I am sooo sorry about the whole no update thing! I really have been meaning to update! I mean, I have it all written down in my purple math journal, but for some reason, I just can't read my own stories without sitting there and going "EW! WHY DID I WRITE THIS!?" so, when y'all catch mistakes, it's because I can't stand my stories. Maybe I should find a beta reader? Hmmm... maybe... Any way, I'm sure you all are like "Shut up and get to the story before we get really mad!" All I an say is, if you hurt me, I can't write...

Chapter 11:

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"What is that supposed to barking mean? What are you implying?" I asked, suspicious, as the corners of his mouth turned into a little smirk. It gave me the urge to hit him, preferrably somewhere he would remember.

He didn't answer, which only irked me more, but I bit the inside of my cheek - hard, according to the taste of blood in my mouth.

We walked in a tension so thick, I could almost grab it and smack Newkirk in the head with it. That thought made my mouth twitch as I fought back laughter. Alek's eyes cut toward me, narrowing as they did so.

I looked at him, meeting his eyes. My features went flat, and I gave him my best 'I'm innocent' look.

Alek's eyes snapped back ahead of him, but not before I caught the look of irritation and frustration in his eyes. I continued looking at him, letting my mind wander briefly. Briefly was all I needed to run into the giant group of Leviathan boys gathered around the bathroom, all pushhing and shoving and yelling to get a better look.

Our dorm room is the second to last room on the left, and the bathroom was the first door on the right in our hall, so the walk was long, but not too long. It was good to have to walk in the morning. Gave a girl, or boy in this case, a good chance to wake up.

Idiot! You are a boy! You hang around Lilit too much! I mentally yelled at myself.

Alek had began declaring his title in means to get to the front, but most guys just ignored him.

Ninny! I tossed his way.

Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself.

"Barking Spiders!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. Instantly, everything got quiet, and the mass of boys turned my way, showering me with the wonderful Eau de boy in the morning. It was not pleasant, but I was relatively used to it. Jaspert always stuck his nasty smelling self in my face to get me out of bed in the morning back home, and it almost always worked.

"Move. I need to use the head, and if I don't make it, I hope all of you don't mind cleaning it up, you clart smelling ninnies!" I yelled. Half of the faces in the mass morphed into cluelessness about my word choices, but almost instantly, a path opened up for me to get through.

I began walking, searching the crowd for His Highness. I spotted him about halfway through the clart smelling boys. I gave him a brief smirk, before I continued my saunter down my path.

A few seconds later, I heard an outcry of indignation, then the slapping of familiar shoes on the concrete floors; Alek had broken out of the crowd and was now behind me, once again, as if going with me would prove I was guilty of the crime I really did commit, but I wasn't gonna tell him that.

We finally reached the door to the bathroom. I gestured my arm out dramatically, and gave a little bow. I grabbed the door handle of the ugly, mismatching white door, and pulled, opening it with a flourish.

"After you, good sir," I said with an awful British accent.

Alek gave a glare, but walked in anyway. I gave a brief smile to myself, before walking through the door myself, pulling the door shut behind me.