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A/N: First of, happy Thanksgiving! Hope your turkey day is as good as mine will probably won't be! :D So, enjoy the fic!

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with SVTFOE, only my OC's and the idea for this particular story.

Monday, 3rd person PoV, with Michaels crew

"Ok, so, the plan is simple," Michael said to Ryan and Felix on their way to school the following Monday. "We integrate ourselves better than what we did last week, make some friends, and see what's going on in the school. See if there's anything that may cause concern for us."

"Ok," Felix said, "We went over this back on Eros Prime, we know the plan. What's changed now?" He questioned his leader.

"Well, the Diaz kid, and the Princess, for starters," Michael replied. They stopped when they were infront of the school.

"He's right you know, Felix," Ryan said. "Since the... incident, that happened Saturday night/ Sunday morning, we have to be sure that nothing will will cause damage any more than that princess dishes out. So, we mingle."

"Ugh, great," Felix griped. "I never like the kids on my original school, I don't think I'm gonna like them now."

"That's because you went to a top secret military school, that mutalated and exparimented on you till you became a Spartain, so, you can't talk about us normals, so, just deal with it." Michael said.

Ryan and Felix shared a look, but didn't say anything. He'll open up when he's ready to.

"So," Ryan started up again, "What are you gonna do about Marco Diaz?"

"Well... like I said, I'm gonna explain things to him," he said, walking away again. When he was sure that they were following, he said, "Don't wait up for me after school, I'm gonna be in detention, with Diaz. I'll explain things to him then... in fact, hold up." Before anyone could ask why, he flash stepped away, leaving behind a current of sudden jet stream, and two feet imprints on the ground. 2 minutes later, he appeared again with a sonic boom, and said, "There, everything is in place now, let's go to class."

Deciding to question what he was doing, the other two just shrugged it off and continued off to class.

Marco's PoV

Somehow, I feel that me and Star are growing as both friends and a couple. After the whole sleep spelling incident, we've both pretty much acknowledged that no matter what happens, we will always be friends. But that doesn't mean that I'm gonna try to make this relationship work to the best of my ability... if I can.

Needless to say, just being around her is intensely intoxicating. So after Saturday/Sunday night/morning I've been getting some... physical time with her. Don't get me wrong, my imagination does tend to run wild during those times, and my body get's a... reaction... shut up! I'm only human, and a 14 year old! Who wouldn't get like that?

But then I have to remind myself... she's a Princess! Capital P, the real, life, royalty extraordinaire! And if I end up messing up somehow... it will not end good, for the both of us. So I have to remind myself of my limitations, what I can and can't do. And doing something with that... reaction, falls into the can't do category.

And thinking back to what Star said on that roof, I don't think I have to worry about that too much. Who knows what might happen in the future?

I mean, seriously, can someone tell me? Cuz if so, they might have helped me avoid detention today.

"Mr. Diaz!" Principal Skeeves all but shouted. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

I don't know what happened, one second I'm walking down from 3rd period psychology, to 4th math, and the next, I stumble and crash into Skeeves, knocking us both down and having him spill the carton of com-po chicken over the both of us.

"Um, but- but I," he held is hand up to stop my spluttering mess of an excuse.

"I don't care Diaz!" He yelled. "All I care about is that you ruined my mid morning meal, and ruined a 300 dollar suit! Now, detention after school, and cafeteria duty until you have worked off enough to pay for the suit. Now, off to class with you, you're late."

Leaving me in the hallway wondering what exactly just happened, I numbly walk to the bathroom to quickly wash up, and strip my hoodie. Feeling that it won't be lean enough, I get an extra trash bag from a passing janitor, I wrap my hoodie in it and stuff it into my backpack.

Walking in 5 minutes late, and earning an irritable gripe from Ms. Skullnick, I take my seat next to Star. Quickly filling her in during free work time, she says all disgusted, "Ugh! Why did he have to do that? And working for these brats during lunch time! We barely get enough time to ourselves as it is!"

I blush a little when she said that, but I said, "It's only for an hour Star, and then I'll go straight home, promis, ok?" Pouting a little, she nods. "Ok, so, we'll spend lunch together? Right?" She nods again. "Good, now, let's get through class."

Then, after spending a quiet lunch with each other, and getting through the rest of the classes, I wait outside with her before she gets on the bus home. "So, are you sure you'll be alright? I can get us out of here and we can go dimension hopping!" She says, sing song, and pulls out her scissors. She waves them like their a temptation to him.

I chuckle a bit, "Sorry Star," is ay, pushing her scissors back to her. "But, you know I got a perfect record to keep up."

"Your records are boring!" She pouted, folding her arms. "Oh, I'm Marco Diaz!" She imitates me, "I have the record for most perfect attendance records, my clothes are always finely pressed, my hair is always neatly parted. BLa bla bla Pttt," she ended her little rant with a raspberry.

I laughed, and closed in to give her a hug and kiss. "Get to your bus, Princess. You're gonna miss it." She nods but before she goes, I pull her in close and whisper in her ear, "I love you, Mariposa Estrella," and give her a lingering kiss on the lips.

Her eyes go wide and I smile and turn around. "I love you too!" She shouts and heads for the bus.

With my heart fluttering, I make my way towards the detention room. Inside it, I see Janna, and a short Mexican boy I've never seen before. Thinking that I still want to get inside my house, and maybe a slurpee on the way, I opt to sit next to the boy. Janna pouts a bit, but shrugs it off. Just then, Mr. Blakely walks in. "Hello students, I'll be the monitor for your detention. You have an hour before it's over, I don't care what you do. Just keep it down, and do something productive." He then sits behind the desk and pulls out a motorcycle magazine.

Shrugging to myself, I put out my math homework and get to working on it, knocking it out in 10 minutes. With nothing else to do, I pull out a book and begin reading. 2 minutes into that though, I feel like someone's watching me, I look over to see not only Janna watchin me out of the corner of her eyes, but also that the new kid openly staring at me.

Feelling slightly put off, I say, "Uh, can I help you?"

He double takes, and says, "Sorry, was I staring?" I nod, instinctually folding my arms into myself. "Sorry, I was just thinking of some things to say. I'm uh, new around here."

"Right, I gather that, I've never seen you before." He extends his hand, "I'm Michael," he says. I take it and shake, "Marco."

"Uh, yeah, I know. You're kind of popular around here."

"I am?" I say surprised.

"Yeah, that "epic fight" that people are calling it now? It's all over the news feed around school!"

"News feed?"

"Oh, uh, you know. All the gossip circles that goes around here? Rumors, gossip, dark legends, that sort of stuff."

"Uh, right... I'm not really too familiar with all of that. I'm not in any of those circles, you know?" I say chuckling slightly.

"Well, you don't really have to be. But it pays to keep an ear to the ground. A snippet here, a whisper there, and pretty soon you can piece together a picture of what's happening around here."

"Yeah, well," I say trying to come up with something clever. "Aren't roomers kind of out stretched?"

He laughs a bit, "Well, yeah, that's why you don't take anything at face value until you know the absolute truth," he picks up a fedora out of seemingly nowhere and throws it in the air and catches it on his head.

I openly laugh at that, and say, "What are you, a detective or something?"

He just smiles, and says, "Or something."

Laughing again, I ask, "So, what are you in here for?"

"Oh, I punched this dude named Lars into some lockers," he says smiling sheepishly.

That wiped the laughter off of my face, "You... you did that?"

"Hmm," he looks back at me, "Yeah I did, why does that surprise you?"

For the first time I take in his appearance. He's about as tall as Star, half a head shorter than me, curly black hair, brown eyes, skin the color of rich soil, and bags under his eyes, like he hasn't slept for days. He's wearing a brown shirt underneath an opened button up red and white plad long sleeve, fitting jeans and black shoes.

"Uh, kind of, yeah," I say.

"Another lesson Mr. Diaz," he says chuckling a bit, "Never judge a book by it's cover."

Looking at him in shock, all I could all I could manage to do is nod.

"Now, there is something else I need to talk to you about, Marco," he says, all humor leaving him. "It involves you, and the Princess of Mewni."

Suddenly getting defencive, I say, "What about it?"

"Oh, don't worry!" He says, waving his hands a bit, "It's nothing bad!... Well, maybe it might be, it's kind of complicated, I'll be able to explain it better somewhere else, it's not exactly safe here."

Thinking quickly, he's a mysterious person, who knows about me and Star, I mean, everyone does, but he seems... different. Thing is though, I can't tell if he's a good or bad different, and... I need to stall so I can warn Star. "Well, we have a half hour left here, so, maybe you can explain it to me now?" I suggest.

"Oh right, that!" He says as if he remembered something. He then snaps his fingers and Mr. Blakely's head snaps up.

"Okay, people, times up. Go home," He gets up and walks out the door.

Thinking quickly, I shoot up, grab my backpack and book, and run out of there. I make it to the front of the school, and then skid to a stop when I find him standing on the front steps with his arms folded. "Well," he says, "that was rude."

Taking a defencive stance, I say, "Who are you!?"

He makes his hands do a 'settle down' gesture and says, "Woah, woah, chill dude. All will be explained, like I said, it's not safe here."

"Why?" I say, almost snarling at him.

"Because of that Shadow behind you, duck!"

"What?" I say surprised, then he's right in front of me, grabbing me by the upper arm and throwing me over his shoulder, on my way over though, I catch a glimpse of something... odd. Then, all of a sudden the world blurred, and a whooshing sound could be heard, and then I was at the bottom of the steps. Catching my breath, he sets me back on my feet. "W-wh-what was that?" I say, gasping at air.

"I flash stepped us away from that," he points to the thing at the top of the stares. It's like it came out of a nightmare. It was about 7 feet tall, made of inky blackness, and seemed to be held together by static, as the edges were grainy and shfty, some of it floating away like dust particles.

Once again, I stare at the boy next to me, he's digging round his back pack. And once again, I say, "Who are you?" Not unlike I did to Star the first time we met.

He says, "No time now, here," he brings out something that's covered in cloth, and an all too familiar feeling takes over me. "Where... where did you get that!?" I all but scream at him.

He looks up to me, and just shakes his head. He stands straight, and says, "Do you want to ask questions, or do you want to survive?

End Chapter 15

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, holidays are a bitch to handle. :P So, anyway, read, review, and favorite, this has been Bigmike33321 Signing off! *BOOP*