His soft, cold blue eyes looked down at her dark purple. The gap between their lips began to close until their lips met.

She reached up and tangled her fingers in his blonde hair like she always did and held his head in place. They pulled apart slightly while she still gripped his white pajama top. She pulled him down on top of her, making a blush rise in his cheeks. "Zane, I love you…" she kissed him again.

He drew his head back slightly. "I love you too." He whispered.

…

When Angel woke up, her eyes shot around the room quickly. Everything was white and clean, and it smelt like sweet honey. Her body felt good, but her lips were numb. This wasn't her room, where-

She stopped thinking when she felt something wrapped around her stomach and hugging her from behind. She realized she was lying in a bed…

She shifted slightly and then smiled. She had spent the night with Zane. As she lay beside him, she studied his sleeping body. He seemed so much cuter than when he was awake, the small innocent smile that stuck since he lost it to her that night, the light pink blush that remained from every time she kissed him and a small purple spot on his neck which of course came from her.

It was a Thursday which meant they had to get to school, but she didn't want to. Lying in bed with him was nice and peaceful, but she'd have to get home, change, and get her motorcycle all without her adoptive parents finding out. Angel sighed quietly and kissed him on the forehead before unraveling his arms from around her.

Just then, Zane's eyes opened. He blinked at the sudden light coming into vision, but smiled when he saw Angel looking around for her jeans.

She was in her dark purple graphic tee and her light pink underwear. 'And I thought she hated pink…' he thought to himself, sitting up. Angel finally spotted her dark blue jeans and slipped into them.

Now where were her boots? As if reading her mind, Zane said; "Your shoes are in the corner." He ended up making her jump.

Angel turned around and smiled. "Hey," she walked over and sat down beside him. Her soft hand brushed his cheek, making a warm blush rise in his cheeks.

Zane sat up as she got back to her feet and picked up her boots. He got out of bed and opened his wardrobe. He picked a plain white tee shirt and blue jeans for himself, but then glanced over to Angel's pocket knife which rested on his night stand.

After she dressed, Angel ran her fingers through her hair which was slightly frizzed from the night before. Suddenly, two arms wrapped around her stomach and pulled her close to a cooling body. Zane nuzzled her neck, making her giggle lightly.

But a knock at the door scared them both. "Zane? Zane are you awake?" Dr. Julien's voice asked. "You have to go to school, son."

Angel bit her lip and looked to Zane who simply smiled. "Do you want to meet him?" he said in a low voice.

"No!" she whispered harshly. "Not the time…" she managed to escape his grip, but planted one more kiss on his lips. "See you at school." Angel walked over to his bedroom window, opened it and climbed out carefully.

"Yes, father?" Zane opened his bedroom door.

"Zane, why are you still in your room? You have school in half an hour."

The teen nodded. "Of course…I must've…Eh…Overslept…" he lied, well only half-lied. Technically he did oversleep, just with Angel in his arms.

…

Angel ended up going to school late, but she managed to sneak into her classes without being noticed. At lunch, she followed Zane to the table he sat at with his friends. When they sat down, Kai, Jay, Cole and Lloyd all raised their brows. "'Sup," she smirked.

"What the fuck is this?" Kai asked, gesturing between Zane and Angel.

"It's called dating." She rolled her eyes.

Zane smiled. "Yes, she is my girlfriend."

After their friend said that, all four boys stared, wide eyed. "Got anything to say?" Angel asked.

"Besides; this is fucked up because you two are from different crowds and plus your families will never get along…" Jay said. "No, I've got nothing to say."

"Good, because I'm not going anywhere, he's my boyfriend and if you don't like it well…Bye." She waved.

The boys simply blinked and froze. What was the use fighting anymore? It was like when Kai kept objecting to Jay dating his sister, eventually he had to accept it. "And uh, how long has this been happening?" Cole asked.

"'Bout a month," she said casually. "You don't know it, but you guys are completely clueless."

Zane reached over and grabbed her hand, smiling at his friends. Then Marceline, who was sitting across the cafeteria, saw this. Her best friend leaned over and kissed Zane Julien on the cheek!

No. Way. She got up and rushed over to the table. "Angel? Dude, what are you doing?" she asked. "Do I need to beat sense into you again, girl?"

Angel sighed. "No,"

"Are you drunk?"

"No,"

"Well did you fall on your head?!"

Angel shook her head and leaned forward to whisper in her friend's ear. "If you let this go, I'll hook you up with Tony Maxx." She then gestured to the Maxx teenager sitting with his sister; Scarlet across the room.

He was tapping his drumsticks on the table in a fast beat while everyone at the table sang and bopped their head. Marceline bit her lip, he was so cool and chill… "Ugh, fine…" she sighed.

Angel ended up laughing at her friend being such a hypocrite about dating someone from a different crowd. She sighed as Marceline sat down next to her brother at the table. Everything seemed okay…She leaned on Zane who let go of her hand and threw his arm over her shoulder. She snuggled in his arms comfortably.

A/N: 'K, that's it. No more parts for this short story.