How I managed to get through the next few days of school without proper sleep is a mystery to me. Not that I could complain; I barely had any energy to talk to anyone, much less rant about my exhaustion. Everyone was worrying about me, insisting that I stayed home and rest after seeing my slouched figure roaming the halls.

Sure, because sleep is obviously going to come around when I'm haunted by scenes of my lover being tortured every time I shut my eyes. It made matters worse that the crumpled piece of paper was hidden under my pillow, to be read night after night as a painful reminder of what I had done.

The dark bags under my green orbs were ominous against my pale skin, having developed after constantly waking up at random times of the night from the countless nightmares that plagued my dreams. I knew Mum heard my petrified screams; I see the concern in her eyes every morning at breakfast before I set off for school.

Meanwhile, Katie had been silently sneaking into my room to cuddle with me, her face in my chest, one of the few acts of sibling love she has ever shown, with hopes that her warmth could calm my nerves.

It didn't. But I did appreciate her efforts, which led me to stay still in bed with my arm around her, watching her carelessly prance through slumber. Slumber I was rudely void of, which led to spending my time awake listening to her even breathing, her eyes screwed shut and a small smile on her lips.

Thankfully, the school week was ending, leaving the students with loads of schoolwork for the weekend before we welcomed prom week, where classes would be more relaxed and less of a hassle to go through.

Because no one bothers to turn up.

It was also the week you would see the female body shrieking and squealing over every little thing; from their prom dates to their dresses, which would usually cost thousands and imported from God-knows-where.

I looked around with my eyes at half mast, searching for one certain brunette who had skipped his lessons, even after his mother's disagreement on the matter. The boy who holds a tight grip on my heart but has yet to show any signs of wanting to go to the special event with me.

Not that I mind. It's not something I want to go with my boyfriend anyway, you know… Idiot.

You could ask him, you know. It won't make much of a difference. I mentally groaned at the deep voice that resonated in my head. Always piping in uninvited, leaving me with no privacy whatsoever on my thoughts. I heard it chuckle. Oh, yeah. I forgot he's the man among you two. Ah ah ahhh~

Will you shut the fuck up and get out of my head? I retorted, still scanning the crowd for my lover, my face heating up. My back flattened against my locker, using its firmness to keep me up.

I like being in your head, the being replied nonchalantly. By the way, lover boy isn't around. I would've sensed his inner fiend. His sexy, lovable inner fiend.

Get out. What, are you in love with him or something? I growled under my breath, infuriated further when he cackled mischievously. I shut my eyes and tensed, focusing the crackling of electricity in my blood towards the irritating little prick in my head. When it yelped, I suppressed my urge to smirk.

Perhaps staying up every night does have its perks. Like me finally learning how to control the flow of my powers.

I greatly welcomed the silence and continued looking around, my focus slightly blurry as a pounding began in my head, absorbing the remnants of my energy. Everyone's conversation turned into a static buzz for me. I slumped against my support, breathing heavily.

With no signs of the brunette, and feeling fully exerted to the extent of wanting to fall asleep on the floor, I sighed and made my way to Chemistry, nearly toppling over from the shoves I was receiving from the teens who were too engrossed in their conversation to notice my tiny frame walking by.

I ended up forcing myself forward, my palm flat against the wall as reinforcement.

I stood by the door of my classroom, frowning. My classmates were chattering a tad bit louder than usual, which didn't help with the headache that I was sporting. I groaned, gently massaging my temples, and kept my head down, pushing the voices out as I made my way to the back of the class.

I was about to throw myself onto my seat when a single white flower caught my eye. It blended neatly against the cream-colored table top, its stem tied with a bright red ribbon. My eyes widened at the sight.

Did someone mistook my seat for another person's?

I sat down and reluctantly touched the rose before pinching the healthy green stalk between my forefinger and thumb, looking around my desk for a card or anything that could give me a clue on who the sender was. There wasn't, but the whispers of my friends were enough to confirm that the flower was indeed for me. I glanced at one of them, my gaze hidden under my blue-tipped fringe.

"Don't tell Kendall anything or it would ruin the surprise," she said, stealing a glance at me. She was a plump teen with fiery red hair, her body angled in a way to allow her to speak as silently as possible to her best friend. Not that it hid anything from me; my hearing was able to pick up the things she said. "It's so sweet!"

"Why can't my boyfriend do that for me? A white rose, too!" Another's hushed words rang.

"That's a pretty rare flower. I wonder how long he took to get hold of just one."

"Damn, Kendall's a lucky fellow. I heard he's going to get more soon!"

"OTP!"

My head dipped downwards, allowing me to sniff the flower, a smile tugging my lips. The sweet aroma filled my nostrils, smelling suspiciously like vanilla. It was then I noticed a piece of green paper looped around the stem, hidden under the ribbon. I took it out carefully, without undoing the knot, and opened it, a little disappointed to see just 'Locker' written, with no name whatsoever.

I immediately assumed it to be my locker, seeing as whoever it was didn't leave behind a row number or passcode to anyone else's. My fingers combed through my hair and I exhaled slowly, wondering what was going on. I already took what I needed before coming to class and there wasn't anything of importance left in my compartment.

I bit my lower lip and got up from my seat, the rose in hand. I turned to one of my classmates. "Hey, if Ms. WainWright asks for me, tell her I forgot something in my locker, yeah?"

He nodded, a sly smirk on his lips. I looked at him questioningly before shaking my head at him, asking myself, What's his problem?

I nearly froze when I noticed the exact same smiles on my peers, and ended up bolting out the door to escape the creepy situation. Thankfully, the hallways were empty, allowing me space to stop and breathe. I clutched the rose close to my heart, cleared my head and made my way to my locker, with a slight adrenaline rush to keep me going.

Only a few meters away, I caught a glimpse of a silhouette, dashing away from the metal doors of my personal space. All I caught was a flash of brown, white and blue before the figure disappeared down the hall. I stopped and stared at the empty spot, my tired mind barely making any sense of the current circumstances.

Suspicious, the voice in my head mumbled. I wasn't going to deny it, either. I unconsciously nodded to myself and went to unlock the locker, curious on why my secret admirer- well, kind of- had sent me all the way back here.

I expected there to be another rose. However, my jaw dropped when I finally unlatched the padlock. The door swung open and something nearly fell out, being too large to fit properly in the comforts of the compartment.

There was now a huge teddy bear stuffed in the constricted space, a tiny smile under its black snout. Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me.

Only one person knows my locker combination and, as far as I knew, he's dropped off the radar for the past few days. The stalk of my rose was clamped between my lips as I pulled the bear out, looking at it with wide, astonished eyes.

Its fluffy brown fur was soft against my skin and it had just enough plumpness for it to hang on the junction between my thumb and forefinger comfortably. Its electric blue, beady eyes stared blankly at me, and for a moment I became just a gooey puddle of awe. Until I realised its attire; a black tuxedo, with a white undershirt. In one of its pockets was a similar white rose.

Even this bear looks ready for prom, I thought sourly. Then, it struck me. Why the hell is James- whom I assume all these gifts are from- leaving a life-size bear in a suit in my locker? And the flower on my desk. It would explain why my classmates were being all weird; majority of them obsess over James and I, albeit embarrassingly.

I studied the soft toy at an arm's length, my thumbs stroking the cotton material of its jacket. I brought it close to me, hugging it tightly, and muffled a sob when the scent of vanilla surrounded me.

It wasn't just any vanilla scent either. It was the scent I had become accustomed to, that I fell and have always been in love with all this time. It was the sweet, addictive, calming scent of a hazel-eyed brunette named James Diamond.

I whipped out my phone, stumbling with the lockscreen as my finger shook with excitement and hope. Excitement that this is James' doing. However, hopeful that it's, finally, an invitation to prom.

Before I could do anything, my phone vibrated due to an incoming message. I was chewing on my lower lip hard when I realised that it came from Coach, demanding to see me at the ice rink at this moment, somehow having figured out that I wasn't in class.

I closed the dialog box and typed in my boyfriend's number that was permanently engraved into my skull.

Now, Captain. The man texted again, seconds after I received the first. I sighed and looked at the bear, wondering if I should keep it in my locker for the time being. Then again, it barely fits in the small box.

When my phone vibrated for the third time, I slammed the door shut and ripped the rose out of my lips, twirling it in one hand while the other hugged the plush toy tightly. The bear was a perfect substitute for James and his intoxicating hugs and I liked having it against me; something I would probably avoid admitting to if someone were to spot me skipping down the hall with a gigantic plushie and an equally huge smile that hurt my cheeks.

I headed for the ice rink, highly aware of how silent my surroundings were. However, I couldn't stop to investigate as my phone was being bombarded by my intolerant trainer. I pushed the doors of the arena open with my shoulder, panting as I sped past the newly furnished locker room, blindly searching for the outline of the huge man.

"Coach? You here?" I called out, walking down the steps leading to the rink. I was about to give my teacher a call when I realised an unearthly green glow coming from within the barriers of the circular area. Curious, I approached it cautiously, my thoughts wandering to all the bad possibilities. "Coach?"

I walked towards the opening of the rink, my palm sweating against the barriers I was using to keep steady, and gaped at the frozen floor. The things I was holding dropped to the ground, the white rose landing safely on the back of the bear's black blazer, looking almost like a symbol, and tears pooled in my eyes as I brought my hands up to cover them.

Carved, deeply into the middle of our hockey arena, were four letters, illuminated by green glow sticks which were crammed into the engraving, traces of shaved ice still lingering by each alphabet.

Prom?

Footsteps echoed in the dome, stopping right as I whipped around, hand on my racing heart. I sniffled, cheeks reddening with shyness from being caught in tears. I tilted my head up slightly and nearly cried from the overwhelming emotions taking over my flesh and bones. There he stood, the object of my affection, the confusing guy of my dreams, my best friend. My lover.

His hazel eyes shone with glee. The pretty boy had on a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt, which were the colors I saw retreating just a few moments ago. James smiled sheepishly at me, hands in his pockets.

"Didn't you like your gifts, baby?" James teased, the rose and bear I had dropped before now gathered in his arms. His fingers dug into the breast pocket of the doll, pulling out a neatly folded letter, which I had failed to notice. "Aw, you haven't read this yet?"

The tears streamed down my cheeks and I lunged for him, my arms around his neck, legs wrapped securely around his waist and my face nestled in his shoulder. I ignored the fact that I was squishing my gifts between our bodies, instead opting to continuously mumble, "Yes, yes, yes!"

I nuzzled my face into his cooling skin, basking in his scent that had been on his presents. I sighed and snuggled into James' body, earning myself a chuckle from the pretty boy as he adjusted his arms.

"Yes, you don't like your gifts?" Mockery poured out with every word my lover muttered, and, knowing him well, there was bound to be a smug smile on his lips. I felt the stem of the rose slid onto my ear and the hand used returned to cup my butt, giving it a humble squeeze. The pretty boy's lips hovered over my cheek, his every breath tickling my ear. "Or, yes, you'll go to prom with me?"

"Both," I jokingly murmured, lifting my face high enough to look at the disbelief written on James' features. The expression was immediately erased when he realised I was toying with him; the gaping mouth now a Cheshire cat grin. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him gently, nearly dying at the soft brushes of his plump lips before pulling back, my eyes slightly glazed over. "I didn't like the gifts- I love them. Secondly, yes, I'll go to prom with you. There's no one else for me but you."

The brunette grinned, his hazel eyes lit up and a breath of relief left his chest. "And yes, you hadn't read this yet," he added, holding the letter up with one hand, the other under my thighs to keep me up. I grabbed it and smiled bashfully, a deep blush residing on my cheekbones when James lovingly wiped the remains of my breakdown away.

However, the tears that had stopped flowing before began streaming again as I read the note that was carefully written, with much thought and care put into it. The letter shook in my hands as my eyes scanned the paragraphs, word for word, feeling my heart falling deeper and deeper in love with the boy who held me silently, mesmerising brown and green orbs watching my every move.

They don't sparkle as intensely as you do, love. You illuminate the darkest depths of my soul, you shine brighter than the energy of a million suns. You are the reason I am human, and I shall forever remain human because your love hold the power to keep my demon at bay.

A/N: This is a snippet of the letter James wrote for Kendall. Do you guys want the full thing or ...? I hope this was fluffy enough for all of you. I came to the realisation that my mind has these really sick and twisted ideas of which I'm not proud of ugh

Also, school has started for me so ... Yep. The horror begins.

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