vampgirl8: Sorry it took so long! Hopefully this'll make up for it. I'd had it mostly written, but...it got deleted on accident. I had to search out documents where I'd pasted individual chapters and retype a few. It sucked utterly.

Start Week Two-Morgan

Day One-Friday, January 5, 2008

I gave a small smile to myself as I read the last page of the book I'd brought to school that day, idly twirling a strand of newly brown hair with blonde highlights that brushed just past my shoulders. Technically it wasn't a book, per se, but a manga. Vampire Knight, volume one, to be exact.

I finished the page and flipped back to one of the previous, looking for a picture of my all time dream guy. Finding it, I sighed quietly. Zero. He was so handsome! And he had everything I'd ever wanted in a guy.

I shook my head ruefully. If only he were real.

"MORGAN!"

The shout from right next to my ear made me jump, and I swiveled around to look at the person who had most likely permanently damaged my eardrums. Cara stood there, an excited look on her dark face.

"What, Cara?" I asked, bracing myself for the sheer force of her peppiness.

"Come here! Come here! You have to see this!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me up, dragging me from Mr. Beers' classroom and into the hallway towards Mrs. Cline's room. I'd been about to head over there myself, but had wanted to finish the last few pages of my manga first. Class hadn't started yet this morning, and so people still milled about in the halls with last minute chit-chat.

Cara came to an abrupt halt to the side of the doorway, and I bumped into her. "Cara, what-?"

She cut me off with a an exasperated, "Shush!" then pushed me in front of her. "Look in there, and see for yourself!"

I rolled my eyes buy obliged, peeking my head around the doorframe to see what it was that had Cara so worked up.

The sight that met me made my jaw drop. Samantha, Sam, our Sam-chi, was sitting not at her desk reading, or leaning against the wall talking with Ariel, but resting on the lap of the school's newest student Hakuron, a furious red blush coloring her cheeks.

I blinked.

And blinked.

And blinked.

OH MY GOD! I screamed in my head. When did this happen?!

Something caught my attention from the corner of my eyes, and my gaze flickered over to it. It was Ariel, sitting in the desk next to Brandi-aka, Fluffy-, her back to the couple and shoulders shaking with a strained expression. Like she was trying to hold in laughter.

Now that I think about it, she probably was.

Ariel noticed me now, and raised one shaking hand to beckon me over. I came, moving slowly kneel on the floor between the desks Brandi and Ariel sat at. I looked over her shoulder to see if what I saw before was real or just some illusion on my part.

I regretted it.

Oh, it was real alright. But this time it was worse than before! Instead of just sitting on his lap, Hakuron was also whispering something to her, his lips brushing across the shell of her ear, making her face do a fair impersonation of a ripe tomato.

Eye twitching, I turned to look at the faces of Brandi, Ariel, and Cara, who had joined the group during my little spy session.

"So…," I started, "when did this happen?"

Ariel shook her head, not speaking. I looked at her questioningly, but Brandi answered. "She's afraid she'll start laughing if she opens her mouth." Oh. "But we think it became official last night. They've been like that since we got here, and they walked to school holding hands."

I gave her a wide-eyed look. "Seriously?" She nodded. "So Samantha got a boyfriend." I shook my head ruefully. "Wow. We probably shouldn't tease them about it too much, though."

A startled burst of laughter issued forth from Ariel's lips at that statement, showing to all just what she thought about this. Oh, she was going to tease Samantha to Hell and back for this. And none of us could stop her.

I wouldn't even try, I sighed. I actually value my life.

"We're going to kill him if he hurts her right?" Cara asked, adding in her friendly two cents worth to the conversation.

"Of course," Ariel waved a hand dismissively, a devilish glint in her eyes. We had no doubt just who would plan the massacre either. Before any of us could comment, a voice interrupted us.

"Of course what?"

We turned and found Samantha standing by the desks we were at, head cocked to the side curiously. Her voice sounded a bit nasal, like she was on the verge of catching a cold or already had a minor one.

"Nothing, nothing," I distracted, pulling her closer. "So, you and Hakuron, huh?"

She looked away and stuck her chin up like she was defying it. "Maybe."

I chuckled at her. "Really?"

She pursed her lips, and Ariel decided to take over. "Are you sure? Cause it looked like it over there. Or were you just playing musical chairs and only had one left, which he gracefully decided to share with you?"

She face-palmed and sighed. "Okay, okay. You got me."

Brandi smiled, but it quickly became a small frown when Samantha sniffled. "You okay, Sam?"

She nodded. "Yeah, just getting a bit of a cold."

Ariel narrowed her eyes. "Wasn't Hakuron home sick yesterday?" The group nodded, and I furrowed my brows. What was she getting at? "And didn't I say that you should give him strawberries at his house yesterday?" Another nod from us. "So yesterday you visited Hakuron at his house while he was sick and now today you come in magically sick as well?" She smiled evilly. "Seems like a pattern to me."

Samantha blushed again, seeming to understand what Ariel was getting at. It took us a few seconds longer to figure it out. I raced through the possible ways you could catch a cold from another person in my head, making a mental checklist. Sharing food and drinks. Being around that person for a prolonged period of time and breathing in the germs. Kissing. Exchange of bodily-

I stopped, going through the checklist one more time. No. It couldn't be. They'd been kissing! That was it! I doubted exchange of bodily fluids would be the right answer, since the Samantha I know would never let him do that to her so soon in a relationship, but kissing was definitely plausible.

I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding, gaping at Samantha. "You didn't-," she blushed, "-you did. Oh my god, Sam-chi."

She looked down, blinking at the suddenly fascinating floor. "Maybe I did…"

And that's when Ariel broke. She slammed her upper body onto the desk, pounding the top with her fist as she attempted to hold in frame-wracking laughter. "Yo-your face!" was all she managed to sputter out.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. In my head, I reminded myself why I hung out with these people-they were like seeing a circus side-show without having to pay.

The bell rang, and Cara and I made our way back homeroom. As attendance was taken, I found my mind drifting off. What would it be like, I wondered, if my knight in shining armor could come to sweep me away like that? If maybe I could be seen by a guy as a girlfriend and not just a friend? When would it be my turn?

Giving a dry laugh in the back of my throat, I quickly berated myself. No, something like that would never happen. I wasn't an eye catcher like Brooke-coughslutcough-or her friends-coughmoreslutscough-or anything like that.

No, I was just me. Semi-short, above the 'required in order to be considered sexy' number two jean size, and no makeup apparently made me 'undatable' to the male populace.

I closed my eyes, leaning my head upon my hand.

Yeah, nothing like that could ever happen to me.

"Morgan! Why don't you go pick out some stuff, okay? I'll meet you at the check-out in thirty minutes."

I nodded, walking down the aisle and smiling. "'Kay Dad!"

I was currently at the library with my Dad, who I liked to stay with on the weekends when I could. Unlike the guy my mother remarried, my step-dad, (Who my friends and I sometimes call 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' as we are Harry Potter fans, or simply Him.) whom I dislike to a great extent. He picks on me a lot, and I often feel as though he favors my brother over me; always making me the little brat's work and letting him slack off, just so I can get yelled at because he didn't do it. Then my bro doesn't even get in trouble when I explain!

I growled low in my throat, shaking my head rapidly to dispel any thoughts about Him. Right now I needed to just find a good book, sit back at his house, and relax.

I made my way to the adult romance section-one of my personal faves-and quickly scanned by author. I was hoping to find another book by an author Ariel'd gotten me into, Lynsay Sands.

As I searched, I was excited to find quite a few by her laying innocently on the shelves. Smiling, I reached up and pulled a few out, just as someone on the other side pulled a small pile out as well. Staring through the gap that had been created, I locked eyes with the other person, and suddenly all breath was torn from my lungs in one fells swoop.

His eyes were beautiful. Gorgeous. A light color, seeming to be a mixture of aqua blue, lilac purple, and bright quicksilver, all mixing into one amazing shade that had no name, and I was sure for the life of me no artist would ever be able to replicate.

We stared at each other for a moment, both of us seeming frozen in place, and then suddenly, it was over. He stood up, and the sound of his footsteps walking away alerted me to his departure.

I kept looking into the open space for about thirty seconds before I was able to tear my eyes away and breath again. Shaking my head to dispel muddled thoughts, I balanced my books in the crook of my arm and headed to he young adult's section.

Humming to myself, I decided a little rereading wouldn't hurt me any, and plucked a copy of the sixth Harry Potter book from the stand it'd been resting on. After this, I figured it was getting close enough to the thirty minute mark, and started toward the check out desk-

-only to collide into a strong, firm, muscular chest the second I turned the corner.

I prayed to God, grateful no one else appeared to be in the vicinity to witness my fall, and blushed as I picked up my now scattered books from my newly acquired position on the floor.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," I muttered to the person I'd bumped into, not looking up to see who it was.

Suddenly, a pale hand with long, beautiful fingers came into view, holding one of the books I'd dropped, and a smooth, velvety, masculine voice was whispering in a soft voice, "here."

Mouth unsurprisingly dry-as my saliva glands had apparently dried up at the extremely erotic sound emitting from this strangers mouth like a fish in the Sahara-I reached out grabbed the end of the novel being held out to me. My fingers brushed the youth's, and I looked up to stare into those same eyes that had the unnamable shade.

Now that I could see the features that went along them, I felt my stomach flip as it trained to join the gymnastics section of the Olympics.

Oh dear LORD! my mind screamed, squealing like a fangirl that had just touched her idol's chest. Is looking that good even LEGAL?!?

I couldn't help but agree. For this young man had a strong, narrowed jaw and soft looking lips, and legs so long it was obvious he could tower over me and my puny-self. His left ear bore three hoop earrings in the upmost cartilage, and his thin-but-too-thin frame was encased in a pair of dark black washed-out jeans, and a black turtleneck. Straight, silver hair (Not old person silver, mind you, but actual, god-given silver.) framed his face and was just long enough in the back to brush his shoulders.

If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up, my mind mused, unable to break eye contact with the quicksilver god kneeling before me.

"Hello?" he asked tonelessly, raising one elegant silver eyebrow at me. "Are you alright?"

Blinking rapidly, to dispel my daze, I replied, "Huh?"

Smooth, Morgan. The girls'd be proud.

His face remained stoic, but a glint of amusement shone in his eyes. "Are you alright?" he repeated.

"Oh!" I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. You?"

The corners of his lips twisted ever-so slightly. "Yes, I'm fine."

We both stood then, and when it seemed as though he might leave, I spouted the first thing my mind could come up with. Which ended up being, "WAIT!" and me grabbing onto his sleeve.

He raised that brow again, looking down at my hand gripping his arm, and said, "Yes?"

I licked suddenly dry lips, and stuttered, trying to think of some excuse to make his stay longer, "Uh, umm, uh…"

Luckily for me, a distraction came at that point. Two scantily clad girls-who obviously hadn't come to the library for books, if the plastic bound months old issues of Cosmo Girl in their hands were any clue-walked by, pausing upon spotting the young man with me.

Whispering eagerly, they pointed and shifted themselves just so to flaunt off their low-as-the-depth-of-the-Grand-Canyon necklines and shorts so short, as Ariel would say and had said before, they'd have to get a hair net if they got any shorter.

I peeked over at the guy next to me, watching his reaction, and expecting him to react to the older girls just as any other hormonal teenage boy would. Drool, panting, perverted leering, followed by more drool and much leg-humping.

Hey, no one said teenage boys were exactly sanitary, did they? As the old saying goes-men are dogs, but hormonal boys are like puppies smelling a bitch in heat for the first time.

To my surprise, however, his expression went from stoic, to narrowed to eyes, to blatantly annoyed. Until finally, he rounded on them and yelled, "WILL YOU SHUT UP?! Must I listen to you sluts everywhere I fucking go?! GOD! Put on some clothes, will you?"

The girls gasped, going red-faced, and quickly ran away, but not until we'd heard some patronizing 'shhh' noises from various areas of the library. I repressed the urge to burst into laughter.

As the boy turned back to me, shoulders heaving and face scowling, I was suddenly struck with a large dose of déjà vu.

Where have I seen a reaction like that from before, again? I asked myself, searching through memories for a possible match.

Before I could finish the search, the boy stuck his hand out to me after heaving one last calming breath, face settling back into a calm expression.

I stared at it for a second, then tentatively took it in my own. "Hi," I said, grinning, "my name's Morgan."

He nodded his head, smiling back. "Zero."

Bells went off in my head at the name. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! We have a winner!

VAMPIRE KNIGHT!

That's who he looks like! Zero from Vampire Knight! And they even shared the same name!

I didn't have time to speak to him further, unfortunately, before the sound of my Dad calling for me reached my ears. Giving Zero a sheepish smile, I rubbed the back of my head and started walking away backward at a slow pace.

"Sorry," I explained, "my Dad. I got to go."

He nodded. "See you around."

I chuckled, "Maybe," before turning away and checking out my things.

In the car in the driveway of the church, as we pulled away, I looked back in time to see Zero exiting with a bundle of books in his arms and walking to a sleek silver motorcycle.

Turning away once I was too far away to see him anymore, I turned back to look out the window.

Cute, funny, temperamental, a bad boy by looks of his ride, likes to read, and the living twin of one of my favorite bishies. What a find I've discovered. I groaned, banging my head against the glass of the window. Careful, Morgan. No need to get intrigued by this guy-remember, curiosity killed the cat.

As we drove further away, however, I couldn't help but grin as the ending to the saying floated through my mind.

And satisfaction brought him back again.

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