Hey guys! (Sorry for all the email notifications- I kept trying to edit something and it just wouldn't let me!) So for a little while I kind of thought of just giving up on this story (which is why it took so long to update) but after a very convincing argument from The Brain of Ivane i've decided to NOT be like the show, and just cancel on whatever fans I have, but rather write another chapter and see how it goes. (btw everyone should go read her fanfic on the nine lives right NOW because it's seriously one of the best ones out there in my opinion) Anyway, in honor of the 30th chapter, I give you four POVs and a startling plot twist. enjoy!

Alek POV

When I get to school, I'm slammed with a wall of noise. It's like someone lit the high school population on fire, and they're all abuzz, swarming like bees about to sting. It's just so loud. I turn to one of my human friends, Grant, and punch him lightly on his arm. He turns, looking annoyed. "What?" he asks, and I realize I've pulled him away from some girl pressed up against his locker. She appears frustrated too at first, but then she sees me. After her eyes scan me quickly up and down, a sick smile purses on her lips and her eyelashes go into a spastic flutter. Disgusted, I turn back to Grant.

"Do you hear that?" I ask, barely able to hear myself.

"Hear what?" he asks impatiently, twitching to get back to the girl.

"Never mind," I mutter, turning away and heading down the hallway.

My Mai senses are going crazy, making everything sound louder than it actually is. I've got to get a hold of myself. Just as I'm spinning the dial on my locker, someone taps me on the shoulder.

"What is it, Jasmine?" I ask tightly, remembering our little spat the night before.

"Have you seen Chloe?" she questions, voice laced with concern and anxiety.

I spin the dial and pull the door open, scanning the shelf for something I can't place and eventually give up, turning to her. I'm about to say it isn't my job, but it so clearly is that I feel the humor will be lost on her.

"No," I retort simply and grab a random textbook, "and I don't quite plan on it either."

Her eyebrows furrow, lips set in a slight frown.

"I know you don't mean that," she says, her tone pure disappointment.

Dear Bastet, she reminds me too much of her mother sometimes. With a heavy, aching heart I push my locker door closed, and with a click that deafens my sensitive ears, I begin to walk away.

"Alek!" she calls from behind me. "We need to find-" but that's the last thing I hear her say, as I slip on a pair of soundproof headphones.

We don't need to find anyone. Chloe has to start finding herself. As of last night, she made her choice perfectly clear, and as of today she's going to start feeling those consequences.

Grandmother POV

Who the bloody hell is Jessie? Mrs. Rezza wants to know, as she flings her hot cup of tea across the room. It hits the opposite wall and the shards of glass explode onto the marble floor, glittering dangerously. Isn't Brian in love with Chloe King? Hadn't Olivia done everything in her power to separate King from that British cat boy? She runs her tired fingers aching with fibromyalgia through her crisp red hair, and slams her phone down on the table. My, their relationship had moved fast if the girl was already on Brian's answering machine...

She realizes that she hasn't heard from Brian in a while, and she's beginning to wonder what kind of lies his father has told him. Or even, what kind of lies Simone has told her son. Perhaps Simone herself believes she's dead, which would be convenient. Olivia will reveal herself when the time is right, and the advantage is in her favor. Until then though, it's important to find out what kind of role this Jessie plays, and who Olivia would really be harming by trying to separate the two Mai love birds.

Olivia glares at the broken glass, frustrated. There was something in her grandson's eyes as he introduced her to the Uniter. Something that breathed love. She couldn't chase that feeling away, even in the depths of her slumber. That look haunted her and painfully reminded her of the same expression her late husband used to give her. Love like that doesn't disappear overnight, so what had changed to cause Brian to act in this erratic, unexplainable behavior?

Brian POV

This is wrong, I think for what seems to be the ninth time today. Jessie's head is on my shoulder and my arm is resting around her. We're sitting at the bus stop where Chloe should have walked by to get to work, but never did.

"This is wrong." I say out loud. Tenth.

"Would you stop worrying?" Jessie hisses in a tone that I have to admit, worries me. "There's nothing wrong with you dating someone else," she adds in a reasonable voice.

"But we aren't dating-" I try to say.

"No one else knows that," she responds in a sickly sweet voice, and every inch of me is aching to pull away. But I can't. Because we have a deal. "Blonde," she says briskly. "Six o clock. Pucker up."

I barely have time to recover from the nausea before her lips are pressed against mine. As soon as she pulls away I look all around me to try to get a glimpse of Chloe. Jessie rolls her eyes, annoyed. "Stop it. You look pathetic. Besides, it was a false alarm."

I sink a little farther into the bench and begin to wonder if the prize is going to be worth this heavy price. I can't help but hear that little voice whisper, nothing is worth this.

Chloe POV (rewind to that morning)

My alarm is blaring but I ignore it. I can't hit the snooze button again, or it'll give up on me and I'll never get to school. After a few minutes, my mother comes in and hits me with a painful light. I see red from behind my closed eyelids and let out a moan, yanking my pillow out from under my head to cover my sensitive eyes. "I cant." I say simply from under the muffling cloth. "Not today." I hear her take the few steps needed to get to my bed, and feel her gently easing the pillow away from my head. I feel her hand against my cheek, soft and soothing and something cold is pressed against my temple. What? My eyes fly open to see a woman with red hair and a malicious grin on her wolflike face, and soon realize that against my forehead is a gun, and her finger is resting on the trigger. "Sweet dreams, Chloe King," she says softly, and then there's a click and a boom, and all is pain and darkness.

Good gosh, so many questions! What, you don't see them? Alright, fine. I'll point them out for you then. What happens to Chloe? How many lives does she lose? What did Krissy tell Alek that would render him speechless? What is Olivia Rezza planning on doing? What the heck is going on between Brian and Giggles- I mean Jessie? What's their "deal"? Have you read The Brain of Ivane's story yet? (the answer to the last one should be YES) Should I keep writing? Also please don't let my possible cancelation stop you from leaving a review on the actual story.. I wan't to hear why you like it, not just that you do. Have a great day!