Harmony High - Sequel

Avery

"A - a -and then he kept going on about how I've cheated on him! But I haven't! You should know that, of all people!" I sob to Leo, soon after Will had left. Leo just shrugs and looks down.

"How are you not showing though V? You've kept me up to date with your life since I first met you...The only person that you've told me that you've been with is Will." Leo states, looking me in the eyes. I shake my head my curls whipping around my face frantically, leaving droplets on my face a neck from my recent shower.

"I don't know! I don't fucking know!" I practically scream at him.

"Maybe...maybe you're not pregnant..." Leo states slowly. I shake my head.

"No. I have to be. I took the test. I've been puking like crazy. I have to be." I begin saying frantically. Leo gets up from his stool facing the kitchen island and hugs me tightly.

"V...Calm down. Please. Just listen to me for a sec. Its possible that...after receiving the pregnancy test, you were so caught up in what was stated that...well..." He pulled away from me and smiled. "Maybe you're not pregnant after all." Leo says grinning. I nod uncertain for a second. And then...it makes sense.

"So...i'm not pre-" Before I can finish, the doorbell rings frantically. Now who the hell could that be? Will usually waits a few days to approach me after an argument, and my parents are on a cruise to Alaska. Not only that, but its raining heavily outside, and i'm sure that i've heard thunder more than once since slamming the door.

"Do you want me to get it?" Leo asks, looking towards the double doors of the wing he's been living in, as if they were the front doors. I shake my head.

"Nah. Nothing I can't handle." I say with a small smile. Before I can pull away from his arms, he embraces me tightly before kissing me on the forehead once.

"You're strong Avery. Even if you are pregnant, you'll find a way to handle it. But honestly...at the moment, i'm pretty sure that you aren't." He pulls away and begins walking out of the kitchen. " I'm getting to sleep. Holler if you need anything, or just come into my bed for a cuddle session. 'Night V." He says, walks out of the other side of the kitchen. I sigh and head towards the main wing to where the front doors are. As soon as I open the door a large figure rushes into my house and i'm about to scream until he turns towards me, and I gasp.

"Dyl Dyl!" I scream and lunge myself at him. He grunts once I hit him but hugs me tightly.

"Hey Avery!" He says pulling away and smiling widely, his blue gray eyes looking at me with love. He looks me up and down and whistles. "Wowza ! Somebody has obviously grown out!" He says joking. I slap his arm with a bashful smile.

"Oh shut up you perv!" I laugh gleefully as I slap his arm playfully.

"Hmmm," He says, looking me up and down. "But you'll always be short stuff to me." He says, and stick out his tongue. Before I can come up with a witty retort I hear a scream from the upstairs landing and then suddenly Kristin is clambering downstairs loudly in nothing but her lacy bra and panties, and then suddenly she's in her brothers' arms.

"Oh Dilly! Oh mein Gott, warum bist du hier! Ich habe dich so verdammt viel verpasst! Wie konnten Sie Cambridge verlassen? Wollen Sie nicht in Schwierigkeiten zu bringen? Oh mein Gott ich weiß nicht einmal egal, ich habe gerade verpasst dank!" Kristin yells in fluent german.

"I'll be fine Kris. I was just worried about you. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there when mom and dad forced you over here! I would've gotten a larger apartment and let you continue school over in England. I'm so sorry." Dylan looks as if he's going to cry and buries himself into his sister neck and shoulder crevice. She combs her hands through her brothers sopping wet blond hair and sighs.

"Its cool bro. I've made new friends. I'll be fine. You can return onto the next plane back to England now, if you need to." At that Dylan rolls his eyes.

"I'm not going back to Cambridge blume." He says calling her the pet name he's had for her since she was born. Kristins mouth gapes open in shock.

"B-b-but you have to! You only have a month left!"She exclaims at him. He shrugs his broad shoulders nonchallantly.

"I'll be finishing my under grad and getting my masters over here. In law. And i'll be moving in here with you. Just to keep watch because you know how much I worry. I'll have most of my classes during the weekend and at night so i'll also be getting a job." He says with a self satisfied smile. Kristin seems to be at a loss for words so I decide to speak up.

"Anywhere in mind?" I ask him, crossing my arms. He nods excitedly.

"Yeah! I'll be teaching the economics and german and french class at your school. It'll be great." He says cheerfully. I sigh.

"Thats awesome Dyl. When do you start?"" I ask.

"Tomorrow. While on the plane here I made a lesson plan for the next six months and as soon as I landed I emailed it to your principal. She loves me." Probably because you have the looks of a german male model, I want to say, but he looks so eager and happy I just can't. I just sigh again.

"Let me go ahead and set a room up for you." I say, and tug a still shocked Kristin and Dylan upstairs with me.

Oliver Hemingway

So, I couldn't exactly avoid Lacey nor Kristin for the time being. I let myself get carried away with two girls and that leaves me with absolutely nothing. Obviously, the feelings I had were real. But, quite frankly, I feel more for one than the other. Like Johnny Depp says

"If you love two people at the same time, choose the second, because, if you really loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second."

And that's the truth. He's completely right. It makes it easy, I guess. But, you still have to get over the first one. You may know the second one is right, but there's a thing about the first one that made you love them anyway.

Problem was... I fell for Kristin twice. The moment I met her on the plane and the time I saw her in her room. Lacey would be considered the second heart, but the thing was, I didn't love her, I liked her. She was nice. Nice to me. It's hard to let her go because I enjoyed her company. A lot. And Kristin is not easy to be with, she's crazy, and that's why I like her. Cause she's crazy. Shit, I'm a little loony as well.

I looked over at my co-worker. She was stacking cups in the top shelves as I was re-filling the coffee beans into the makers. Yes, I'm the guy, I should be doing the harder tasks. But seriously, this girl won't let me. She's a full believer of 'If a man can do it, so can a woman!'. A feminist. Not hard to work with, but also not so easy. But, you gotta love her.

She's called Grace, makes us all call her Grace. Her real name though is Cornelia Frances Wilhelmina Lancaster. Yeah, I would say she's royal. She told us her family comes from England and her mother still happens to live there. They are part of the royal family, so that's why her name is like that. All of them need prestigious names. That's why she decided to run away and hate her life. Considerably, I wouldn't if I were her. Of course I'd hate the whole 'You're royal, so behave.' thing. But you always have to behave no matter what you are. In royalty however, there are things you'd hate to do, and I'd hate them too. It's just that she should be happy she gets the chance to be special and royal and stuff, so she shouldn't argue because not everyone gets that opportunity.

I feel like I spread my opinion too much.

"Aye, Gray." I said.

She looked over at me, her almost purple eyes meeting mine. A smile curled at her soft lips as she held onto the ladder she was standing on.

"You know, you're the only one that calls me Gray?" she said.

"You say that all the time, I feel flustered." I smirked.

A blush grew on her pale cheeks. I couldn't help but smile back. Standing up from the ground, I walked up to the ladder and held it for her. She finished stacking and walked down, her short figure taking a little while than I would. I towered her by a foot. Once she reached the floor, I pulled the ladder and stashed it under the counters.

"Would you want to go out with me?" Grace asked once I leaned against the counters.

It took me by surprise, but at the same time, I felt overwhelmed. Not another date. I already had two girls on my hands. I know, one date won't hurt. But really. It'd make me look bad just skipping around females like that. When did I turn freaking caring?!

"Really, you want to date some British chap? After your whole 'I'm not British! I'm American! I will not date any Brit!' rant?" I asked with a smile.

She rolled her eyes, looking away from me for a moment. Looking back, I caught something stir in her face. I couldn't recall what it could've been.

"I like you," She paused, taking a breath. "...and you like me. I believe it's time to make this happen."

The problem was, I didn't. Well, I did, but not like that. She was pretty, don't get me wrong. I would call her a real princess any day because of her beauty. It was delicate and soft. I found her very attractive. And nice. With the spunk I enjoy. Very bright too. But I did not have any feelings towards her. I believe I may have led her on. Why else would she like me?

"You make a great American by the way, no British accent." I avoided the topic all together. I didn't know why it made me nervous. Maybe I didn't want to break her heart. That means I cared for her, but not in that way.

"I was raised here. You know that. Now seriously. Stop avoiding the topic!"

"Look Grace, I can't." I sighed. "I already have a girlfriend."

Her mouth shaped into an 'O' as she turned away from me, staring out the coffee shop windows. Just as I said girlfriend, I imagined Kristin.

I think that proves who I have feelings for more.

Jasmine Bradley Urbaniak

Okay.

A new town.

It was quaint. I mean, there was nothing to complain about. Except for the fact that I knew nobody. This place was exactly a two day drive from my last home, Chicago. Well, it was a mere six hours away from Poland. So, a shorter flight to visit family. But still, I didn't like it.

I was more of a Seattle girl. Very modern, soft, big city, gloomy. This wasn't any of that. Harmony was cute, sunny, small town, happy. And it made me feel sort of off and depressed everyday. At least in Chicago there were more gloomy days, and on those I was happy. Which is odd, I know.

I've been to Seattle before. So I have every right to say I have reasons to love it. Well, I've been to New York before too... England, Japan, San Fran, Cracow, Taiwan, even South Africa.

Reason being. My life is a Hannah Montana life. I'm a rock star. Very popular actually. My stage name is Bradley. I sing in a band called Roxx, and I happen to also play the guitar. Jeez, I could be a solo artist. But I didn't like that idea at all. I love my band. We've got everyone, the drummer's Pete Harrison. Our lead bassist is Frank Sinatra (trust me, it's his real name). Another guitarist, the main one, her name is Penelope Delora. We are pretty tight knit.

Oh! I cannot forget Jack! Jack Knight is our pianist. He's amazing. He's barley ever playing with us though, because of college. But, we're happy he cares more of study than music, trust me, he'll get far. He loves music, but he's bad at balancing, so we helped him by letting him take time off the band to study.

"Hey, I'm Avery Piest. I'll be helping you around the school today." A very pretty girl with a coffee complexion and curly hair told me.

Anyone would be jealous of her because she is her.

"Hi Avery," I started to say.

"Ave, call me Ave!" she butted in with a smile.

Nodding, I went on to talk. "My name is Jasmine Urbaniak."

"Wow, what a last name..."

We started to walk down this huge hallway which was empty. All the students were in the classes already. The walls were white colored bricks with a 'Go Sharks!' in navy every few feet. The lockers were either gray or white. And the floor, it was my favorite part of the school so far, it was wood. Not all schools had wooden floors, but this one did. It was oak. I swear, my last school was nothing like this one. Especially since that one was ten times bigger.

"It's Polish." I smiled.

She looked at my schedule that they gave her. She got a copy because she's helping me today. Duh. I already said that.

"So, where are you from?" Avery asked as we took a turn down the corridors.

"Originally from Poland, but raised in Chicago."

"That's really cool. I've always wanted to go to the western part of Europe. When did you move here?"

"When I was two."

And we went on. She happened to be in three of my classes and she happy danced about it, I joined her in total just being nice. I don't um, happy dance. When it reached lunch time, she got so weird. A guy looked at her like a few times and she looked back when he'd turn away. He was hot. Seriously. And if they are together, I am so happy for her. Anyone would want to be with him. I'd fight with him everyday if it meant I could kiss him later.

"Hey, Ave, you okay?" I asked as I bit into my pizza slice.

She looked up from her salad, plastering on a fake smile. Her eyes were ready to burst from tears.

"Yeah, of course." she replied and looked back at her bowl.

I looked over her head and saw a girl approaching us. She had long, and I mean long brown locks. They were curly, so they hit her mid-stomach. I bet if they were straight, they'd hit the waist. She was petite, cute, like my size. We could swap clothes even. I caught her eyes which were an amazing blue, almost like the sea. With a lunch tray, she came up to our table and smiled. Avery lifted her head up... and...

"Can you not sit here." she hissed.

It caught the girl by surprise. I never heard Avery with that cold tone of voice. Well, I had just met her.

A girl came up behind her with big blue eyes and shoulder length soft brown hair. She was so pretty. I was getting jealous. Her face was like a model's, and so was the other girls'.

"But Ave, I always sit here." she said, her wording slow.

"It's Avery." another huff.

An awkward tension flushed passed us, and I proceeded to stuff the pizza down my throat, trying to leave anxiously. If I left, Ave left, and this wouldn't be happening. I hated these situations, well, everyone did. But I didn't need to be here.

"Come on Avery, what's this about?" The girl behind the first one asked, rolling her eyes.

"Lena, take your little tramp and get out of here!" Avery practically yelled.

The girl, Lena, she looked so shocked. And so did... the little tramp.

"Avery! The fuck?!" The girl in front of Lena yelled back.

"Jane and Lena, get the fuck out of here before I get you the fuck out of here."

Well, that sounded pleasant.

They both looked at each other then walked off in the other direction. Avery took a few deep breaths as her extremely red cheeks died down back to their original color. I sat there, so awkward and drank my coffee.

"I'm so sorry about that." Avery said, looking at me with apologetic eyes.

"It's fine, I just felt so off."

"I wouldn't doubt it. Jasmine, what did you say you worked at?"

"I work at Starbucks and I have a garage band."

With a nod, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through it. All this time, she didn't touch her phone, or maybe I didn't see her look through it. But she was impatiently scrolling and tapping. Then, she looked up at me and back at the screen. I started to feel uneasy.

What if she found out.

That was always my worry.

I didn't want to be famous. Bradley is famous enough.

Once she finished, she shoved the phone in my face. I took it from her hands with my shaking ones. There it was. A picture of me, Bradley.

"You look just like her!" Avery said. "I met her a few times, she guest stared on my Walking Dead spin-off."

I remember that. Oh my gosh! It was her. She looked so familiar. She played that wife. And her boyfriend tagged along... her boyfriend. It was the hottie. He was freaking there too. God, Avery was the nicest. She became my best friend on set, and even off. We lost contact a while ago. That sucked.

"We were the closest friends, believe it or not. But, we lost contact."

"Yeah, I know." I smiled at her, then caught myself with her reaction.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing. I meant, celebs like to disappear at some point, ya know." I tried to play off.

She gave me back a small nod and strange look. I handed back her phone and stood up from the luch table with my tray in hand.

"Let's go!" I said a bit too quickly.

William Franco

So Avery and I are over. Honestly. Truly. Over.

I'm a single man.

I had to take a few deep breaths just to feel alive. The library around me stood silent, no one here but a few book worms and me. It was my free hour of class. I know now Avery is in French. She would be crazy texting me, but since what happened, my phone is acting dead.

"Why, Why did I say that."

Just talking to myself wasn't great. I needed help. I had the help. Uh. My heart hurts. It actually hurts. I look over at my phone and saw Ave's face on the screen. She was my background. Her beautiful face.

"Uh," I heard someone say from above me. I looked up, scared that I knew who it was already.

"Hey," Jane said, extremely careful.

I looked back at the table, staring at the book that was in front of me. It was a Stephen King book, it's for my research. What makes a book terrifying? Why do we get scared? It's for psych.

"I think she found out." Jane said as she sat down in front of me.

Just her being around me made my body shake. Even my heart is racing. It's not like I had anything to her. It's just what happened. It made me really uncomfortable.

"Yeah," I sighed.

A pause passed through us.

"She bitched at me in lunch..." she said. "Will,"

I looked up and swallowed hard. It was hard to look at her cause all I would remember is kissing her. And Avery leaving me. And Emmett. He would be pissed. So pissed.

"Yeah, she bitched me for many hours and she's the pregnant one. And it's not with me." I huffed.

Her mouth shaped into an 'O' as she looked at the bookshelf on her left, my right. I caught her scanning a few of the books.

"Emmett and I... we broke up." she said softly.

"As if that changes anything." I replied as hurt passed through her eyes. "Ave dumped my sorry ass."

And then she faced me again. We didn't want to be together, I knew that. It was obvious with her as it was obvious with me. She started to pet her hair, which I just noticed was curly. She never curled, well, not in the time I've seen her.

"Why did you kiss me?" Jane asked.

"Why did you kiss me?" I replied.

"I don't know what happened that night but it shouldn't have." Jane said.

I just noticed that my hand was over hers, on the desk. When my brain realized this, I felt so odd, my hand felt like a random thing that landed in my body.

"I said I was in love with you." I started to laugh as I looked at our hands slowly intertwining. Her fingers were wrapping around mine. She was soft, so small too. But it was beautiful.

"Why?" she asked.

Looking up at her for a second, I saw her looking at our hands, a blush shaping her cheeks. Suddenly, I felt her hand get warm. I let my hand do whatever it was doing. My fingers started to run off and on from hers, just traveling her hand, exploring it. She had her nails un painted and was not wearing any rings.

"I don't know." she started to laugh with me. "Are you in love with me?" I added.

"Yeah, I think at least a little."

"It's weird, right?"

"Jane! There you are!" Kristin yelled from somewhere.

Jane pulled her hand away from mine and looked away from me. I followed her gaze and saw Kristin reading a magazine as she walked over to the table. Kristin lifted her head and smiled at Jane then looked over at me.

"Will, I didn't even see you with Jane. It's good to see you." she smiled.

So Avery didn't tell her yet. Good.

Kristin

Avery has been acting so weird lately. She spends almost every day in the east wing with Leo, just talking. When I asked her how things were going with Will she...well...freaked out. So from what i've gathered is that they've broken up. But thats normal, right? I'm sure that they'll be back together in no time. When I first came here it took her several hours just to describe how wonderful Will was. Believe me, i'm not exaggerating. That girl has definitely got a mouth on her.

Since that night with Oliver...I just don't know what to do. Its finalized. I'm in love with him. I have to tell Michael. Michael with the vibrant caramel skin, perfect white teeth, and abs to die for. Michael who has proven to me time after time that he would do anything for me and is probably already in love with me. I'll just put that out of my mind, but each second that drags on, i can't help thinking about why Oli hasn't contacted me since that night, and why I should feel bad for that because...scientifically I'm still with Michael.

Suddenly, as i'm roaming through the library during study I come across Jane and Will in the midst of my thinking. I plaster on a smile and head towards them. I'm not stupid. I saw their hands. But I quickly look down and then immediately back up with a look of pure naive innocence on my face.

"So," I begin as i sit down at the table they're inhabiting, noticing the look of awkwardness crossing Wills face quickly and Janes remaining blush. Hm. Interesting. "Guess what guys!" I exclaim excitedly.

"What?" They both ask in unison and then look back down, both of their faces growing pink. I roll my eyes. God damn. If they're keeping this a secret, then they really suck at hiding things.

"My brother is working at the school!" I say excitedly, clapping my hands. Jane looks puzzled for a second.

"You have a brother?" She asks quizzically. I nod my head.

"Yeah, I may have forgotten to mention him, but his name is Dylan and he's wonderful! He'll be starting his economics,german, and french classes starting tomorrow. It's gonna be so awesome! He would've started today but the principal wanted to give him a "private" tour of the school." I say rolling my eyes. They both nod and I get up.

"But um yeah...you two have a nice day...i'm gonna skip the rest to go shopping with Michael." I say cheerfully. When I get outside Michael is leaning on the hood of his car, his abercombie and fitch hoodie tightly clinging onto his strong forearms and abdominals. Gosh damn. It would be so much easier to break up with him if he wasn't so damned hot. It isn't even fair. He smiles brightly when he sees me approaching and I offer him a pathetic excuse for a wave.

"Hey babe." He says, hooking an arm around my waist and kissing me on the lips. I sigh loudly and he quickly lets go of me. He looks down at me confusedly. "Whats wrong Kris?" He asks quietly. I'm pretty sure that he already knows what i'm going to say.

"I have to break up with you." I say as I step around him to get inside of the passenger side of his car. He sighs looking down, and then gets into the drivers seat and begins driving in nowhere in particular.

"Did the guy finally come to his senses and fall in love with you?" Michael asks sarcastically.

"No. The guy is a dipshit. But there is someone else. That i'm pretty sure i'm in love with." I say, looking down at my lap.

"What the fuck Kristin! I'm in love with you! Can't you see that?" He asks yelling. I look up and see something in his eyes that scares me.

"I told you what you were in for bef-" Before I can finish I hear a sharp clapping sound, and suddenly my head hits the window and I only see white stars for a second. When I begin coming to, my cheek feels like its on fire and Michael is looking at me with disgust and...I don't even know what that other look is. He's stopped the car.

"You don't have sex with me, you don't blow me, you don't even give me a handy." He says, continuing to stare at me blankly." You don't appreciate me. So...I guess that we're just going to have to stay together until you do. Now get in the back seat." I stare at him with hard eyes, feeling my stomach churning with anger.

"Fuck you Michael. I am no-" He slaps me again, even harder this time, and I taste blood.

"Get. In. The. Backseat. Now." He says slowly. I only glare at him. Suddenly he grabs my hair and practically throws me into the backseat. He climbs back with me, and suddenly I realize where he's driven. To the farming part of Harmony, about ten minutes from Harmony High, but far enough where I can't see any people. Now i'm beginning to feel the first few stabbings of fear. I can take a few hits but no one can hear me scream out here. He forces his mouth onto mine and shoves his tongue into it. I bite it hard and he quickly backs off from me. He punches me in the face twice. I'm pretty sure that I blacked out for a few minutes because when I come to,he's forcing himself into me. I begin scream and slapping him. And then I just stop. And wait. After he grunts one, two, three, four times he gets off of me, and buttons his pants back up. He silently climbs into the drivers and begins driving me back home. I don't feel dirty. I don't feel blank. Ha, I'm not even surprised. I always knew that something like this would catch up to me if I kept making dumb decisions but...well what can you expect.

As i'm climbing out of the car, my battered body struggling to stand up, I look over at Michael. His face is tear stained and is looking straight forward. Before I close the door I hear him quietly mutter "It was only because I love you." And then I slam it.

Avery

I almost scream when Kristin walks into my room. Her fair, alabaster skin is bruised with red, blue and blood. She walks in slowly almost stumbling, and quickly presses a finger to her lips. I quickly hop off of my bed, all drama with Will forgotten. I help her into my large bathroom and sit her on my vanity chair and quickly grab my first aid kit. As i'm cleaning the blood off of her face she looks down. I don't know how this happened. I don't know who did it. But for the first time in awhile...I feel crazy. I feel as if I can walk downstairs, pick up a knife, and literally slit someones throat.

As i'm helping her pull of her shirt she quietly begins speaking." Avey...when we were kids...and you promised me that if I ever came to your front door with a dead body...you would help me bury it?" She asks quietly. I smile grimly, a weird type of feeling of adrenaline filling my veins. "Avery...I don't want him to go to jail. I want to kill him. He..." she doesn't say anything and only gingerly begins pulling off her black skinny jeans. Thats when I notice the bruises running all up and down her pale thighs. And the blood staining her underwear. When I look back up at her, she's quietly sobbing. I pull her into me and her legs begin to shake until they just give out. I help slowly drag her out onto my bed and help her into it. Almost as soon as her head hits the pillow she falls asleep. And I watch her. Until I just climb into bed next to her and cuddle up next to her. In the middle of the night I can feel her shaking and I hear soft sobs coming from her. I just hug her tighter to me until she falls asleep.

I want to kill him. Whoever did this. I want him dead.

Jane Wills

Why was he holding my hand? Why was I enjoying this? Why didn't I pull away sooner? I knew Kristin, she was just being nice. She's my friend, the closest friend I've had in a long time. I really do not wanna lose her over something extremely stupid.

It's weird how the feeling was. It was electric. Like little bits of electricity flowing through your blood stream electric. And the look on his face when he realized we were holding hands... it was way amazing. It was like, the first time. A look of astonishment? I couldn't help but feel so giddy after seeing that smile on his face.

But I couldn't do this.

"Hey, aren't you Kristin's brother?" I asked, walking into a classroom in which I knew, Dylan was in.

He looked at me, caught by surprise. Jeez. Talk about a girl that was drooling. I was drooling. He's just so hot. And looks just like Kristin, which is pretty. The way his hair was perfectly styled on his head, a great light blonde. His face structure was just to die for, I just wanted to touch his face. Just to touch his cheekbones. And his eyes. They were like Kristin's, but I could detect a hint of grey in them. I would so want him.

I thought I'd come in all confident, but after seeing him... eh. I will be the little school girl that I happen to be.

"Yes," he paused. "I'm Dylan, and you?"

"Jane," I smiled, walking into the classroom, letting the door shut behind me.

He towered me, even taller than Will. Also, the way he dressed was so elegant and European. It was really attractive.

"Are you one of my students?"

"Yeah, I actually am."

Kristin told me yesterday where he'd be at for the rest of the year. And she managed to get us into his class. Mostly because she wanted to spend the most time she could with him and all that. And here's me, a very supportive friend. So I decided why not. He's not that much older than us, so maybe he'll go easy. And we know him. So pluses everywhere.

"Wait, you are Jane Wills? That girl Kristin always talks about? The long haired, artsy one?" he had a better accent than Kristin though, I guess he worked on it. His was more British than European.

"Correct. That's me. She talks to you a lot?"

I walked up to his side of the desk, letting myself lean against it as he stacked some papers on it and got stuff ready. It looked as if he was in a hurry even though his class was starting in like an hour. I am on my lunch break. And trust me, I don't wanna be seen in the cafeteria.

"Well, she is my younger sister. Why would she not?" A smirk came across his face, his oh-so-pretty face.

It took everything in me not to start flirting. But I had to prevent it. One, he's Kristin's brother. My best friend's brother. And two, he's now my teacher. So, I took a deep breath and looked back at him.

"Right. Well, it was great to meet you..." I pushed myself off the desk and started to walk to the door. "I'll see you in class."

"Wait, why so quick?" he asked.

I turned my head and saw him leaning against his desk, holding a mug in his hand. But there was this look in his eyes that made him so irresistible. The thing was, he was no player. I mean, Kristin isn't, so why would he be?

"Lunch, this girl has to eat. You'll get around here. Trust me. All these girls will be all over you." I managed to say.

"I don't believe so. I'm not easy to be with." he brought out a nice laugh. "I'll see you in class Jane."

And I was on my way back to my locker. The halls were empty which was typical. Then, I felt someone touch my shoulder. Turning on my heel, I saw Emmett. I couldn't tell if I was hyperventilating or I just couldn't catch my breath. Seeing him made me so anxious. Every time I saw him, I wanted to kiss him, hug him, let him hold me. I know we broke up, but I can't handle loving him.

"Hey, Jane." he paused. "I need to talk to you and it's not about us."

The heartbreak came for a second, then passed.

"What," I said sternly.

"Tell me about Oliver Hemingway."

Shit.

"Why?"

"I don't like him. He's an odd person. And I don't need him hurting my sister." Just the look in his eyes would frighten anyone.

I took a deep breath and looked at anything but him. What could I say? Oli was nice, great actually. He was staying at my place for a bit. He needed to escape CT. He has problems of his own. But it's all alright.

"I just met him Emm- Emmett. And I don't know him too well." I was honest.

He sighed, running his hand down his face. "Jane, please. I don't want to talk to you longer than I have to."

Just him saying that created tears behind my eyes. I couldn't stand to be around him either. All of me was cracking at the seams.

"I'm serious. He's a nice guy. He has problems but I don't know them. You'd have to talk to him Emmett. Okay? He's a really good guy. He has his heart on his sleeve." I took another deep breath and tried to calm myself down. "I'm sorry," and I meant that for any reasons.

He looked at me, like really looked at me for a second then waved at me, turning away. I watched him walk down the hallway and to a classroom. Then, I let my tears fall as I leaned against the wall, hiding my head in my hands. I was sobbing, letting at these tears soak my sleeves. My nose was runny and my head was hurting It was disgusting. And I wanted to call only one person which I was sure wouldn't wanna talk to me about my problems. Cause then I'd have to tell her what happened. And she'd hate me.

But she was my best friend.

"Jane!" she said on the other end all chirpy and happy. "Where are you?"

"Kristin," I managed to choke out.

"Jane?" now it was all worry. "Jane, are you okay? What happened?"

I clicked the hang up button on the phone and searched for another number. Found it. After just a few rings, he answered.

"Hey," Will said.

"Hey Will, can you help me?"

"What's going on?" he was worried.

"Can you take me home?"

"It's the middle of the school day. Jane, are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm in hallway C. Please Will."

"Yeah, no problem. Just wait for me."

Oliver Hemingway

Someone slammed the front door. It was either Jane's mother or Jane herself. But then, I heard some rustling. And kissing. A lot of kissing. Did her mom bring some guy over? If she did, good I'm in my room. Well, my guest room.

Why did I leave my house and stay here? It was easy. I was in New York, New York. This place let me relax for a while. And Jane was so kind. I got really comfortable. These people care for me for the time being. And I go to college just down the block. So, instead of driving for an hour and a half, I walk for five minutes. Thank God they let me stay. Her mother was all, Why not stay? This is so much closer to your college anyway! and Jane was all, Yeah, why not? We don't bite. And so, in which, I decided why not. This also made it easier for me to think and be on my own. I was mostly home alone, so I thought a lot.

The making out went on. And then some shuffling. I could even hear clothes falling. Not that I was an expert or anything, but I knew what was going on. It's nothing new to me, having sex on the quick. But would it really be her mother? It wouldn't be Jane. She just broke up with Emmett. So, I decided to investigate. I know, I'm not the type to intrude and really shouldn't intrude, but I had to. I felt really uneasy about it.

I got off my chair and walked to the door. Pressing my ear against it, I heard some talking. It was faint, so I couldn't actually detect who it was. I did want to munch on something, so I could just say, if anything, I wanted to grab some crisps. So, I turned the door knob and stepped out into the hallway. Looking over at the direction to the living room, I saw two shadows. I walked down the hallway, being as quiet as I could. But then again, that's crazy.

Instead, I walked as I normally would as my heart started to race. Walking into the living room, I saw clothes everywhere. A leather jacket on the couch. Jane's black pea coat was on the floor next to it. Jesus.

Oh my. It's Jane. And that's not Emmett's coat. I knew Emmett and he doesn't wear leather jackets. I looked at the kitchen and saw them. Jane was sitting on the kitchen island as a guy was kissing her. They were all over each other. I couldn't tell who the guy was. So I did what I had to do. I mean, he looked familiar, but I wasn't sure.

I cleared my throat. Loudly. They still got at it. I tried again. Nothing, so I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out my orange juice bottle. Shutting it, I heard a gasp. Turning my head, I saw Jane glaring at me.

"Oh, Ello!" I smiled at the both of them. And now I recognized who the guy was, it was that guy from Kristin's house, Will. I wasn't sure why he was at their house though, maybe he was helping them out with something? No. Kristin told me he was Avery's boyfriend.

"Hey, Oliver, right?" Will said with a smile.

"Yeah. Will, it's nice to see you again. I won't bother you both, just wanted a drink. Carry on." I said, walking away.

As I walked to my room, I heard Jane excuse herself and her footsteps reaching me. I walked back down the lit hallway and reached my room, opening the door.

"Oli," Jane whispered from behind me.

I turned my head and saw the frantic look on her face. It caught my breath actually.

"I'm going to my room. You guys have fun, seriously. You deserve it. But Will? I didn't even think of that! Talk about surprising people!" I said.

She took a deep breath and looked at me in that way you knew she was lost. "No, you just spared me. I was carried away."

"What do you mean?"

Again, she took a deep breath than pushed me into my bedroom, shutting the door behind us. I took a sip of my orange juice and put it on my desk, out of the way.

Jasmine Urbaniak

"I guess I'll see you sometime. Enjoy Harmony! And really have fun, cause this is the only time to get it." Avery said.

"Well thanks Avery." I smiled.

She gave me a soft smile than opened up her arms. I wasn't sure what to do with this, but she just wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me for a second. I pulled my arms around her and hugged her back, all awkward. But I tried. She then pulled away, shaking my shoulders a bit.

"You got this. It's your last year anyway." Her arms fell back to her sides. "You know what? Come over to my place. I'm throwing a little party for my cousin, he just came to America."

"Oh, that's real nice of you."

"Don't sweat it. You're nice, really nice. So come over, please? You'll meet all sorts of people."

I let myself think for a moment than responded. "Yeah, I'll come."

"Great, I'll text you the info. See you!"

"Bye!"

She then proceeded to walk away with a smile on her face and a jump in her walk. I looked around the classroom and saw two people talking to each other at the front. It was our teacher Mr. Piest and Kristin, Avery introduced us. She told me they were siblings. I just finished grabbing my things, so I started to walk down the room, to the door.

"It was strange. She called me than hung up." I heard Kristin say.

"I saw her today, so she should've been here." Mr. Piest replied.

That's all I heard before I walked out into the hallway. I had managed to get all my things, so I found my way to the school parking lot.

Avery (One day earlier)

"Avery...i want to see my sister." Dylan says, his eyes growing darker. I shake my head. Again.

"You can't Dyl. Sorry dude, but she's really really sick." I say, shrugging my shoulders. It's not hard to lie. It's what all of us actresses do on a regular basis. Dylan looks as if he's going to explode. His face is getting red and that look in his eyes is only getting darker. I know what's happening. His anger is growing. And when that happens...well I just can't lie anymore in risk of things blowing up way out of proportion.

"She doesn't want to see you at the moment Dyl. She's gotten hurt really bad and we both know that if you see her...well you just won't be able to control yourself. It's happening already if you haven't already noticed it." I say pointedly, in which he immediately deflates with a trembling sigh.

"It's just...you know how much I worry for her Ave. She hasn't been to school in several days, let alone come out of your room." He says looking down. I shrug.

"I think that you forget that I have both a mini fridge, microwave, and snack bar in my room." He rolls his eyes at my statement but then looks at me seriously for a second.

"How is she hurt Avery? And who hurt her?" He asks. Oh god...His hands are beginning to tremble. Shit shit shit. Now I really have to lie to cover that one up.

"Um...well a guy that she is head over heels for hasn't called back since the night that they confessed it for each other. And now she's heartbroken." Its only the half truth. Hell not even the half truth. But still Dylan nods his head.

"Does she want me to take care of him?" He asks, dead serious. For a second I feel like laughing. This feels like such a mobster movie moment. Is Dylan gonna make Oliver swim with the fishes?

"No Dilly. How was your first week of teaching though?" I ask, trying to bring down some of the tension in the air and change the subject. He blushes pink for a second. Ah...There's the sweet Dylan that we all know and love.

"Well...i thought that it would be a great idea for me to get to know each and every one of my students personally, because I am entering in the middle of the year. So I made these little get to know you sheets with the basic questions like what do you like to do in your free time, and all of that. But some of those girls...we're quite promiscuous ..." He says, his cheeks getting pinker. I bust out laughing. I find Dylans...innocence so cute on him. It's not that he's naive or anything. He just doesn't see how attractive he is, and how flirty he sounds sometimes when he's only teasing.

"Oh my gosh can I please see some of them?" I ask, almost begging. Oh gosh it would be so nice to be able to hold something like that over someone's head. Dylan rolls his eyes.

"Alosha asked me to read them for her on skype. She was laughing for hours." He says, a soft smile growing on his face.

"How are you two anyways?" I ask, noticing the soft look that enters his eyes.

"We're going strong. I'm completely in love with her. We haven't seen each other in several months though, and I'm thinking of flying her down here for a few weeks. Since she's moved to France, and has begun her new job in that bakery, we haven't had much time to talk. And I miss her so much." I look at him strangely.

"Doesn't she miss you too? You only speak of how much you miss her. How about her?" At that he smiles broadly.

"I always hate speaking for her. But from what I can tell, she misses me just as much as I do her. If not more. Avery..." he looks down for a second, considering his words before he says them "I...well she's turning eighteen in three months. I decided to fly her over here soon and to...well get her an apartment in the city for us both to live in so that she can go to some culinary college over here to do what she loves. And...on the day of her birthday...i want to propose to her." My mouth gapes open at this information.

"Are you sure about this? I mean you're only twenty..." I say trailing off. He nods.

"She's on my mind always Ave. I'm completely in love with her. I spoke of marriage jokingly to her before, but she always took it seriously. I wanna do this because...well...i can't picture myself with anyone else." He shrugs.

"Well I support it. One hundred percent." I say smiling. He sighs.

"Okay...now one more to go." He says looking at my bedroom door.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I've already asked my father, mother, your father, mother, hell, I've even asked Karin. All she said is that she wants aunty Aloshy to bake her some sweets if we do get married. Now...well...i just need to ask her best friend." He says quietly. I nod.

"Tomorrow. I promise. You can see her tomorrow. But for now just make flight arrangements for Alosha. I haven't seen her in years." I say smiling.

"She'll be staying here, in my room for the first couple of months. I already talked it out with your parents but I still thought that it would only be right to run it by you." I nod and he smiles broadly.

"When will she be here?" I ask, curiously. He looks down sheepishly.

"In a few days. I just couldn't wait to see her. I hope that, that will be alright." He says, continuing to look down. I roll my eyes.

"Of course its okay. I'm happy that your happy Dyl." He looks up and smile widely and then envelops me in a hug. His expensive clive christian cologne envelops my nose and I take a deep inhale. Oh gosh it smells so good. I pull away.

"Whats the name of the cologne? I may want to get it for Will-" I stop myself from speaking and look down. It just slipped out. I had been thinking of what to get Will for christmas recently and it just popped up. I felt my eyes filling with tears and took a quick two steps back. Dylan frowns at me.

"Are you alright, Ave?" He asks, looking at me worriedly. I plaster on a smile and start reaching for my door knob.

"I'm fine. Great actually. Um...i'm gonna get to sleep. Have a good night Dyl." I yank open the door, and immediately slam it then run straight into my bed.

"Whats up?" Kristin croaks out. I cuddle into her and she combs a hand through my hair. "Its alright, Avey. Its all gonna be fine." She keeps saying. I pull back, my face tear stained and frown deeply.

"I'm so selfish Kristin! After what happened to you...i'm cry over my petty little problems. I'm so sorry." I look at her battered faced covered in black, blue, and yellow from her fading bruises. She shrugs and smiles.

"I'll be fine Avey. Believe me. If I ever see him again, i'll probably kill him. I just...called someone for some...protection." She says slowly, staring deeply into my eyes with a strange look. I raise an eyebrow.

"You bought a gun?" I ask quietly. I'm not surprised. Actually...although i'm all against gun violence, i'm partially happy that she has something to protect herself with. She nods.

"I'm not scared to use it Avey. I just...feel so blank. I feel aloof and detached. He raped me. He beat me. I want him dead." All I do is nod as she blankly looks at the blanket covering her.

"Does that mean that your gonna go to school tomorrow?" I ask. She nods.

"I also...need something to distract me. Alosha will be here. I can't even look at her. Not after whats happened."I nod.

"Then call Oliver. Let him help you to forget." She shakes her head.

"He doesn't want to love me Avery. He's not ready for that type of...responsibility yet. He wants to have fun. Live out his youth. And me...I'm scared of how he makes me feel."Her eyes begin filling up with tears since the first time shes come into my room.

"Then...just don't think about him. Don't let him make you feel this way right now. Okay?" She nods at my words.

"What are you gonna do with Will?" She asks quietly after a few minutes of sitting in silence. I shrug.

"Nothing I can do. He's made his choice. And me...well...atleast i'm not preggers." She sits up abruptly and looks at me with hard eyes.

"You thought that you were pregnant and you didn't tell me?" She asks, her voice hard. I shake my head.

"Its not like that Kris. I was so scared. But ateast now I know that i'm not..." I say smiling but my eyes continue filling with tears.

"Oh Avery." She cries out and hugs me close to her. I let out everything I had been holding in since I took the test, and she cries with me.

"You're the best, ya know." I whisper, after an hour of us blubbering out our souls.

"Nah. You are." I jab her in the side with my forefinger and she laughs. It comes out croaky but still beautiful.

Dylan

"Are you sure that you're alright K?" I ask Kristin who begins leaving my classroom I can tell that she's using a lot of makeup but for what? She and I have great complexion. We don't break out. At all. She smiles.

"I'm fine Dilly. Really." She giggles to herself. "Dilly, really, they rhyme!" She laughs as she walks out. I roll my eyes. I love Kristin. She's literally like a bundle of joy to me. No matter what she does she makes me smile. Her goofiness, her humor, just her all around everything makes me love my little sis so much. She took the news so well that I would be proposing to Alosha. Honestly, I was kind of surprised. I had thought that, they had some type of falling out before I left. Well...atleast its all forgiven now.

"Mornin' cuz!" Avery says as she prances inside. "Oh did I tell you...i'm throwing a party for you!" She says excitedly. I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Avery...I don't want to get drunk with a bunch of my students. It's inappropriate. I'm actually pretty sure that its also against the law." Avery looks down and the rolls her eyes.

"I'm also inviting some college students. Some peeps around your age. So it'll be fine." She says as she hops up onto one of the desks.

"Avery, I don't want a party. I need to go shopping to prepare for Alosha when she comes tomorrow. I don't have time for this." I say, beginning to walk out of the classroom.

"Oh come on, stop being so boring Dyl! There hasn't been a full Piest party in so long. And we've never done it over here in America!" She says, jumping off the desk and falling into step with me as I walk to my car.

"One, it wouldn't be a full Piest party unless cousin Angi was here with us. Two, I have no interest in spreading it over here to America." I say rolling my eyes once again. Avery jumps into my car, and when I stare her down all she does is roll her eyes.

"I'll help you shop for Alosha. You'll need some feminine advice anyways." I sigh and pull out of the parking lot.

"No party. I refuse to have the place trashed when Alosha gets here." Avery pouts.

"Okay okay. It'll be a small "get together" hows that?" She asks. I consider it and then nod to which she excitedly claps her hands.

"Drop me off at home please!" I can feel my agitation growing into anger. I turn the car around and drop her off. "Ta-ta for now Dyl!" She says and slams the door.

After I finish shopping, feeling accomplished I begin driving back home. My smile quickly disappears when from five blocks away I hear booming music. When I bust through the doors people are milling around everywhere.

"I'm going to fucking kill her..." I growl quietly. I stomp upstairs and begin heading into my bedroom before I hear an ear piercing scream. I quickly drop everything and run into Kristins room. The first thing I notice is the gun on the floor right by the door. And then its like everything is in slow motion. I look up at the bed and see Kristin fighting tooth and nail with some muscular hispanic guy. He's pulling down her jeans and she's screaming her head off. Had I been downstairs I wouldn't have been able to hear it. And then its as if I lose all of the feeling in my body and suddenly all I see is red.

I walk up behind the guy and tug his collar roughly. He begins falling back and before he can hit the floor I've already punched him in the nose, hard. Blood stains my hand but I don't stop there. Its a good thing his hair is pretty long. I wind it up in my hand and punch him hard in the temple. Before he can do anything (not like he could. He's probably seeing stars from that punch in the temple.) I kick him hard in the groin. He grunts and I drag him from the bedroom by his hair and onto the landing of the staircase.

"Thank you for letting me take out all of this pent up anger on you. I've been holding it in for awhile and now..." I smile "Its all emptied." I let go of his hair and kick him hard down the stairs. On his journey down I watch as his neck bends at an unnatural angle. I smile even wider and then walk back into Kristins room.

Kristin

"He's dead." My brother says smiling. My heart stops. Not at the fact that, that douche is dead. I'm actually quite happy about that one. No what scared me was the look in his eyes. He sat down on my bed and ran a hand through his hair. "I need you to help me Kris. They're gonna ask what happened here tonight and i'm going to need you to say that he tried to take advantage of you. That he was drunk. You kicked him out of your room. What i'll say is that I saw the dumbass stumbling around outside and walk into a wall. He acquired all of the bruises from falling down the stairs. That, and the broken nose. Do you get me?" I nod. He sighs.

"What about that?" I ask quietly, pointing at the gun on the floor. He sighs again, goes into my bathroom, gets a tissue and wipes the handle. And then he picks it up.

"They haven't stopped the party yet. Meaning that nobody has noticed his body. I'm gonna slip this on him. Okay?" I nod. He leaves my room and I take a deep breath. Strangely calm. He comes back into my room and envelops me into a hug.

"I love you Kris. If you needed me to handle that guy, I would have. But are you alright?" I nod.

"Change your clothes Dilly. Thats evidence." When he leaves my room I fall back, and stare at the ceiling. And smile.

Two days later

Everything happened the way Dylan said it would. The police just said that it was do to alcohol. And...I don't know how or why but that was it. No one went to jail. Nothing out of the sort. It felt too normal. But I guess that no one cared. I'm definitely not going to the funeral. Today was the day that Alosha was coming. I was scared. Honestly. I might cry or freak out. What if i'm still in love with her?

She comes in looking vibrant and happy. Even though she's only wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a fitted green sweater she still looks voluptuous and beautiful. Her chocolate skin looks alive and almost seems to be glowing. She's even straitened her long black hair and it falls all the way to her waist, semi covered by a beret that matches her sweater. She looks beautiful and happy. As soon as she spots Dylan she drops her luggage and runs to him.

"Mon amour!" Alosha cries out, and jumps into Dylans arms.

"I've missed you so much my love." Dylan says, nuzzling himself into the crevice of her shoulder and neck. Suddenly he's dropping down onto one knee, obviously forgetting to wait until her birthday I guess.

"Alosha...Will you marry me...I was going to wait until your birthday but...fuck it." He says smiling an a hundred watt smile. She smiles too, looking like the happiest girl in the world.

"Of course! Of course! I love you!" Dylan quickly comes up and takes her into his arms and begins spinning her around. He lowers her slightly and they kiss. So deeply and passionately that I feel the need to look away. A small crowd has gathered and they all begin clapping their hands. And...I smile. I thought that it would be hard to see this but...i'm in love with someone else now. And i'm happy that my brother can be happy, after all i've put him through. So I begin clapping too.

Avery

"Do you know who you look a lot like?" I ask Leo while lazing around on his bed. He turns from his laptop and looks at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Who?" He asks turning all around...and now that I look at him more closely...He looks exactly like who I think he does.

"Well...do you watch anime?" I ask blushing slightly. The only people who knew about my anime obsession were Will and Kristin. Will, because we decided to tell each other our deepest darkest yet still innocent secrets one night, and Kristin because she used to watch every single one with me. Leo widens his eyes at me for a second.

"You know what anime is?" He asks sarcastically. I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at him. He catches it and chuckles. "Sorry love. It's just that...well you seem like the type that wouldn't. No offense of course." I roll my eyes at him.

"What? Because I'm a cheerleading, partying, girly girl? Don't underestimate me Lee Lee." I say and stick my tongue out at him. He rolls his eyes at me (tee - hee he's growing more like me by the second).

"Who do I look like?" He asks turning back around to his laptop.

"Well everything about you kinda reminds me of Sebastian from Black Butler. I used to have the biggest crush on him, and it was so nerve racking! I mean I can't very well pull him out of the t.v can I?" I ask rhetorically in frustration. I sigh and look down. When I hear movement I look back up to see Leo standing.

"I'm gonna head downstairs to get an orange. You want something? " He asks with a smile. I feel my heart flutter and quickly look down, and then shake my head. I hear him chuckle deeply as he walks out.

I like him. Plain and simple. I'm really in...like, with Leo. I almost feel like a slut. I mean Will and I just broke up three weeks ago. I should be moping and eating ice cream. Instead I'm constantly hanging out (yes, hanging out. I haven't been sleeping around, or ,hell, even kissing since we've broken up. Although recently I have been quietly wishing that Leo would just kiss me. Would just throw me down onto the bed and-)

"Young mistress. I've brought you some organic chai tea. I even made you a side dish of chocolate macaroons. I hope that you enjoy." I hear a deep, British sex voice say from the door. Oh god that voice. When I look up I gasp. White collared shirt. Black vest. Black tie. Black slacks. Black coat tail. Black hair. And those already hazel eyes of his looking at me with that Cheshire cat like smile on his face. Even the shoes...

"Oh shit." I mutter to myself, to which he smirks at. He walks over to me and I even notice a new cologne of his. It's spicy and musky and it makes me want to take a nibble or two out of him. He places the tray on my lap and backs up and just stands there. Doing the Sebastian smirk. I stare down at the tea and macaroons on my lap and feel my face go red.

"Leo I-" I begin but he cuts me off.

"It is Sebastian, young mistress. Oh, would you like me to brush your hair while you eat, my lady?" I nod silently, and begin eating the macaroons and tea in front of me. When he gets back he still has that smirk on his face and I can feel my face growing hotter.

"I've got your brush and comb, young mistress. Please, first allow me to take off my gloves." Oh no...no no no...If he does that I swear that I will have a nosebleed right here and now. He slowly lifts his wrist to his mouth, his eyes on mine the whole time, and softly places the edge of the glove in his mouth. My god. Damn sex magnet. I look back up and he's doing the other gloved hand, and is now putting the tip of his forefinger in his mouth, and slowly and gently yanks on it with his teeth. He can take me now. Right now. Seriously. When he's finished and clasp his hands I let go of a breath I hadn't even realize I'd been holding.

"Now," He says continuing on with the English accent. It sounds so real and so like the actual Sebastian. " Let me start your hair." I turn my body so that he can begin but he quickly touches my shoulder. "No. Get into the chair please." He says quietly. When I stand, I suddenly feel really self conscious of the dark red silk nightgown I'm wearing. With no bra.

I sit down in the chair and he takes a piece of my curly brown locks, and begins softly brushing it. I almost wanna moan. And then suddenly he puts down the brush and places both of his warm hands onto my shoulders and begins to massage.

"I know that you've been stressed lately, madam. I just want to ease that from you..." he says his voice growing husky.

"Unbutton the first three buttons at the top of my nightgown." I say, my first complete sentence since he's come back in the room. I moan softly, and suddenly there's a pair of lips at my neck. My breath gets caught in my throat.

"So soft..."He mumbles from against my skin. I quickly get up and he stares at me in shock as I point at the bed.

"Sit." I command him breathlessly. He walks over to the edge of the bed and sits down. I walk over to him and kiss him softly on the lips. He tastes like mint and I have to force myself away. I lower the coat down his shoulders and unbutton the vest and the button down white shirt. Now his tie is just sitting there loosened in between the opened sides of the shirt showing off his bare chest and abs.

I back away from him and reach behind me and then I begin unbuttoning my night gown. When I'm finished it falls down at my feet In blood red puddle of silk. I step out of it and shyly look up at Leo. He's just staring at me in wonder.

"Beautiful. Like a piece of art." I hook my thumbs through the sides of my underwear and pull down and then I walk to him and straddle him on his lap. We kiss again and it feels like euphoria. He pulls me up the bed and lays me down on the bottom while he climbs on top.

"Young mistress...i have two things to tell you. One, after we do this, we are officially together. No if, ands, or buts. And second..." he lowers his mouth down to my ear and I shiver when I feel his cool breath on my neck. "I promise you that I am one hell of a lover." And then he sinks into me and all of the rest is just bliss.

Spoiler

Sorry guys I know that I've been posting a bunch but I've just started watching anime again and I just had to :3. But yeah. They're together now.

Jane Wills

It wasn't like I wanted this to happen. It just sort of did. We have a really weird connection towards each other that, well, it's really hard to resist. Just the feeling of him behind me makes me want to throw him down and kiss him like there's no tomorrow. Gosh.

And I'm talking about Will. William... what's his last name? I don't even know his last name. How could we be so linked?!

We stood at the front of my apartment block in the city of New York. It was still light out, since the time was around one in the afternoon. He managed to get us out of school and it took us an hour to get here. Harmony was pretty far. But once I got in the car, I couldn't stop sobbing. And Will held me hand the whole time we drove. I don't know. It wasn't as embarrassing as I told it'd be. He was there for me.

He insisted on staying with me for a while, to keep me company. And he didn't have any plans either. So, he was happy about the idea to stay. I really wanted to be alone, and I had hoped that Oliver would be out somewhere so I'd be completely alone. But like I said.

He insisted.

So, I opened the door of the entry way and slid my key into the door that led us to the stairs. We started our way up the lit stairway, which was just renovated. They made the whole building modern with a hint of old because it represented what the building was and is. It was all pearl white in the corridors with hints of dark brown wood on the doors and stuff.

Once we reached my floor, which was the second one, I stopped walking once we reached the floor. Will stopped just behind me. I turned on my heel and faced him. I couldn't look at him without wanted to kiss him. But I couldn't. This relationship was lethal. I caught him looking over my face, trying to read my emotions.

"I'm good Will, thanks." I said, quietly.

I felt something touch my hand, so I looked down and saw it was Will. He wrapped his hand around mine and squeezed it lightly. Looking up, I saw a smile on his face as he stared down at our hands. I looked back down and watched his hand trail from my hand to my waist. Sparks itched as his hand reached my waist, just the anticipation of him on me was wiring my brain. I couldn't even breathe.

Then, my brain woke up again. This cannot happen. I pushed his hand off and looked at him straight in the eyes. Shock was written on his face, but that didn't stop me.

"No, Will." I paused. "Go. Thanks for driving me. I'll be fine."

And all we did is stare at each other for a moment. Then, it all happened so fast, I couldn't even describe it. I jumped up to his height and our lips crashed into each others. We got crazy. He ran his hands around my body as I held onto his head, trying to deepen the kiss. I didn't know what I was doing. It was just happening without thought.

Next thing I knew, I was fiddling with my door and pushed it open. We traveled down the hall to my apartment Damn, when I was heated, I knew where I was going. I hope though. We shut the door, and I leaned against it as he pushed himself against me, kissing me frantically. I pulled off my coat and threw it somewhere and he did the same. My hands instinctively ran to his shirt, trying to pull it off. He pulled me off the door, still kissing me and led me somewhere. Pulling away from him, I saw we were headed to the kitchen. He lifted me up so swiftly that I didn't notice and placed me on the kitchen island. There, we took a few deep breaths and looked at each other.

I was his height now, so our faces were directly in front of each other. Just taking his face in, those blue-grey eyes that resembled the ocean and his smile, I could eat it up. I loved his cheekbones though. Those were, amazing. I leaned in as he leaned in and we started making out again. His tongue licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, letting him explore. He then managed to pull away and get to kissing my neck, his soft lips shocking my skin. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes, feeling over heated, over whelmed, and so so happy.

"Will," I moaned out.

I felt him smile against my shoulder as I ran my hands down his hair. I took his head in my hands and made him look up at me. Then, I pulled him into another kiss as I ran my hands down his chest again, trying to pull off his shirt.

And that's when Oliver decided to interrupt us.


"Oliver! I don't know what I'm even doing!" I said frantically.

We were in the guest room by ourselves. I have left Will in the kitchen. I highly doubt he's still there though. If I were him, I would've left.

"You're having a pleasant time with a guy." he responded, smiling like a little boy.

"No!" I put my head in my hands and screamed into them.

"Whoa. Jane,"

Looking up, I saw Oliver walking up to me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked at my sincerely.

"You're frightened." he whispered.

"No I'm not," I whispered back.

"Yes, you are Jane. It's okay. He's new."

"I've had sex multiple times."

Rolling his eyes, he ran his hands down my shoulders, than back up again. A constant movement that stopped after a few seconds. His touch was something safe and comfortable. He could hold me all day long and I'd be fine.

"But with someone you have feelings for, you haven't yet. Have you? So you're scared."

"Right," then I thought back to Emmett again. His face was permanently inserted in my brain. I should never forget it. "I never had sex with Emmett."

"Exactly. So you might be scared."

"Or this is wrong! All wrong! Will and I... this shouldn't even be happening. We come from two different worlds. He's the jock and I'm the druggie-alcoholic-small-girl."

He sighed. "You aren't that Janey!"

I looked into his eyes are saw the sincerity in them and then, some hurt. But it wasn't about me. I let myself fall into his arms and sink into them. He was so warm and cuddly. It was amazing. He wrapped his arms around me as I shut my eyes and let this moment stick for a while.

"He might still be there." Oliver said.

"Yeah, might."

Smiling, I looked up and saw him staring out the window.

"You see him driving out, don't you?" I asked.

"No, his car is still there."

Pulling away from him, I looked behind me and saw that pick-up still there. Not even touched. I faced him again and smiled.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Of course." he gave me a weak smile.

"Go to her."

"To whom?"

"Kristin,"

He sighed, running his hand over his face. I saw him slouch his shoulders as he stood silent for a moment.

"Emmett spoke with me Jane. I can't hurt Lacey. Not because of what he said, but because I can't hurt her." he managed to look at me. "She's such a good girl. It sucks that now I decided to propose my love for Kristin! I'm such a fool."

"No you aren't Oli."

"You're just saying that."

The look on his face was heartbreaking, I couldn't take it.

"And Kristin, she's worth it. What should I tell Lacey? I feel like I should just leave. And this wouldn't be a problem anymore." he said with a really depressing tone. "Go to Will, he won't wait long."

"Oliver Dylan Hemingway. You are such a fool." I smiled, and found my way out.

William Franco

Jeez. That was, random. Why did Jane leave me here? Should I wait? I never wait. She's just a random encounter. I should go. But I'll wait for like ten minutes. It shouldn't take long to talk. I'll just tell her I'm leaving when she comes back, she deserves that. And she has that Oliver kid to talk to.

I looked at my phone and saw a few text messages and even calls. Okay, these people never texted me before. Then I looked at my phone again. Surely enough, it wasn't my phone. It was Jane's. Placing it back on the table, I searched my pockets and found mine. We had exactly the same phone, so odd. I looked through it and read some of the messages I had.

Party 2nite! Piest abode! Get there by 7! This was from a flash text, so random numbers came up but a few names.

Those girls were crazy about parties.

Now, to listen to the voice mails. It's only been like an hour and a half since I left the school, how many people could miss me?! It's not possible. I could be gone a day with no texts whatsoever.

I placed the phone against my ear and listened.

"Will, I'm really worried about Jane." and my stomach fell. This happened to be Kristin. "You were the last person I saw her with, and I was wondering if you knew where she was. She called me and she sounded upset. Maybe she called you? No, maybe that's stupid... shit, Ave is here... yeah Ave? No, I'm just talking to Jane! Yeah... Why would I lie? I never do that! Anyway, tell me if you know William." and she hung up.

I didn't know how to initially react to this. Kristin wasn't stupid, and neither was Avery. But when you dated, your smartness sort of went away or got ten times stronger. They both knew something was up with me even though nothing was up with me. Or, at least I didn't know anything was going on. They knew before I did. That's why breaking up was the smartest thing to do.

Kristin managed to leave a few texts. I had a missing call from work as well. Shit, what did they want?! And a text from my doctor. I clicked on that and read.

Hello William. This is my normal twice a week text message. How are you feeling? Is everything alright? What did you do today? - The Doc

With a smile, I replied. Hey Doc. I'm actually a lot better. I've been blending in. I had a strange nightmare last night though. It was about a car accident I was in. I don't know if it was real or not, but it felt really vivid. I've managed to branch out a little and started a new relationship, sort of, it's helping me forget everything that happened because it's new.It's comfortable and exciting at the very same time. I feel off though, sort of vague. - William Kobe Franco

I have to full name it, just so he'd know. All professional. I forgot where I was until I looked up from my phone and scanned the area. Jane's place. All of a sudden, I got hot. Just thinking about her makes me want her even more. Where is she.

Sliding my phone into my pocket, I looked at the wall clock. Half past one. It's taking her a while in there. So, I walked up to the living room area, which was very inviting actually. There were soft green couches which stood against a cherry blossom wall. It looked so nice. The colors were soft enough to work. I grabbed my jacket from the arm chair and slid it on, looking down the hallway that Jane ran into. It was lit by the window at the end of it. I looked back at the front door and pulled my keys out of my pocket, ready to leave.

"I was about to say..." Jane said from behind me.

What? I just looked there. She didn't come out! I turned my head and saw her standing just in the hallway.She walked up to me, so I faced her, swinging my keys into the palm of my hand.

"I'm gonna go Jane," I smiled.

She looked down at the floor for a moment than back at me. I felt the pit of my stomach burn. Her eyes were so enticing. They were such a beautiful color, it was a shade of blue I could only describe as Jane's eyes.

"I know, you should go."

My fingers just itched to touch her once more. The space between us felt like an eternity of space. I just wanted to close the gap and take her as mine.

"I wanna kiss you Jane." I said suddenly. It took her by surprise, because her eyes widened and I caught her jaw drop just the slightest. "I don't know why it's a surprise to you, we just almost had sex a few minutes ago." I smiled. "I wanna touch you. I so badly want to have sex with you Jane. It's sort of scary how much I want you."

"At least you're honest with the sex." she said, not even looking at me.

"No Jane, you don't get it." I rolled my eyes then breathed out. "I want you."

A pause passed us as I looked at her as she looked at the floor. I don't know why she wouldn't look at me and I wanted to know.

"Just standing here makes me crazy. And you have to agree with me."

She nodded, not saying anything. Then, she lifted her head up and let her eyes met mine. My breath got stuck in my throat just looking at her.

"I feel good being with you. We have a connection and it's weird. So maybe we should try this out?" I asked.

"I feel so good with you Will. So fucking good." she finally said something. "Please kiss me."

I smiled, pulling her towards me by wrapping my arms around her waist. Her body slammed into mine and every inch of me exploded.

"Are you willing to make this serious?"

"After we have sex." Jane said, licking her bottom lip.

"That's something serious though..."

"We are yearning each other. If we have sex and the spark dies, than we know it was sex. If it doesn't, then dating begins." Jane said, looking into my eyes.

"I do not want the spark to die." I admitted.

For a second she didn't respond. Even her face didn't react which made my heart race. Was I literally the only one who felt the connection? But then, she smiled all wide and beautiful.

"Neither do I, I just wanted an excuse to have sex now." she laughed. "But really, I hope we can date."

And then I smiled, pulling her into a soft kiss the led to making out that led to us going to her room. She led me the way and shut the door behind us. Right away, I could smell something like the mint chocolate's you got at Olive Garden. Looking around, I spotted a candle on her bed side table, which was lit. That was it. Next, I took in the room for a moment. It resembled Jane completely. From the white walls which were splattered with all sorts of paint, to the bed which looked to be a full with white snowflake covers. I felt her hand escape mine, so I looked to my left and saw her staring at me.

That's when I took her all in. Her face was magnificent. From her eyes, to her nose, to the little mole on her chin. It wasn't an ugly mole, it was very pretty actually. It wasn't brown and witch like, it was a soft light brown which blended in with the face even though she was pale.

"Like my room?" she asked, moving over closer to me.

"Love your room." I smiled, wrapping my arms around her waist.

She stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around my neck, leaving the distance between us very small. I licked my lips as she leaned in, placing her lips on top of mine.

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