YAY! Chapter seven! Enjoy.

Ethan pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called Rory.

"Hey, Ethan. What's up?"

Ethan glanced at the form of the girl sleeping on his couch. "So how'd your night go? With Raevyn, I mean. Any suspicious behavior?" he asked.

He could just feel the confused look on his friend's face. "What do you mean?"

He sighed. "She cast a spell on you, dude. She said she's not evil, but with witches, you can never be sure. I mean, who would've ever thought Stephanie was a witch?"

"On the way to her house, when I was finishing telling her about all our adventures, she said she always knew cheerleaders were evil anyway. But I still think they're hot."

"You're changing the subject," Ethan pointed out impatiently.

"Oh, right! No, I don't really think she's evil. A little weird, maybe, but probably not evil. She's actually not that bad. You guys should try hanging out with her sometime. She might be even geekier than us. She has a ton of cool video games, she absolutely loves Star Wars, and she plays dozens of MMORPG's. I didn't even know that girls knew what MMORPG's are! I mean, I knew girls probably played them, it's just that none of them live around here! She's like a technological goddess."

"And what if she's just trying to get on your good side and then sabotage you?"

"Well, she is that kind of person, but I don't really think she has a good reason to kill me."

"She said you're a selfish skirt-chaser," said Ethan.

"Oh, yeah…."

"Yeah. Just be careful. Either way, you should probably say sorry to her tomorrow, because it's partially your fault that she's over here sleeping on my couch."

"Well, you're the one that blew her door down."

"No I wasn't! Benny did that," Ethan replied. Rory hung up and Ethan took one last look at Raevyn. She almost looked peaceful when she was asleep.

Sighing, he disappeared up the stairs. He hoped Rory was right about her.

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Raevyn climbed over her windowsill and flopped onto her bed. Then she went over to the bookshelves and pulled out a large scrapbook. She flipped open to the first page, gently tracing the outlines of faces on her pictures.

She yelped as something smashed against her window. She ran over and opened it, jumping to the side as a figure tumbled into her room.

"Rory!" she whisper-yelled. "What are you doing here? Are you trying to wake up my parents?"

He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oops."

"What are you doing here?" she repeated. He sat down on the edge of her bed.

"Ethan said I had to apologize to you because it was partially my fault that you got in trouble."

Raevyn facepalmed and flopped down next to him. "You're all idiots."

Sitting up, she sat her scrapbook in her lap again. "What's that?" asked Rory.

"I filled it up with pictures of my friends."

She pointed people out to him. "That's me, Brittnie, and Tristen at the skating rink on Friday night," she said. The photograph showed her, a tall girl with shoulder-length brown hair with purple tips, and a grinning boy with light brown hair with bleached bangs. The girl was holding a can of Monster. "And see that boy, the tall one with the brown hair that's reaching over Brittnie's shoulder to steal our Monster? That's Dolan. He'd just gotten a haircut. I personally think he looks better with longer hair. And here's a picture with me, Brittnie, Dolan, and a guy named Andrew." She gestured to a picture, and Rory figured that Andrew must've been the guy with red hair. "We were walking home from school. Brittnie and I had decided a few days before then that we would never walk home without at least Dolan again, because people shouted… inappropriate things out of bus windows, and then this guy in the passenger seat of a small black car looked out his window at us and said, 'You want a ride?' It was so creepy."

She pointed to another one. She and two of her friends were in front of a movie theater at a giant outdoor mall. One of the girls had bright pink hair and was dressed in all black, and the other was blonde and wearing a pink jacket. "The one with the pink hair is Kyleigh, and the blonde one is Sophie. The only normal one. Well, Cynthia's not really like us either, but she's not really so different. She hangs out with us, anyway. It's hard to explain. And Lakshmi and Amelia are relatively normal, but they only hang out with me and Cynthia."

She flipped the page to show a picture of her and a girl with chin-length, wavy dark brown hair, and tan skin, wearing a panda tank top and blue shorts. They were standing in front of a roller coaster. "That's Cynthia. We were at the amusement park. It was really weird. See, we were walking into one of the buildings to go on this one ride, and there was a group of guys. As soon as we walked in, one of them that was sitting on the railing looked up from his phone, and he said, 'I like your pants.' And then they all started talking about my jeans."

"That's not creepy at all," Rory remarked sarcastically. Raevyn laughed and nodded.

Then she showed him a picture of her and a pale girl with blue-and-black hair. They were outside, laughing. They, and the random people around them, were dressed in red shirts and black shorts. "This one was taken during gym class. John stole my camera out of my bag. Anyway, the blue-haired one is Maire. I met her in first grade. Well, I met most of these people in elementary school, but she's the only one I can remember that's punched me in the face."

"She punched you in the face."

"Yep," answered Raevyn, as if punching your friends in the face is the most normal occurrence in the world.

"Well, why?"

"She thought I was someone else."

Next to that picture, there was a photo of her, Maire, Cynthia, and a pale girl with brunette hair and freckles, and one with dark skin and black hair past her waist. A short Asian boy had his head thrown back, cackling, and his hands in a sort of 'mad scientist' gesture. There was another, much taller Asian boy standing close by him, rolling his eyes.

"The girl with the freckles is Amelia, and then the one with the long black hair is Lakshmi."

"Why are you all dressed so weird?" asked Rory. They were all wearing black slacks, black shoes, and white shirts with red emblems on the chest that were tucked into their pants. "And who are those two guys?"

"We had a concert. We were all required to dress like that. Maire, Lakshmi, and I were in orchestra. Cynthia and Amelia were in band, and just came over to take the picture with us. Anyway, the guys, who were in orchestra, are Aidan and Mateo. The short one is Aidan. You know, I actually had a crush on each of them once. It was so weird, and especially since now I can't imagine myself with either one. I don't even know how or why they got in that picture."

"Oh, here's a few where I had a few preppy friends, and I went to one of their birthdays to stay the night at a resort. They were actually really sweet people. We just grew apart. Anyway, here's a picture where we woke up and ate some cold pizza, and then we got bored and started throwing crackers and sprayable cheese over the balcony of our suite. We tried throwing just crackers first, but it got boring watching them just smash against cars. So then we started throwing the cheese. But it only flew as far as the little stretch of grass right below us. So we decided to spray the cheese on the crackers and try to stick them to cars. We had to throw a lot harder, and a lot more carefully, because the cheese weighted down the crackers and would fall off if it turned upside-down during flight. But it was worth it to watch the crackers stick to windshields or leave cheese trails down the sides of the cars."

"So you're a vandal?"

She shrugged. "Hey, it washes off. And besides, it made the birds happy."

Raevyn flipped to the next page, ran her eyes over its contents for about half a second, and then lifted her hand to turn to the next page. Rory grabbed her wrist and looked over the things that were on the page. There were pictures of just one person. Next to the pictures sat a valentine and a wooden rose.

"What's all this?" he asked.

"Nothing!" she snapped. He crossed his arms, and she sighed.

"He was this one guy I really liked. And he liked me a lot, too. Ever since the fourth grade. He made me this valentine and he bought me this rose during a Valentine's Day event at the skating rink. But I blew it, okay? I completely blew it, and I haven't really liked another guy ever since. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Rory didn't really know what to say to that. So Raevyn flipped the page to show a photograph of a tall, palish girl with slightly frizzy short brown hair. Raevyn's shoulders slumped.

"Who's that?" Rory asked.

"Cheyenne," Raevyn answered softly. "She was one of my best friends. But she disappeared in seventh grade. Haven't seen her since. And no one knows what happened to her."

Someone knocked lightly on her door, which had been fixed with magic by one of the only Harry Potter spells that actually worked. And she'd tried all of them. "Raevyn, sweetie, are you in there?" her mother called quietly.

Her eyes widened. "Shit!" she whispered. "If my mom sees you in here, I'm dead!"

She started pushing him toward the window. "Hey, wait! I—"

Raevyn growled, seeing how he was reluctant to jump out the window and leave her alone, and then shoved him under her bed.

She ran over and unlocked her door. Her mother walked in.

"So… where did you go last night, Ariana?" she asked awkwardly. Raevyn crossed her arms. Rory raised an unseen eyebrow, curious of what she might say.

"That blonde kid and I went and drank for a few hours, and then we went and had sex in the forest and fell asleep naked on his buddy's kitchen table."

Said blonde kid's mouth fell open. He listened to his new friend's mother sigh.

"I know your father can be a bit harsh sometimes, but he's only trying to protect you."

"Then maybe he could listen to me for once! You never trust me with anything! You're always so controlling. Maybe I wouldn't be like this if you would let me live my life. You took away every friend I ever had, and now it's like you don't even want me to make new ones!"

Her mother sighed again and left the room. Raevyn ran over and locked her door, then grabbed a notebook off the shelf and started scribbling down every foul thought and feeling she had bubbling up inside of her. Slowly, as if the girl sitting on the ground were a bomb just waiting to go off, Rory crawled out from underneath the bed. He placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Just go," she snapped.

"I just—"

"Please, just go. Before one of us does something we'll end up regretting."

Rory's hand recoiled, as if her words had burned him. Backing away, he opened the window and jumped out.

Raevyn's grip tightened around her pencil. "Be good to yourself, Rory," she whispered. "Because sometimes, you're all you've got."

Ah, the end of chapter seven. I hope you enjoyed it. Review and tell me what you think! Because I'm having trouble with how to continue this story. Has that ever happened to you? Where you're writing a story, and you know where you're going, but you're not really sure how to get there? So, if you guys have any ideas to help me out, then tell me, please! It would be greatly appreciated. Also, if any of you read or write for the Generator Rex fandom, could you give me some ideas for a new story or write one of your own? I've been trying to think of good, fresh ideas for a GR story, but I'm having trouble. That fandom's just been so stale and boring and slow lately. Anyway, thankee for reading and good day to you all!