A/N: So I have revealed one secret for Joe's side, one for Glenn's side. That leaves Wayne and James left. I'm going to save James for last, so everyone get ready for some Wayne-centered surprises… :)

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Chapter 15:

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Beatrice ate her lunch quietly with her girl friends, so very tired of Wayne's mouth that she was willing to give up spending time with the other boys just to get away from him. She had found that Glenn's new girl, Rosie, was a real sweetheart, and Evelyn was always good for some deep conversation. The other girls at the table, a girl named Meredith Slater and another girl named Sherry Snider, were less than enjoyable conversationalists, since their topics always seemed to drift to the subject of boys. Nevertheless, it was nice to have some time talking with people of her own gender, and have a break from the norm.

"Oh, goodness," Sherry squeaked. "Beatrice, you will not guess who is looking your way right this minute!"

"Oh, God," Meredith crooned. "I think I can just die right now."

Beatrice followed their line of sight to the table of Covenants.

"Murder me first," she mumbled with disappointment. Could she ever just get a day away from the boys and all things concerned with them? Wayne noticed their staring and waved their way. Sherry sighed with pleasure.

"He is such a dream," she swooned.

Beatrice rolled her eyes as she stirred the beans on her plate without interest in eating them.

"A nightmare to some," Beatrice grumbled some more.

"Oh, com'on, Bee," Evelyn argued. "Even I have to admit, the boy is off the charts."

"Fine, okay," Beatrice caved. "I'll admit it. He may be an asshole, but sure—the boy is beautiful. Not just a little bit, I know. He's downright gorgeous, no denying it. Happy?"

Beatrice was a little confused at the shock on the girl's faces, then she realized their eyes were directed elsewhere.

"Well, I always did think I was kinda cute…" Beatrice heard Wayne say from behind her. Sherry giggled.

"Well, if it isn't my own personal hell," Beatrice griped some more, at once gathering her things to vacate the premise as soon as physically possible.

"Thanks for the chat, girls," she said, then got up and left.

"Yes," Wayne tipped an invisible hat to the girls. "Thanks for the chat… I'll call you…"

Wayne promptly followed Beatrice's trail.

"She is so lucky," Sherry breathed. The other girls didn't argue.

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Beatrice looked to the left, and then to the right. The hallway was clear.

She had lost him.

Sighing in relief, she sat down on a nearby bench to finish her lunch in peace. But as she opened her mouth to take a large bite of her burger, she heard his voice again.

"You know," he said as-a-matter-of-factly, leaning casually against a nearby locker as if he had been waiting for her. She noticed his eyes were black with Using. "Anytime I wanted to, could just wind up a big ball of lust, like the one I have here," he showed her a faint yellow glow in the palm of his hand, and encompassed it into a spherical form. "And simply blast you with it, making you fall madly in love with me on spot and be begging me to have my way with you until kingdom come."

Beatrice said nothing for a moment, just glared with hostility. Wayne waited patiently for her answer.

"You wouldn't…" she stated in warning.

"I could," Wayne insisted, tossing the ball a bit in his hand. "It would sadly be a bit anticlimactic, though… But don't think I haven't been tempted by it."

"That's no surprise."

"Even a small dose…" Wayne went on, bringing the ball threateningly close to her face. "Could make you crazy."

"Like I said," Beatrice repeated. "You wouldn't. I know this, because I know you. You'd get no pleasure out of it… because it would be cheating."

"Too true," Wayne admitted, his eyes returning to normal. He squished the glowing sphere in his fist, making it dissipate. "You know your opponent well."

Beatrice gathered her things once more and stormed off down the hall, Wayne close at her heels.

"Go away!" she snapped at him as she stomped off indignantly.

"Com'on, Bee," Wayne pleaded. "We've been at this little 'runaround' of ours for years… Why can't you give me one date?"

"Because that's all you would need," Beatrice said, stopping and getting in Wayne's face.

"Again, very true," Wayne agreed. "It would only take one and then you'd stalk me even more than you do now. Then I'll never be able to get rid of you. Sheesh, Bee! Stop being so obsessed over me— why can't you just leave me alone?"

He was joking, of course, but Beatrice wasn't laughing.

"God, I can't stand you!" she burst out. "You're so evil, and cocky, and arrogant, and superficial, and so damn determined, and just stinking horrible!"

"Oh, you want me…" Wayne replied quickly.

"Get this through your head, Wayne!" Beatrice was practically shouting now. "I hate you! I always have hated you, and I always will hate you! I… HATE… YOU!"

Wayne grinned broadly.

"No, you don't. You want me."

Beatrice put her hand in his face.

"I hate you, Wayne."

"You love me."

"HATE… YOU."

"You can't get enough of me."

"I hate you!

"You like it when I follow you around, you like it when I hit on you, you get jealous when I'm with other girls, because you are completely and utterly fallen for me."

Beatrice shut her mouth.

"Tell me that's not true," Wayne said like a dare, stepping closer to her. "Go ahead!"

Beatrice shook her head and stepped back, not liking that he was advancing on her.

"Wayne…" she began harshly, but didn't finish.

Wayne's smile was getting bigger now.

"Tell me you hate me," Wayne commanded, just as Beatrice's back hit a wall.

"I hate you," she stated firmly.

Wayne smiled wider.

"Tell me again."

Beatrice's eyes softened, and she realized all too quickly that her anger was rapidly diminishing.

"I hate you," she said gently, as Wayne leaned in for a kiss.

"What was that?" Wayne asked again, closing the space between them.

"I…" Beatrice breathed.

He was dangerously close now.

"Hate…"

His hot breath was on her mouth, and she opened her own slightly, inviting him in.

"You…" she barely had time to say before he seized her face and pressed his lips hard on hers. And the best part of it was… she let him.

Wayne pressed his entire self against her, kissing her like he would never get to kiss anyone ever again. His practiced skill was obvious, but she could sense he was trying hard to hold back from taking it too far, too fast. He was trying to keep it slow, to savor every moment like gold. It was something that made her smile. She deepened the kiss in reply, letting him know that he need not be so careful with her, but rather venture wherever he may.

Just as they wrapped their arms around each other, they heard something that made them both freeze.

"Aww, isn't this cute…" said a sultry voice behind them. The sound of stiletto heels hitting the floor rang in their ears, as Wayne slowly disconnected his mouth from Beatrice's— very unwillingly.

Beatrice gathered he recognized the voice, because he let out a few disgruntled curses before turning around to face the woman.

"Desiree," he grumbled. "What are you doing here?"

Desiree looked Beatrice over with disapproval.

"And who aren't you doing?" the gorgeous woman laughed. "Up to your same old tricks, I see. But I must say, your standards have significantly lowered."

Beatrice decided then that she didn't like Desiree.

She knew her relation to Damien, but she had to admit she never knew the history between her and Wayne. Perhaps she should have… The lady was trouble; she could already sense that. Who wouldn't be dangerous, with looks like that? Her hair was perfect, her skin was perfect, her face was beautiful and her body was to die for. Beatrice would hate her for simply not having a flaw in sight, if it hadn't been for her horrible personality that added to the list as well.

"Desiree," Wayne said rather pleadingly, which aroused surprise in Beatrice. "Could we maybe talk later?"

"Oh, I don't think so," Desiree said in a voice smoother than silk. She took a walk around Wayne, as if inspecting him thoroughly. "You know how I've missed you so… And I think it's about time you came home… "

"He doesn't seem like he wants to go," Beatrice countered, folding her arms defiantly.

Desiree's eyes were flaming in an instant, as she whipped her head to the woman who dared challenge her.

"And who are you to say what he wants? You're just his latest whore."

"Excuse me?" Beatrice spat out. She looked to Wayne, who usually would not let anyone breathe a word of insult to her, but was now staying quiet and looking elsewhere with distress in his eyes. Beatrice's mouth dropped at his gall to let a remark like that go uncountered. Did that mean it was true?

"Listen, sister," Beatrice stepped up to Desiree's face. "I don't know who you think you are…"

"Oh, I'm sure you don't," Desiree agreed. She looked at Wayne fondly. "Wayne's so very sly when it comes to his women. He would rather a little thing like me go unmentioned."

"Desi, please," Wayne was begging her now. "Let's do this somewhere else…"

"The lady has a right to know, sweetie, so she doesn't have to waste any more time with you…"

"Desi, don't… please…" Wayne downright begged now.

"Alright, fine," Desiree finally agreed. "We'll go have a more… personal heart-to-heart somewhere else."

"Thank you," Wayne said with a loud, relieved sigh, heading in the direction of his dorm without her.

But before Desiree followed, she turned back to Beatrice.

"I hope you enjoyed kissing my husband…"

Beatrice's heart stopped, and so did her breathing. Her mouth went dry, and her stomach flipped over inside her. The sky might as well have crashed down upon her head.

She looked to Wayne, who had stopped in his tracks halfway down the hall. Ever so slowly, he turned his eyes to look at Beatrice, his defeated face telling her he wished he could say a thousand things to explain it all away, but seemed otherwise unable.

"Buh-bye," Desiree shot at Beatrice, then waved with all of her fingers as she caught up with Wayne down the hall, linking her arm in his and leading him away.

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Okay, after I wrote this, I totally thought: Who else thinks this is such a 'Gray's Anatomy' moment? Anyway… please review.
Signed,
--RedRogue