here it is, the long awaited second chapter of my first ever 'Monster High' fanfiction with the characters from generation II. as my readers know, this fanfiction is all about Raythe and his crush on Clawdeen Wolf from within the second generation of the 'Monster High' franchise. I thought that was kinda sweet. please, understand that the flashbacks from within my chapters are purely from within my own imagination and may or may not have actually happened in the movie, 'Welcome to Monster High'. of course, the part about Raythe being friends with Deuce Gorgon isn't a product of my imagination and was one hundred percent real in the movie and in its sequel, 'Electrified'. anyway, this chapter is a full-on two-thousand-five-hundred-eighty-five words of pure storyline, not including this headnote, right here. nor does the storyline of this second chapter include the (mandatory) disclaimer which makes up the paragraph following this headnote.

disclamation: I don't own even the 'Monster High' dolls in any way, shape, or form. I also don't own any of the movies. I don't know any of the staff who work on the films for the 'Monster High' series, but I sure am not one of them. writing fanfictions and blogging them onto here and on Wattpad is the closest thing I have to even a part-time job.

So, there I was in the hallways of Monster High, just on my way to the main hall at the school, when I ran into my werewolf crush, Clawdeen, who was quickly becoming quite the resident fashionista of the school. I was really nervous, especially about how my last encounter went with her, I could barely contain my nerves. I could still remember our last encounter before then.

I was on my way to making it first in line at the Monster High creepateria to get the food of the day, especially for those at the school who did not want to miss out on the place's dessert bar. It was too late for my precious Clawdeen and her ghoul friends by the time they all reached it from within the creepateria, but my new best friend, Deuce Gorgon, and I made it to the creepateria's dessert bar just in time to beat Gob's smacking, snacking gluttony attack towards all of the desserts. At least, both of us got a dessert off of the dessert bar.

Yours Truly: Awesome!

Deuce Gorgon: All right!

Yours Truly: This is gonna be way great for us! You know why, Deuce, my man? Because we beat even Gob to the dessert bar at Monster High.

Deuce Gorgon: Totally, Raythe! And as such we got first dibs on the desserts. I can't wait to eat this delicious-lookin' Monster High monster cookie.

Then, I realized that my friend, Deuce, got that cookie he had for himself. I suddenly felt exactly like a total wuss with the plan I had in my undead ghostly mind for the snack cake I snatched from the dessert bar before Gob could even make it there and get to it.

Yours Truly: Really? Did we actually take these desserts just for ourselves? 'Cuz I was kinda thinkin' 'bout givin' this snack cake to a ghoul I like, you know.

I knew it was a hard decision for my brother from another monster mother, Deuce, to make, but I really wanted to give my snack cake to Clawdeen.

Deuce Gorgon: Well, yeah, that's fine for you, but you and I only got one dessert for each of us. And, you know, if we go back to the dessert bar now… Gob will have eaten everything available… over there.

Yours Truly: Ah, come on, Deuce. I know I'm acting a little whipped about this, but I really, really, really wanna give this snack cake to the ghoul I like more than any other at Monster High. You can make fun of me all ya like about it, Deuce. It's just that…

That was around when Deuce and I finally made it to our table. It was also when I sighed, placed my head in my left hand, leant against the table and grinned that which was quite possibly the dumbest and cheesiest grin I had ever had on my face like a lovesick idiot at the exact thought of Clawdeen. That's right. The werewolf ghoul had turned me into a fool in love.

Yours Truly (continued): I can't help wanting to give this snack cake to the ghoul I like the most at this school. She just knows how to put a real wag in my tail.

Deuce, of course, had something to say about my own idiotizing addiction to the ghoul of my dreams.

Deuce Gorgon: You don't even have a tail, bro.

Of course, I did not pay much attention to the guy for a while, despite him being my best friend at Monster High, as we both just sat at our table contemplating things such as sports, the ghouls we liked, skateboarding, the ghouls we liked, getting dangerous with the school stuff, the ghouls we liked, and oh yeah, the ghouls we liked.

Deuce Gorgon (continued): Dude, you have really gotta get your head outta the clouds and back down to Earth, Raythe.

I finally heard what my friend, Deuce, said to me when he talked about getting my undead ghostly head out of the clouds.

Yours Truly: Come on, dude! What possible kinda clouds could I have my head in?

Deuce just groaned exasperatedly at me.

Deuce Gorgon: You, Raythe, my friend, have got your head in the most dangerous kinda clouds there are for any manster at Monster High; the kinda clouds that are pretty much swarmin' to jam packed with ghouls. The kinda clouds that are particularly swarmin' to jam packed especially with the ghouls who go to this school.

I finally saw the point that Deuce was making to me about my undead ghostly head being swarming to jam packed with clouds full of ghouls. That was that my pal, Deuce, saw it as a weakness, until he found himself agreeing with me about ghouls, particularly the ghouls at Monster High.

Deuce Gorgon (continued): You know, actually, as long as they're all ghouls who go to this school, I guess that having your head in the clouds full of 'em might not be as bad as I thought it was. So, who's the lucky ghoul who's got your undead eye enough for you to give up your snack cake to her, my fiendishly friendly brother from another mother?

All I wanted from my best friend, Deuce, was just one thing should I have told him which ghoul at Monster High I liked.

Yours Truly: You promise you won't laugh at me if I tell you who she is?

Of course, in response to my request from him, Deuce was suddenly unsure of what to say about it until he told me something I did not expect to hear from a friend.

Deuce Gorgon: I won't know how or even why I can't laugh at you if I don't know who she is.

Yours Truly: Fair point. I guess I can't expect you to laugh at me if you don't know who she is.

Deuce Gorgon: That is to say that I kinda have a pretty good idea who the ghoul is that has your undead heart. I bet it's one of Monster High's own founder ghouls.

Yours Truly: Alright, I confess. It's Clawdeen. I like Clawdeen Wolf. I don't know if you like her, too. But if you do, then you can consider this a declaration of war.

Deuce Gorgon: Oh, it's not Clawdeen I would be saving this cookie for if I was saving it for anyone. If I had been saving it for anyone, I'd be saving it for Miss Cleo deNile.

The part he had said about being into Miss Cleo deNile really threw me for a loop about my best pal, Deuce, at the time. I did not expect any manster at school to crush on her, of all ghouls. I guess it was all a matter of perspective, though.

Yours Truly: Oh, yeah, I guess that Miss deNile's cool… for you, anyway, bro.

I supposed the fact that my best bro, Deuce, liked Cleo deNile just meant for me that I did not have to worry about receiving any such competition for my beloved Clawdeen's heart… at least, not from a friend like him.

Deuce Gorgon: Ah, here come the founding ghouls and their friends. This is our chance, Raythe.

It was true. Draculaura, Frankie Stein, Lagoona Blue, Cleo deNile, and definitely Clawdeen Wolf were on their way to the seating of the creepateria. As Deuce and I suspected they would be, the ghouls were too late to grab any of the desserts from the dessert bar. Gob had already gotten to and eaten them all. I could see the look in Clawdeen's eyes when she looked at Gob. It was very clearly a look of disgust with the blob creature for eating all the remaining desserts.

Clawdeen Wolf: Are ya kiddin' me?

Then, as though Gob could not get any more disgusting, he pulled the dessert out of his gooey body just before re-eating it. Apparently, everyone else found it far beyond disgusting. I know I certainly thought it was that way.

With it, I decided it was time to give Clawdeen my snack cake in place of the desserts she more than likely wanted to grab from the dessert bar. Deuce and I called the ghouls over to our table.

Deuce Gorgon: Hey, yo, ladies, care to join us?

Yours Truly: We have our own desserts.

I did not know what had gotten into Gob, but even he suddenly started charging towards mine and Deuce's table like a monstrous freight train, along with everyone else in the creepateria. I could not believe that I had actually jinxed mine and Deuce's chance to impress our ghoul babes and their friends before we could even try. That was when my friend, Deuce, came up with a plan.

Deuce Gorgon: Raythe, ghouls, cover your eyes!

We all did as my best brochacho, Deuce, told us and covered our eyes. Then, I could hear what sounded like stone stiffening all around us. Then, I heard Deuce's voice.

Deuce Gorgon: OK, dude and dudettes. You can all open your eyes now.

The ghouls and I all did as we were told by Deuce as soon as he gave us the 'all clear' to open our eyes back up afterwards. It turned out that Deuce had turned all the creepateria attendants to stone just so that he and I could have a lunch break in which we could share our desserts with our ghoul babes and their friends in peace.

Yours Truly: Whoa, bro! Stick solid, or should that be stone solid? Aw, whatever, at least now, we can all eat our lunches in peace.

Clawdeen Wolf: I don't know how good what they're serving us all for lunch today is gonna be, but I think that having even a little of the dessert that's left from the dessert bar is gonna do us all some good.

Of course, I was only too happy to give even a little of my snack cake to Clawdeen. Granted that I barely knew if she had even liked snack cakes, but I had to try something to impress my werewolf babe.

Yours Truly: Here ya go, Clawdeen. Want a bite of my snack cake?

Clawdeen Wolf: I guess I could have some of it, just as long as there'll be a lot more dessert available next time and I won't have to share it.

Of course, it did not take long for Cleo to agree with her ghoul friend about there not being any dessert left at the dessert bar the minute Gob was finished with that particular section of the creepateria.

Cleo deNile: I agree. Had Gob never heard of sanctity, discretion or even leaving something for others?

I knew that Cleo was right, but it was still a harsh truth, nonetheless. Telling a harsh truth that everyone needed to know even when no one really wanted to hear was turning out further and further to be Cleo deNile's specialty at Monster High. Naturally as monsters who did not beat Gob to the dessert bar, Clawdeen and the rest of their shared friends were quick to agree with the honest, yet unnecessarily harsh Cleo deNile about the blob creature ransacking the dessert bar before anyone else could even get a turn to get what they had wanted from it.

Lagoona Blue: Totally!

Frankie Stein: Completely!

Draculaura: Someone really should do something about Gob's behavior.

Clawdeen Wolf: I swear, it's like he's never once heard of self-control.

Clawdeen was only able to calm down a bit after taking even a bite of the half of the snack cake I gave to her.

Clawdeen Wolf (continued): This snack cake is really good, though. Thanks, Raythe. Here, Draculaura, Frankie, you two want some of it?

Frankie Stein and Draculaura: Sure!

I could not believe what she had done with the snack cake I had offered to her. I know to Clawdeen, it might have been just a snack cake. To me, however, that snack cake was my undead heart being offered to her out of love. For one reason to the next, watching Clawdeen give away part of the half of my snack cake I had offered her felt a bit hurtful. I could not say that I had blamed her for it, though. After all, it was not her ghoul friends' fault that Gob had ransacked the dessert bar and not left so much as a crumb of sweets for anyone else to eat. Meanwhile, I could see that Deuce had a similar problem with Cleo offering the sweets he had offered her to their third friend, Lagoona, in addition to getting a few bites of his cookie for herself. Deuce only responded to mine and his shared ghoul troubles with a 'what-can-you-do?' kind of shrug of the shoulders.

Once I gave Clawdeen half of my snack cake from the creepateria dessert bar that day, I actually started to feel a lot more comfortable and in my element around her since then… even if she did in turn offer it to her friends thereafter. I guess that all in all, my werewolf babe was just being nice to her friends and looking out for others. I supposed that it was only one of the things I liked about my precious Clawdeen alone.

I had only wished I would pay a lot more attention to my surroundings while talking to her or looking her way. Honestly speaking, it was pretty hard to focus at all on my surroundings a lot of the time I would spend even looking at my precious Clawdeen.

A few weeks following that time at the creepateria and within the hallways of Monster High had been my most recent encounter with my Clawdeen gone awry. As I said before the flashback, I was on my way to my next class when I spotted Clawdeen in her usual fashionable get-up. It was a thrilling sight for me. All I had to do was play it cool and just talk to her. Granted, I tried to play it cool even as I had just talked to her. She was blowing a bubble of gum from within her mouth when I walked by her only to comment on her look that day.

Yours Truly: Lookin' good, Clawdeen!

As I commented on her look, the bubble of gum instantly blew up from within her mouth and onto her face, her nose included. I guess she got nervous at my acknowledgment of her look. That had to have meant that she liked me the same way I liked her. Of course, had I not been so distracted by her, I just might have been able to see that I was well on my way to walking into a soon-to-open locker on my way to my following class for the day. I walked right into the locker the minute it opened up. Its door even landed right smack on my kisser. As I quickly yet carefully pushed the locker door out of my way, I just held onto my nose. I could not help but fumble with my words to my precious Clawdeen thereafter, I was so embarrassed by the horrid display of focus on my surroundings, or lack thereof, I should have said, in its stead.

Yours Truly (continued): Uhhh…

I had never been so embarrassed in my life. I guess that it was probably just the kind of embarrassment that came with even being a fool in love. I could not help but send a silent chuckle my Clawdeen's way. I guess that it could have been a lot worse. At least, none of her friends were there to watch my embarrassing display of being distracted like an idiot, and neither was my friend, Deuce, for that matter. I would have died of embarrassment if any of them had been there with us.