Sorry i've been AWOL . But here's the next chapter! My exams are OVER *happydance* but Im getting my results back on Friday. Oh God, I really don't want to get them back. Thank you MerlinRocks101!


Spending the afternoon talking about literature was more draining than I expected. Maybe's it's just spending the afternoon with Seere.

"So you like Edgar Allan Poe," Seere said, "what else do you like?"

"I might like Conan Arthur Doyle."

"Sherlock Holmes?" Seere cracked a smile. "Ever the bomb, are you?"

"What's so unusual about that?"

"I thought you'd like, say, Shakespeare."

He was right, though. "I like Shakespeare."

"Do you?"

I liked the fact that I wasn't whoever he had assumed I was. I didn't like being stereotyped, and I enjoyed every look of surprise I placed on his very attractive face. "Yeah. Macbeth, Othello," I said vaguely.

"You like dark themes," Seere realized.

"I guess."

"What about Romeo and Juliet, then?" he was grinning, and I realized that he had brought the specific play up on purpose. He wanted me to blush.

Well, two can play this game.

I tried to remember the scene from last year, during the school's autumn play.

"It's all right. Oh Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?" I flashed him my most innocent smile.

Seere sat, amused, but he composed himself just as quickly. He closed his eyes, as if recalling something, and he opened them, never failing to pull me under the depths of their intensity, near drowning me. "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"

"Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?" I felt my heart accelerating, as if I was Juliet, and Seere was Romeo. I tried to immerse myself into the words, letting myself be fooled into thinking that Seere was as interested in me as Romeo was in Juliet.

I immediately turned red, realizing what I had been doing.

There was a heartbeat of humiliation when I thought Seere wasn't going to complete the monologue. What had I been expecting, really?

I sighed, and let out an awkward laugh. "That was—"

He reached forward and placed finger on my lips. I shut up, the contact of his skin on mine was electrifying, and my breath hitched.

"Hey, I'm not done," he said. "Let me answer your question, Juliet," he removed his finger and I relaxed.

I stared, anticipating what I should expect.

"Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike."

"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb
."

Seere put on an expression of a love struck boy. "Oh, you think too lowly of me. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; for stony limits cannot hold love out."

I was laughing now. "If any of my retarded kinsmen found you here, they would murder you."

"There lies more peril in thine eye, than twenty of their swords."

"All right. You can stop now."

"Oh, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" Seere feigned hurt.

I shook my head. "What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?"

Seere smirked at me. "Aha! I've got you."

"Huh?" I said.

"You've just asked me what I would like from you."

"Hey, you have to play by the script. You can't incorporate reality into this." I was suddenly afraid. What was he going to have me do?

"You don't trust me much, do you?"

"Not exactly." My heart raced. "You have to play by the script."

"Don't worry, Juliet." Seere leaned back into his chair. "Now, what would I like? The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine."

I heaved a sigh of relief. "I gave thee mine before thou didst request it, and yet I would it were to give again."

"And there you go. The lady declares her undying love for me." Seere reached out and took my hand in his, looking pleased with himself.

"We were play-acting, Romeo," I slapped his hand. "Don't flirt."

"You make a horrible Juliet, Sierra. And I did my best at Romeo, too."

"That's because I'm not Juliet."

"That's true." He placed his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his knuckles. "Then who are you like? Let me think, I know of someone..."

"What?" I rapped the table but he held up a hand.

"Don't, don't. I'm almost there."

"Almost where?"

"I've got it! You're like that princess from The Little Princess."

"What? I'm like a little girl?"

"No, I meant. You've got her temper. You're just like her."

"I haven't got a temper!"

"There it is."

"I don't!"

"There you go, Princess. You need to keep that temper in check, or it'll get you into trouble sometime."

"Shut up."

I glared at him while he continued to grin at me. I felt the overwhelming urge to hit him over the head with my book, but I reigned it in. If I did, I would be admitting that I had a temper, and I didn't want to give him the pleasure of realizing that he was right.

"Have I offended the little highness?" Seere laughed and raised an eyebrow.

I resorted to pressing my lips together, trying to stop any retorts from slipping out. I couldn't resist a "yes" though.

"What can I do to earn your forgiveness?"

I looked around, and my eyes fell onto the menu hanging above the counter. "How about another vanilla latte?"

Seere shook his head at me, and went to place the order.

I couldn't help wondering why someone like him was willing to spend time with an awkward duck like me. I wasn't very outgoing, didn't talk much, and I knew I wasn't interesting at all.

He said I was different, but that was based on the fact that I didn't ask him for his number.

He couldn't possibly expect every girl he met to want his number. Wouldn't there be many interesting people around, then?

He returned and set my drink in front of me with a flourish. "Vanilla latte for you."

"Thanks." I pulled it closer to me and he sat down. "So, what were you doing here in the first place? I expect it's not because you were stalking me."

"What if I was?"

"Then I'll have to call up my brother and have him beat you into a pulp." I smiled.

"He sounds very protective of you."

"You have no idea."

"Is it better if I don't?"

I suddenly remembered the man outside my house on Saturday.

"How did you and Lucas become friends?"

"We go back a long way, he and I." Seere's eyes widened. "Why? Are you more interested in Luc than me?"

"God, no," I wrinkled my nose. I'd tried to change that habit, but I couldn't, so I'd given up. "Just, I heard someone accusing him of cheating their money."

Seere regarded me carefully, his eyes burning a window into me. I looked away. "Well," he finally said. "Knowing Luc, it might be true."

"Does he do this often?"

"Maybe," Seere replied offhandedly. "I don't know how often, but I know he's done it before— more than once."

"You don't stop him?" I was incredulous. He just stood by and let his friend commit crimes— and remain indifferent about it?

"We made a pact once," he shrugged. "I don't interfere with his way of things, and he stays out of mine. I drop occasional hints about what he does, though. Sometimes he takes them, most of the time he doesn't."

"It's a crime," I stated. "He could get into trouble."

Seere let slip a laugh. "Someone like Luc? Oh Princess, you have no idea."

"Would it be better if I don't?" I threw the words back at him, feeling a smug smile take over.

"You're such a tease."

"In what way?"

"Haven't you noticed you ask too many questions?" He leaned closer over the table, and without knowing it; I backed into my chair until it hit the wall.

"H...hey," I said, heart pounding. Seere's hands were flat, faced down on the tabletop, the whole upper half of his body stretched over the table, hovering over my vanilla latte. Our faces were so close our noses were almost touching. "What are you doing?"

Seere watched me, too closely. There was nowhere else to look but in his eyes. Something similar to danger radiated from him, and the urge to run hijacked my incoherent mind. In a short moment of panic, I shut my eyes.

"Are you afraid?" Seere's voice was low, barely audible above the pounding of blood in my ears.

I turned my head to the side. Afraid? Why is he asking me such a thing?

Time seemed to slow down as I pondered the question. Was I afraid of him? No, that wasn't it. What was it then? Intimidation? Or was it the nagging in my heart that even if he were interested in me, I was, and never would be, good enough for him?

"Sierra?"

I looked at him. "I'm not... afraid."

The sides of his lips lifted up into the half smile he did before, and I couldn't deny that he was the best-looking guy that I'd ever met.

"What?" I said, unnerved by the silence.

"Maybe you should be," he said after a while.

"Should be what?"

"Maybe you should be afraid of me." Seere grinned and straightened up from the table. "Look at you. You're all red in the face now."

I felt my blush deepen and I covered my mouth with my hand, embarrassed. "Oh?" I said. It was the most I could do to protect my dignity.

"You're easy to flatter, Princess."

"Stop calling me that!"

"It suits you though. Why don't you like it?"

"Just... don't."

Having him create a nickname for me made it look as if we were close. And I didn't think we were. Lucas had already misunderstood, but Seere hasn't done anything to clear up the wrong assumption he made.

Having Seere call me "Princess" made it seem like we were going out, and we weren't. I didn't want others to misunderstand.

And I don't want to give myself false hope.

I shuddered at the stray thought. It wasn't as if I liked him. Or did I? Or was I purely attracted to his looks. I felt just a little disgusted at myself. Was I only after all looks and no substance? I thought I knew myself to be better than that.

"I'm sorry, Princess. But the name stays." Seere checked his watch and stood up. "It's getting late. Aren't you going home?"

"I think I'll stay for a while longer." I didn't want to humiliate myself any further.

"Are you going to be safe? I could give you a ride." He said.

I blinked. "A ride? A ride in what?" He had a car?

Seere raised his eyebrows. "Surely you don't think I'm a poor old chap? I happen to own an Audi A5 Coupe."


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