Zoey's P.O.V.

I woke up smiling, all thoughts of yesterday's car crash far from my head. The wonderful dream I had from time to time was fresh in my head. I could remember the soft pitter-patter of rain, the smell of the wet grass, like it was real. I remembered him leaning towards me, his lips brushing against mine and the hair that covers his eye-

Hair that covers his eye? I racked my brain trying to remember exactly how the dream went. The last part of the dream was when Mike would pull away and grin at me, but I don't remember Mike pulling away. I remember seeing Mal pulling away and his twisted grin on his face. His thumb caressed my cheek and I leaned into him.

I found myself leaning forward in real-life too, and I snapped out of my thoughts. I shivered as a breeze passed by me. I looked over at my window. Not only was it open, but someone was crouching in it too.

I screamed and fell off my bed. He jumped into my room,"Shut up!" Mal hissed.

I stared up at him. "Dad!" I shouted. I didn't care then about Mike getting in trouble, it was really unsettling to wake up and find a delinquent watching you from your window.

Mal's eyes widened and he pounced on top of me, covering my mouth with his hand. "I said for you to shut up!"

"Zoey are you alright?" My dad shouted behind my door.

Mal stared at me and let go of my mouth. I hesitated before saying, "Yeah I'm fine. I fell out of bed and got tangled in my sheets. I'm fine now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

I heard him hesitate before his feet padded to the kitchen. Mal was still leaning over me. "What the hell was that?" He whisper-shouted at me.

"I don't know, maybe you scared me half to death sitting in my window!" I whispered back. Being this close to Mal scared me, his hair brushed against my forehead. "G-get off me." Mal got up and brushed himself off like I had some kind of germs on me.

"Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital?" I asked him, pulling myself up with the bed post.

"I got out of there as soon as," Mal hesitated. "As soon as Mike's mom left."

"Well, why are you here now?" I fidgeted with the bottom of my shorts.

"Get dressed, we're going to go have some fun." Mal sat on my window ledge and took out his knife, he started to chip at his nails, but I knew he was just telling me to hurry up.

I grabbed the pile of clothes already set on dresser and took it to the bathroom. I heard someone ring the bell, I figured maybe I would see who it was before I took off with Mal. Or better yet, stay out there with my dad and Mal would eventually have to leave.

I put my pajamas in the bathroom hamper and walked into the living room to see my dad laughing with someone.

"Mal?" I would've done a spit take if I had been drinking water.

My dad looked up at me. "Mal? I thought this was Mike." Dad sported a confused look.

Mal took over the conversation. "I'm actually one of Mike's personalities, sir." He said the last word through gritted teeth.

"Well, obviously you're one of the more polite ones." My dad picked at the hem of his shirt and then looked straight up at me.

Ok, first off, Mal is more polite than all the others? Ok, that was actually a little understandable with Manitoba, Svetlana, Chester, and Vito. But Mike?! Second, my dad likes Mal better than Mike? I swear we just had a conversation about Mal and his evilness. And third, Mal being polite?!

I stared at my dad for a moment before Mal said, "Anyway, I was wondering if your daughter and I could go out and do something today." Mal hid his face with his hair as much as he could, probably because he hated the idea of actually being somewhat nice to someone.

"Of course!" My dad didn't hesitate like he does with Mike.

"I'm right here, you know." I uncrossed my arms in frustration.

"Just call her when you want her home." Mal stood up and grabbed my hand, which I couldn't pull away from.

Dad picked up his newspaper and nodded. Mal grinned at me and pulled me out the door.

"Mal, let go!" I said as soon as he closed the door.

"You want to know what we're doing today?" Mal ignored me.

"Actually, I'm a little scared to know." I rolled my eyes as he continued to drag me away.

"But first-" Mal swung around to look at me. "What was with you calling me in your sleep?"

I felt my cheeks flare up. "Nightmare." I looked away. It was better that I let him be proud because I was afraid than laugh at me by telling the truth.

Mal leaned in closer to me. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look into his dark ones. I felt his lips press on mine and he held the small of my back.

"Zoey? Zoey!" Mal waved his hand in front of my face. I snapped out of it.

"What?" I shook my head.

"I asked if you were sure." Mal leaned in again forcing me look at his face. I leaned back. "Are you sure?" He repeated.

I looked up at the sky, about to say yes. 'No. If you're going to convince Mal, you have to look straight at him.' I told myself. So, I looked at Mal and said, "Yes, I am sure."

He turned around and started walking again. "We're going to meet a couple of... friends."

"Your friends or mine?" I wondered aloud, though I pointed it at Mal.

He didn't answer. Instead, we continued to walk for about fifteen minutes. Eventually, we stopped at a building. The school, I realized. There was laughter coming around the corner. Mal spread out his hands in a motion as though to tell me to go around the corner.

I walked around the corner, my head held high. I saw Duncan and Courtney, and Geoff. There were a few other 'punks,' as Chester and my dad call them, but I didn't really hang out with that type of crowd.

"Hey Zoey!" Courtney waved at me. "What are you doing here?"

"That's what I was about to ask you." I said. Mal went ahead to talk to Geoff, who handed him a can of something.

"I'm just here with Duncan." Which confused me since they weren't dating. She bit her lip. "But it's so exciting to be doing something bad again!"

"Bad?" I asked, trying to see why everyone was gathered around the wall.

Courtney handed me the can she was holding. "Spray paint. We're making graffiti!" She squealed. "Here, use mine." She handed me her can of paint and then ran to Duncan.

Mal joined me once again. "We came here to give you a taste of what I do. This is amateur though, no where near what I am capable of. " He didn't specify what he did do though.

Mal walked away again, leaving me feel like prey. I was confused though, why were they all here in a group? Don't people normally do this separately? Was this a distraction for something else that was happening? I couldn't let those detective books get to my head. They were either stupid or were trying to be 'different.' Yeah, they were different.

I noticed Duncan spray painting a bunny. "Why are you spray painting a bunny again?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

"It's not a bunny!" Duncan turned around, obviously frustrated. "I told you it's a skull."

I shrugged and watched everyone laugh and talk and vandalize the school building.

"Come on!" Mal suddenly appeared again. "What are you chicken?" He asked, as though that would intimidate me.

"No, it just isn't right." I turned towards him, wondering why I didn't leave earlier.

"Just try it." Mal glanced up, but when I looked up later, there wasn't anything there.

I sighed and tried to spray paint out of the can. Nothing came out. I shook the can, now frustrated. I tried again and shrieked when it sprayed onto the grass.

I looked to see a purplish-pink colored circle on the grass. 'Whoops.' I thought in my head. Mal snickered. I glared at him but he didn't care.

I stared at the blank wall in front of me, something quick and easy I needed to make. A flower was enough. I made a small flower and then handed the can to Mal.

"There. Is that good enough for you?" I crossed my arms.

Mal was about to reply when his expression changed quickly. He shoved the can back into my hands and grabbed my arm saying, "We have to go."

Mal started running with me behind him. A moment after someone yelled, "Cops!"

I dropped the can in the hurry. Sometime later we were back at my house. We couldn't have been gone for more than an hour.

Mal was never worried from the start, I actually saw him grinning when we were running. I couldn't tell what his expression was when he said we needed to leave.

"See you tomorrow." Mal smirked. Tomorrow I would have to go back to school.

I found myself pulled to his chest. "Zoey, are you OK?" Mike worried above me. I couldn't help but feel a drop in my hear when it was Mike who hugged me not Mal.

"Yeah, it's just been a long day." I ran my fingers through my hair, a habit I did not usual have. "Sorry, I have to go."

Mike nodded hesitantly. I noticed small bruises forming on his face and arms. What happened to him? "Alright, see you tomorrow." He leaned down to kiss me, but I had to pull away. What if it was Mal again?

"Bye Mike." I shut my front door behind me. I ran to my room to avoid questions with my dad.

I laid down on my bed to contemplate my feelings. I was just so confused. Why did Mal insist on doing things with me? Is it possible that...

Mal 's P.O.V.

After talking to one of the personalities, I decided to take back control. I found myself not where I was last, Zoey's house, but instead up in Mike's room. I was staring up at the ceiling on his bed. Was he sorting out those 'difficult' feelings with Zoey?

I snorted. This was just too much fun. I decided to think anyway though. Zoey didn't seem bothered by my knife or threats. She's been lieing when she says she is. Why does she do what I say so easily then? I couldn't have already accomplished my goal could I?

SONG RECOMMENDATION: Say You Like Me by We The Kings

Sorry for such a late update. With school back and computer problems, updates will be a little slower, or more than a little. So, I've never been in a lot of these situations. Like car crashes, being kissed, or vandalizing school property (which I do mot recommend doing), so I get everything from other stuff I read. I have not read much on vandalizing school property. But I liked the idea, so I decided to try it. No questions today.

Thanks for reading! R&R! Bye!