Rosie was sitting on the table uncomfortably, shifting the position of her hands constantly. It was utterly nerve wrecking to be with Lysander. They were both sitting by the window with two chairs close to each other and a small desk. The rest of her classmates were making drafts, outlines, some were even writing the story already all whilst Rosie explained shortly what was the assignment and what they had to do. When she was finished Lysander looked at her thoughtfully.

"A story that could get us a chance to get published." She had to repress a shiver when he said us.

"Yes."

"Well, I think we better get started, don't you think so?" he said smiling a little. Rosie couldn't help but start to blush, to hide it she moved her head to the right and paid attention to her backpack, searching for her notebook. She took it out and turned her body back, a faint blush decorating her features. She flipped a page to two of her note book before remembering that Lysander had read her notebook. She thought that she might as well take advantage of that.

"Mr. Ainsworth, you said that you read my notebook."

"Yes." He said wincing a little.

"Was there any story that you liked? Perhaps we could summit that story to the contest." He looked at her surprised for some reason. "If you don't mind of course."

"No, of course not." He murmured. "I rather liked the story of the caged girl."

"Oh." She said and was surprised. She had never showed that story to anyone and well, she didn't think anyone would rather like it because it had so much… despair in it. "I am not sure if that is a story. It's meant to be a novel."

"I think we could send them a chapter to two. As long as it looks like a story I don't think they would mind. Especially if it's compelling." Rosaline raised an eyebrow.

"And you think that a story full despair and horrors is something compelling?" she asked incredulously.

"It's your writing." He said a little confused.

"Which doesn't necessarily mean that I should like it." she sighed a little warily. "Do you think I write because I want to? I have tried to stop yet I cannot it's because the writing forces me to write not the other way round." She stopped and when she looked at him she realized she had said something very personal, she had left herself vulnerable in front of someone. But this someone had read her deepest thoughts. Maybe that's why it felt so…different being around Lysander. He knew something about her that others didn't. He was looking at her impassively, perhaps he was mad at her. The thing was that Lysander was surprised more than anything.

"It's the truth." She said feeling small. She didn't like the silence when she told people something personal.

"I see." aas all he said and Rosie's shoulders relaxed a little. "Does that mean you don't like to write?"

"I like to learn, if that's what's you're asking. But as to write…" she stopped and pressed her lips together. Did she like to write? Liked? She loved to write, she was passionate about writing and book but… those dreams she had buried long, long ago. And yet wasn't it a contradiction? That she was taking writing classes? That she kept the notebook that she was given? But she couldn't lie. It wasn't in her nature. She didn't really like to lie. "I cannot answer that." She said in a choked voice. Lysander was alarmed she looked so broken, so utterly broken even though she looked so strong. Perhaps she didn't want to talk about it so it was time for plan B: subject change.

"Perhaps another story?" he said in his most soothing voice. Rosie looked at him and blinked. She nodded and took her notebook flipping through the pages and finding something she leaned a little closer to him and he ducked his head a little but not before smelling the faint scent which was very odd indeed because most women that he knew had a either a very strong unpleasant aroma or a very subtle yet pleasant one. But she didn't smell much like anything which was kind of odd.

"Hmm…I am not sure." He said and Rosie frowned. She noticed that they were sitting quite close. She tried to hide the shaking of her hands and backed away a little handing him her notebook.

"Perhaps you could search for something and tell me if you like it." She reached the notebook to him and he hesitated. "It's not going to bite you, you know." She said in a calm sarcastic voice.

"But I am not sure about the owner." He said smiling a little. Rosie raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything she pressed her notebook into his hands and said.

"It's rather rude to bite people." She muttered. "just tell me if you find anything interesting. Or do you have any ideas?" she cocked her head to the side. Lysander did have some ideas but…

"I am not sure they would be as good as yours." He said and it was true. For him at least. He flipped through the pages and was aware of the tapping of her foot on the floor, she was humming a little from time to time, writing on a page dawdles, it was unhurried and he tore his gaze away from her and back into the no matter hwo many stories he looked at, he still wanted to write the story he had liked but if that made her uncomfortable… he breathed out which sounded like a sigh and Rosie seemed to come out from her reverie and looked at him keenly.

"Nothing?" she asked him.

"Umm…"

"Do you really wish to write the story of the caged girl?" she asked without looking at him.

"Yes." Was all he answered and Rosie sighed, squaring her shoulders and looked up at him.

"Okay but on one condition."

"What?"

"You will help me write the ending." She said to him.

Unsurprisingly, the class was not enough for them to finish the story and as they gathered their things and walked together out of the classroom chatting animatedly, Rosie was gesturing with her hands from time to time, asking his opinion and making more expressions Lysander had to admit he was quite engrossed in their plans until…

"It's a pity the class ended so soon. I would have liked to continue talking with you." Lysander couldn't help but wonder if she meant it in a double sense.

"It's been a pleasure talking to you too." He said kindly.

"But um… I think that we should do something about this assignment. Since we don't have classes until next Friday and it has to be handed in the same day, I think that we should meet somewhere and finish the work. That is if you are free." She was blushing by the end of her proposal and Lysander was about to give a reply when they were interrupted.

"How interesting." said a cheerful voice. Both of them snapped their heads in the direction of the voice. Rosie was mildly horrorified. It was Rosalya but not just her, there was Castiel and Bianca. The girls were wearing smirks that would have made her sister proud and Castiel was leaning against the lockers a faint smug smirk on his face.

"What is interesting?" asked Lysander mildly.

"That the new girl is gesturing with her hands." Said Castiel, Lysander looked at him doubtfully. "You know I never knew someone who could gesture like that, are you planning on a monologue?"

"Perhaps I am Mr. bloodriver." She said lightly. She turned to Lysander before she lost her nerve. "What do say?"

"Oh, I am free tomorrow we could finish the assignment somewhere?"

"What about the park near the Amoris mall? It's quite peaceful at 8 and 9 in the morning."

"Then I will meet you there."

"Okay." She then took her notebook and tore a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She handed it to him. "My cellphone number, just in case I can't make it or something like that." Lysander was shocked but his hand took the paper silently. The others were looking at them surprised, even Castiel. "Goodbye Mr. Ainsworth. See you tomorrow." She turned to the open mouthed three people and smiled a little at them. "Goodbye everyone." She walked past them into the hall. Castiel was the first one to recover from his shock.

"I think she was flirting with you there Lys."

Lysander hoped he was telling the truth.