D2RC: Mow! Here's the next chapter! Please enjoy the next chapter! Sorry for the long wait, but it seems my last year of high school is the busiest. Laaame. :D

Phoenix: Thank you for being the first and most awesome reviewer ever! :D I appreciate the loving! (Haha, you're names just like bird brains xD))

IMPORTANT!!:: Just incase some of you noticed something about Morgan's hair, I made a damn typo! D: Her hair is brown! Not blonde! Just…just in case someone caught onto that bit of info…Sorry about that.

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Yawning loudly, I took the warm cup of coffee offered to me. Taking a sip I instantly made a face.

Ugh. Sugar free coffee.

Mom gave me a sympathetic look before taking a sip of her own coffee. She smiled brightly at the taste and continued to flip trough her Seventeen Magazine from the counter top.

I couldn't even glare at her properly.

Curse my mother and her early morning ability.

I looked away from her. I couldn't help it; she was too sunny for this early in the morning. Glancing at the clock from the wall, another loud yawn escaped me. 6:32 a.m.

I had decided to wake up a little earlier than usual today so David wouldn't be able to catch me off guard by leaving with mom. Hopefully, today I'll see what's up with him.

I took another sip of the bitter coffee, feeling the caffeine slowly force my brain to function. I should have noticed his strange attitude from the start.

David always told me everything and him acting weird like this, I thought, swallowing a big gulp of warm coffee, is just way too strange.

And it involved Dad.

That was more than enough for me to know there was something going on.

I glanced back to the clock.

6:52.

That's odd. David should have been up by now at least. He was an early bird just like mom and dad. I never liked that. Yet again another off thing about me.

"Hey mom," I turned to my mom, her small frame leaning against the counter, as she continued to flip through the pages of her flashy magazine with one hand and drinking coffee with the other. She turned to stare at me with big emerald eyes.

For a moment, I felt a pang of jealousy as those eyes starred back at me curiously. I could never have inherited something as pretty as that.

"Yes honey?"

"Um, where's David? Shouldn't he be up by now?"

She blinked.

"Oh baby." She frowned apologetically, placing her cup of coffee down. "Didn't you hear me last night? David went to sleep over a friend's house."

Ah.

He's good.

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I was in absolutely no mood once I entered school.

Glaring daggers at anyone who dared look my way; I made my way through the crowd, forcing a few people to quickly walk away from me. Seems like the dark aura following me around was repelling people in the halls. Good.

Entering my first class, I let myself lie on the desk, not caring who saw my pathetic self drool on the desk.

I was sleep deprived.

That called for a nap.

My eyes slowly closed; the feeling of sleep heavy on my eyelids. Curling my arms around to make a pillow I lied my head comfortably on them, ignoring the buzzing of everyone else's voices. Sleep was coming so nice and easy and I could already feel a…

"Briana!"

Scratch that.

I jolted in discomfort, my eye twitching angrily as I turned to the cheerful source of hatred at the moment.

Ludwig stood beside my desk, a ball of walking sunshine that just reminded me of my mom. He smiled brightly at me, his eyes twinkling in amusement; bastard was laughing at me. He waved at me and presumed to plop himself in the desk beside mine.

"Sonnenschein des gutenmorgens!" He greeted.

I turned to look away from him. Too. Bright.

"Yeah, yeah…Morning…Whatever…"

I went back to burying my head in the comfort of my arms. Ah, sweet, sweet sleep. So close…

"You know Briana," Ludwig laughed, interrupting my sleep again.

My brow twitched and I turned to give him the dirtiest look I could muster. "What?"

Ludwig didn't seem any bit irked by my stare. He just smiled. "School's not for sleeping." He smiled.

I proceeded to punch him over the shoulder.

"Verfluctes!" He yelled, rubbing at his shoulder. "That hurt Briana." He whined, pouting.

I snorted. I didn't punch him that hard.

Going back to my sleeping, Ludwig didn't dare disturb me the rest of the class in fear of another punch.

Sweet, sweet, sleep.

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(Phoenix's P.O.V.)

School's such a bore.

Sure, if you were me, then school wouldn't be all that boring, but you're not. There wouldn't be 100's of people trying to pry for your attention; girls and boys alike fighting each other just so they could be my next entertainment of the week.

So too bad for you for not being me.

And yet with all that entertainment following me around, it was still pretty boring around school.

"Oh, Phoenix!" A high pitched voice pierced my eardrum. Speaking of my next entertainment…

Slamming my locker shut, I turned to look at quite a mountain view. Coughing silently, my eyes tried to fix themselves on the owner's face.

Wendy's mischievous face came into view. So, she knew what her little shirt was doing to me.

"Hi there Birdy." She wiggled her fingers at me, making a cute face.

There she goes with that name again.

"Morning sexy." I grinned.

Wendy continued to smile as she leaned in on me, her tall frame pushing me back against the lockers. Oh, so she wanted to play already? Well, who was I to deny her of any play time, right?

"Planning to leave me again Birdy?" She asked, leaning in to nibble on my ear. I grinned, snaking an arm around her tiny waist, slamming our hips together.

"Now why would I ditch my favorite girl?" She giggled at my words, provably devising a plan already on where to go for our play time. Will it be the janitor's closet this time?

Closing the gap between us, Wendy kissed me vigorously. I smiled into the kiss, grabbing a hold of her perfectly round ass and groping at it. Biting down on her plump lip, she let out a small moan; the music to my ears. Our hips grinded up against each other and we could both feel the heat rising.

SLAM!

Startled, we both stopped, jumping away from each other in fear that the stick-up-his-ass principle had caught us. Wouldn't be the first time or the last for me.

Instead, we could only see a small red head at the end of the hall, glaring daggers at us. His green eyes stabbed me deeply. There were no words being said; he just kept on starring. A minute later he turned away from us, marching madly and disappearing to a corner and out of sight.

Wendy huffed beside me, irritated from being interrupted of our mood. "How rude!" She grumbled, her blabbering going on on deft ears. I couldn't care less what she was mouthing out about the kid or about her mood.

I was just interested on who the kid was.

He just looked so damn familiar.

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(Briana's P.O.V.)

I was not a very patient person sometimes. I was not very patient with making food, not very patient with slow internet, and I was never patient with waiting for my food. I even bit a kid's hand because he had gotten a cookie before me back in kinder!

Which is why I always make it clear to always be early for the lunch line. Always.

But today was different. Today seemed to not be my day. Again.

See, right after gym class I like to rush with my changing, ignoring the showers (I'm too lazy for that), and running quickly to the cafeteria so I could be the first in line for the disgusting thing they call food. I wouldn't have minded had it been a few people, but a whole fifty people!? No, no, no!

I was hungry, sleep deprived from this morning, sweaty and smelly; not to mention pissed off at the gym teacher for being an ass. He took fifteen precious minutes of lunch time chewing me out for smacking him with the volleyball during our game. Is it my fault he was standing all those eight times near me? He should know by now my lack of coordination damn it.

I blame this entire day on him. Just because I can and just did.

I tapped my foot impatiently as the line moved…One foot.

Augh.

Come on people! There's nothing interesting to choose from in the lunch menu. Sandwich, salad, and tomato soup. It was the same crappy lunch of every day. I don't think those are hard choices.

I peeked to the side of a large kid to check what all the hold up was. To my annoyance, the road block was these two girls dressed in pink and looking like the irritating twin girls from Bratz, bickering with the lunch ladies.

I rolled my eyes. Maybe it would be another five minutes before the security would come along and the line would go on.

Five minutes passed by and who do you think came by?

Nope, not security. Oh, no, I totally wish though.

The pack of laughing hyenas known as the basketball team entered the doors of the cafeteria; basketball star Bird for Brains in the center of them, looking smug and sexy with his right hand man on one side and a hook- I mean, the pretty blond girl from before wrapped around the other.

I watched them in mild interest as they continued to walk towards the lunch line. That's strange. Usually they would be eating somewhere else or something. Maybe they felt like eating crap today.

And why are they going to the beginning of the line?

"Hey Mickey! Thanks for saving us a spot man!" A short blonde kid smiled, gladly scooting so the whole pack of them could squeeze in line.

My mouth hung open in disbelief.

What…the…hell?

Anger built inside my chest and before I knew it, I pushed through the line of confused kids and right to Bird Brain.

"Hey!"

Bird Brain stopped laughing at whatever lame joke the hooker had whispered to him and starred back at me. Actually, everyone stopped whatever they were doing to look at me.

I gulped.

Okay, not a bright thing to do. Now what?

"May I help you?"

The sneering words came from the girl next to Bird Brain. She had her arms crossed over her well developed chest, the bandana shirt (no one has told her anything??) she had on looking like it was holding on to dear life just to stay in place and cover her chest. Her pretty face was pouty, angry, but not mean looking enough to make her look ugly in the least. Her words seemed cruel and out of place from such a pretty looking girl.

I didn't like her already.

I puffed up my own chest (my own B-cup not coming close to looking like hers), placing my hands defiantly on my hips.

"Yes," I sneered right back. "Yes you can. Why don't you all move to the back of the line. I've been waiting here for too long for some cutters to come along and go before me."

There was a silence for a while before all the words sunk in.

And they all suddenly burst out laughing. I glared down to the floor, my cheeks flushing pink. They didn't have to laugh. They could have just said no.

"Guys, shut up." The simple words cut down the laughter instantly. Looking up I saw dark blue eyes starring down at me in amusement. "Just let her through so she can get her lunch." Bird Brain scooted to the side, leaving me an opening to cut in front of him. His teammates looked at him weirdly before shrugging and following with his orders.

I blinked.

"Uh, thanks…I guess." I awkwardly started to make my way away from the group, receiving pissed off glares from the blonde girl, and straight to getting a sandwich. I needed to go and find my own friends. And pronto.

I only made it half way to a table when someone tugged at my backpack. I looked back only to see a grinning Bird Brain and his lackeys glowering at me a few feet away. Maybe they didn't like their Princely Bird to talk to commoners?

"Hey shorty!"

"What do you want?" Sorry, couldn't help being a bit snappish.

"Ouch. That any way to treat someone who let you cut in line?" He placed a hand over where his heart was supposed to be and feigned hurt.

I snorted. "Yes, well, who cares? I said thanks. Now what do you want Hunter?"

He only smiled at me. "Well, since you didn't give me your name yesterday at the library, I thought it be great if you give it to me now as an award."

I actually took a double take on that. He remembered me from yesterday? I would have thought he wouldn't have remembered squat! Since he seems like he wouldn't care what unknown people like me look like or are even called.

"U-uh. My name's Briana."

He nodded, his lips moving silently, almost like he was testing my name. I took a step back. And I thought I was weird.

"Hm, okay then! Briana it is!" He nodded to himself again before waving a goodbye and walking over to his friends. The group swallowed him up and they made their way to a far off table.

I turned away and slowly walked to a table to wait for my own friends.

That…was odd.

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(Phoenix's P.O.V.)

I looked down at the red slop on my plate in disgust. Was this thing really food? And was it actually moving? I poked at it with my spork just in case it decided to do so. It didn't.

I sighed, shoving the tray away from me. Boring.

"Hey." A hand was suddenly near my face, knocking me out of my daydream. I glanced to the side. Big green eyes starred down at me.

"What is it Leo?"

He snorted, shoving one of the guys and sitting himself next to me. Seems like he has a habit of pushing kids. How mean.

"Don't 'what is it Leo?' me you dumb-shit. What the hell was that back there?" He asked, pointing with his thumb towards the line.

"What..? Oh! You mean the girl Briana?" I asked, instantly brightening at the thought of the short girl.

"Yes, that girl. You know her name now too?"

I nodded, smile widening at his incredulous look. Oh please, like it was that much of a big deal. "Yeah. I asked her for her name. I was just curious you know?"

His brow rose up for a moment before he shrugged it off. "I guess… Just didn't think you were into some dark meat. Especially some as nerdy looking as that."

I punched him on the shoulder playfully. "No. I'm not. Trust me man. I just thought she was funny back there. She got all feisty and junk." I laughed and Leo joined me a moment later.

We continued to talk about other stuff, but Briana was still pestering my mind. Hm. Some dark meat never did hurt anyone.

Maybe Briana would be my next entertainment.

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Meee: And sorry for my damn grammar mistakes for this and the last chapter. This year, if my English teacher would have even seen a damn misspelled word, he would have chewed me out in front of the class and spit me right back out like the "stupid monkey" I really am. D: Can't you just feel the love in there somewhere? If you can, well you're freaking weird cause I still can't understand the love!

Translations:

Sonnenschein des gutenmorgens: Good morning sunshine!

Verfluctes: Damn