Hello people! How are you guys?

I'm currently sick. I have a high fever of 102 (O.O I accidently wrote '1002' at first... o_o..).

But, I suppose that means more time inside which equals more writing! So thats good for you guys I suppose. Anyway, I hope you like the chapter, I wrote this in one setting so sorry if it sucks, my muse is running a little low :P.

Kayla didn't understand.

Why couldn't Cassie see him?

"Miss North and Miss Collins, should I wait for you two to finish, or shall we get on with class." Mr. Hammock said, stepping in front of the two desks and looking at each of them with the same amount of disproval.

"I don't like him." Said Lucifer, making a slight ticking sound, he was still sitting at the desk beside Kayla, the chair now pushed out giving him enough room for him to prop his feet on top the desk.

At least he was making himself comfortable.

Not that that's a good thing…

Kayla kept her mouth shut the rest of the class, Lucifer continued to talk though, distracting her from her newest assignment over algebra.

"Need help?" Lucifer asked, taking his feet off the desk and peering over to see what problem she was on.

'Whats the price? Let me guess- my soul.' Kayla thought, smiling slightly to herself.

Kayla just continued on working it out, trying her best to tune out the almost constant sound of him talking.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang.

Kayla jumped up from her seat, grabbing her math book, trapping the assignment between two pages and all but bolted out of the class room.

The rest of the day went like that, only during lunch did Kayla actually start talking back to the hallucination that her crazy mind brewed up.

They were in the girls bathroom, Kayla was going to make a snide comment about him being in the bathroom but thought against it.

Kayla was facing the mirror, she had done a quick check to make sure nobody else was in the bathroom and was more than ready to finally receive some answers.

"Why can't anyone else see you?" Was her first question, Lucifer was standing behind Kayla, both staring at each other in the mirror, Lucifer sending warm, comforting looks while Kayla was sending him ice cold daggers.

"Because I don't want them to see me." Lucifer answered nonchalantly, as if he was used to talking to her, comfortable being with her in other words.

That's reassuring.

"So then why can I see you?" Kayla sounded confused; she didn't understand any of this.

She would be lying if she said that she wasn't in the least bit scared right now.

"Because you are special, Kayla. You were made for me." Lucifer's voice sounded sincere, but then again, he was the father of all lies, Kayla tried to find some explanation, some comfort in this situation, the only solution was to claim he was lying.

"Contrary to popular belief, I don't lie." Lucifer gave a small sad smile as he remembered saying those same words to his current vessel, Nick.

Kayla shook off the fact that he had just read her mind and came up with a new solution, the only one that actually made sense in this situation.

"You're not real. You don't exist; you're just a figment of my imagination."Kayla tried to reason with herself, looking down into the sink; repeating the words again and again.

Lucifer reached out, feeling bad for Kayla, he placed his hand on her shoulder all but expecting her to flinch away and wasn't surprised when she did, instantly recoling against the touch and shaking his hand off.

Lucifer pulled his hand back, sighing and mentally beating up himself for making his mate believe she was crazy, he wanted to just pull her in his arms and never let go, to wrap his wings around her and protect her from all harm.

Lucifer wanted Kayla to truly be his.

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Well, I personally liked writing this chapter. Caring Luci is fun to write! :D.

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