Considering the fact that there are barely any stories in this category, which means that my story isn't going to be all that popular, I am surprised to see that I got 4 reviews. I wasn't expecting any. Hmm. Maybe I'll get some more reviews in the next chapter. I am so excited, because I haven't written a story that is not Twilight-related in a very long time. Well chapter two is waiting for you so go ahead and read it!

Chapter two

I woke up a few seconds before the radio alarm clock came to life. The heart shaking beat of Bayside wrenched me from my pillows. Groaning I climbed over the sheets, which were twisted around my legs and pushed my fist against the snooze button. I rubbed my hand through my hair and lowered myself where I was. Flesh against flesh. I couldn't go back to sleep. I had a class in two hours. I groaned again, turning my head so my lips were pressed against his warm skin. He stirred and then is hand slid up my back and into hair.

"I'm tired…" I moaned, looking at him. His eyes were half closed, but staring at me. He turned his head to look at the clock.

"You've got time." Owen pulled me up so that I was on top of him. He pushed my hair back and his lips found the skin below my ear. I closed my eyes. His lips pressed against mine and I could feel his entire body heat up. I took short breaths between kisses.

He made my heart stop every time. I pressed my body harder against him, and felt him. I slid both my hands through his hair, holding his head. I lifted my head up to look down at him.

"Shall we try and beat the record?" I grinned slyly. His eyebrows came together and his mouth opened slightly. I could see his tongue contemplating my question. It was so cute that I had to say hello, so I lowered my mouth against his. His teeth bit the tip of my tongue, and I smiled. I could feel his whole chest rumble and then he twisted me onto the mattress beside him, rolling with me. I wrapped my arms around him and gave in.

I made it to my class right on time. There were barely any seats left. Some blonde was in my seat at the bottom of the Hall, so I inched my way through a few people and into one of the only seats—at the back. I sat down and pulled my laptop out of my bag, setting it up on the table in front of me. I let out a deep breath and then waited for the professor to begin. She was at the bottom of the Hall, going through her notes. This was one of my favorite classes, so I always put it upon myself to sit at the front, but this time Owen had side tracked me. Okay, I had let him. But still. The class was English Literature. I loved the subject because I loved the idea of someone somewhere other than myself, actually wanting to put feelings into words.

My whole life, it was always hard for me to tell someone that I was left out. I could never go up to my sisters and tell them that I was angry at them for not asking me to come with them shopping, or that I had really wanted them to be at my birthday party. It was amazing how stories never changed. Unlike my own life that was always changing. Each person got what they wanted out of that image. But with 

terms and grammar, there was only one way to look at Literature: as art. Each person saw it differently, but when you got to the skeleton of it all, you could only see it one way.

The class went by too fast, and I was surprised to see Professor Mills dismiss the class. Looking around me, I stood up and packed my things together. I caught glimpses of people as they walked by. They all looked as if they were relieved, finally able to get out of… well, everything. I smiled despite myself and made my way out of the lecture hall. I walked down the crowded hallway, squeezing myself between students.

I met Clarke in the front grounds, sitting up against a tree. She smiled when she saw me and I sat down beside her, pulling a box of raisins out of my bag.

"How was your night?" She asked plainly, watching people as they walked into the building.

"Good. Yours?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled.

"Good as well."

My phone vibrated from my pocket and I checked the caller display. I waited for it to ring one more time before I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi! How about lunch?"

I frowned and looked at my phone for a second.

"I'd love to, but you're kind of hundreds of miles away." I was slightly confused. Kristin always liked to tease me, and then there were times when she didn't. Sometimes it just scared me. I could hear her smile when she said,

"That's too bad. I guess I'll just have to take Whitney on my own."

Okay now I was just blank. I heard her laugh. "Turn around, Annabel." I glanced over my shoulder and saw her. I couldn't help but let out a small shriek, much to Clarke's dismay when she winced. I jumped up, closing my phone and dropping it on my bag before running towards my sister. I hugged her tight; almost checking is she was really here. She grinned when she saw my face.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just came for a visit. Wanted to see my sisters." She laughed at my face. "It's true!"

"Uh huh. I told her she was full of shit too." Whitney said from beside her. I laughed.

"I don't care! I'm just so glad you're here."

"So. Lunch? When's your next class?"



"At two. We've got plenty of time." I smiled. "Oh!" I turned around and made my way back to Clarke. She was watching me. I opened my mouth to talk to her.

"It's okay. You can go." She said. I picked up my bag.

"I hope you didn't eat yet, because you're coming." I said to her, holding my hand out to help her out. She looked behind me.

"Hello." Clarke said.

"Hi, Clarke." Kristin's warm voice said. "You coming."

"Yea. I guess." She smiled sheepishly. I helped her up, and we made our way across campus. Kristin wrapped her hand around my fingers as we walked. I looked at her and she just smiled.

"Guess what?" She said to us.

"Huh?" Whitney said.

"I'm getting married!"