HOLY CRAP I FORGOT HOW TO USE FICTIONPRESS AAHHHHHHHH

I'm back from my school break. :D Sorry, being the idiot that I am, I totally forgot to leave a message to tell my readers (if you still exist) that I was taking a year off for school. My bad. :( To make it up to you, here's Chapter Three baby! I missed all my characters. You don't know how many times I daydreamed about them during classes. Hopefully by the end of this summer, Lilith will stop being a whiny, little bitch and begin to kick ass.

Oh, and the romance is coming eventually. It's all rolling people.. Before the tragedy of Medea and Jason, and before the romance of Romeo and Juliet, there was Adam and Lilith.

Enjoy.

Then came the most fearful thing of all. I did not know what it was; I knew myself unable to imagine it; I knew only that if it came near me I should die of terror! I now know that it was Life in Death--life dead, yet existent; and I knew that Lilith had had glimpses, but only glimpses of it before: it had never been with her until now.

- George MacDonald, Lilith (from chapter XXXIX, That Night)

Darkness can be sweet sometimes. After the things I have seen and experienced so far in my life, I’ve always welcomed the darkness of sleep into my mind. But darkness also can be a double edged sword. This I have learned when I visited the mysterious place that was not Heaven, but not Hell. I was afraid for my soul. When the darkness faded away and took Lucifer’s face, I was scared. It was like that dark man was my warmth there.

Now I was cold, dark, and lost. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t open my mouth to do so. I wanted to cry but tears wouldn’t fall. I wondered if that place was real. It seemed like a fairy tale out of a children’s book. But it was all created by those two. It all seemed so real when I was there, but with the entire evidence gathered up, that place couldn’t have been real. Isn’t it obvious?

Now all I had to do was to wait until a light shined. I bet I was going to do a lot of waiting.

“Hhhhmmhhhhhhmmmmmm.”

Waiting’s over.

“Hhhhmmmmm-Lili-mmhhhmmm.”

Shut up. Let me die. I’ve accepted my fate already. Some people are just… Wait. Someone’s was calling for me. Soon the muffle became a real voice.

“Hey! Hey Jacob! I think Lilith’s coming to!”

Light and colors began to take over the darkness and smells and feeling came back. It smelled like medical alcohol and cheap leather. I flexed my hand and felt the solid surface I was lying on, which I concluded to be the cheap leather. The lights and colors swirled together to form my school’s broken ceiling tiles. My head was still pounding as I began to sit up. I was in the school nurses office.

“Ah! Lilith! Look, she’s awake!”

“I told you, Jacob!”

I turned to look who was speaking to see Adam sitting in a chair next to my leather bed and Jacob standing next to him. I was even more confused now. Adam turned away from his friend and smiled warmly at me.

“So… How’re you feeling?” He asked, leaning forward from his seat.

“Wh-what happened?” I stammered, looking from Jacob to Adam and from Adam to Jacob. “And why are you two here?”

“Well, you had some fit in Biology class and you fell and hit your head on the desk behind you. Everyone was freaking out. Leah was even crying.” Adam looked serious. “You should have seen Mr. Hewhay; he looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulders! I bet it would be stressful if a student died in your class. Luckily there was no blood and your skull didn’t crack open, so Mr. Hewhay asked for some volunteers to carry you down to the nurse’s office.”

“Yeah! Adam was the first to volunteer. I only volunteered to get out of class.” Jacob snickered, but Adam gave him a dirty look. “But anyways, you were all Adam talked about down the hall to the nurse’s office. Lilith this and Lilith that… He was all paranoid about you.”

Adam flashed Jacob an odd look, which I just couldn’t interpret.

“Anyways, you’re going home early, in risk that you have a concussion. Your mom’s coming to pick you up.” Adam told me as he smoothed out the wrinkle from his pants, his hazel eyes avoiding my icy blue eyes on purpose. “If you want, one of us can run up and get anything you need for homework.”

“I’ll do it,” Jacob said, flipping through a magazine on health that school nurses always kept in the waiting room. “It’s getting kind of awkward in here anyways. Just tell me what you need and your combination and I’ll come back with your stuff, Lilith.”

“Well…” I mumbled, raking through my mind of what possible homework assignments I needed, which was only that stupid autobiography rough draft that was due in three days. “All I really need to my English binder.”

“Is that all?” Jacob asked, scratching his blond hair.

“My combination is 6-23-6.” I nodded. “Thanks.”

I watched Jacob leave the nurse’s office happily, as Adam remained, looking awkward and confused as ever. He bit his lower lip and looked up at me, concernedly.

“Lilith, who’s Luce?” He asked, as I tried to find the words. But that question left me speechless. Finally, I was able to vomit up some words.

“Wh-why are you asking?” I said coldly turning away from Adam.

“Well, you were calling out his name when you were unconscious…”

I opened my mouth to speak, but I did not know how to explain this to Adam. How could I tell him about my dream in that fantasy world were I met Lucifer? Then I remembered something about that world that was unnecessary.

I remembered that Adam was naked, clear as day. I felt warmth and color spread onto my cheeks. Adam looked at me awkwardly, thinking that I had a perverted dream about “Luce” when I really had a perverted dream about Adam himself!

“Well… Luce was my… Um… Cousin.” I started to make up a fake alias for Lucifer. “Yeah! He was my cousin! He passed away from cancer when I was eight. We were really close.”

Adam’s expression changed from embarrassed to sympathetic.

“Oh… I’m sorry I asked.” He apologized, looking back up into my eyes. I felt my stomach squirm. “I didn’t know…”

“It’s alright… It was a long time ago.” I lied, looking down embarrassed. An awkward silence then took place, as Adam examined a Food Pyramid poster over my bed and I watched the clock on the wall changed from 9:22 A.M. to 9:23 A.M.

I looked away from the clock to see Adam still examining the poster, with a relaxed expression on him face. He didn’t seem to notice me looking at him, or he did know, but was attempting to act cool about it. Luckily, he couldn’t read minds, so he didn’t know that I was thinking about him, that I wanted to talk to him and to get close to him, but something inside me told me not to. Nevertheless, I sat up from my bed and turned to place my feet on the ground. He noticed my sudden movement and he looked to me as I looked to him, our eyes meeting. I was about to open my mouth to say something to the gold haired boy sitting across from me when Jacob entered the room holding my forest green English binder.

“Hey Lilith! I got what you…” Jacob stopped and examined the position that Adam and I were in, sitting across from each other with our knees touching.

“Am I interrupting something?” Jacob looked confused as he handed my binder to me. “If you two want me to leave you can. The nurse is still outside having her smoke break.”

Adam stood up to face the now smirking Jacob and they seemed to be having a silent argument over something stupid. I laid back down on the squishy leather bed. This is why I hate people.

Adam and Jacob immediately stopped arguing when my mother stepped in. She smiled at the two boys and then turned to me quickly.

“Lilith! I was so worried when the nurse called…” She sat in the chair Adam was in and I felt her slender hand holding mine.

My mother was a very thin, sickly looking woman. Although she was sickly looking, she was very beautiful in a dark way. She had thick wavy black hair like mine and dark eyes that were the shade of dark chocolate.

“It’s alright. Let’s just go home.” I grabbed my binder that I placed on my bed and stood up. When I first stood up my head felt dizzy. I almost tripped stepping forward, if my mother didn’t catch me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” Sarah looked even more frantic and I didn’t want to make her sick with worry.

“No Sarah… I’ll be fine. I’ll just take some painkillers and go to bed.” I tightened the grip on my binder. My head was still screaming in pain as it was when I was that fantasy world with Lucifer and Asmodeus.

“Alright then…” She turned to leave the nurse’s office with me when she saw Adam. “Oh! Adam! I haven’t seen you in a long time. You’ve grown so much! How are your mom and dad? I haven’t talked to them lately.”

“Oh, they’re fine.” He smiled respectfully at my sick mother. She nodded and then led me out of the nurse’s office. Adam waved to me goodbye and I gave him the cold shoulder and ignored him. My mother gave me a stern look that seemed to say ‘Lilith, you’re being rude again.’

I sighed and opened the door, holding it to let my mother pass. Why did I have to mind my manners for him? It’s not like he’s worth it or anything… I followed my mother to her van and enter the passenger’s seat as I watched my mother start the car and turn away from my high school and back to our house.

Many people thought it to be odd that I called my parents by their first names and that I never referred to my house as ‘home’. I suppose it was because I never felt right about my relation with my family, which is the real basis of a ‘home’. I never was really close to either of my parents, nor my brother. My house was just a place where I lived to me. I really haven’t had a home in eight years.

But I felt a weird sense of relief when I entered the bright kitchen and threw my binder on the table. I suppose my house was better than school. At least it smelled better and it was cleaner. My mother placed her purse on a hanger near the door and turned to me.

“Do you want me to make you anything?” Sarah smiled warmly to me.

“No… I’m just going to rest and work on some stupid project.” I pointed to my binder. “Thanks anyways, Sarah.”

Sarah nodded and her warm smile had a slight disappointed look to it. I appreciated my mother. I truly did. She put up with the fact that I didn’t call her mom, and she still wanted to take care of me. Sometimes that made me feel like crap.

“I’ll be upstairs then. I’ve got to get those dresses done.” Sarah turned and headed into our hallway to do her job as a seamstress. I sighed and headed over to the cabinet to grab a couple of painkillers. After I took the ibuprofen, I headed over to the kitchen table and opened my binder to see the front sheet.

“AUTOBIOGRAPHY MUST CONTAIN:
Three to Fours Pages
Double-spaced
Proper Use of Grammar
One to three paragraphs must be used to describe you.
Be honest about your childhood.

PLEASE PROVIDE PLENTY OF PICTURES OR DOCUMENTS.
(EX. A copy of your birth certificate, etc.)”

The assignment looked quite simple to me, even though I knew other people would have difficulty with it. I could probably have my rough copy done in an hour and a half.

I sat on our couch in the living room and flipped to a clean sheet of paper. I grabbed a pencil from a nearby table and I began the paper. Describing myself seemed to be the hardest part. I wasn’t special or talented at all. There were no good or valuable qualities about me. It seemed difficult starting this stupid thing.

An hour seemed to pass as I finished my paper. I lied mostly about my childhood, making things up as I went along, since I could remember anything past age twelve. I left a lot to be desired when it came to describing myself, since I mostly just wrote what I believe, which I was a plain, normal girl living in a normal neighborhood and living a (almost) normal life.

I examined the sheet Mrs. Esther passed out to see if I completed everything on my rough draft.

“PLEASE PROVIDE PLENTY OF PICTURES OR DOCUMENTS.
(EX. A copy of your birth certificate, etc.)”

I definitely was not going to provide pictures of myself to my English teacher, so I supposed the copy of my birth certificate was good enough. I crossed across the room over to my mother’s bookcase and skimmed my fingers over the course book spines until I got to a light blue binder, which had written on it in black marker: “Isaac + Lillith’s Baby Pictures.”

My parent’s lost interested in keeping baby pictures of us once I turned five. They even spelled my name wrong, which showed how much they cared about recording my childhood. I pulled it out and dust spread through the air which made me cough and feel dizzy again.

I sat down once again and opened it, to reveal a bloody fat baby and my tired looking parents smiling at the camera. I looked at the date and saw that it marked “January 17, 1988.” Telling by the date and the baby having male parts, this was Isaac as a baby. I turned the page to view a copy of my brother’s birth certificate which had his full name, birth date, and his large feet prints as a baby on it. I flipped through a couple pages of my brother’s toddlerhood and a pink sheet, flip out of the binder and lightly floated to the floor.

It looked like a copy of a medical report that doctors’ write on then rip off so that there’s another duplicate copy in another shade behind it. I ignored it and turned a page to finally see a baby picture of me.

I looked exactly as I did when I was a baby. I had the same dark hair and icy eyes with the dark rings under them. I wasn’t a fat baby, but I was a healthy normal size. In the picture, my mother was holding me and we were in front of our house. I felt my eyebrows lower to create a concerned look on my face. This picture was taken October 2, 1992. I was born July 2, 1992, which meant that I was three months old when the picture was taken. Now that just pissed me off. They took a picture the minute Sarah squeezed Isaac out, but they waited three months just to document me.

I growled and turned the page, revealing no copy of a birth certificate. I flipped a couple of pages forward and still it did not show any birth certificate.

I slammed the book close and jammed it back into the bookcase. I threw myself onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling. The clock on the wall sounded, meaning that it was 11:00 A.M. This day seemed to be the worst in my life so far. First I fainted, then I embarrassed myself and Adam in front of the one guy who would spread it around the school and not keep his mouth shut, and now I’m going to fail an assignment due to the fact I don’t have a birth certificate and that I’m too damn paranoid to give any pictures of myself away.

I bet Eve has already planned her rough copy. She’ll probably make some pretty collage of her pictures that’ll score her a hundred percent. I dug my nails into my thighs. It was already decided that I’d be second best at birth. There was nothing that I could do about it.

I stood up and heard a crunching sound from underneath my foot. I looked down and saw the pink paper that crackled from underneath me. I crouched down, picked it up, and smoothed it out. I almost dropped it again, when I saw who it was for.

The medical form belong to my mother, and the date in which the medical form was written was April 15, 1990, which I could tell by the doctor’s signature at the bottom. But what disturbed me most about the paper was…

That it was for a hysterectomy.

Confusion settled over me like a blanket. I didn’t know how the hell Sarah was going to explain this, but I wanted answers and I wanted them now. I shoved the medical form back into the bookcase, squished between our baby photos and a bible.

I couldn’t just burst into my mother’s room and ask her to explain my birth. I really didn’t want to make my mother cry, but I really needed to know the truth. I couldn’t have possibly been born if my mother’s womb was removed. I wouldn’t be here right now.

I found myself to my mother’s room’s door quickly. My hand shook as I reached for the door knob. When I entered the room, I saw Sarah sitting comfortably on the floor with a pretty, silky wisteria-colored material resting on her thighs.

“Oh! Lilith! Did you come to see the dresses I’m making?” She pointed to a cute black halter top dress and a sparkly jade-colored dress.

“They’re very nice,” I whispered. I could’ve cared less. Dresses weren’t exactly on my mind at the time.

“You know they’re for some girls in your class, for the freshman dance.” She looked up at me.

“That’s cool. I’m not going.” I shrugged and watched my mother’s patience with my rebellious, pessimistic attitude go down the drain. I attempted to change the mood and pretended that I was interested. “So, who are they for?”

“Well, the black one is for that one petite girl… Martha! Yes! And that jade one is for the red-head, Rachael. They’re mothers called me and said they were going to pay me!” Sarah flared up with excitement.

“That’s nice.” I sighed and sat down next to Sarah. “Sarah…”

I felt myself start to shake. My mother placed the wisteria material down and started to hold me close to her frail body and began to stroke my back softly.

“It’s okay, honey. It’s okay…” She cooed. “What’s wrong? Did someone do something to you at school?”

Here I was, shivering because of uncertainty. Uncertain of what to say, uncertain of what to do, like always. Except this time it wasn’t about Adam or Eve. This was about my mother. It was quite sad really, since I’ve never really had any issues with her. I guess that all aspects of my life weren’t depressing yet, and someone up above didn’t like that.

She continued to calm me down, although it didn’t work very well. I finally sad up and blurted out the words that were needed to be spoken.

“You had a hysterectomy in 1990.”

If you thought my mother couldn’t be any paler, think again. She turned as white as a sheet of paper and stared hard into me.

“Wh-what did you say?” Sarah stuttered and gently pushed me away from her. She stood up and headed towards the door. I saw her reach for the door knob, in an attempt to escape this conversation.

“SARAH!” I yelled, my hands turning in fists. “I need to know the truth! You can’t run away from it and think I’ll forget.”

Sarah turned and looked at me solemnly.

“Sometimes Lilith,” She smiled sadly at me. “I wonder what it would be life if I told that woman no.”

“Woman?” I seethed. “What woman? Don’t change the damn subject. Tell me what I need to know.”

“What do you need to know then?” Sarah spoke calmly, with an odd glint in her eye.

I choked on my words. I truly didn’t know what I needed to know. There were just too many questions that were burning in my mind. Who was that woman? Why am I here? How can I be here if you weren’t able to produce children? Will I always live my life as second best? Will I ever find happiness? Was Luce all part of my fantasy?

“I… don’t know what I need…” I stuttered looking helpless at Sarah.

“Then, I suppose that will be all.” She put curtly and turned around once more to open the door.

“But wait! Then how-”

“I said that enough!” She snapped at me in a tone I’ve never heard my gentle mother use in her life. “Don’t waste anymore of my time with this nonsense.”

She left the room before I could mutter out a word. What the hell was that? What was wrong with me? I was sweating heavily and I felt nauseated. Talking to my mother did not solve anything, and showing from her reaction, she didn’t want to talk about it either. She seemed like she wanted to avoid the truth as much as I didn’t know what I wanted. It did not make any sense to me. None of it did.

“Damn it.” I rubbed my head and headed to the door. I opened the door and turned off the lights to my parent’s room, making the gorgeous dresses glow faintly in the dim light.

I went to my room across the hall and closed the door behind me. My room was as dark as it normally was, the window shade pulled down so only a crack of light from the sides shown that stretched across my floor. I sat down on my bed and looked to the wall across from me. My room wasn’t like normal teenage girls. I had absolutely no decorations upon my wall or anywhere in my room. No medals or posters of the latest pop icon in the world were present in my room. The only thing taped on my wall was the only reason for living. It was a copper and gold flame to my pitch black outlook.

I heard the sound of our car starting up and I walked over the window and peeked through the crack of light so see my mother in the driveway backing up. Probably off to the market, just so she could get away from the monstrous beast that was her daughter.

Did God really want to have everyone hate me?

That next morning must have been the most awkward morning of the high school career. It was far worse than the time I gave Martha a black eye for being anal or the time I accidentally killed the Biology room’s pet snake.

When I walked down the halls I definitely didn’t feel invisible that morning. I felt my eyes darting from side to side listening to the gossip about me.

“Hey, isn’t it that Lucy girl? Didn’t she black out in the Biology room?”

“Yeah, it was really bad. There was blood everywhere I heard.”

“Well, I heard she pulled a knife out on Adam in the nurse’s office when he was helping her.”

‘Lucy? If you’re going to gossip about me at least get my name right.’ I thought as I swing my locker open to hit the person beside me in the arm. I scoffed when I heard my locker neighbor curse and I looked around for a familiar golden-haired boy who appeared to be missing.

‘At least he could defunct the rumors about me pulling out a knife on him.’ I seethed and went into my first period class. I swore that the class must have turned around once I entered the room. I moved slowly incase my sudden movements could make them attack and I sat down next to Leah.

“Good morning, Lily. How are you this morning?” I heard Leah stutter nervously, probably afraid that I would turn a knife on her.

I ignored her whimpering and shrugged, opening my binder and re-reading my rough draft. The late bell rung and Mrs. Esther headed into the room, shut the door behind her, and started writing the day’s grammar lesson on the blackboard. Leah seemed to calm down as she started to scribble child-like doodles onto her paper. The door began to open and I didn’t raise my head. It was probably just some stupid classmate of mine who was too busy socializing to arrive on time.

“I’m truly sorry, Mrs. Esther.” A smooth familiar voice spoke. “I’m new and I just arrived here.”

I looked up to see a surprised Mrs. Ether. She had a slight blush on her face. I peered over to Leah whose mouth was open in shock and she was blushing madly as well. I looked back to see all of the females in my class blushing with interested looks on their faces.

“What the hell is-” I turned to see what the big deal was, and I believed my jaw dropped as well. In the doorframe, stood a handsome young man my age, in a school uniform who had a romantic wave to his hair and dark eyes like oblivion. But his attractiveness was not why I myself was shocked.

I had seen him before.

“My name is Samuel. I believe I should be on your class roster.” Samuel spoke politely to our smitten teacher.

“Oh! Um… Yes. I believe you are. Well, um, I-if you need any h-help.” Mrs. Esther was shaken by his charm. And to believe I actually liked her as a teacher.

But I shouldn’t be the one to talk, since my eyes were glued on his face as well. Samuel smiled warmly at the English teacher and went to take his seat.

Right behind me. This was going to be awkward. I heard Leah squeal under her breath as she gave me a joyous, but slightly jealous look. I would’ve loved to switch places with her at the moment though.

I looked behind to see Samuel grin and wink at me. I blushed and growled, angrily.

As soon as that class ending, I felt like I could breathe again. I must’ve been the first one out of that classroom, along with all the males in that class, who wanted to get away from ‘that Casanova’ as they all muttered under their breath. I peeked into the classroom and say a few up front and blunt girls who immediately confronted Samuel as soon as class was over.

‘What desperate hussies…’ I thought as I looked to see Leah still at her desk, twiddling her thumbs, probably deciding whether to greet the handsome stranger or not.

For the first time, I believed that I was actually looking forward to Biology class. I felt like bursting into the classroom and dancing for joy that that perverted new kid wasn’t in this class, which was impossible, since number one, I don’t dance and number two, as soon as I sat down in my desk Samuel walked into the room.

The normal chattering from my Biology class hushed when his dark presence graced the classroom. Eve, who was chattering away with Martha, turned and stared lustily at the new student, her blue eyes blazing. I saw Leah sneak in and crawl under the desk to get to her seat next to me.

“Sorry I’m late… I…” She turned her head to Samuel, who was looking around the room for a free seat. “Well, I got distracted.”

She blushed and I shrugged.

“I don’t care.” Which was true. Right now I was more concerned about Samuel, and why and how he looked so familiar. I shut my eyes and attempted to picture a scorching desert, which wasn’t quite as beautiful as the one in my dreams.

The next step was very easy though. The sweet dark form of Lucifer was burnt into my memories, his tall, lean shape contrasting with the grey sky and his dark eyes and hair and…

Wait a minute. Lucifer didn’t have wavy hair… And he was much, much taller in my dream. Then I remembered.

“Demonic? I don’t understand…” I stuttered as my head began to burn suddenly. I pointed to the two young men. “Are you two...?”

“Wow… She’s not as bright as I imagined. With you six fighting over her, I thought she would be perfection.” The younger one smirked. I was beginning to not like him. The older one glared at the younger once again.

“I apologize. He does not know how to hold his tongue.” The older reached out to push a piece of my hair out of my face. His touch warmed my cheeks. “Listen to me Lady Lilith. There is going to come a time when you will need to make a very important choice. To be more specific, the choice will split you six ways.”

Lucifer and I weren’t alone. His brother was there…. Asmodeus.

I looked up and saw him sit in the (as usual) empty seat next to me and I felt the heat from his body and from the angry glares of the girls in the classroom.

Being the daring girl I am, I turned my head to give him the dirty look that I usually save for Adam but he beat me to it by smirking cockily and victoriously at me.

Shit. That can’t be good.

Before anything could be said or done, Mr. Hewhay walked in suavely as he usually did.

“Alright class, let’s pull out your notes…” He suddenly stopped and I noticed his deep blue eyes stare into Samuel’s figure.

“Who are you?” Mr. Hewhay pointed a finger towards Samuel. I had never seen Mr. Hewhay look so serious in my life.

“I’m Samuel. I’m the new student. There’s an email about me I believe.” Samuel smirked at the annoyed Biology teacher. Samuel didn’t seem to have charm over men.

Mr. Hewhay glared and Samuel met his gaze equally. The class was dead silent, no one said a word. Samuel and Hewhay seemed to be fighting with their eyes; their irises glowed with a strange, unexplained dislike for each other. Mr. Hewhay closed notebook shut with a powerful force that seemed to shake the whole classroom.

“Well, I suppose I can forgive you this one time.” Mr. Hewhay adjusted his tie and leaned back on his chair. “It is my nature, after all.” Samuel laughed. The silent class watched the two in confusion.

“That’s funny. I thought those who disobeyed you like us would never be forgiven. That’s what you told us, if I remember.” Samuel smirked. An internal tremor ripped through my stomach. I had no clue what was going on between them, and I didn’t want to stick around to find out.

“Once you made that choice there was nothing I could’ve done,” Mr. Hewhay growled and stood up. “Redemption is a gift, and it can only be given to those who really wanted it.”

Mr. Hewhay turned and stormed out of the room, making sure to slam the door as he left.

As soon as Mr. Hewhay made his dramatic exit, everyone turned to each other and began to mummer, canceling out the shocked silence that came before.

‘Why did Mr. Hewhay do that? I wonder what’s the relation between his and Samuel..’

‘Yeah, he’s never sounded like that before…’

‘What I want to know is how the heck that new guy did that! That was awesome!’

I raised my hand to grab my Biology notebook to do some overdue classwork, and I felt a folded up piece of paper in my palm that I didn’t realize was there before fall out on my desk. I looked over with the corner of my eyes to see Samuel leaning casually in his desk, pushing around a thumbtack with pointer finger.

I looked away from the dark menace and unfolded the note.

“Lady Lilith,

It would be so pleasant if you could meet me in the hallway outside of the cafeteria during our lunch period. Don’t think you are going to get rid of me anytime soon. I’m in all of your classes.”

I crumpled up the note and tossed it back to Samuel. What an asshole.

“How scary….” Leah whimpered. “That’s never happened to me before.”

“Well, we’ve never had morons like him in our class.” I made sure to mutter loud enough for Samuel to hear me. The others may have been impressed and shocked by Mr. Rico Suave, I was not.

Because I knew what he really was. And apparently so did Mr. Hewhay.

DRAMATIC ENDING WAY TO GO LESLIE

Yeah. I suck.

WHAT'S GOING ON? WHAT'S THE MYSTERY BEHIND LILITH'S MOTHER? WHO IS SAMUEL, AND WHY IS HE HERE? WHY IS LESLIE'S GRAMMAR SO BAD WHEN SHE IS THIRD IN HER CLASS?

All will be answered in the next chapter or so. :) Oh, and new character alert next chapter (oops, spoiler).

I love your comments and questions. :D Leave them, kids.

Chapter Four will be coming soon. :D