Wow, okay, I'm sorry followers who read this chapter before I edited it. I didn't realize that using copy/paste thing to upload chapters not only took out all bold and italics but also every paragraph break. I won't use that again.

Sebastian drove Adalyn to her block, but parked down the road to her house. She crawled in through her open window, and listened to see if her parents were done fighting. They were. Adalyn breathed out a sigh of relief. She stepped out of her room and saw her mom wearily eating ice cream.

"Mom?"

Kathy looked up from her bowl. "Hi Adalyn. I'm sorry your father and I have some trouble getting along. I know its hard on you and your sister."

Adalyn sat down next to her mom. "Are you going to look for a new job?"

Kathy nodded. "I don't know what were going to do, Adalyn. Were tight on money, and with the divorce, I just don't know how it all can possibly work out." Adalyn looked over and saw her mother with tears in her eyes. Adalyn hugged her. Her mother sniffed. "I'm sorry. This isn't something for you to worry about. Your still young, you just worry about getting through high school."

Adalyn hated seeing her mother cry. It was one of the worst things in the world for her. She knew her parents loved her and her sibling and were doing the best they could. She just wished things werent the way they were.

Adalyn gave her mom one last pat before getting up to go to her room.

"Hey, Adalyn," her mom called after her. Adalyn turned around. "Make sure when you get older you find a good guy, like your father, and make sure you don't make the same mistakes I did. Its amazing how much a good marriage can help you." Toward the end she was smiling a bitter-sweet smile. Adalyn's thoughts flashed to Sebastian wiping away her tears in the car.

Adalyn balanced a book on her lap as she waited for Ericka to get to school. The brisk morning wind caused a chill to crawl under her thin sweater. The bell would ring to mark the start of school in ten minutes; Ericka should be there soon. Adalyn wished she would hurry. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to ignore the looming presence of Sebastian in the corner of her eye as the minutes ticked on. It didn't help that he kept glancing her way with those charcoal eyes, and like charcoal, even when his gaze was moved on, it left dark streaks on her brain that didn't go away. When she tried to wipe it clean, it just made a big, black, smudged mess that was even worse than what it was like before. She needed a distraction, and Lord of the Flies just wasn't cutting it.

Sebastian didn't understand why she was ignoring him. They weren't strangers; or at least from what he knew, strangers didn't make out in cars. But, then again, his knowledge in mundane culture was limited. Maybe that was just something that people did. He had had plenty of one night stands to know that people are perfectly capable of sharing intimate moments the night before and then never speaking again. He hoped that's not what she was planning on leaving they're interaction the night before as. He would be very disappointed in having to start all over again. Last night was a blessing of a chance he didn't plan on letting slip through his fingers. He saw her shiver, and wished she would let him give her his jacket or drape his arm around her shoulders. But she seemed insistent of pretending he wasn't there. He sighed. Stubborn bitch, she wasn't going to make this easy on him.

"Scary guy from science is staring at you again," Ericka announced as she dropped her bag down on the bench besides Adalyn. "I think you should talk to him, see what his problem is."

Shut up Ericka, Adalyn said, annoyed, in her head. Out loud she said, "he's just weird. I don't think there's any reason why he's staring at him. Besides, I feel like if I try to talk to him, he'll stab me or something." She doubted he would stab her if she tried to talk to him. He seemed so sweet the night before, but she just hoped that she could just drop the whole embarrassing encounter. Ericka got one of those evil gleams in her eye that made Adalyn feel an urge to run to the bathroom, by her self.

"I think he wants to fuck you," she said. He probably does, Adalyn thought, considering the passion which he kissed her last night. Adalyn decided that wasn't a train of thought she was willing to go down, because the thought of him fucking her wasn't gag-inducing, at all. She saw him look at her again.

"Well, that's too bad, because he's not getting anywhere near this," she gestured to herself. Ericka giggled a little and Adalyn hoped that her light tone would bring the discussion to an end.

"You don't think he's hot?" Ericka asked. Adalyn had to admit he was, not to mention what an exceptional kissing skills he possessed. "Because I would totally bang him if I got the chance."

Adalyn got the urge to strangle her dear friend. Goddammit Ericka! Honestly, let's not venture into this topic. "Can we not talk about this," Adalyn snapped, "please!"

Ericka put up her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I get it. Your inner girl is finally coming out thanks to our little terrifying science classmate and its scaring you. I know, I understand, fangirling is a costly hobby and can lead to many awkward situations, especially when youre fangirling over a guy who you know." Ericka just didn't know when to leave things alone, did she? "Ericka!" Ericka laughed. "Okay, sorry. We can drop it. I just couldn't resist."

"Thank you!"

Adalyn settled into her seat in first period, next to her table mate. There just was no getting away from him, was there? "Are you going to continue to ignore me still?" He asked as he pulled out his notebook. The bell hadn't rang yet. Adalyn didn't respond, or even acknowledge him. She pretended no one had sat down next to her yet. He made an irritated noise at the back of his throat. Adalyn waited until they had both gotten out all of their stuff and had sat in silence for a little longer before finally replying to his question. "Why can't you just be like a normal highschool boy and pretend I don't exist? Why can't you just be the typical teenage asshole and pretend nothing ever happened last night?"

He turned his head and looked straight at her, his pitch black eyes completely unreadable. Adalyn wanted to pull her gaze away but seemed to be trapped in his abyssal stare. "Let me just make one thing clear to help us for the future, I am not a typical highschool boy."

I am the prince of hell, the leader of a demon shadowhunter army, the son of Valentine and Lilith, a ruthless killer, and I will stop at nothing to get what I want, he added in his head. As fucking annoying she was being, he still didn't want to scare her off. He forced his true nature down and brought out the trained gentleman Valentine had perfected in him. He forced a smile on his lips.

"I really like you, Adalyn. I don't want us to be strangers." That's not what he truely wanted to say. He wanted to ask why she wouldn't just accept that he was who she belonged with, he wanted to ask her why she didn't appreciate how tender he had been with her last night, and it even flowed naturally, it wasnt forced. He wanted to yell at her and grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her and then kiss her breathless. However, none of that behavior was acceptable in a classroom. She sure turned out to be a challenge.

WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK IS GOING ON? He sure as hell wasn't a typical highschool boy. He must be faking it. "I really like you Adalyn, I don't want us to be strangers." Either he was an angel sent down to Earth to spread peace or Ericka was right and he did want to fuck her. She was thinking that the latter one was the more probable out of the two. She wasn't sure whether she should be flattered that he was so turned on by her that he would go through such great measures to get in her pants, or really, really terrified. Maybe he was a molester and that's where the ominous air around him came from. Whatever it was, she didn't want to sit next to him anymore. Also, she wished he would go back to whatever school he came from so he couldn't stare at her before school and at lunch and whenever else he could manage.

"You seem to like that quiet girl over there," Cameron said at lunch, snapping his attention away from Adalyn and back to his group.

"Pardon?" He asked.

"You're always staring at her. Do you like her or something?"

Sebastian pondered this for a moment. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Cameron snorted. "Why? You're completely out of her league. And even if she wasn't a nobody, there are so many hotter, and sluttier girls here. Sure, shes decent, but shes not, like, hot, like Gigi, and its going to be so much harder to get in her pants."

Sebastian met him with a steady gaze. "I don't want them. I want her."

Cameron shrugged. "You're really weird, you know that? You're always so formal, yet everyone feels like you're going to burn the school down if someone pushes you in the hallway. Like, who are you, James Bond?"

Sebastian slunk around his friend and pretended to shoot someone with a finger gun. "Yes," he responded. He was glad he had watched one of the movies once, so he at least knew what he was talking about. Cameron rolled his eyes. "Okay, whatever. Well, if you want to make the quiet nobody your Bond girl, go ahead."

Sebastian grinned. "You think it's weird I like her, don't you?"

"Very."

"Yeah," he felt his eyes drift over to Adalyn again, "I don't really understand it myself."

Cameron gave him a strange look. "Uh, okay. I don't really understand what you mean by that, but I'm going to pretend I do."

Sebastian knew he stuck out like a sore thumb, but he didn't really care. He fit in better than he thought he would, and it really didn't matter to him anyway what his highschool social status was. It wouldn't matter when he took over the world anyway.

"Oh my god! There you go again! You are like, obsessed. Really, just go talk to her." Cameron snapped himout out of his thoughts.

"I do talk to her. I sit next to her in English."

"That doesnt count."

Sebastian sighed in defeat. "What should I say?"

Cameron shrugged. "Whatever you want. Comment on her food, or her hair, or just sit down and say hi and let her do the talking."

Sebastian still looked uneasy. "I don't think she likes me." It was times like these when he hated his demon blood. He was grateful for the special abilities it gave him, along with the power, but it made him give off a sense of malice, which sometimes was helpful, and other times was a pain in the ass. It made it hard for him to make friends, and every time he messed up, which was a lot, again thanks to the black blood in his veins, it made it harder for people to forgive him. He didn't understand what he did wrong with Adalyn, or why she wants to pretend he doesnt exist. He was nice, and didn't let his true personality show. He was careful to make sure she only saw him at his best. Maybe that it. Maybe he overdid it and she can tell he's faking it. Maybe he should just tone it down a little, let flashes of who he really is show. But not completely let lose. He still didn't want to scare her away. "But, I guess I'll give it a shot."

"You ready for this Adalyn?" Ericka asked, mischievously. Adalyn was worried.

"Ready for what?" Considering the look in Ericka's eye, the answer would be no. Ericka seemed to be watching something behind her. Adalyn turned around and saw him. The nicest perverted molester she'd ever meet. Sebastian. He was walking toward her table.

Oh god.

He sat down next to her, and said something which caused her to want to run and hide for the rest of her life, something that made her want to shove him to the ground and stomp on him repeatedly, yet at the same time made her want to fling herself into his lap. He said something which would ring in her head forever. He said, "Hi."

"I have to go get some food," Ericka causally said while sliding out of her seat, about to leave Adalyn alone.

"I do to," Adalyn quickly said and tried to follow her, but Ericka pushed her down back in her seat.

"I'll get something for you." Ericka left her with him. Traitor.

"Are we pretending we never saw each other last night?" He asked.

Adalyn felt like she was about to pee her pants. She opened her mouth to speak, hesitantly at first, but once she got started the words seemed to tumble out of her mouth. "Look, I'm sorry. When I kissed you, it was just because it was late at night and I felt like I had to do something reckless. It didn't mean anything. And the whole memory is just embarrassing. I don't even let my family see me cry. Stop trying to bring it up."

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. "Really? You didn't feel anything, nothing at all toward me. I was just something for you to do." Adalyn felt her face heat up. This was jot going the way she wanted it to.

"I'm sorry. I should have just asked for you to take me home. It was stupid decision on a stupid night. I wasn't thinking straight. You know that, I was out wandering the streets at ten at night."

He leaned forward towards her. Even though there was a crowded, noisy cafeteria surrounding them, he felt like they were alone. "Are you sure about that."

Adalyn slammed her hands on the table. "Yes! Now would you please stop talking to me!"

His face was expressionless, his black eyes cold and unreadable. "Remember, you owe me. If I wasn't there you probably wouldn't be here right now."

Adalyn remembered only too well. "Okay, what do you want." He leaned back casually.

"I plan to collect my payment in conversation," he drawled. He was acting way to cocky, the sophisticated grace that surrounded him the other day in English gone. She had a feeling this was closer to the real him.

"I don't want to have a conversation with you." He ran a strand of her hair through his fingers. He had a feeling he was letting loose a little too much, but couldn't help it. It was so much more fun and comfortable to just be the real Sebastian Morgenstern.

"That's too bad," he said in a low voice. It scared her as much as it intrigued her.

Adalyn sighed. "Fine, what do you want to talk about?"

His eyes flashed. "Last night." Adalyn wasn't nearly as enthusiastic as him.

"Anything but that."

"Why you were roaming the streets at ten pm."

Adalyn stiffened. "And that."

He stretched. "Well, that's what I want to talk about, so its your choice which one."

Adalyn desperately wished Ericka would come back soon. It shouldn't take this long to buy something, but knowing Ericka, she probably never actually left and was just watching them from somewhere. "Why are you being such a bitch? Those are both uncomfortable topics for me, and I know you know that."

Sebastian grinned. "Actually, I'm not that interested in why you decided that late at night was a good time for your little walk. I just know you'd prefer to talk about what happened in the car with me than that." Adalyn glared at him.

"Asshole. I'm assuming you want to try and convince me that I actually feel something toward you, and it wasn't just a stupid decision late at night."

Sebastian nodded. "Correct."

"Why?"

His arrogant grin disappeared. He leaned in close. "I have my reasons," he said mysteriously.

"Was it because you felt something, and you don't want to feel like it was only you?" Adalyn pried.

Sebastian stayed close. "I know you felt it too. I can tell." Adalyn made a face. She was done with this conversation. He wasn't even playing prince charming anymore, and his tone suggested flat out malice.

"Well your wrong." She climbed out of her seat and spun away toward a quiet corner. She didn't stop her brisk walk until she got there. It was a little alleyway in between two buildings. The ground in the crevice itself was cement, but the opening was covered by plants. It was facing away from the cafeteria with the nosy counselors who prowled around looking for someone who didn't pick up their trash.

She stopped closed her eyes and leaned her head against the cool wall, hoping to clear her mind. Deep breath in, deep breath out. A voice disturbed her efforts to calm herself.

"It's not late at night now. You weren't running around on the streets by yourself. Your thinking straight."

Her eyes snapped open. Sebastian had followed her. Somehow she didn't hear his footsteps or sense his presence. She didn't know that that was the result of years of practice. His face was open and sincere, but she could tell it wasnt just a facade. "What?" She asked.

He took a step closer. "Theres nothing to blame your feelings on now."

He's going to kiss me.

She didn't respond. Her hands nervously played with her fingers. He moved closer. They were almost touching now. "If you still don't feel anything, then I'll stop bugging you." His voice had lowered. He placed a hand flat on the wall besides her ear.

He's going to kiss me.

And she let him. It wasn't anything like it was the night before, just a short peck on the lips, but she still felt the same tug to him awake just as strong as it had the night before. The same electricity sparked.

He watched her face. Her brown eyes were wide. "Was it just me," he breathed, "that felt that connection right there." Adalyn knew it wasn't just him. She couldn't believe how strong that spark was, especially for just a small kiss. But she didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

"Yes. I'd really prefer if you stopped staring at me."

She was a cruel little fucker, wasnt she.

Sebastian's face dropped. He was so sure that it wasn't just him. It couldn't be just him. He felt as if she just grabbed his heart, threw it on the ground, and played jump rope on it.

"Dogs are my favorite animal," she whispered out, as her brains strange way of apologizing.

Adalyn ducked under his arm and escaped, before her face could call out the truth.

Sebastian didn't follow Adalyn. He was still in shock. Once Adalyn was gone, he came to his senses and did a very Sebastian-y thing. He punched the cement wall so hard he left small cracks in it and could hear every individual bone in his hand break. He looked down at his bloodied knuckle uncomprehendingly, and then punched the wall again, and broke the rest of the remaining bones in his hand.

To love is to destroy.

Sebastian ditched the rest of his classes.

So did Adalyn.