A Changing Personality.

Ok, so I'm posting a new story on Wattpad! My other one kinda failed.....ANYWAY, this one has a completely different story line! And it's set in modern times, but with a twist! Enjoy!

Prologue

"Lailah? Lailahhhh?" My mum calls up to me.
"We need to speak to you!" my dad shouts.
I begrudgingly tear myself away from my marble balcony, and make my way downstairs, where my parents are waiting for me.
Once again, glares are exchanged before I cave in, and sit down on the plush red leather couch.
"Lailah," my mum begins, "this…this behaviour issue has gotten out of hand."
"And that is why," my dad fills in, "we are sending you to Sais boarding school."
I couldn't think, I couldn't speak. I just sat there, sinking deeper and deeper into unwillingness.
But my brain clicked. And I realised what they had just said.
"I hate you, I HATE you!" I screamed myself senseless at my parents. Then I transformed to begging.
"Please, please, don't make me go. I promise I will improve!"
But I knew it would do no good. They had tried everything. Counsellors, doctors, even lawyers! But nothing had helped. I guess this was my last chance to make something out of my life.
"I'm so sorry baby, so sorry, but it's for the best."
My mum hugged me once, and then they made their leave, and left me crying and powerless on the floor, my mascara leaving vines on my face.

Chapter 1

I woke up with a pounding headache and glossy eyes.
Oh yes. Today was the day that I moved to Sais Boarding School. I have to go to a snobby posh boarding school, without knowing anybody.
Wonderful.
'Ah well,' I thought to myself 'might as well get on with finishing the packing.'
Half an hour later, I had finished packing my bags. To be exact, I was taking 23 tops, 10 pairs of trousers, 5 hats, 19 pairs of shoes, and other clothing necessities.
And also, to be exact, I was leaving at 9:34.
I glanced at my wall clock.
9:24.
Crap.
Quickly, I threw on an off-the-shoulder t-shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans.
I also applied some mascara, foundation and clear lip gloss, after brushing my teeth.
Finally I ran my straighteners over my hair.
And remembered to pack all of that into my bags too.
I took one last look around my room.
My family were quite rich; they were the founders of the party company: Party Rach.
So we had a pretty nice house.
And I know it sounds self-centred, but I should say mansion. Not house.
My room consisted of one black wall, the rest white. My bedding was a zebra pattern, also black and white, and it covered a huge king bed, which rested against my back wall, accessible from both sides, as it was placed in the middle. I had two wardrobes, both slashed cleaned of clothes, as was my chest of drawers. My En-Suite was to the right of my bedroom door. It was gorgeous. The tiled walls were also black and white, with a shower and bath built in one. It also had a black toilet and black marble sink.
Yes, as you may notice, I'm not a very girlie girl. I like to do it like a dude.
I sighed, and, before I began to shift my suitcases downstairs, I stashed my pocket knife in my jeans.
You never know what will happen.
Especially when Lailah Pierce is around.

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At 9:33, my bags were stashed into the car, and it was time to leave.
I hugged my little sister goodbye. Her name was Cassie, and she was the cutest little two year-old you had ever seen.
Next was my twin brother, Chace, who was 16, like me. He was the one who stole the girls hearts. Heaven knows why. But I loved him, he was the best brother, always taking the over-protective role to the extreme.
"Bye you guys," I said to Chace and Cassie, "I'll miss you two, and I'll visit, but I'm pretty sure that I'll still be the way I am now when I come back."
Chace rolled his eyes at me, but it was something we did as a joke.
"See ya sis, have fun out there. Jeez, I wish I could go. But unlike you, I'm a good student." He smirked playfully, and I returned the favour by fake glaring back, but he knew I was joking.
"Bye Bye Wailah!" Cassie said. Aww! She was too cute!
"Bye Cassie! Remember what I taught you! Use it with your friends ok?" I was talking about the handshake that I taught her.
"Wes!" she replied.
I smiled at Chace, basically saying: 'I don't ever want her to grow up!'.
"Well, I gotta go now," I said, hearing my dad honking the car horn. And boy was it loud. "See y'all later! Take care!"
As I began to walk away, I heard Cassie begin to cry, and then being soothed by Chase.
That dampened my mood immediately, it broke my heart to keep walking away, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to leave if I didn't now.
I walked out of the door and closed it behind me.

Chapter 2

~Recount~

As I began to walk away, I heard Cassie begin to cry, and then being soothed by Chase.
That dampened my mood immediately, it broke my heart to keep walking away, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to leave if I didn't now.
I walked out of the door and closed it behind me.

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The car journey was awkward, to say the least. All we did was listen to my dads 80's songs.
After about 3 hours, we finally pulled into the gates of Sais Boarding School.
My parents bid goodbye to me from the car, leaving me to try and juggle 3 suitcases. Yes I know, they're lovely, right?
"Love you!" I called out, as they drove away, and turned to face the main building.
I had to admit: it was damn fine.
The walls were white marble, showing off the suns glare. There were a pair of massive brown oak doors, coupled with big brass handles. At the top of the building, there was a huge clock, all of the numbers imprinted in black onto the cool marble, with the hands ticking around it. On either side of the main building were two other buildings, the same design as the main school, but one about 2/3 of the size, and the other about 1/5. These must be where the dorms are.
As I struggled closer to the white marbled building, on the other two, I noticed two words.
'Nelphina' on the larger one, and 'Morges' on the smaller.
However, strangely enough, the words weren't in English, but I managed to understand them.
In the end I just shrugged it off.
'Must be an ancestors language that I have inherited.' I silently decided.
I made my way over to the section that had 'Administration' imprinted above it's door.
I walked in, leaving my bags outside.
As I began to walk up to the desk, hands appeared on my hips, and I stopped. It felt like electricity was shooting through me, just from this beings touch.
"Hey there gorgeous," a voice purred in my ear.
I couldn't speak or move, just stood there.
"I'll show ya around," the same voice almost cooed.
Finally, I remembered the art of speech.
"Oh, th...thanks, but I really need to get my schedule."
I couldn't believe it.
Me, Lailah Pierce, Waterloo High's own Mrs Player, stuttering over a stupid guy.
Wow, I'm out of practise.
"Ok, I'll be waiting outside. I can't wait."
Just as I turned around, he did too.
Great, I don't even get a look at my new major crush.
I collected my schedule from the office lady, as she smiled warmly at me, informed me where I would be staying, and reassured me that I could come to her with any questions.
I regained myself, forced a flirty expression onto my face, and confidently strutted out of the office.
Mr. Hotty was standing leaning up against a wall.
And boy did his name suit him.
He had dark brown hair, which occasionally fell into his eyes. He was tall, very tall, about 6' 4", which made him that bit sexier. He had almost grey eyes, and perfect lips. He was wearing low slung jeans, and a '911 for girls' t-shirt, which showed his perfectly toned abs off amazingly. All in all, he was gorgeous, but you could tell that he was Mr. Player, and one to not let touch your heart.
Once I was done looking at him, I touched my chin and lips, making sure I hadn't drooled.
But then I noticed something.
He was checking me out too.
I smirked. And then relaxed.
My confidence had returned.
I sauntered up to him.
"Hey," he said oh-so-casually, what seemed like lust filling his face.
"Hey," I responded just as calmly, "so, whats your name?"
"Me?" he asked. I nearly burst out laughing. It was a duh thing, and I felt like saying 'No Sh*t Sherlock'. But I refrained myself.
"My name is Blake, Blake Tyson, beautiful girl. And yours?" he seemed a bit disappointed, as I didn't show any response to him calling me 'Beautiful Girl'.
"Mines Lailah Pierce. Nice to meet you," I said, hurrying to change the Prologue

"Lailah? Lailahhhh?" My mum calls up to me.
"We need to speak to you!" my dad shouts.
I begrudgingly tear myself away from my marble balcony, and make my way downstairs, where my parents are waiting for me.
Once again, glares are exchanged before I cave in, and sit down on the plush red leather couch.
"Lailah," my mum begins, "this…this behaviour issue has gotten out of hand."
"And that is why," my dad fills in, "we are sending you to Sais boarding school."
I couldn't think, I couldn't speak. I just sat there, sinking deeper and deeper into unwillingness.
But my brain clicked. And I realised what they had just said.
"I hate you, I HATE you!" I screamed myself senseless at my parents. Then I transformed to begging.
"Please, please, don't make me go. I promise I will improve!"
But I knew it would do no good. They had tried everything. Counsellors, doctors, even lawyers! But nothing had helped. I guess this was my last chance to make something out of my life.
"I'm so sorry baby, so sorry, but it's for the best."
My mum hugged me once, and then they made their leave, and left me crying and powerless on the floor, my mascara leaving vines on my face.

Chapter 1

I woke up with a pounding headache and glossy eyes.
Oh yes. Today was the day that I moved to Sais Boarding School. I have to go to a snobby posh boarding school, without knowing anybody.
Wonderful.
'Ah well,' I thought to myself 'might as well get on with finishing the packing.'
Half an hour later, I had finished packing my bags. To be exact, I was taking 23 tops, 10 pairs of trousers, 5 hats, 19 pairs of shoes, and other clothing necessities.
And also, to be exact, I was leaving at 9:34.
I glanced at my wall clock.
9:24.
Crap.
Quickly, I threw on an off-the-shoulder t-shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans.
I also applied some mascara, foundation and clear lip gloss, after brushing my teeth.
Finally I ran my straighteners over my hair.
And remembered to pack all of that into my bags too.
I took one last look around my room.
My family were quite rich; they were the founders of the party company: Party Rach.
So we had a pretty nice house.
And I know it sounds self-centred, but I should say mansion. Not house.
My room consisted of one black wall, the rest white. My bedding was a zebra pattern, also black and white, and it covered a huge king bed, which rested against my back wall, accessible from both sides, as it was placed in the middle. I had two wardrobes, both slashed cleaned of clothes, as was my chest of drawers. My En-Suite was to the right of my bedroom door. It was gorgeous. The tiled walls were also black and white, with a shower and bath built in one. It also had a black toilet and black marble sink.
Yes, as you may notice, I'm not a very girlie girl. I like to do it like a dude.
I sighed, and, before I began to shift my suitcases downstairs, I stashed my pocket knife in my jeans.
You never know what will happen.
Especially when Lailah Pierce is around.

***********************

At 9:33, my bags were stashed into the car, and it was time to leave.
I hugged my little sister goodbye. Her name was Cassie, and she was the cutest little two year-old you had ever seen.
Next was my twin brother, Chace, who was 16, like me. He was the one who stole the girls hearts. Heaven knows why. But I loved him, he was the best brother, always taking the over-protective role to the extreme.
"Bye you guys," I said to Chace and Cassie, "I'll miss you two, and I'll visit, but I'm pretty sure that I'll still be the way I am now when I come back."
Chace rolled his eyes at me, but it was something we did as a joke.
"See ya sis, have fun out there. Jeez, I wish I could go. But unlike you, I'm a good student." He smirked playfully, and I returned the favour by fake glaring back, but he knew I was joking.
"Bye Bye Wailah!" Cassie said. Aww! She was too cute!
"Bye Cassie! Remember what I taught you! Use it with your friends ok?" I was talking about the handshake that I taught her.
"Wes!" she replied.
I smiled at Chace, basically saying: 'I don't ever want her to grow up!'.
"Well, I gotta go now," I said, hearing my dad honking the car horn. And boy was it loud. "See y'all later! Take care!"
As I began to walk away, I heard Cassie begin to cry, and then being soothed by Chase.
That dampened my mood immediately, it broke my heart to keep walking away, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to leave if I didn't now.
I walked out of the door and closed it behind me.

Chapter 2

~Recount~

As I began to walk away, I heard Cassie begin to cry, and then being soothed by Chase.
That dampened my mood immediately, it broke my heart to keep walking away, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to leave if I didn't now.
I walked out of the door and closed it behind me.

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The car journey was awkward, to say the least. All we did was listen to my dads 80's songs.
After about 3 hours, we finally pulled into the gates of Sais Boarding School.
My parents bid goodbye to me from the car, leaving me to try and juggle 3 suitcases. Yes I know, they're lovely, right?
"Love you!" I called out, as they drove away, and turned to face the main building.
I had to admit: it was damn fine.
The walls were white marble, showing off the suns glare. There were a pair of massive brown oak doors, coupled with big brass handles. At the top of the building, there was a huge clock, all of the numbers imprinted in black onto the cool marble, with the hands ticking around it. On either side of the main building were two other buildings, the same design as the main school, but one about 2/3 of the size, and the other about 1/5. These must be where the dorms are.
As I struggled closer to the white marbled building, on the other two, I noticed two words.
'Nelphina' on the larger one, and 'Morges' on the smaller.
However, strangely enough, the words weren't in English, but I managed to understand them.
In the end I just shrugged it off.
'Must be an ancestors language that I have inherited.' I silently decided.
I made my way over to the section that had 'Administration' imprinted above it's door.
I walked in, leaving my bags outside.
As I began to walk up to the desk, hands appeared on my hips, and I stopped. It felt like electricity was shooting through me, just from this beings touch.
"Hey there gorgeous," a voice purred in my ear.
I couldn't speak or move, just stood there.
"I'll show ya around," the same voice almost cooed.
Finally, I remembered the art of speech.
"Oh, th...thanks, but I really need to get my schedule."
I couldn't believe it.
Me, Lailah Pierce, Waterloo High's own Mrs Player, stuttering over a stupid guy.
Wow, I'm out of practise.
"Ok, I'll be waiting outside. I can't wait."
Just as I turned around, he did too.
Great, I don't even get a look at my new major crush.
I collected my schedule from the office lady, as she smiled warmly at me, informed me where I would be staying, and reassured me that I could come to her with any questions.
I regained myself, forced a flirty expression onto my face, and confidently strutted out of the office.
Mr. Hotty was standing leaning up against a wall.
And boy did his name suit him.
He had dark brown hair, which occasionally fell into his eyes. He was tall, very tall, about 6' 4", which made him that bit sexier. He had almost grey eyes, and perfect lips. He was wearing low slung jeans, and a '911 for girls' t-shirt, which showed his perfectly toned abs off amazingly. All in all, he was gorgeous, but you could tell that he was Mr. Player, and one to not let touch your heart.
Once I was done looking at him, I touched my chin and lips, making sure I hadn't drooled.
But then I noticed something.
He was checking me out too.
I smirked. And then relaxed.
My confidence had returned.
I sauntered up to him.
"Hey," he said oh-so-casually, what seemed like lust filling his face.
"Hey," I responded just as calmly, "so, whats your name?"
"Me?" he asked. I nearly burst out laughing. It was a duh thing, and I felt like saying 'No Crap Sherlock'. But I refrained myself.
"My name is Blake, Blake Tyson, beautiful girl. And yours?" he seemed a bit disappointed, as I didn't show any response to him calling me 'Beautiful Girl'.
"Mines Lailah Pierce. Nice to meet you," I said, hurrying to change the subject. Introductions are always so awkward.
"So, I'm dorming in the Morges building. Think you could show me there? My room is 276."
The best way to get a guy wrapped around your little is finger is to act interested, but actually have them do everything for you. It makes them feel like a gentleman, which they think impresses you, which then entices them into you even more.
It works every time.
"Sure beautiful girl, right this way. Actually, the dorms aren't split in the Morges section, so
I'm just two doors away from you!" Blake said, winking and walking off, taking all three of my bags. See what I mean? He's trying to impress me.
But, as much as I hate to admit it, he is, and already has impressed me.
Things are about to get a lot more interesting.

So, this is it! My new story! Please feedback, it would be amazing. And sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes there might be.

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Chapter 3
~Recount~
But, as much as I hate to admit it, he is, and already has impressed me.
Things are about to get a lot more interesting.

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On the way, Blake and I talked about lots of different things, ranging from family to sports. He seemed like a really nice guy...except for the Mr. Player mask.
Finally, we got to the Morges dorms, and he help open the door for me, AS WELL as carrying three suitcases! Woah, this guy is fit!
I entered, and gasped. It was beautiful.
Every square meter or so, there was a shining chandelier. The ceiling was painted in delicate swirls and spirals. The walls were the same as the ceiling, combined with the floor being black marble. There were corridors everywhere you looked, but the thing that stood out the most was the stairs. They were white marble, with then a red carpet pressed onto each stair with a metal pole in the corners.
I could only think:
'How much did it cost to send me here?'.
I managed to snap out of my reverie, and said to Blake,
"Shall we get going? By my room number, I suppose my dorm is upstairs?"
"Yeah, let's go," he said in that silky voice of his.
He led me upstairs, through a couple of corridors, and then finally stopped at room 276.
"Here we are," he announced, pushing the door open for me.
Just as I stepped in, I heard a girlie screech.
"BLAKEY BEAR!" a female voice practically screamed.
A whizz of blonde and the smell of peroxide flew past me, and latched itself onto Blake.
"Hey babe," Blake said rather awkwardly, looking at me, apologising.
Blondie then grabbed Blakes face, and literally sucked his face off.
Finally, Blake broke free, and just held Blondie with an arm around her waist.
Blondie really was quite pretty, but in a cheerleader kind of way.
Her dyed-blonde, straight hair came down to about mid-chest. She had blue eyes, and was quite short, with legs so thin they could have been bean poles. It was obvious she wore make-up
In fact, too much of it, it was so obvious, that there wasn't actually any point in wearing some, because it looked worse with it than without. Blondie was wearing a mini skirt (and I mean MINI), with just a top, but it was see through, so you could easily see her bra.
"Lailah, this is Brittany. Brittany this is Lailah, your new roomie."
Brittany glared daggers at me, but I returned the favour.
We had a tiny competition, before she gave up, and turned to Blake.
"Whyyyyy?" she moaned, "I like having this place to myself. But now that I have this jerk-face here, I can't-" she was cut off by me.
"Hey you," I went right up to her, and pushed her hard, causing her to stagger some, "you wanna say that to me?"
"Well actually," she paused to think. Good god, is she really this thick?
"I'm taking that as a no. You had better watch out cow, because I'm nothing but trouble."
I gave her one, last hard push for good measure, smiled sweetly at Blake, and then strutted over to my quarters.
At least I sleep in a different room to Blondie.
I went into my room, and gasped. It was beautiful.
There were, once again, swirls on the walls, but this time, they were red, and the background was black marble. There was a red, luxurious carpet too, and right in the middle was a huge king sized bed, almost exactly like the one from home. My parents must have told them, because decorating the bed was a zebra duvet thrown over it.
In the corner, there was a chest of drawers, to the side there was a dresser, and next to my bed was a little bedside cabinet.
I admired my room a little longer, before deciding to go out into the dorm lounge.
Blonde was there, staring stubbornly at the plasma tv.
No Blake.
'This is going to be fun,' I sarcastically thought to myself.
"Hey Blondie," I called.
No answer.
"Hey Blondie," I called again.
Still no reply.
"Hey Blondie!" I yelled.
And she flinched, causing me to smirk.
"You wanna tell me what you told Blake?"
"What?" Wish. I was right. She really is thick.

Brittanys (Blondies) P.O.V.

"You wanna tell me what you told Blake?" What did she mean?
"What?" I replied, finally taking in her features.
She was pretty, but no way good enough to be in my clique.
She had naturally blonde hair that fell to about mid-chest, but it seemed like it had light blonde highlights. She had elegant lips, and was quite short; about 5' 3". She was wearing an off-the-shoulder t-shirt and some skinny jeans, but not nearly enough make-up. Hell, you could barely see it.
"I said: you...wanna...tell...me..." she emphasised every symbol as if I were a dummy.
"Yes, yes," I snapped, "I'm not stupid. I just meant, I didnt say anything to Blake."
"Liar," she muttered, walking away, "I've always hated liars. Especially peroxided blonde ones, with too much make-up on, and go by the name of Brittany."
That got my blood boiling.
I jumped up, and, quick as a flash, got her pressed up against the kitchen wall, my arm on her throat.
"Take…that…back," I said slowly.
Suddenly, she surprised me, by grabbing the arm that was on her throat, twisting it, so that I was pressed up against the wall instead.
"I think not," she countered.
Lailah then pressed a knife into my throat.
And something I never thought would happen actually did.
Lailah Pierces eyes turned orange.
I raised my eyebrows.
Seems like Lailah Pierce is special after all.

Wowies! Haha chapter 3 already! Sp please read and comment! On my original, I have a bit of swearing. But I thought it would be best if I left it out, as I would probs get silenced have fun! Happy KaW-inf

 

Chapter 4

~Recount~

Lailah then pressed a knife into my throat.
And something I never thought would happen actually did.
Lailah Pierces eyes turned orange.
I raised my eyebrows.
Seems like Lailah Pierce is special after all.

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Brent's P.O.V (AN. By the way, I am DEFINITELY not a guy, so
I don't know how their brains work! Sorry!)

Damn, that girl is hot.

She's gonna be a prize. A prize for one of the guys. Someone to show off.

Suddenly, a low growl emitted from deep in throat.
'Shes mine' flashed through my mind.

What is wrong with me? I've got a girlfriend, and a damn sexy one at that!

Once I got outside, I spotted my normal lunch table, and jogged over to it.

"Hey bro," my best mate, Nick, said.

"Hey," I replied back nonchalantly.

"You seen that new girl? She's damn fine," commented Zak, "I bet she's gonna give Brittany a run for her mon..." he trailed off after the death glare I gave him.

"You think I appreciate that? Brittany is my GIRLFRIEND! So," I continued, walking up to him, "shut that big mouth of yours, or I might have to do it for you."

"Sorry man. I was just saying that..."

"Well DON'T!" I roared.

I glared once more at Zak, and then stalked off, successfully having caught the whole schools attention.

But secretly, I didn't care about Brittany. I never had. Never will.

I knew who I cared about.

***

Lailah's P.O.V

After our little 'accident', Brittany had stormed out, claiming that she was 'going to find Blakey Bear'.

I couldn't help myself.

I burst out laughing. So hard, I actually doubled over.

She glared me daggers, before running off in her stilettos, like the cow she is.

I took this chance to chillax on the plush couch, when suddenly the door opened.

In walked a tall guy. He was muscular, so much so, that his shirt was strained at the sleeves. He had dark, almost black eyes, with oak brown hair. He had perfect lips, and a slightly crooked nose, probably from fights. He was wearing dark jeans with an 'Eating is Cheating' t-shirt on.

Just my type.

Suddenly I blushed, and touched my chin to make sure I hadn't been drooling.

"Hey," he said, his voice low, but luscious at the same time.

"Hey," I replied back.

"My names Nick."

I stood up as he began to walk towards me, consequently, he held out his hand.

"I'm Lailah," I replied, while shaking hands with him.

How could one pair of eyes be so black?

"So, may I ask," I started, "what exactly are you doing in my room?"

He blushed a cute pink, and scratched the back of his neck, after letting my hand go.

"Well…I…uh…"

"Oh, don't worry!" I assured him, "I was just curious. But lemme take a wild guess…you wanted to have a good time?"

His blush went from pink to red.

"Well…I…" and then he sighed, "yeah. That's exactly it."

"Well," I said in a seductive voice, going up close to him. "What's there to be ashamed about? And I'm pretty sure I could give you what you want, huh?" I ran a hand up and down his chest. But it felt strange. He felt so cold underneath my finger tips.

I was only playing with him. It was actually quite funny as he seemed to be stunned by me. But I just know how to woo the guys.

Just as I was about to say something naughty, I heard the door opening. So I rolled my eyes, and sat back down, before looking who was at the door.

And sighed, before rolling my eyes again.

Trust the queen bee-with-an-itch to ruin it.

Her blue eyes looked between us, as if trying to work out what was going on.

But it was obvious she didn't see anything, as she huffed, walked in, pulling 'Blakey Bear' behind her.

I sniggered, earning me a glare from Blondie, a confused look from Blake (which I shrugged off), and an agreeing smirk from Nick, saying that he thought the same as me.

Blake sat down next to me, and Blondie then sat on his lap, almost straddling him.

I cleared my throat.

"Blondie and Blakey Bear. If you want a room to do some dry humping, by all means use Blondie. Or," I said, taking out a camcorder from under my arm, "I could totally film you guys, and put you on a sex site."

I checked the screen.

"Oh, wait sorry. I already have." I finished, smiling sweetly at them.

Nick laughed so hard, tears actually began to swell in his eyes.

"Wanna take a look?" I asked everyone, already starting up my laptop.

Blondie was in shock (at least she wasn't screeching something at me), and Blake was just staring at me. Whether it was with want and lust for me, or in shock like Brittany, or maybe I had something on my face, I didn't know.

Finally, my laptop loaded, and I logged onto my favourite dirty website. I clicked on the video with Brittany on Blakes lap, his arms on her back under her top, obviously trying to undo her bra clasp.

Nick was still laughing hysterically, Brittany, well you could see she was gearing up for another temper tantrum. Blakes eyes narrowed slightly, and I was smiling triumphantly.

***

After a while, Nick had left, claiming he had coursework to do. Brittany had just stormed out, without a second glance at either me or Blake. So it was just us two.

'Excellent' I silently said. 'Time for some guy-fooling'.

"So," I said casually, sitting down on the plush couch.

"So," he replied, and then laughed humourlessly. "Sorry about Brittany. She's just a bit protective of me and her room I suppose. She has never had to live with anyone, all of the staff are afraid of her tantrums, so they just let her dorm on her own." He sat down next to me.

"That's ok," I said, laughing in the same way. "I would say 'I'm sure she'll be ok soon', but I'm not sure that she will."

"You got that right," he replied. "So, what state are you from?"

"Oh," I said, choosing my words carefully, "well, I'm actually from Canada."

I was being careful, because in previous times, I have ended up in a bit of trouble. E.g. prison and police, you can guess the rest. So I was keeping a low profile. I wasn't even from Canada.

"Really? That's cool." he said, our conversation turning into nothingness.

I shuffled a bit closer to him, but he didn't seem to notice. Ok, phase two.

I picked up the tv remote, and flicked the programme onto 'Dating in the Dark', before putting it down, and letting my arm rest against his.

And then I gasped.

When we touched, it was like fire was spreading through my body. When Nick and I touched, it felt like there were daggers of ice coming at me from every angle.

Both were surprisingly pleasant though.

Blake stiffened, and instantly, I knew he was feeling the same thing.

Suddenly, sharply, almost painfully, he turned his head towards me.

And yet again, I gasped.

His grey eyes flashed a bright green.

Before he ducked his head to kiss me.

Wow! Another chapter! Anyway, please feedback on my feedback post. Idk how to get my story famous. Please wall me for any ideas! Like the KaW Chronicles! They're amazing!
I'm gonna start doing a Book of the Chapter. Basically, just a book that I recommend, for every chapter.
Ok so, this Book of the Chapter is Fallen by Lauren Kate. I love her style of writing! Fallen is the first book, then the second is Torment, and finally, the last one, Passion, is coming out in Summer 2011! Can't wait! Try them out, they're amazing. I finished Fallen and Torment in 3 days altogether I couldn't put it down.
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WOW OK! I meant Blakes P.O.V! Not Brents!

 

"Lailah? Lailah? Wake up!"

I jolted awake to the sound of my voice being called. Being called by Blake.

"What…what happened?"

I groaned, as my head continuously pounded.

"Brittany was annoyed at you, so she threw the television remote you. It hit you right in the head, and you passed out. Then you woke up, about 2 minutes later. You wanted to go back to sleep, but you had a concussion, so I couldn't let you. But in the end, I let you sleep. It's the morning now, about 7 am."

"Oh…" that explains the headache.

Suddenly, a furious blush lit up my cheeks. My dream. So...oh! So I must've passed out just after I put the video on the website.

I went deep into thought.

'I wonder if I could replay my dream.'

I found the remote, it was by my feet, as I was curled up on the sofa.

I grabbed it, switched the channel to some crappy tatoo programme, and put the remote down, purposely resting my arm against his.

He stiffened, and kept his eyes glued on the screen, his jaw set in a hard line.

I smirked. Guys are so gullible.

But my eyes widened in shock.

My arm was burning, smouldering, scorching, the heat searing through the thin layer of material between us.

I gasped quietly, and pulled my arm away, before discreetly moving the blanket that was over me, so I could see my lower arm properly.

And right there was a blue streak, running down my arm. It looked like a bruise, but I knew better.

I knew three things.

Whatever it was, however I got it, this isn't a bruise.

And I know another thing.

It's permanent.

The last thing.

It has something to do with Blake.

Make that four things.

I knew that I was going to find out what it is.

***

Blakes P.O.V.

I quietly exhaled in a long sigh.

I should never had let her touch me. Now she knows something is up.

And if I know Lailah Pierce, I'm also pretty sure that she won't give up.

Not until she finds out what's up.

---

We watched the television for about another 30 minutes, Lailah making sure that she kept her arm away from mine.

I glanced at the time.

Crap.

It was 8:10am.

Lessons started at 8:25am.

"Come on," I said, getting up. "We need to get going. School is going to start soon. I'll show you to your next class."

She stood up too, and we made our way out of the door, closed it behind us, and began walking to the main building.

As we walked, a million questions circled my mind.

Why has my Magisblar been used up already? Who is Lailah? Now my Magisblar is gone, what happens about me and Brittany? Does Lailah know if she is a Morge yet? If so, what is her Mijistrae?

These and many others blew my mind, and I was determined to get to the bottom of them.

***

Lailahs P.O.V.

Eventually, Blake and I made it to our first lesson. Lucky for me, our first and second lessons were the same.

Blake went straight over to…umm…Nathan? No…Nelson? Definitely not that…oh yes! Nick!

Blake went straight over to Nick, and sat down next to him.

The only spare space was next to a pretty brunette.

I sat down, and dumped my bag.

"Hi," I said to the girl, "my names Lailah."

"Tessa," the girl replied. "So, how did you get to know Blake so soon? And it seems like you know Nick too, as he's smiling at you." I looked up, just to confirm what Tessa was saying was true. And it was.

Nick was genuinely smiling at me.

I smiled back, winked, and then turned back to this Brunette.

"So, I'm boarding in the Morges section. Not the Nelphina. Is there a reason for this?"

"No one knows." She replied, "I think it's just basically gifted and talented, Morges, and then us regulars, Nelphina. But yah, like I said. It's a mystery to everyone."

We lapsed into comfortable silence.

"Oh look, heres Mrs. Stretch."

What must have been Mrs. Stretch walked into the room.

"Stand behind your chairs!" she barked.

I rolled my eyes, and looked around to see Blake and Nick still seated like me.

"You!" she snapped, pointing a bony finger at me. "What's your name?"

"Lailah." I replied casually? Not standing up.

"Where are you living? Nelphina or Morges?"

"Um, Morges." I looked at Blakr for confirmation, and he nodded once.

Mrs. Stretch instantly became quiet with me, and let me stay sitting, like she did with Blake.

I was going to get to the bottom of this, and I was going to do it tonight.

 

Chapter 6

Finally, all my lessons are over!

But the weird thing is that, all of the teachers acted the same around me as Mrs. Stretch had when they found out I was living in the Morges section. It was like they were scared of me or something.

I walked back to my dorm, but, instead of entering my one, I stormed into Blakes one. Nick (presumably he was Blakes roomie) was sitting, watching the television.

"Hey Lailah," he said lazily. "If you're looking for Blake, he's in the kitchen." Nick motioned towards the door on the other side of the room.

"Hey there. And ok, thanks, I'll go on through I guess."

I made my way to that red door, and pushed it open.

Sure enough, there at the stove, was Blake.

"Blake," I said bluntly.

"Oh hi Lailah."

I ignored his greeting. "You have got SO much explaining to do. Why did Mrs. Stretch and all of the other teachers leave us alone once they knew where we were living?
"Why did Nick feel so cold when I touched him?
"Why did you feel so hot when I touched you as well?
"What is THIS?" I ended on displaying my arm to him. The appearance still hadn't changed. And I had a feeling it never would.

Blake looked uncomfortable. "Uhh…well it isn't really my place to say anything, but I have a feeling your just going to keep badgering me about it. I guess I'll tell you tonight ok? Meet me by the pool. Bring a bikini too. Oh and don't worry; we will be alone."

"Fine." I replied curtly. I had no problem with Blake seeing me in a bikini. I was extremely comfy in my body. Sapphire (my best friend) and I used to go swimming all the time without our bikini tops on.

I walked out of the kitchen, said farewell to Nick, and then went out into the corridor, on the way back to my room.

I went into the posh kitchen, and decided on Tikka Masala Curry. I loved that stuff.

***

At 9pm, I was at the pool, and just as I thought about giving up, I saw a silhouette walking towards me.

"Fi-na-lly!" I exclaimed, standing up to greet Blake.

I was freezing, even though I had a t-shirt on, a jumper, then a jacket, and then a coat, with jeans and sneakers, topped off by a bikini underneath all of it.

"Hey, it wasn't my fault. I had to make up some crappy lie about where I was going!" he said.

"Whatever." I grumbled, "I'm cold and bored and fed up, so can you get on with it please? The reason why we are even here?"

"Okay," he said, "but first, get in the pool. It's…"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" I quietly yelled. Yes I know, creepy right? I have this weird kind of thing where I can yell quietly.

"Look, just do it. I swear it's warm in there."

"Fine. But if it's not, I'm totally gonna come back and haunt you when I have died of coldness."

I stripped off all my clothes, and stepped into the pool, but not before I saw Blake sneaking a look at my butt.

I rolled my eyes, and swum over near to the light.

Blake was right. This really was warm.

He swum in after me, and the closer he got, it was increasingly harder not to stare at his chiseled body.

When he reached me, he came close to me, and looked up at the stars, then at me.

And for once, his face didn't have the usual smirk on it.

He wasn't smiling, nor was he frowning, nor was he red with anger.

There was one emotion, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Are you warm enough now?" he whispered, sending chills down my spine. I had never seen this side of Blake before.

I nodded.

"Okay," he kept whispering. "This is going to be a lot, so brace yourself.
"Where do I start?
"Ok well, you are boarding in the Morges section, because well, you are a Morge. A Morge is someone who has a Majistræ. And a Majistræ is…how do I put this, a skill? Something that sets you apart from others. For example, I am a Morge too. My Majistræ is I can teleport, and if I want to, just by looking at someone, I can set them alight. We don't know what your Majistræ is yet, as I'm sure you don't either. But we do know that you are a Morge. Also, if you are a Morge, sometimes your eyes flash a certain colour. For instance, mine flash bright green." I gasped quietly.
'My dream'.
"Yours, I know this. Yours flash orange.
"Now, the teachers. You see, Morges, the plural of Morge, have a tendency to, when they are angry, use their Majistræ in spite, and it has been known to hurt people severely. Some have died, just by angering a Morge. That is why teachers don't disagree with us. They have been warned not to, and trust me. They don't take this warning lightly.
"As for your third and forth questions. I don't actually know the answer to that. It is some kind of connection. A connection between you and Nick, and a connection between you and I.
But I do know this.
"That bluish Mark on your arm? It looks like a bruise, and it is in a sense." He sighed deeply. "Male Morges have something called Magisblar in them. You know those tales about werewolves and marking? Well, a Majisblar is like that. That," he said, pointing towards my arm, "it will fade eventually, but be sure to hide it from any and every other Morge. So, presumably, it is from me. Which is fine, it can happen to anyone.
"But listen to me Lailah," he said, turning deadly serious. "It is the utmost importance that the headmaster doesn't see that, do you hear me? The upmost importance.
"But," he said, his tone light again, a while ago he had given up whispering, but the same expression was on his face. "That's all I know for now. On the first Friday of every month, there is a meeting for all of the Morges. As we know you are a Morge, you have to attend. Soon, we will know what your Majistræ is."

He finished.

"So, I suppose that Brittany and Nick are both Morges as well?"

"Yes they are."

We lapsed into comfortable silence.

Suddenly, we heard footsteps.

"Quick!" Blake whispered again. "Under the diving board!"

We huddled under the diving board together, silent laughter racking our bodies.

We both stopped laughing after a while, and the person had definitely gone, but neither of us wanted to move.

I pressed myself a bit closer against him, just as he started to caress my cheek.

Like before, his touch was hot, but this time, not scorching.

He leaned in, and I followed.

And then our lips met.

It felt like electricity was coursing through my veins, mixed with heat.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, just before he wrapped his around my waist.

His lips were soft, and moulded to mine.

After a while, we broke apart for air, and leaned our foreheads together.

"Wow," he breathed.

 

Chapter 7

I woke up the next morning, with stomach cramps.

No effin way. We didn't do the dirty last night, right?

I ran through my memories, I checked to see if I was clothed, and satisfied, I closed my eyes again.

Must just be period cramps.

A blush crept onto my face, as I remembered the pool last night. After our kiss, I had pecked him again once more, obviously on the lips. Then I had climbed out of the pool (if I say so myself, VERY smoothly), wrapped a towel around me, and got changed in the girls changing rooms, before going to my dorm, and sleeping.

'Oh' I thought, smirking. 'He is gonna be bursting to see me today'.

One of the things I have learnt from being a player is that you always have to leave the boys wanting more.

And that's exactly what I did last night.

I looked at my clock.

7:21 am.

Time to get ready I suppose.

I, very drowsily, sat up and got dressed.

I wore a pink tank top, with a flowery shirt over the top. On my legs, I had a pair of skinny jeans, with Ugg type boots, but they had a heel.

You can't beat heels.

Just as I was perfecting my eyeliner, I heard a knock at the door.

I quickly finished up, quickly checked myself out in the mirror, and walked into the living room, heading for the door.

As soon as I had turned the handle, it burst open.

'Woah' I nearly said. 'Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed'.
But I bit my tongue.

Blake walked in, looked around, and saw me, standing by the sofa.

He took hold of me, and pressed me up against a wall, before he bent down and lightly began to suck on my neck.

"What was last night about?" He growled against my skin.

"Huh? I didn't do anything!" I would have elaborated more, but I was scared I would stutter, so I just left it at that.

He straightened up, but still had his body pressed firmly against mine.

"Why did you just leave? So much more could've happened."

"Maybe thats the point. Maybe I didn't want anything to happen."

"Liar," he murmured, before leaning down to kiss me.

The kiss was just as amazing as last night.

We broke apart, him sighing deeply.

"Come on. Brittany is going to catch us soon, and we need to that meeting anyway. You remember, the one for the Morges?"

"Yeah," I replied back. But all I really wanted to do was stay here with him the whole day.

Bad.

"Yeah, well, let's get going then," he said, grabbing my hand, and interlacing them.

When I looked at them, puzzled, he quickly explained why.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed. "It's not like you think it is. When two…well the word is 'Farthens'. You know, that blue thing on your arm? With werewolves, and it's called mates, this is called farthens. So you're my farthen, and I am yours.
"Anyway, when two farthens interact or, connect if you like, when they connect, their power is shared equally, and they become stronger.
"At this meeting, we are going to learn how to fight, and how to defend. We need all the power we can get. You especially."

And with that, we set off.

***

Blakes P.O.V.

It felt so good to be with her. To know she is mine, and to touch her.

But I'm pretty pissed that my Majisblar is gone already. It's meant to last until you are 22 at least!

Ah well, at least my farthen is a hot one.

---

Soon, we got to the clearing.

As I had been to so many meetings now, I knew how to get to them.

They were deep in the forests on Du Weldenvarden. Basically, in the forest on the border line of Sais Boarding School.

You could see the confusion plain on Lailahs face as we wound through the bushes and trees.

When we got there, there were about 30 Morges there already. Most of the crew.

I quickly let go of Lailahs hand.

Because there, standing in the middle of the throng of Morges, was the headmaster.

"Theres the headmaster, Dylan Quinn. Call him sir, and remember what I told you. Don't, under any circumstances show him or anyone else the Majisblar on your arm. Especially not him."

"Finally, Mr. Stang and Miss. Pierce have decided to grace us with their presence." He said in a bored tone.

Mr. Quinn stood up on a podium, and beckoned for everyone to gather around.

When everyone was there, he began.

"Today, we have a new Morge with us. Please welcome Lailah Pierce."

***

Lailahs P.O.V.

I guessed that was my cue.

I walked up to the podium, and stood beside Mr. Quinn, smiling at everyone.

They all clapped, some wolf whistles were being towed away by the current of the wind.

I got down, and just stood at the front of the gathering. I could be bothered to find my place again.

"Today," he said, still with the same tone to his voice, "I will be picking a few trustworthy volunteers to help Miss. Pierce find out her Majistræ.

I looked around, and was amazes to see about 20 hands shoot up in the air.

Mr. Quinn pointed at a couple of people, and they came to stand with me.

One was Blake (it just had to be, didn't it?), and then there were 3 other people I didnt recognise.

Mr. Quinn looked down at us as if with disgust, and pointed to a small gap in the trees, which was an obvious dismissal.

As we walked, they told me their names.

"Hey Lailah," the only girl said. "I'm Willow."

"I'm Zak," said a dirty blonde haired boy. He was quite cute.

"And I'm Chris, Willows boyfriend." He smiled warmly at me, as did the others.

Willow, Zak and Chris all looked at Blake expectantly, but he just shrugged.

"We know each other already," he replied to them, but only looking at me.

I could see that the there was a hidden meaning behind his words. One that only I was meant to see.

Thankfully, the others didn't notice, and eventually, we got to the gap in the trees.

"Ok so," Willow said. "I remember my first time at trying to get my Majistræ. It's quite hard, but you get there soon. Basically, all you have to do is…well, can you see a tiny little star in your head?"

I nodded, focusing.

"Ok. Bring that star forward, until it becomes a big, shining globe. Also, close your eyes. When you open them, and everything seems like it is in HD, then you know you have found your Majistræ."

I closed my eyes, and did exactly what she said.

But nothing happened.

I was disappointed at first, but then Zak said.

"Seriously Lailah, just don't worry. Just keep trying. I remember someone who took like, 12 go's or something."

So, I kept trying, kept persevering, for a couple more minutes.

Then, on the 4th try, I felt something go 'bop' in my brain.

And I knew that this, it had worked.

I opened my eyes, and gasped. Everything was in high quality.
Now I could hear the headmaster talking to his pupils. Something about defence.

My skin started to feel prickly, but I ignored it.

I focused on a leaf, how green and life-bursting it was.

The prickling stopped, and everyone gasped.

"What?" I demanded.

"Well, you already have orange eyes. But your…your skin…"
He trailed off, and I lifted up my arm to take a look at my skin.

And just like them, I gasped sharply, which hurt my throat.

My skin had turned a dark sahde of green. The exact same colour as the leaf.

"This is unreal," I muttered.

I focused on the colour of Willows skin, and I got that prickly feeling again, before my skin was normal again.

I closed my eyes, pushed te glove away, and reopened them again, to find my HD vision gone.

"Holy crap," I said out loud, to no one in particular. "What's happening to me?"

 

Chapter 8

Lailahs P.O.V.

Wow. That had been something.

I stood there daydreaming for while, until Blake brought me back from the Land of the Pixies.

"Lailah? Lailah? Snap out of it! We need to go back now, and tell Mr. Quinn that we have found your Majistræ."

"Huh? Oh right okay," I finally got my feet back on the ground.

We began to walk over to the throng of students again.

"Oh," Chris said. "Just to tell you, you will probably have to show Mr. Quinn your Majistræ, just so that he can determine how useful you are."

"Um ok." How USEFUL I AM? that's just snobby. Like, who does this Dylan Quinn dude think he is!

We got back to the gathering, and Mr. Quinn motioned for me to come up onto the podium again.

"Miss Pierce," he said in the same monotone voice. "Have you worked out what your Majistræ is yet?"

"Yes sir," I responded politely. I might go all BadAss on the teachers, but not on this one. I have a feeling he's not one to mess with.

"Okay. Well, please show it to the Morges and myself."
He stepped off of the podium, letting me centre myself, before closing my eyes.

'Please let it work, please let it work, please let it…'I silently prayed. How embarrassing for it not to work in front of 30 complete strangers.

But, praise God Almighty, it did work the first time, and I opened my eyes, still getting used to the ultra vision.

I looked up, and focused on the blue sky.

I felt the prickling feeling again, and then I heard gasps, shouts, whimpers, someone even screamed!

I looked down to my skin, and was shocked, but satisfied, to see that my skin was blue, the exact shade of what I had just been looking at.

Everyone began clapping, but I held up my hand to stop them.

"I think something else is coming."

They all stopped, and waited with bated breath.

My hands began to ache. I clenched and unclenched them, determined to get the feeling away so I could concentrate.

As I unclenched them the dozenth time, the pain stopped.

In it's place came a coldness spreading through me. I bit like the feeling of being overthrown by a wave.

I closed my eyes, and brought the power forward.

I heard screams and shouts, people panicking.

I opened my eyes, and surrounding me was a huge tornado of clear water. It was at least 30 foot tall, and 8 foot wide. But I was only guessing.

I smiled broadly.

'This is amazing' I thought.

Bringing my hands up to shoulder height and clenching them, I then jerked my hands forwards, and unclenched my fists. The way you throw something away.

The water went wizzing off, and up into the clouds.

There were cheers, shouts, woops and claps. Even Mr. Quinn seemed impressed.

The last thing I saw was Nick shouting for me, before I blacked out.

Exhausted.

***

I woke up in the Hospital Wing.

Blake, Nick and Tessa were all surrounding my bed.

"What…what happened?" I asked, my head pounding.

"Dont you remember? Well, you can change the colour of your skin. In a way, it's kinda like a changing personality."

Everyone laughed, and then Tessa continued.

"And then, when you closed your eyes again, suddenly this water came rushing down from the sky. It surrounded you, like a tornado. Then you flung your hands, and it flew back into the sky."

"Woah," I whispered weakly, laying my head back on the pillow.

"Yeah," Blake agreed, and spoke with a soft tone. "I was like that when I first found out my Majistræ."

"…wait a second…so Tessa. You and Nick are Morges too?"

"Yeah. My Majistræ is that I can spilt the ground. You know, like a canyon almost? Well, I can make one of them, but just not as big." Tessa stated. I nodded my head slowly. I was too old for this.

"Me," Nick said. "Well, I can uh…I can shapeshift."

"WHAT?" I all but screamed.
"No way! No this is NOT happening. Shapeshifters are meant to be in Twilight, and cracking the ground open is meant to be in Fallen! Just stop! Say this is all a dream!"

I began to rant on and on.

"Guys, mind giving us a sec?" Blake whispered to Nick and Tessa.

They nodded silently, and walked out.

I was finally quiet after that, glad of some time with Blake. Alone time.

"Lailah," he said gently, taking my hand. "Are you ok? I know its a lot to take in."

"Yes I'm fine." I said, calm now he was touching me. I closed my eyes, and relaxed again.

"Ok, I'm gonna go now. You need some rest." he said, standing up and gently pecking me on the lips.

I surprised him by pulling him back down, to give me a proper kiss.

When we were finished, he chuckled and said,
"I was hoping you were going to do that"

"Well, I just did so…"

"Ok, I'm gonna kill this conversation before it goes too far! Sweet dreams Lailah." he said, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

~.~.~.~.~

I know, I'm sorry! It's so short!

 

Chapter 9

I woke up the next day, and I was free to go back to my room.

As I walked, I had a spring in my step. Although I didn't know why.

I opened my dorm door, and I saw something which definitely was not rated PG.

Brittany was lying on the couch with Blake on top of her.

And surprise surprise, both had their tops off, and Brittany had no bra on.

I gagged.

Save me the nightmares.

I watched for a little longer with disgust, before I decided to make my presence known.

I cleared my throat, and sniggered as both of their heads snapped up, and their screeching mirrored one anothers.

Confusion.

Then Blake realised what he was doing, and hurriedly, he stood up.

"Lailah. I…"

I cut him off with one of my death glares.

"And I care because? Face it Blake. I don't. And I'm starting to think that this THING on my arm is just a bruise after all."

"Wait wh…" Brittany was pulling on Blakes t-shirt, but also stopped talking after Blake gave her a 'shut up' look.

"No. She has a right to know. Brittany, would you like to know what we are talking about?"

I smiled sweetly at her. She stood up, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah." she said, glaring at me with a burning passion already. Good God, I had only known the woman for 5 days.

"Since…hmm…since Wednesday, Blake and I have been fooling around behind your back."

She just stood there in shock, not moving, not speaking, not even blinking.

"Lailah." he started. "I swear that this isn't what it looks like."

"Well, what else could it be? Fce it Blake, we may have been destined to be farthens, but we were never destined for love. If your thick skull hadn't realised already, this is me breaking up with you."

And with that, I walked back out again, closing the door behind me.

***

Blakes P.O.V.

I closed my eyes, and shook my head slowly.

How could I have been so stupid? It was blatantly obvious that Lailah was going to be coming back from the Hospital Wing sooner or later.

Now both the lovely ladies in my life hate me.

By that I mean Lailah and Brittany.

'No way. No effin way am I staying behind to become victim to Brittanys screeching'. I finalised.

I jogged out of the door, and after Lailah, but I couldn't see her.

I sighed and walked into my dorm, wanting some guy time with Nick. By that, I mean a mate that I can talk to.

Then I saw the weirdest thing.

Lailah and Nick were sitting on the couch together. Lailah was clearing flirting with Nick, but strangely enough, he was flirting back.

He never flirted with girls. He didn't need to, as they just came to him like dog and the bone anyway.

I gaped at them.

"Hypocrite," I called out to Lailah.

'Wow' I internally said 'this girl has major PMS problems'.

Because, guess what she said next.

"This isn't what it looks like. Oh wait sorry, it is." she smiled sweetly at me, before walking out of our dorm and down the corridor, away from both of our rooms.

 

Chapter 9

I woke up the next day, and I was free to go back to my room.

As I walked, I had a spring in my step. Although I didn't know why.

I opened my dorm door, and I saw something which definitely was not rated PG.

Brittany was lying on the couch with Blake on top of her.

And surprise surprise, both had their tops off, and Brittany had no bra on.

I gagged.

Save me the nightmares.

I watched for a little longer with disgust, before I decided to make my presence known.

I cleared my throat, and sniggered as both of their heads snapped up, and their screeching mirrored one anothers.

Confusion.

Then Blake realised what he was doing, and hurriedly, he stood up.

"Lailah. I…"

I cut him off with one of my death glares.

"And I care because? Face it Blake. I don't. And I'm starting to think that this THING on my arm is just a bruise after all."

"Wait wh…" Brittany was pulling on Blakes t-shirt, but also stopped talking after Blake gave her a 'shut up' look.

"No. She has a right to know. Brittany, would you like to know what we are talking about?"

I smiled sweetly at her. She stood up, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah." she said, glaring at me with a burning passion already. Good God, I had only known the woman for 5 days.

"Since…hmm…since Wednesday, Blake and I have been fooling around behind your back."

She just stood there in shock, not moving, not speaking, not even blinking.

"Lailah." he started. "I swear that this isn't what it looks like."

"Well, what else could it be? Fce it Blake, we may have been destined to be farthens, but we were never destined for love. If your thick skull hadn't realised already, this is me breaking up with you."

And with that, I walked back out again, closing the door behind me.

***

Blakes P.O.V.

I closed my eyes, and shook my head slowly.

How could I have been so stupid? It was blatantly obvious that Lailah was going to be coming back from the Hospital Wing sooner or later.

Now both the lovely ladies in my life hate me.

By that I mean Lailah and Brittany.

'No way. No effin way am I staying behind to become victim to Brittanys screeching'. I finalised.

I jogged out of the door, and after Lailah, but I couldn't see her.

I sighed and walked into my dorm, wanting some guy time with Nick. By that, I mean a mate that I can talk to.

Then I saw the weirdest thing.

Lailah and Nick were sitting on the couch together. Lailah was clearing flirting with Nick, but strangely enough, he was flirting back.

He never flirted with girls. He didn't need to, as they just came to him like dog and the bone anyway.

I gaped at them.

"Hypocrite," I called out to Lailah.

'Wow' I internally said 'this girl has major PMS problems'.

Because, guess what she said next.

"This isn't what it looks like. Oh wait sorry, it is." she smiled sweetly at me, before walking out of our dorm and down the corridor, away from both of our rooms.

 

Sorry, double posted :/

 

Chapter 10

Blakes P.O.V.

"What the f*** was that?" I asked Nick.

"Seriously man, she just came in here and started to play around with me. But I kinda thought that, ya know, if I played back that…"

"DO YOU NOT KNOW YET?" I roared. "ME AND LAILAH ARE FARTHENS!"

"Oi! How is th…" he trailed off as what I had just said sunk in.

"Oh," he barely whispered.

"Yeah, oh," I said, "so, if I were you, I'd stay away from her, or you will risk having that pretty little face of yours rearranged." I went up close to his face. "Got that?"

"Y…yes," he stuttered, causing me to step back and smirk.

I had that effect on people. Girls because they were amazed by my good looks (yes I know, full of myself. So what?). And guys because, when I get angry, I REALLY get angry, and so guys get scared of me easily, and just give me what I want.

"Good," I said, and stalked out of the door, intent on finding Lailah.

***

Lailahs P.O.V.

I stood at the waters edge, gazing out at the sunset. I jad managed to find a quiet little spot on the cliff, and thats where I was.

I thought about Blake. Nick. Brittany.

Scratch that, I don't care about Brittany.

I wasn't really bothered about Blake. All we had done was kiss. I just was being a drama queen, and being melodramatic on purpose, so that Brittany would know something is up. I was just satisfied that she knew about Blake and I now.

But still, it was quite out, Blake kissing me, and then going back to dry humping Brittany.

I didn't care though.

I would never shred a tear for Blake Stang.

I heard footsteps around me, and I whirled around, only to see Blake standing there, looking as pathetic as ever.

"Lailah," he began.

"Save it," I snapped. I was fed up of this.

"Seriously I can explain!"

"WHAT is there to explain Blake? The fact that you were making out with another girl, when I'm your farthen? The fact that you basically just cheated on me? The fact that you completely USED me?" I finished off angrily, glaring at him, waiting for a reasonable answer.

"This isn't like that, and you know it!" he replied back harshly, in the same angry tone as me.

"How is it then Blake?"

"I CAN'T simply 'use' you, as you so stupidly put it."

"EXCUSE ME? IM the one who's stupid?"

He glared at me before continuing. "Being farthens is a life long commitment! I can't use you, because when you use someone, you never go back to them! However, I cant get enough of you. Don't lie Lailah, because I know that you feel the same way."

"You don't know anything about me Blake Stang," I hissed, staring straight into his grey eyes.

"Yes I do!" he said, getting agitated again. "I know many things, but there's one thing I don't know."

"Surprise surprise."

"Why did you go and flirt with Nick?" he asked, walking up to me. I backed away, but he planned it just right, because now I was backed up against a tree.

"Maybe because he has at least an ounce of dignity in him." That stung him, I could tell, but I didn't care.

He didn't show it though. He didn't flinch, I just saw it in his soul-searching eyes.

"You know that isn't true."

"Oh really? What is then?" I was learning how he got annoyed. It was when I accused him of something.

"You went, and you flirted with him, you played with him, just to hurt me. Like I hurt you."

"You never hurt me. Face it Blake, you can't hurt me."

"Wanna bet?"

"Yeah I do actually." I surprised him by kissing him passionately, but then pulling away quickly.

I searched his eyes, and sighed, satisfied.

I saw hurt.

Quickly, his face relaxed back into his over-confident smirk.

"You're playing with fire babe," he whispered huskily into my ear.

I stepped away from him, and began to walk back to my room, when he said one last thing.

"Face it Lailah. You can't resist me, and you never will be able to."

I decided to ignore him, and keep walking. I didn't want him to know that what he just said was insanely true.

After a matter of days, Blake Stang had won my heart already.

But I was going to steal it back.

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I'm sorry! No action really happened in this chapter, but it was a necessary filler chapter! Please feedback!

 

Chapter 11

Blakes P.O.V.

I couldn't believe it. I was CERTAIN that what I said last was going to get a reaction out of her!

But no, she just carried on walking, she didn't even flinch or look back!

However, bit by bit, I can see she is falling for me.

I hate to admit it, but I'm falling for her too.

The way she never shows any emotion; the way her voice echoes around my ears, sounding like bells; the way she walks with a swing to her hips; the way she kisses; the way her touch feels like electricity coursing through my veins; the way…

The list could go on and on.

Which was proof, that I, Blake Stang, had already fallen in love with Lailah Pierce.

Oh boy.

***

Lailahs P.O.V.

I didn't know where I was going, just anywhere away from Blake.

His touch sent heat sizzling through my body, let alone his mouth.

It was only a matter of time before I gave into him.

But I wasn't giving up that easy. Oh no, not yet.

I decided to go and cook some comfort food.

So I walked into my dorm, and went through to the kitchen.

Brittany was there.

I ignored her, and went straight to the refrigerator to get the ingredients for mac and cheese.

Just then, her annoying screechy voice invaded on my eardrums.

"What was THAT earlier this morning?" she all but screamed.

"Um, well actually," I said, turning to face her, "I should be asking you that, since I was the who caught YOU, not the other way around."

"Well, whatever," she said, in the annoying way that girls, like her, do. She even held her hand in the air like she had a handbag on her arm, and flicked her hand as she said it.

People like her really get on my nerves.

"Yeah so, just shut up now so I can get on with cooking my food," I said in the same tone. I could see it was irritating her, and I smirked.

"Fine well, this ISN'T over Lailah, you hear me?" I rolled my eyes. "Because Blake is mine." She hissed the last part, and as wimpy as she is, her last sentence really sent shivers down my spine.

Brittany stormed out, and slammed the door behind her. I actually laughed out loud, because the wind from the door made her MINI-skirt blow up a bit.

I turned back to my food, and finished cooking it, before going into the living room, and eating it on my lap, while watching the television.

The door opened softly, and I knew instantly that it wouldn't be Blake. Or Brittany for that matter.

And I was right. Because in walked Nick.

"Hey," he said calmly.

"Hey Nick," I replied back in the same nonchalant tone.

He came and sat next to me.

"Sorry I came in, but I don't know where Blake is, so I fancied some company. Ya know what I mean?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling gently, still eating my dinner.

"That smells good," he said after a while. "Can I try some?"

"Sure," I replied, stabbing my fork into the pasta. I then put the fork in his mouth, and once I knew he had taken it, I began to eat it again too.

"Wow, that's good stuff," he said enthusiastically.

I laughed. "God Nick, it's only mac and cheese."

"Yeah I know," he chuckled.

We watched the television for bit longer, then I went out to the kitchen to wash up my bowl.

He came out too, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking hard or in confusion.

I shrugged it off, opened the dishwasher and put my bowl and fork in there.

I closed it, and turned around, only to be pushed up against the counter by Nick.

"Nick…" I said, flustered. "Uh."

"I'm sorry Lailah," he murmured, staring into my eyes with his own. "But you just drive me crazy."

My breath caught in my throat.

That wasn't a particularly romantic line, but boy did he make it sound hot.

"Oh…I d…"

I was cut off by his lips crashing down on mine.

I was stunned at first, but then I wrapped my arms around his neck, and got into the kiss.

It was strange though. When I kissed Blake, I felt hot. When I kissed Nick, it felt as if icicles were shooting around my body, at one hundred miles per hour.

Both had the electricity feeling, but I wondered how.

I already had my farthen, how could I feel this way with someone else?

I ignored myself, and kissed Nick back.

After a while, we broke apart.

He suddenly blushed, and made a move to step back, but I stopped him.

"Stay with me," I whisper-begged. But I wasn't playing with him this time.

"Why?" he inquired, obviously searching for signs if I was using him.

"I…" I faltered. I didn't know why. "Please," I brought his head down, and kissed him again, softly this time, and he kissed me back.

We broke apart, and leaned our foreheads together.

"I won't leave," he said. "Because I don't wanna have to let you go."

Little did I know, that standing in the doorway, was the person I never really wanted to see again.

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Guess who it is in the doorway!

 

Chapter 12

Lailahs P.O.V.

His lips felt like the inside of a rose, his skin smooth as satin.

I carried on kissing him, oblivious to the person watching us.

They then cleared their throat, and Nick whipped around, while my head snapped in the direction of the noise.

There stood my dad, and he looked like he was about to explode.

"Here I am, just a mere visit, and I see that you already have a boyfriend? HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND LAILAH?"

"Dad, it's not my fault that some people here are irresistible."

"Well even if they are, you have no right to do this kind of thing. And I thought this school was going to change you, young lady."

"It has dad! And I've found my true friends too!"

"I have to admit Mr. Pierce, even I can see that Lailahs attitude has improved already. And I really am to blame for this. I came onto Lailah, and for that, I take full responsibility."

My dad seemed to hesitate for a moment, as Nick had turned his 'good boy' mode on.

But he made up his mind.

"I don't care! I'm going home, and don't expect another visit from me, or your mother!"

And with that, he walked out, slamming the kitchen door behind him.

Nick looked startled, as if he had just woken up from sleep-walking.

But he managed to find his voice, and turned around to face me.

"Lailah, I don't know what happened there…I'm sorry. I should've stepped in a bit more."

"Don't worry Nick, your not to blame," I murmured.

I thought for a minute or two, but then decided that my dad wasn't worth the stress.

I spoke a bit louder this time. "It doesn't matter." I wound my arms around his neck, and pulled his head down, so I could kiss him.

He placed his hands on my hips, but stopped his head.

"You sure? I don't want you worrying about this," I nearly squealed. That is so cute, he worried about me worrying!

"Yeah, please just let me forget about it, it didn't happen ok?" he begrudgingly agreed, and kissed me back, and we both gave it all we had.

After a while, we went into the living room, and watched television together.

Well, that's a lie, we didn't really watch the television. You can kinda guess what we were doing.

After a while, we had to say goodbye, as we both had work to do.

When he had gone, I sighed.

What was I going to tell Blake? He was gonna kill me, when he found out about today!

But I decided not to fret over it. By the time he had found out about it, he was probably going to be back with Brittany.

I went to my room, and got on with some work for Science.

***

Nicks P.O.V.

That worked so much better than I thought it would.

I thought she would reject me, or get all awkward, or avoid kissing me.

But she didn't. I enjoyed it, and I could tell she did too.

But her dad! What is up with that dude? He must have anger problems or something.

Blake was going to get annoyed at me, but I shrugged it off.

Let him, Lailah wanted me and not him, hes just gotta learnt deal with it.

Lets hope that Lailah realises that sometimes, just because you are destined to be together, doesn't mean it should be so.

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Sorry it's so short, please see FEEDBACK post as to why!

 

Chapter 14

Lailahs P.O.V.

Finally, we made it to the same clearing as last time.

About twenty students were gathered there already, excited chatter filled the air.

Nick and I never broke contact on the way there, whether it meant holding hands, his arm around my waist or kissing.

We walked into the throng of Morges, and I said goodbye to Nick. I wanted to catch up with Tessa.

I quickly found her, as she had back-combed her brunette hair today, so it stood out.

"Tessa!" I half-shouted.

She looked around confused, and then spotted me.

"Omg Lailah!" she practically screeched. "How are you? Have you recovered properly yet? Have you got any other Majistræ's? If so, what are they? Whats up with you and Blake? Have…"

I listened, amused, to her bottomless questions, before I decided to cut her off.

"I can't answer all of them now. Hell, I can barely answer one. You were speaking so fast."

She laughed. "Sorry, I just get a bit…you know…"

"Over excited?" she nodded. "Yep same. But anyway, basically I'm fine, and I've recovered perfectly."

She sighed in relief. "Thats good. I've been worried about you, and Blake has too."

Really? That was a surprise.

I zoned out for a minute, and then Mr Quinn's loud voice broke me out of my reverie.

"LISTEN!" He bellowed. And it worked. Everyone abruptly shut their mouths, and turned around to listen to him. "Today, we will be studying attack and defence." He always spoke in the same tone. Bored and lifeless. "Get into groups of two, and sit down when you are done."

"I'm sorry Lailah, but I agreed to be with Willow! I'll see you later!" Tessa looked worries, and I was happy that she cared about me.

"Hey don't worry! Thats fine, I'm sure there is someone else!"

I stayed standing up.

People began to sit down, chit chat dominating the silence that Mr. Quinn had placed.

'Please not Blake, please not Blake.' I mentally begged. Not only would it be totally awkward, but he would completely break me, might even go to the extent of killing me, depending on how much he hates me.

Everyone sat down.

Except for one person.

They stood facing away from me, and slowly turned around.

It wasn't Blake, but it sure as hell wasn't any better.

With a malicious glare on her face, and her eyes narrowed to slits, Brittany looked me up and down, as if assessing me.

I smirked. "Guess you're my partner."

"Well done Einstein." She said, venom clear in her voice.

We both sat down, but not next to each other. Just where we were standing a minute ago.

"Here with us today are Ms. Woema, and Mr. Jackson. They are here to help you in attack and defence. Miss Woema in attack, and obviously Mr. Jackson in defence." Mr. Quinn showed no emotion. "One of the two of you will learn attack first, and the other will learn defence first. Then you swap. At the end, you will both fight, using your Majistræ twice each, and the rest will be pure attack and defence. I repeat, you may only use your Majistræ TWICE. The first one to hold down the other for five seconds or more wins. It will be a tournament. So if you win your first match, you advance to the next round, and then the next. So on and so forth. There will be a joint third place, and then second and first place." He stepped back, waiting for someone else to take over.

Miss Woema stepped forward. "Ok so, number yourselves one or two. One come to me, two go to Mr. Jackson. Everyone got that?" A chorus of enthusiastic 'Yeah's came from the students. Miss Woema seemed bubbly and happy, which got everyone else in the same mood.

I glared at Brittant as she came over, and she returned the favour.

"I'm one," I said quickly, wanting to go to Miss Woema first.

"Whateverr," Brittany slurred, as if she was drunk, but I knew she was just acting like an airhead to get attention.

"ONES OVER HERE!" Miss Woema shouted.

"TWOS TO ME!" Mr. Jackson shouted, both struggling to be heard above the noise.

Eventually, everyone sorted themselves out into two groups with the teachers, and the lessons began.

***

Two hours later, I was ready to fight.

There were 32 pupils altogether, so that meant 16 pairs of Morges.

Brittany and I were 14th. We were next.

Butterflies began to spread their wings in my stomach, before they went into a frenzy.

I groaned.

Why me? Why was me who was born to do this? The teachers had made it very clear not to harm one another too severely.

In other words, we could die, or come close enough anyway.

The last fight had finished.

I forced my trembling legs to stand up, and move to the centre of the clearing.

"Come on Lailah!"

"Lailah you can do it!"

"Show this ***** what your made of Lailah"

"I love you!"

The last one surprised me. I looked around, and saw Nick looking worried. But he winked at me when he saw I was looking for him.

"I love you too." I mouthed back.

"On your marks!" Mr. Jackson called out.

"Get set!" All of my muscles tensed up.

"Fight!" The cheering and wooping in the background all moulded together. It was as if they weren't there. Only Brittany and I were.

She made a move to attack me, and I successfully dodged it.

I tried to attack her, but she caught my wrist, but then I surprised her by bringing up my other fist, and punching her right in the eye.

She staggered back, but didn't fall over.

Damn.

She closed her eyes, and I realised she was bringing on her Majistræ.

I hurriedly did the same, and when I reopened my eyes, everything was defined. Like a crystal.

I smiled evilly.

Game on.

I looked to Brittany, and I could tell she was the same as me.

My fists began to ache again.

My smile became broader.

I clenched and unclenched them. Just like before, a coldness swept through me.

I closed my eyes and reopened them. Low and behold, there was a huge tornado of water swirling around me, identical to the last.

Brittany was staring at it, eyes wide, with both admiration and fear.

"Oi! Brittany!" I shouted.

Just as she looked at me, I threw the whirlpool of water at her, and it then swirled around her.

Because I was holding up my hands, I was able to quickly jerk them down, with my palms facing the ground.

The water shook, and then collapsed.

Brittany was in shock, and I too advantage of it.

I knocked her feet out from underneath her, and pinned her to the ground.

I knew it had been five seconds already, but the teachers were obviously relishing the moment.

Cheers erupted from all around me. I smiled triumphantly as I released Brittany and stood up.

I then closed my eyes again.

When I reopened them, I was the normal me.

"Lailah Pierce advances tothe next round!" Mr. Jackon said through a megaphone.

The cheers got louder and mote intense.

I searched the crowd for Nick, and finally spotted him.

I ran straight into his arms, breathing in his scent, which happened to be coconut.

Eventually, the crowd was quiet again, and began to watch the next fight.

"Well done," he whispered in my ear. "Come on," he still whispered, and took my hand. "I want to show you something."

I let him lead me to the cliff that I had my last argument with Blake on.

'No!' I mentally scolded myself. 'Don't think about Blake!'

Nick pointed to the sun, which was a reddish colour against the orange sky.

I gasped quietly. "Nick," I said. "It's beautiful."

He smiled gently, and sat down on a bench, pulling me with him. "I thought you would like it."

I snuggled into him, and we sat for a while longer, until Nick shifted in his space a little.

I turned around to look at him, and was surprised to see he was holding out a Japanese Lily.

"Lailah," he began, nervously and not at the same time. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

I sucked in a sharp breath.

 

Chapter 15

Lailahs P.O.V.

What do I do?

I'd love to say yes, Nick is a great guy, and I have a HUGE crush on him.

But, I can't stop thinking about Blake.

I can never get over him.

I shouldn't have said it.

But I did.

"Yes!" I cry, throwing my arms around his neck, and burying my face in the crook of his shoulder.

He breathes out what must be a sigh of relief. "Thank you," he says honestly. "You have no idea what that means to me."

I looked up at him.

"Yes, I do," I whispered, before I brushed my lips against his, and then abruptly stood up.

"Come on," I said, holding out my hand. "They'll be wondering where we are."

He smiled, stood up, and held my head, and together we walled back to the Morges group.

'Just in time' I thought, as Miss Woema called out my name, and another girls one that I didn't recognise.

Here we go.

***

I had done it. I had advanced through to the finals.

But, this time, I had reason to be nervous.

Because my opponent was Blake Stang.

"Please welcome to the centre, Blake Stang," the crowd cheered, "and Lailah Pierce!" Everyone went wild.

I walked, determined, through the mob of students. People were slapping my back, others were wishing me good luck, others quickly grasped my hand.

I knew my face showed no emotion, and I did as best I could to ignore everyone.

Once I got to the centre of the clearing, the cheering and wooing stopped, and in it's place, silence reigned until Mr. Quinn spoke.

"New rules," he said bluntly. "You can use your Majistræ three times. You may use attack and defence. You must win two times to be the overall winner." He stepped back.

"On your marks," Mr. Jackson said.

"Get set."

"Fight."

I closed my eyes instantly. When I reopened them, I found it much easier to anticipate what Blake was going to do.

He made a move to attack me, and I dodged it, but it encipher me turning around. He then kicked my knees, causing them to buckle, and got me in a headlock, and held me down for 5 seconds.

"Point to Blake Stang," Miss Woema announced.

A couple of cheers rang out, but people were mostly on Lailahs side.

I got up as Blake did, and walked away from him.

Time to play dirty.

I focused on the grass, and felt my skin prickling.

I kept focusing until finally, the sensation stopped, and I look down to see that my whole body looked like a meadow.

I smirked.

I was ready this time.

"On your marks." Mr. Jackson said.

"Get set."

"Fight."

I made a move to attack Blake, and he didn't see me coming.

I hit him square in the jaw, and he staggered back a bit.

"Having trouble Blakey-Bear?" I mocked him, my voice coming out loud and clear.

A couple of people snickered, they obviously knew what I was referring to.

"Of course not," he snapped, irritated.

"Sure," I came up and purred in his ear.

He froze for a split second, but that's all I needed.

With my new 'super strength', I ran away a bit, jumped up, and locked my feet around his neck. I used my stomach muscles to propel me around for a bit, until Blake lost his balance and fell.

I quickly got up, and held him down to the ground.

Mr. Jackson blew his whistle, and I released Blake.

Now I was extra scared. Blake hadn't used his Majistræ once yet.

"On your marks."

"Get set." Mr. Jackson repeated the same words.

"Fight."

Blake and I circled each other.

He made a move to punch me, but I ducked under his hand right at the last minute.

He then went to punch me with the other hand, and this time it hit.

I went flying a good couple of metres, and landed on my back.

I felt my cheek, and sure enough, there was a huge gash there, the length of my middle finger. It hurt like hell.

My eyes prickled with tears that threatened to spill, but I angrily blinked, and quickly jumped up, jogging back over to the middle.

Blake smirked, "giving up yet babe?"

"One: don't call me babe. Two: I ain't the average girl."

He chuckled, "that's one thing you got right."

I rolled my eyes, and brought forward my Majistræ.

I reopened my eyes, and began to clench and unclench my fists. I glanced over at Blake, and realised with horror that he had his eyes closed.

What was his Majistræ again?

Um…that's it! Incinerating things!

I almost stopped breathing, and then I nearly screamed!

No! How was I supposed to defeat that!

But I still closed my eyes again.

I reopened them just as the cold feeling spread through me.

The water was swirling around me again, but I got my hands, and pushed them out in front of me so that they were stretched out.

The water shifted, and it became a shield, in a way.

The water was clear, if not a little bubbly, so I looked through it, and realised with shock that Blakes eyes were red, and he was looking straight at the water.

Suddenly, a red colour appeared on the other side of the water.

It can't be…

Girls screamed and boys shouted.

There were flames on the other side of my shield of water.

I put one foot forward to steady myself, keeping my hands out the whole time.

Even though I could see Blake didn't need his hands, he copied my actions, and put his hands out too, frowning deeply as he focused on getting through the water.

I pushed with all my might.

The two element slowly rose up, until they were 3/4 stories high.

I was getting more and more tired, and I could feel him pushing through.

I brought my hands back a little, and with one massive push, I managed to break down the fire, and the water smacked straight onto Blake.

He fell on the floor, and I took the chance.

I sprinted over to him, and help him down for 5 seconds.

Mr. Jackson blew the whistle, and I stood up, grinning like an idiot.

I wanted to go to Nick, but I don't think I was allowed.

Miss Woema came up to me, and held up my hand in the sky.

"May I introduce you to your new champion, Lailah Pierce!" The crowd screamed and shouted.

And for once, I was truly happy.

In the end, I was able to go over to Nick, and he enveloped me in his arms.

"I'm so proud of you," he murmured into my hair.

I pulled back to smile at him. "It was just so…so COOL!"

He laughed at my childish use of words.

Blake walked up behind Nick, just as Nick said, "I love you."

"What?" Blake roared.

Nick turned around surprised. "Huh?"

"Stay out of this Moretti." Blake hissed at Nick. "Lailah, for a second, just a SECOND, I thought you had chosen right."

I laughed humourlessly, "yeah because you can really speak can't you Blake?"

"Blake man, just chill," Nick said to him.

Blake turned to Nick.

And he punched him.

"No!" I shouted, getting in between both of them.

"Is this some sort of way to try and impress me Blake? Cos I'm telling you, it ain't working."

Blake gazed down at me for a moment, before stepping forward, and crashing his lips down onto mine.

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Ok so, I lied. This one is pretttyy long haha

 

Chapter 15

For a second, I nearly got caught up up in the kiss.

'Sh*t!' I realised that Nick was still there.

I pulled away, and slapped Blake.

By now, everyone was watching.

"How dare you! How f*ucking dare you!"

Blake smirked, seemingly satisfied. "Yeah but you only pulled back cos he," Blake jabbed a finger a Nick, "is watching."

"I hate you, Blake Stang." I hissed, my cheek still throbbing mercilessly.

"I know you don't mean that." He said, in his usual over-confident voice.

I snorted. "You wish."

Nick must've been waiting for the right moment, because then he stepped forward, and punched Blake right in the eye.

Blake lost his balance, and fell over.

A couple of people cheered, some sniggered, others laughed, but he silenced them by shooting them daggers.

He made a move to get back at Nick, but I stepped in between them once more.

"Stop! Fighting is NOT going to solve this!"

"Although there's nothing to solve. She loves me Blake, get over it man." Nick said, causing Blake to flinch, which then made Nick smirk.

"You will pay for this Moretti," Blake spat at Nick. "And you Lailah," I rolled my eyes. "It's not hard to work out you want me. It's just admitting it that is the hard part."

And with that, he stalked away, leaving people staring after him.

Mr. Quinn cleared his throat. "You are all dismissed."

Nick slid an arm around my waist, and quickly guided me out of the forest, before the mob of students came rushing out.

We went to my dorm, and he locked the door behind us.

"We need to talk," he said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Sure," I replied, if not a little nervously.

I sat down on the couch, and he followed, but in the recliner instead.

"First of all, how do you and Blake know each other so well?"

"Well, when I first got here, he showed me to my room. I suppose ever since then, he's just been showing me around Sais Boarding School. And also, because he's with Brittany, sometimes he's in my dorm with her."

"Okay…" Nick seemed unconvinced, but just went along with it. "Next. Why did he kiss you? And why didn't he hesitate?"

I gulped nervously. I knew this question was coming. "Well, you see…"

"Just get on with it Lailah."

"K. Well, you know when I first met you?" He nodded. "Well, it was around that time that Blake and I started to…ya know. Fool around? Just kissing when Brittany wasn't around. That kind of stuff. We then had an argument one morning. That was when we um…you know. Kissed. And me and Blake haven't spoken to each other since. Well obviously we spoke to each other today, but it wasn't exactly friendly was it?" I got up, went over to Nick, and sat on his lap, sliding my arms around his neck.

He smiled slightly. "Last question. How are you so beautiful?"

And with that, he lowered his lips down onto mine.

***

Blakes P.O.V.

I couldn't believe. I couldn't frickin believe it! I was the champion! And without much training, Lailah had beaten me!

But more importantly, I was impressed that she managed to push me away.

I could sense that she was about to kiss me back, you can feel it when their lips tense.

But I was surprised that Nick hadn't gone all 'shape-shifter' on me.

But it wouldn't have mattered. If I really wanted to, I could've killed him with one glance.

I don't know what Lailah was doing, fooling around with that poor excuse of a man.

But soon, she WOULD be mine.

She had to be.

***

Lailahs P.O.V.

After a while, I wanted to go and hang out with Tessa.

So I found her room, and knocked.

A short and skinny girl appeared.

"Hi, is Tessa in there?" I stretched my neck to try and see.

"Well, yah but…ok whatEVER. I don't care. Tessa some girls wants you." I rolled my eyes. Definitely part of Brittanys clique.

Tessa appeared at the door, her wide eyes shining with excitement.

"Yay! Lailah! Come on in!"

I walked in, and continued onto what I guessed was her room.

Tessa was wearing a kind of sports bra, like a croc top in a way.

And on her back stretched a long, marred scar.

My stomach twisted and churned uncomfortably.

I pointed and whispered, "Tessa…what IS that?"

"Oh this? Ok get comfy. It's a long story." I sat down on her bed. "Ok well, it all started with my boyfriend. He was extremely handsome, one of the most wanted boys in my high school. But it wasn't a surprise I was his girlfriend. Mens eyes followed me everywhere from the day I was twelve. In other words, I was beautiful, the girl all guys wanted to kiss once. One night, I was walking home from a friends. And then I saw him laughing with his friends. When Ethan, that's his name, when he got drunk, he got rowdy and unreasonable. So I decided to try and stick to the shadows, hoping that he wouldn't see me. I was scared. Back then, I didn't know there were such things as Morges, let alone that I myself was one.
"But he did see me. He beckoned me over, and how could I say no? He was my boyfriend. Drunk or not, he would know something was up. So I went over to him, and he handed one of the men his beer bottle. He then grabbed my face and kissed me.
I struggled to get away from him.
'Ethan, no' I pleaded.
He let me go, and looked at my enquiringly, his breath like beer.
'I'll see you tomorrow. Sober.' I added on the end.
"I began to walk away, but he wasn't having that. He grabbed my arm, and pulled me back.
'What do you think guys? Isn't she a beauty?' He asked the men.
'I don't know, it's hard to say with all them clothes on'. One of the men said. The others laughed and jeered.
"They stripped and beat me, and threw acid over my face. They whipped me, and burnt me. They left me broken, bleeding and lifeless in the street, thinking I was dead, but either way not actually caring.
"Eventually someone found me, and got me to a hospital. I was fine, except for this scar. This scar is where they slashed across my back with a carving knife. They did it a couple of times, being thorough, and making sure that it was as deep as it is now. It will never heal. And I will never have the same face as I did then. The acid completely disfigured all of my features. You may not notice it, but almost my whole face in plastic surgery and make-up. If I took off my foundation, you would see the burns. They are only faint, but still, they are there.
"I try to forget that night. I really do. I writhe in my sleep, and I have a phobia of knives. It will always haunt me.
"Trust me Lailah, and use this advice well. Never get involved with the wrong sort. It will always turn against you."

And with that, she stood up and left, leaving me to think

 

Chapter 16

Blakes P.O.V.

Today, I was going to kick Nick out of my lunch table.

At our school, there was a ring of tables, and it gradually moved out, so there was a circle of tables inside a circle of tables inside a circle of tables, and so on. The more popular you were, the closer to the centre you sat.

Currently, Nick and I sat at the centre table with a couple of other guys and girls.

But soon, Nick wouldn't be joining us again.

Lailah was mine, and I was about to prove that to both of them.

***

Lailahs P.O.V.

I was eating lunch with Tessa two days later, when suddenly a very angry looking peroxide bottle came up to me.

"You b*tch!" Brittany screeched. "You kissed my boyfriend!" She slapped me as she said 'boyfriend', putting emphasis on the word.

I stood up and stared her straight in the eyes. By now, about fifty people were watching.

"You need to get your facts right!" I said to her. "Maybe all that peroxide has gotten to your brain, and made you stupid."

She looked like she was about to say something, but I interrupted her.

"Oh no sorry, you haven't got a brain." I slapped my forehead as if I was stupid, obviously acting. "Silly me." Most people laughed.

I bet it wasn't often that people stood up to Brittany.

She looked confused. "That doesn't make sense."

"I know."

"You know what?"

"You know."

"I know what?" Brittany was getting more and more irritated.

"You know I know." I smirked, and everyone started to laugh again.

Brittany looked more confused than ever.

That made me laugh too.

"Brittany, do me a favour."

"Whateverr," she slurred, trying to act stupid again. Basically the whole school was watching now.

"I'll take that as a yes. Leave me alone." And with that, I walked off, and leaving people wooping, clapping and cheering my name as I walked away.

I bet not many people could do that.

***

Blakes P.O.V.

I had to admit, Lailah handled Brittany pret-ty well. I was shaking with laughter the whole time.

But I had to run off as soon as Lailah walked away. I needed to get to her dorm as quick as possible.

When I was finally in there (yes I know. I just smiled at the receptionist, and she gave me a key), I positioned myself so that when the door opened, I would be behind it.

It was a good ten minutes before Lailah finally came back.

As soon as she walked in, and stepped away from the door, I pushed it shut, and pressed her up against the smooth oak.

"Lailah," I breathed against her neck skin. "Lailah, Lailah."

She shuddered, and I smiled. I could tell she was already regretting her decision with Nick.

"What AM I going to do with you?" I rested my hands on her hips, and looked up to meet her brown eyes with my own grey ones.

"Here's one suggestion," she said, and then leant in to whisper in my ear. I nearly shivered, her touch was so right, so perfect.

"Leave me alone." And she pushed me. I wasn't expecting it, so I stumbled, and my back hit the sofa.

"Don't you get it Blake? I. Don't. Want. You." Lailah spelled out every word.

I didn't show it, but I was hurt. Even though they were only words, and she didn't mean it, they still stung.

"You can't possibly know Lailah! How can you be so…sure of yourself?" By now, we were almost at shouting point.

"I know, because I love Nick, and not you. I will never love you Blake!"

"Fine I don't care if you don't love me, but why create such a drama out of it?"

That got her, but she seemed to recover. "Maybe I want to spice up my life a bit."

"That isn't true." We were still managing to cling onto talking loudly, but soon we would lose our grip.

"What is your problem Blake?" Ok. The shouting had started.

"I should be asking you the same question!"

"You're hot, then you're cold! You're boring, then you're excited. You're loveable, then you're my biggest enemy."

"Yeah because you can really talk can't you?" I had had enough. I was pissed off, Lailah and Brittany were both annoyed at me. I really didn't need this argument right now.

"I don't see how you even have the right to say that! You're a failure Blake. We both are."

That's it. The helpless, innocent expression on her face I had finally uncovered completely made me lose my control.

I strode over to her, and grabbing her shoulders, pushed her up against the wall again, while pressing my lips to hers.

I couldn't believe it. Lailah actually kissed me back! And she said she didn't want me! Pfft!

I moved my hands down to her hips, and she slid her arms around my neck.

I deepened the kiss, and could tell she was enjoying it.

I picked Lailah up, and carried her over to the sofa, not breaking the kiss, and gently laid her down on it. I hovered over her body, my head bent.

I smiled in the kiss.

This was gonna be fun.

***

Nicks P.O.V.

My personal trainer was working me to the bone.

I was throwing punch after punch at the boxing bag.

I briefly looked up, and realised it was time to go back.

I said bye to my coach, got changed, and then began walking back to the Morges section.

Until something very unusual caught my eye.

Flying in the sky were Canadian Geese, but at the front was an eagle.

This could only mean one thing.

It was time to gear up.

Something was coming.

Something big.