AN: It's taken me too long to update this story and I'm very sorry for that. I haven't been feeling that well mentally or emotionally for a very long time and I'm trying to fight through it and get back to normal. But hopefully I can get back into the groove of things so that I can finish this story, Bucket List and Obsession which will be updated soon. Now this chapter is setting the stage for more things to come between Alana and Logan, Alana and Mercedes, James and Mercedes and so on. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Alana sighed softly as she gently rested her head on Carlos' chest, feeling perfectly at ease knowing that for the moment the two of them were alone. She twisted her fingers with his tightly, as the boy she was leaning against gently kissed the top of her head, and then against the nape of her neck causing a tiny shiver to rush down her spine.

"Carlos," she whispered, her eyelids fluttering as his fingers left hers and began to wander down her thighs.

"You're so perfect," he breathed in response, his right hand squeezing her thigh tenderly.

"Carlos…I-I, I'm not ready for that," she almost squeaked, managing to move his hand from the area of her body that quickly began to flush with heat.

He looked at her perplexed at first, but his eyes widened in immediate understanding; his tan cheeks flushed in embarrassment, his hands twisted together, his brown eyes focusing on his lap to avoid eye contact while a thin veil of tension rose between them.

"S-Sorry Aly…" he stuttered biting his as he looked up to her innocently. "I-I didn't mean to scare you or anything."

"It's okay, I just get a little scared when boys try to touch me like that," she explained with a soft smile while taking his hands into her own.

'Pfft, it's not like you wouldn't have liked it,' Chelsea sneered perversely into her ear causing her to flinch inwardly.

"Oh, well we can still cuddle right?" he asked hopefully, his brown eyes looking to her sweetly.

She grinned at him and pulled him in for a kiss. "Of course Carlos," a giggle escaped her mouth as the pyromaniac quickly scooped her into his arms and resettled her into his lap.

"I didn't know we had a game room," Alana said walking hand in hand Carlos who now had a wide eyed expression at her admittance.

"But, it's next to the music room, didn't Kendall show you?" the excitable teen questioned loudly. "Were you never allowed to go before?"

"Well, I was in Isolation for a while, so I wasn't really allowed to go exploring the place by myself," she shrugged moving her eyes to the floor momentarily and squeezed her eyes shut at the sharp pain behind her eyes.

"Really, Logan said that he heard you walking down the hall sometimes after midnight," the raven haired boy said and looked to her innocently. "Are you sure, you've never seen the game room?"

Her eye twitched at the question, while trying to maintain eye contact with the boy still holding her hand. The answer seemed to be on the tip of her tongue, but her head was too clouded for her to focus on anything but the sharp pain that was starting to make it difficult to breathe.

"Aly, Aly are you okay? You don't look so good," he grabbed onto her shoulders startling her from the mental fog that she seemed to be sinking into.

"What?" she replied intelligently while slowly regaining her bearings, her head still murderously aching.

"I think you should go to the infirmary-

"N-No, I'm fine all I need is some water," the words fell from her mouth quickly while doubt etched itself deep onto the features of her normally cheerful boyfriend. "Really Carlos, I'm okay don't worry about me."

"But you-

"No buts, now why don't you show me this game room you're so in love with," she smiled at him, easily causing the corners of the hyper teen's mouth to turn into a broad grin.

"Okay, but only because you said you're okay," he conceded grabbing onto her hand gently. "You'll love the game room, there's all kinds of stuff in it."

'You know, you really should stop lying to him,' Elektra chided suddenly making a shiver roll down Alana's spine inwardly.

"What kind of stuff?" she asked still managing to smile as they both stood outside the aforementioned room.

"Fun stuff Aly Cat," he grinned quickly kissing her cheek before twisting the brass knob to the game room open.

A cacophony of sounds and color assaulted her as she walked into the room which was the size of a standard carpeted gym; looking around the green eyed girl could see a number of other patients sitting on several over stuffed sofas lining the pastel yellow walls. There were all sorts of activities to keep anyone occupied in the room until it was time to move to whatever designated location you were scheduled for.

A large plasma screen TV stood against the farthest wall and on the couch closest to the television sat Kendall, his green eyes not entirely seeing the TV screen; next to the brooding blond was James, his eyes were carefully watching Mercedes, who would smile at him occasionally then avert her vision back to the large screen. And then there was Logan looking ready to collapse from lack of sleep judging by the bags under his eyes, on the farthest end of the couch.

"Cool, huh?" Carlos blurted jerking her attention back to him.

"Yeah, it's really bright in here though," she replied squinting her eyes as her headache worsened.

"Oh, yeah the doctors say that it's supposed to keep up happy. Yellow's a happy color," the Spanish boy shrugged momentarily dropping her hand to touch her cheek.

"Well it makes me want to puke," she exhaled and squeezed her eyes shut, her head beating like a drum.

"Are you okay? Do you need to leave?" he questioned her worriedly stepping closer to her, ready to catch his girlfriend if she were to fall.

"I'll be fine Carlos," she smiled at him slowly and reached for the hand touching her face. "How about we go sit down?"

Wordlessly the pyro pulled her to an oversized bean bag chair next to the sofa that their friends were sitting on and pulled her down with him into his lap; easily Alana settled herself against Carlos' warm chest, the excitable boy pressed a gentle kiss to the skin of her neck making a giggle leave her lips at the sudden contact and heat flush through her quickly.

"Hey, Carlos right?" a sultry girl's voice spoke suddenly in front of them, dispelling the carefree moment the two were having.

"Hi Stephanie," he greeted her easily pretending not to notice the jealous look brewing in the girl's dark eyes. "Have you met Aly?"

"No, I haven't… it's nice to meet you, Aly," Stephanie said tightly, her brown eyes sizing up the girl being held in the Pyromaniac's arms.

'She's mad you stole little Carlos before she could sink her nasty claws into him,' Chelsea smirked just as the slender girl placed her hands to her hips, her glare getting quite obvious.

"So, ugh do you like it here?" Alana awkwardly asked the other girl who was still giving her a hostile look.

"Sure, if you want to call it that," Stephanie replied bluntly while crossing her arms and walked away from the pair.

"Well someone's obviously jealous," Mercedes commented loudly not caring if the new girl heard her or not.

"More like a frigid b-

"You're in my spot Mitchell," a deep baritone male voice growled causing everyone in the rec room to fall into a tense silence.

It was Ozzy, a large black clad teenage boy with dark hair, dark eyes and was currently armed with a menacing scowl; Carlos had told her about the fearsome boy after seeing him lumber into the cafeteria a few days earlier. Now luckily, for the two of them the behemoth of a teen didn't have his sights set on them, but rather their poor defenseless friend Logan, who had been jolted into alertness and was not shaking quite noticeably.

"I wish he wouldn't pick on Logan so much," the pyro whispered into her ear.

"S-Sorry Ozzy, I-I forgot t-that-

The panicking boy's words were cut short by being harshly grabbed by the large male. Ozzy's grip was tight on the smaller boy's upper arms as he lifted him off the couch.

"Ozzy just put him down, he didn't mean to sit in your spot," James interjected trying to quickly pacify the situation.

"Shut up, pretty boy," the taller growled causing both James and Kendall to gulp audibly and back away from him.

Everyone in the room stilled unsure of what to do or if they should risk saving the cowering insomniac from the psychopath currently holding him hostage.

"Put him down you meat head," Alana spoke strongly, her voice easily cutting through the tension in the large room like a knife. She clenched her hands tightly against her sides, her eyes currently a brilliant shade of blue.

Ozzy turned, his dark colored eyes blazing at his new target who dared to challenge him, the grip he had on Logan loosened. A perverse smirk curled to his lips however, when he saw a girl who he could easily crush with little effort standing only a few feet away from him.

"What if I don't wanna?" he challenged tightening his hold back to the fair boy's arms making him his loudly in pain. "Besides what are you gonna do?"

"Heh, that's the same thing someone else said to me," her voice was steady and deadly calm as she moved closer to the angry teen. "Once."

He shivered inwardly as he saw the glare in her ice blue eyes staring into him steadily, but he held his ground despite the sudden fear building in his gut.

"Aly…" Carlos started, but gasped when she turned to him and saw an all too familiar shade of ice blue in her eyes.

She smirked at the Latino sending a small chill rushing down his spine quickly just as she looked back to the bully before her.

"But you know, I'm gonna go easy on you, because it's not your fault that your wiener's just as small as your brain," her smirked widened when Ozzy dripped Logan to the sofa, his attention on her completely.

"He's gonna kill her," Logan muttered mostly to himself as he rubbed his aching arm.

"You stupid little b-

The mountain of a boy didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as the girl rushed forward and kicked his feet out from under him sending him crashing to the floor. He groaned pitifully, the corners of his vision blurring as he felt weight press onto his chest.

"You're lucky I didn't let you finish sentence," Elektra's blue eyes as stepped harshly onto the bully's chest. "I would've had to cut out that tongue of yours."

And before a reply could given, Elektra swiftly kicked him in the face easily breaking his jaw, making a sickening crack echo off the bright yellow walls and sent blood to the floor instantly staining the dark carpet. The other patients gasped horrified and stunned at the spectacle before them, while Elektra simply laughed cruelly at Ozzy's obvious pain.

"Guess you're not so tough now, huh?" she grinned again just as orderlies and security rushed into the room. "Oh, and find a new place to sit."

The bleeding boy didn't respond as he was carted out of the room and unknown to the other tends still in the room a new nightmare began to form itself behind his eyes.

"Why's everyone looking at me? What happened?" Alana asked meekly while rubbing her temples, her headache feeling like a jack hammer to her skull, her knees starting to feel weak.

"Y-You don't remember? Y-You just… Ozzy… and," Mercedes stumbled over her words while stepping from behind James, her fingers still holding onto him tightly.

'Everyone's just a little… surprised because of the little talk I had with that ogre Ozzy,' Elektra slinging her arm over Alana's shoulder.

She gulped softly as she was being led away to isolation for the night; lucky for her it was only her first offence even if she didn't exactly remember it. But as she left the room, she caught Carlos' eye a knot twisted together painfully in her stomach as she looked into his fear ridden brown eyes; for the moment Alana could only hope that the fear in the fire bug's eyes wouldn't be there when she got out of isolation.

"That was scary," Carlos spoke once security finally removed the petite girl from the room. "I never thought…"

"None of us did Carlos," Kendall said putting a comforting arm around the shorter boy's shoulders. "But she helped save Logan's butt, so she can't be as bad as we're thinking."

"Yeah, that's true," the fire obsessed boy sighed thoughtfully and looked at his friend still sitting on the couch quietly rubbing his shoulder. 'I just hope she doesn't get that mad again.'

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please send your thoughts or anything else in the form of a review. All other stories will be updated soon. This time for real. xoxo