Legends
 

a story me and my friend wrote:

Part 1:

Krystal:
Nothing was the same as last year. Not the people, not the school, absolutely nothing at all. Besides that, I felt something even more different about high school. Like something was going to happen but I didn’t know what to expect. It’s not like I was coming from middle school into high school—that happened last year. I had to move into a new school district, but luckily my boyfriend moved with me (a miracle, I know) I could still feel something weird about it though, but all I knew—
A tall boy with short golden hair approached, completely throwing off my concentration. His clothes and stunning good looks reflected his wealth, and he looked even better than the last time I’d seen him. “Hey, Krystal! Excited for the new school year? I’m pretty sure we have all the same classes except math.” He flashed me a stunning smile.
“Wow, awesome, John! We’ll sit together in every class.” I replied, smiling back. It was almost hard to believe that this was my boyfriend. I was just average, to me at least. I had shoulder-length blonde hair, was probably a little taller than most girls my age, and was pretty skinny. Nothing special.
Before I could do anything, he grabbed my hand and was taking me toward the side of the building I’d only been in a few times before. Right there in front of pretty much all of the people who weren’t paying attention to us at all, he kissed me. I was used to being kissed by him a lot, but not in public on our first day at a new school!

Evelyn:
As a short skinny girl from Australia, I was afraid of this new, American high school. I grip onto my diary that all my friends back in Aussie had saved up for together as a going away present for me. I nervously trip, and my diary falls to hit a hot blonde haired boy in the head.
"What do you think you're doing, freshman?!" He screams at me while he breaks up from his kiss. I fall backwards, my raven black hair falling into my face.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to interrupt your kiss. I just was-"
"Freshman, you're dead for-"
"John! Quit bullying that freshman girl! Can't you tell she's an exchange student?" The girl the sophomore boy was just kissing yells. She grabs my diary and puts it on top of my books. I remember my old gymnastics coach from Australia was named John, and I almost cry, as he was so nice to me. This sophomore named John was just the exact opposite! I quickly run to my first class.

Part 2:

Krystal:
Frustrated that by boyfriend had to be so mean to the new girl, I tried to catch up to her and apologize. Not finding her, and John racing quickly toward me, I give up. His hand on my shoulder, I turn to face him. His face looked mad as well but also apologetic when he saw my expression. He opened his mouth to talk, but I began first. Before he could say anything more, I stormed off, only to get lost in the new school. He caught up to me pretty quickly because he already knew the school better than I did.
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect our kiss to be interrupted like that. It made me mad—” He could see that I was still pretty mad. “But I was still wrong for being that mean. I’ll try to be nicer the next time someone hits me while we’re kissing.” He smiled his classic smile again before pushing me up against a locker and kissing me for what seemed to the students around us as a long time. The girls all looked at John like he was some famous movie star that had just performed in his first movie, but the looked at me with envy and—most likely—hate. The guys seemed to have some envy also, but only for him. I didn’t really understand it, me being so normal and average and all. Before I knew it, my face was turning a bright red.

Evelyn:
I quickly turn down the hall and find myself in a room that seemed to be like an English classroom. Mrs. Jones stares at me as I walk in.
"And where have you been, Evelyn Nicole Johnson? That is your name, right? That's how it says on the paper." She says, sounding a lot like Miss Bowersox from my Australia seventh grade English class.
"That IS my name and I'm sorry for being late! I just nearly got into a fight with-" I begin, about to tell the story about John.
"John? He's such a nice kid. He said that you punched him in the face in the hall. 3 hours of detention for the week for you!"
"All together?"
"Each DAY." I whimper as she accents day. I was the geography bee champion of all Australia, spelling bee champion in regionals, art contest winner, and a great violinist. I went from being called "Australia’s best student ever seen," to an Australian kid with 15 hours of detention in an American classroom for the week.
"Also, you have In-School Suspension for next Monday." She says as the look of dread comes onto my face. Only one word echoes throughout my mind:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Part 3:

Krystal:
Getting to class a little late after all the ‘excitement’ in the hallway, I took a seat next to John in the back of the classroom. After about ten minutes I realized that we were in Science Class. That was just great. Next to Social Studies, this was my least favorite class, and the young female teacher had a screechy, annoying voice. How was I going to deal with this? I quickly wrote a note to John.
John,
Ugh, you know how I hate this class. How are we gonna last over an hour in here? I need help!!
I passed the note quickly to him when the teacher turned to write her name on the board. Ms. Quickly, what a wonderful name. He read my note quickly and then raised his hand.
Ms. Quickly called on him, and he said, “Excuse me, but Krystal isn’t feeling very well. Would you mind if I took her to the nurse?” The charm in his voice nearly overpowered me, even though he was talking to the teacher.
“W-Why of course, you two may be excused.” She stuttered, obviously being a victor of his charm as well.
On our way to the door, I saw some of the girls and guys who were staring at us in the hall. The giggled silently as we exited.
Once we were free of the classroom, I looked up at John with curious eyes. “What are you doing? I don’t feel sick at all! You’re gonna get us both detention on the first day of school!”
“Don’t worry so much.” He laughed. “I have the perfect plan.” Still shocked, my boyfriend grabbed my hand and dragged me along to a dark corner at the other end of the school. This place seemed deserted. Just then, a boy with reddish-brown hair walked past us and stared at me like he’d seen me before. Then I remembered the strange feeling I had before John kissed me, and I suddenly associated it with this guy. I stared back at him. He was most definitely better than average looking, tying (if not beating) John in the looks area. It was amazing. There was a connection between me and this guy. Before I could think it through any more, John pushed me through the door of an empty classroom.

Evelyn:
After a few minutes of English Class, I finally walked out alive, to see the nurse. Mrs. Jones was so cruel to me, I was almost crying. Wishing I could go back home, I bump into the sophomore girl from earlier.
“Hey! You’re that freshman girl from earlier!” she exclaims, surprised.
“And you’re that sophomore dating the mean guy…” I mutter.
“Look, don’t take me wrong, but he’s really nice. Plus, he’s right now in the bathroom, so he won’t disturb us. Plus, I’m starting to get afraid of him; he’s acting different than last year. Oh, crap, someone’s coming!” she whispers. Suddenly, my brother Tim looks in the door.
“Hullo? Lynnie, are you in there?” he says. I feel half-tempted to say yes, but both the sophomore girl and I stay quiet.

Part 4:

Krystal:
“Was that your boyfriend calling?” I ask ‘Lynnie’ confused. “Oh, and is your name Lynnie?”
Looking at her feet, she answered my question. “Well, no, he’s not my boyfriend. And my name is Evelyn; it’s just that people that know me call me Lynnie. Ya know, as a nickname…” She looked up at me for understanding.
“Oh, that’s a cute name!” I say, almost too loudly. I hear footsteps coming towards the room. “Uh-oh, I’m guessing you don’t want to talk to him, do you?”
“…Not exactly.” Lynnie replied, shy again.
Just then, John walks up to the guy that Lynnie was hiding from. “Hey, you new around here?”
“Y-Yeah… I’m a sophomore, but I just moved here…” A shy voice, similar to Lynnie’s, answered.
“I’m new here too. My girl’s in that room. You wanna meet her?” He said, and I could tell that he’d have a mocking smile on his face.
The boy paused before answering. “I g-guess… if you want me to…”
This couldn’t end well. If Lynnie was trying to avoid this guy, where could she go? I quickly whispered in her ear, “If you really don’t want to talk to him, go hide in that closet before the guys come in. Go ahead, hurry!” I pushed her in the direction of the closet, and she opened the door. She fit in easily, and I closed the door right before the two guys entered the room. No way. Lynnie couldn’t want to avoid this guy. He’s the one I’d seen in the hall not long ago. Now, with the look of fear on his face, he looked even more gorgeous.
“Hey John, you’re back. Who’s he?” I asked as politely as I could, not trying to make this new guy feel uncomfortable.
John looked from me to the boy and back to me again. “You know, I didn’t even ask him his name. What IS your name?”
“I’m… Tim.” The shy boy answered, not taking his eyes off of me. But I couldn’t take my eyes off of him either. For a minute I forgot about John right beside him and Lynnie in the closet. Then I remembered that I shouldn’t be even thinking of him that way, since I already had a boyfriend. “I’m Krystal.” I said, smiling at him anyway.
He gave me an adorable smile in return, and then John got angry. “Stop eyeing my girl, man,” he said, turning to glare at Tim, who quickly backed away.
“S-Sorry…” He looked down and then went out the door. I felt bad for him, especially because I felt this strongly about him after he’d just said two words to me.
“So where were we?” John said, looking at my concerned expression. “Forget about him, I was just showing him what he can never have. Or should I say who?” He walked toward me, using that smile that always lured me in no matter how mad I was.

Evelyn:
As I eavesdropped on Krystal, my brother, and John, I let the door open just a little, enough for me to see them but not them to see me. When John tells my brother to keep his eyes off his girl, I almost shouted. And then John approached Krystal, with a look in his eyes that I saw before, in a bad, bad dream, which was the reason that I had to move from Australia anyway. John grabs Krystal’s shirt, pushes her onto the table with him, and I come barreling out of the closet, out into the open where my brother could scold me. I rammed, with all my puny, stick-like, small freshman effort into John, to get him away from Krystal.
“What do you think you’re doing to her, you moron!” I scream at him.
“Freshman, you die, right here and now!” John says, rolling up his sleeves.
“You’re not hurting Lynnie.” My brother says, now standing in front of me.
“Really? And you’re not coming out of this without a few bruises!” John says, throwing the first punch. My brother catches it.
“And that’s all you can do, twig?” my brother challenges back, throwing a punch that lands square in John’s face.

Part 5:

Krystal:
I stare in wide-eyed horror and what was happening and what would have happened if it wasn’t. I couldn’t believe John was seriously trying to do this to me. I quickly pulled down my shirt, stretching it over my body.
“Argh!!” John screamed his hands over his eye. “You’ve just messed with the wrong guy, punk!”
Before I could do anything to stop the fight, Tim and then John rolled up their sleeves, Tim revealing more muscles than John. My… ‘Boyfriend’ charged at Tim, plowing him into the wall and punching him in the stomach.
“Ooph” Tim sighed, but it wasn’t enough to keep him down. Both I and Lynnie stared at the guys, both of us wondering what would happen next.
I started to cry, not because John was getting hurt, but because of what he was trying to do before all of this happened. I didn’t know he would ever try to do that, and if Lynnie wasn’t there… I hugged her with all my strength. I was devastated that he would do that, though, of that I was sure. I didn’t know what I was going to do.
Just then, Tim punched John again, once in the face and once in the stomach. It was easy to tell that his punch was much harder than John’s was. John’s body bent over and he fell, holding his face in his pretty boy hands.

Evelyn:
I watched John fall over with his face in his hands. I knew anybody who punched my brother would face a horrible punch from him.
“And that’s what you get for messing with me, and trying to do that to another girl!” I scream at him. Suddenly, I just look over at the door, and about forty awe-filled faces that were dumbfounded met my eyes.
“Uh, Tim, Krystal, look over at the door.” I say, still staring at the door. Just as I finish the sentence a man walks through the doorway, like Moses parting the Red Sea.
“And what has happened here?” He asks us.

Part 6:

Krystal:
The fact that my new principal was standing at the doorway with other students caught me off guard. I was nearly speechless.
Tim—in my mind, the most likely person to do so—spoke up. “John and I just got in a little fight. The girls had nothing to do with it. It was really all my fault.” He accused himself, fake guilt in his eyes.
I was shocked. No way would he want to save me like that. He couldn’t possibly feel the same way I felt about him right now. Not yet, anyway. Awe filled my eyes, and I wanted to say something but didn’t.
The principal thought this over for a minute, then asked, “So then, ladies. What are you doing here?”
“They were using the restroom and heard the fight. All they wanted to do was see what was going on.” Tim spoke up, amazing me again. Maybe he wasn’t so shy after all.
“Hm… Then, Tim, you and John have detention all this week, three hours a day.” Beside me, Lynnie flinched. I wondered why, but couldn’t ask at this very moment.
Tim tried to look sad, to put on the show. Then he looked up at me, his gaze asking if I knew what this meant. I hoped my eyes—that were filling with tears at how happy and surprised I was—would answer that question.
Clearing his throat, the principal announced, “Break it up, everybody! There’s nothing to see here!”

Evelyn:
“Why did you flinch at the fact that Tim had 3 hours of detention this week?” Krystal asked me.
“Long story. Right now, you’re welcome for the little help I gave you.”
“Oh thank you! I can’t believe that he was about to…”
“I know the feeling.”
“How?”
“There was this boy at my school, and he tried to do it to me, and when I wouldn’t let him, he stalked me. That’s why I left Australia.” I said, remembering the horror I had.
“Wow… Talk to you later then?”
“Sure.” I said, as I walk to my next class.

Part 7:

Krystal:
Checking my schedule, I found out I had math next. That was good, because that was the only class I had that John wasn’t in. Getting there barely on time, I took a seat in the back of the classroom.
Math was my favorite class, and the teacher was a very young guy who was really funny. He made jokes that if anyone else told you you’d think they were crazy, but not him. A few minutes after the bell rang, Tim walked in the door with a pass. He took the seat right beside mine, still having the same look in his eyes as when I first met him. I smiled to myself and then at him, very happy that he was in my class. I mouthed, “Thank you,” to him and he nodded. The class passed by really slowly, even for my favorite subject. By the time we had about ten minutes left in class, the teacher told us we could just talk for the rest of the class. Relieved that I could finally talk to him, I turned to Tim’s seat.
Trying to find the right words, I said, “Thank you so much, I can’t believe you did that…” I smiled at him again, and was stunned by his reaction. He was looking past me, an angry look on his face.
“Huh? What’s wrong?”
“It’s… nothing. I just want you to be safe. That boyfriend of yours…” He stopped, looking at me now.
I was at a loss of words; nothing seemed to be able to come out of my mouth. We sat, looking at each other until the bell rang and it was time for lunch.

Evelyn:
I walked quietly to the next class, gym. The female teacher was really nice to me when I walked up, and then told me she was from Australia also. I smile sweetly, realizing that I would’ve had her this year if we hadn’t moved anyway.
During gym class, another foreign girl bumps into me, and I knock her over. Flying up onto her feet, she rams her shoulder into me, and releases a long line of foreign cussing. I push her back, and she punches me in the gut. I fall backward, and begin puking. She complains to the teacher, and we both head to the nurse.

Part 8:

Krystal:
As I headed to lunch, I noticed that Lynnie was in the nurse’s office—I had to pass by it on my way to the cafeteria. I walked in, prepared to ask her what happened.
When I saw her, she looked sick and beat up. It looked like she had been throwing up or something. “Hey Lynnie, are you okay?” I asked as I looked at the foreign girl on the cot beside her. “And who’s that?”
“Well…” She answered weakly. “I accidentally knocked her over—” She gestured toward the other girl—“And then she punched me in the stomach, and I threw up…” Shocked, I walked over to the other girl. “What do you think you were DOING?! It was just an accident, leave her alone!” I almost scream, kicking her leg as hard as I could. This made her start cussing and the nurse came into the room.
The foreign girl quickly said, “She kicked me! She kicked me!”
There I was, red handed—or should I say red footed. I blushed, revealing that I really did kick her. “Now Krystal… you’re getting written up! Three hours of detention for you tonight.” The nurse said, looking ashamed.
How could this be happening? I was just trying to defend my new friend… I stormed out of the nurse’s office—not even saying good-bye to Lynnie—and went to lunch.

Evelyn:
I watch as Krystal storms out of the nurse’s office, and quietly laugh to myself.
“What do you think you’re laughing at, huh?” The foreign girl yells at me. I start laughing hysterically at how she was reacting.
“Well? What do you think you’re laughing at? Me?!”
“Shut up, my gut really is hurting!” I manage to whimper as tears start rolling down my cheeks. She gets ready to kick me as the lunch bell rings. The nurse dismisses us as I am still laughing about how my brother, me, and Krystal are all having bad days.

Part 9:

Krystal:
Entering the cafeteria a little late, I find John and sit beside him and his tray already full of food. He looks at me, probably almost amazed that I’d sit with him. His eyes looked so deeply apologetic that I couldn’t help but smile at him. I wasn’t able to break his gaze until he spoke.
“I can’t believe that Tim guy did that! And that girl… what’s her name? It doesn’t matter, I don’t care! Ugh… I’m so mad right now. But I’ll be okay, as long as you are.” His smile looked very half-hearted.
I don’t know how or why, but I gave in to him. He was just too hard to resist. “I’m fine, and we’ll be okay.” I promised him, trying my best to smile convincingly. “Oh, and we’ll be able to spend some time together after school… I got detention too.” He looked shocked. “For what?” He asked, furious.
I almost laughed at his reaction. “I kicked a girl’s leg really hard and the nurse caught me.” I blushed just like I had in the nurse’s office.
“Oh. Okay. Come to my house afterwards?” He winked at me, but then saw my unsure expression. He quickly added, “To do homework, of course.”
“In that case, it’s a date!” I said, still unsure of his expectations. This made me extremely nervous.

Evelyn:
I nervously approach the sophomore science classroom and see many boys acting out a ninja fight scene, throwing paper shruiken across the room. One hits me in the shoulder, and I glare at its owner. I throw it back, aiming for his Adam’s apple, and make a perfect hit.
“Needs practice, but not bad for being cooped up in a flying tin can for a few days.” I murmur to myself as the boy yelps at how hard the wad of paper had hit him in the neck. Just then I see Krystal with… John. I silently snarl at how she stayed with him after this morning. I quickly jog over to sit in a solitary corner, glaring at John. Krystal eventually sees my line of glare and comes over to talk with me.
“Three hours left, and look! It’s Tim!” she exclaims. I shrink in my seat, praying that my brother wouldn’t see me. He does. He runs over, and sits at the chair across from…

Part 10:

Krystal:
Still not believing what I had just heard, I kept staring at Tim, glancing at Lynnie now and then. When I finally snapped out of it, it was because John was right beside me. He pulled my shoulders around so that I had to face him, and kissed me again—right in front of Tim and Lynnie.
I made sure the kiss wasn’t long, and then looked back toward the brother and sister. By now, they were looking away. “So… this is what detention is like… I’ve gotten in this much trouble before. I guess they’re pretty strict here.
Sighing, Tim replied, “Yeah, I guess so. I’ve never gotten detention for this long, I mean, one hour, yeah, but not three.” He looked at me for acceptance. I was surprised at how he wasn’t acting shy at all.
When I was about to answer him with a smile, I heard John’s voice. He was frustrated yet again. “Man, stop looking at Krystal and talking to her like you’re friends. You interrupted our little meeting in room 103, and she liked that about as much as I did. Isn’t that right?” Before I could object, he kissed me again. I didn’t know what I was going to do… I couldn’t break up with him, but I couldn’t just ignore my fast growing feelings for Tim…

Evelyn:
Suddenly, my temper flared again, as John kissed Krystal again. I could feel my brother’s reaction, and that just fueled me even more for what was about to happen next. Suddenly, I jump up and slap John right in his face, hurting his already hurt nose. Luckily the teacher didn’t pay attention to us, but John suddenly grabbed me around the waist, and picked me up. I kick vigorously to try and make him let go, but he doesn’t. He pulls his arm back, and-
“Tim, or should I say Freshman Protector, you will die for that!”
“How about not? Why shouldn’t protect my sister?!”
“Really? She’s you sister? Gives me even a better reason to kill her!”
I look at Krystal. She’s almost in tears, not only because I was about to be chucked across the room if Tim didn’t interfere, but because my brother, whom I could sense she secretly loved, could get hurt.

Part 11:

Krystal:
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I got up and grabbed John’s arm—the one that wasn’t holding Lynnie. “John… please stop this! You need to calm down… what’s with you this year? It’s only the first day! Please, let her go… for me.” I looked up at him as his face softened, but still looked stern. I did my best to give him a face that would make him give in.
After a long pause, he closed his eyes and dropped Lynnie. As I turned to her, he said, “I don’t know why you have to be like this. I’m trying to get them back for what they did earlier. You understand that, right? But I guess I’ll let it go… if that’s what you want.”
“Yes, that IS what I want. I don’t know if I can forgive you that easily.” I turned away from him, sitting in my seat. This time he grabbed my arm before I sat down.
“Come on, Krystal. I’m sorry for everything that I did today. It’ll be better by tomorrow.” He had a glint in his eye that worried me even more about going to his house tonight. “I promise.”

Evelyn:
Gasping for breath after John dropped me; Tim came running over to make sure I was ok. Without a word, I stare at John, trying to sense his feelings, to protect Krystal; to protect my brother; to protect myself. I saw a glimmer in his eye, and shuddered. His eyes looked… like… I look at Krystal. She had the same look as me.
Krystal… I feel sorry for you… somehow… come to our house tonight! I screamed in my head.
A few minutes later, I manage to get to Krystal when John was away.
“Krys, we need to talk! Something’s up with John, when are you seeing him again?!” I quickly rasp, watching the door for John, as he was outside of the classroom.
“Slow down! Look, I’ve been asked to go to his house tonight, and after the look in his eyes-“
“You don’t want to go.” I finished grimly, “Look, I’ve got the perfect plan. Come to our house tonight, I might set up a trap for John also. You like my bro, don’t you?”
“Um, I guess I’ll come to your house tonight, but I kind of like your brother. Oh my gosh, there’s John! Talk to you later, right?” she finished right before John came in.
“Sure,” I said, jotting down my address, “Here’s my address. Come at 5 o’clock, okay?”
John glares at me, and throws a note at me.
Freshman,
If you continue to talk to my girlfriend, or screw up any of our dates, you WILL die. Not even your brother can stand a knife, can he?
STAY AWAY FROM KRYSTAL!
John
I almost laugh at how he had written it. I quickly jot down a picture of a dragon sticking its tongue out, and wrote:
If you think that you are God, fly to Japan and get me a kimono in 5 minutes!
Evelyn!! >=D
I chuck the note back at John and head home, ready for Krystal to come over to my house in an hour.

Part 12:

Krystal:
After finally escaping detention, I decided that I had to tell John about my plans for tonight. Even though I was going to Lynnie’s house, I’d have to somehow make it seem like I wasn’t trying to escape him. “Hey, um… John, about tonight…” I said, nervously.
His smile caught me off guard. “Yeah, I know. I’m excited too. Come on.” Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me toward his car.
“Wait, John… What I meant is that I have to go somewhere else. It’s really important… I’m sorry.” I tried to make the apology look and sound sincere, and I hoped it worked.
He looked at me for a few seconds with a question on his face. “What do you have to do? I can come with you and we could go to my house later…”
I didn’t want to lie to him, because he always caught me when I tried to. I just stayed with the truth. “Well… I’m going over to Lynnie’s house. I’m pretty sure she’d let you come too… Is that okay?” I tried to keep my voice steady, awaiting his reaction.
“WHAT?!” He almost screamed and stopped where we stood. It was a minute until I realized we were at his car. “You’re blowing off OUR date to go to THEIR house? What are you thinking? Oh, I’ll come, but you’ll be sorry that you ever accepted their invitation. Now do you know where they live? I’ll drive.” He said, getting into the driver’s seat.
“Yeah… here.” My voice came out as almost a whisper as I handed him the piece of paper with the address and got into the passenger side of his car. I had no idea what I was going to do, and no matter what I thought about, I couldn’t get Tim out of my mind.

Evelyn:
After eating a quick dinner, I hear a horn honk outside. Tim and I run over, and look outside. We see Krystal jumping out of the passenger side of the car. Suddenly, the driver’s side opens. I see a blonde head stick out, and my face goes pale.
“NO! No no no no NO!!! He CAN’T POSSIBLY be coming HERE!” I hear Tim yell as he storms up the stairs. I sigh. He’s jealous, and all Mr. Muscles of a Brother has his life at stake.
My BRILLIANT idea has gone haywire. JOYOUS! Time to call the Calvary; this is going to be one heck of a war tonight!
John walks in the door, suddenly slamming it as soon as Krystal was seated.
“YOU! YOU SCREWED UP OUR WHOLE ENTIRE EVENING TONIGHT! REMEMBER THAT NOTE?!” John screams at me.
“Yes, and did you read what it said?” I said, smirking.
“Yes, but I am not God. I am the Angel of Death. I am the Grim Reaper.” He laughs. I suddenly sprint up to where my room is, and grab the first thing I could use as a weapon, which was my old fencing sword. I run back downstairs, and find Krystal pinned by John on the couch, and John is slowly stripping himself and her. As he takes his shirt off, I run up behind him and start beating his back with the sword made of a combination of steel and protected by plastic. I hear a door slam open, and I see my brother, standing right at the doorway to the hall, staring.

Part 13:

Krystal:
Trying to get out from under John’s body, I feel trapped and nervous. Then, right before he takes anything more than my shirt off, I hear someone coming down the stairs. A few seconds later, his body is crashing into mine, making it hard to breathe. By the time I’d finally realized that Lynnie was causing this by hitting him, Tim was by my side. He grabbed John off of me, leaving me shirtless.
Before I could do anything to stop the fight, it had already begun. Tim punched John, pretty hard by the looks of it. But, unlike the last fight, John got Tim back. He punched him so hard in the stomach it made him fall this time. Then the scariest that I would have thought would be possible happened. Out of his pocket, John pulled a small silver object. A pocket knife.
I nearly fainted watching even this much of the fight, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Tim. I tried to get up and make John stop it, but my body wouldn’t let me. John ripped Tim’s shirt off and carved an X across his chest.
“Had enough, tough guy?” John said as he looked at his now bloodied knife and then Tim’s face. He was wincing in pain.
The tears fell effortlessly from my eyes and Lynnie came over to comfort me. “He’ll be okay… I think…” She could barely even whisper—she was crying too.
As I looked at Tim one last time before I completely gave in to crying, he was staring at me. I couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes—not the look that I’d seen in John’s, but something different. It looked as if he wanted something, yearned something, needed something… Me?

Evelyn:
I whimper at the sight of my brother being hurt like that. Immediately, as an instinctive reaction, I grab my fencing sword. John whirls towards me. I take off the plastic covering, revealing the true identity of the sword. Underneath the plastic sheath that has held it, was my sword, Icy Fire.
“Step away from my brother!” I command, moving the blue sword in circles.
“Lynnie, what are you doing?! Don’t kill him!” Krystal screamed.
“Freshman, you may be holding a sword, but you beat me with it like a club. Are you sure you could even harm me?” John said darkly.
“I’m the captain of the Australian fencing team, don’t underestimate me.” I said darkly, lunging, and purposely missing.
“Not bad, but I dodged it! Now, remember the note?! You’ll die!” he yelled, thrusting the knife at my neck.

Part 14:

Krystal:
As soon as I saw John going toward Lynnie, I decided I had to fight to get up and save her. Right when I got to her side, he rose up the knife and slashed blindly in her direction, hitting me on the cheek instead.
I screamed as I put my hand up to my right cheek and felt the red liquid on my palm. Even though I was injured, I was glad for what I had done. He could have seriously injured Lynnie, and my cheek would heal pretty quickly.
Just then, John realized what he had done. I stumbled back to the couch and sat down, still crying—not about the pain on my cheek, but because I looked at Tim again. He was hurt so much more than I was, still on the ground. Before John could try to comfort me, I went as fast as I could to Tim’s side, sitting on the floor beside him.
He turned to look at me, his gaze almost making me speechless. “A-Are you… okay?” Is all I could choke out, my voice cracking. He looked so sad and defeated, but still better than and guy I’d ever seen.
He smiled half-heartedly. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” His hand removed mine from my cheek, and he looked at my cut. “Are YOU okay?”
His touch made me almost freeze where I was sitting, but I didn’t want to look like a complete idiot, so I tried my best not to let it affect me that much. “I’m fine, especially compared to you.”
“I’m more worried about you than about myself.” Tim’s face suddenly looked serious, his eyes still holding me in place. So fast that I could have just dreamt it, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, sending shocks all though my body. This was definitely more than a crush.

Evelyn:
I still sat there, dumbfounded by what Krystal did. She looked like she was about to pass out, and John started to lunge for my brother again.
“YOU ARE SUCH A- OW!!!!!!” John yelled as I whacked him on the back of the head with Icy Fire, giving him a concussion. I snatch his knife away right as he falls to the floor, unconscious.
“Now, are both of you okay?” I finally murmur, before I run upstairs to get bandages for my brother and Krystal. I return with a few shredded t-shirts for my brother, and a bandage made especially for face injuries. Silently, I place the bandages on Krystal and Tim start talking. I weakly smile, knowing that they were now in love with each other.

Part 15:

Krystal:
Honestly not caring that John was laying on the floor, unconscious, I turned to Tim, who was looking back at me. He still had that look in his eyes—the one of yearning. Before even thinking, he leaned in to kiss me—this time on the lips. It didn’t last long because I knew I shouldn’t be doing it. But at the same time I knew that I should.
The next thing I knew, John was awake. He had obviously seen the kiss. Taking my shoulder in his hand, he jerked me upward toward him. His eyes looked different than I would have imagined. Instead of being angry with me, he looked hurt. The shock of that made me a little sad.
“How could you…” He barely choked out before letting go of my shoulder and walking out the door, slamming it behind him. I stood shocked where he had left me.
When I turned around Tim wasn’t on the floor any more—he was right beside me. The giant X on his chest was still bleeding, so I tired not to look at it. Instead, turned and walked away. I needed to get rid of my feelings for him. I couldn’t let this go on any further. About a yard away, I turned to face him. His face looked confused, but I could see was hurt as well.
“I…” I tried to find the right words to make this as painless as possible. “…don’t feel the same way. Sorry”. The lie appeared to have hurt him as much as it hurt me. But I couldn’t do this to John.
The look in his eyes was what killed me. “I understand. I shouldn’t have done that… I should be the sorry one…” Right then Lynnie came into the room, looking confused.
“You guys okay?” She asked.
After a short pause, I walked to the door. “I think I should go.” Before either of them could reply, I was out the door. What I saw surprised me.
There he was. John was in his car, waiting for me.

Evelyn:
I stared at how John was. Just when I thought he was under control, he manages to fool me. The nerve of him, keeping Krystal when he knew that I knew he was just using her, as an object of value, a trophy! I felt tempted to go out there again and whack him on the back of the head. Suddenly, I feel a hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t. He’s not worth it.” My brother says in the voice that always pulled me under control again.
“Can’t she see that he’s using her?”
“I don’t know. Have you tried convincing her to break up?”
“No, but where are they going?” I ask grimly. My brother’s face goes pale.
“Get the racing bikes. We’re following them!” He yells.
“Okay!” I shout, and run to get the bikes.

Part 16:

Krystal:
Going by my instinct, I walked up to the car and opened the passenger’s side. Getting in quickly, I see John looks a little better than before. “I’m sorry…”
That same luring smile flashed across his face, just like before. “It’s fine. I know it was his fault and not yours.” I looked up at him and he started the engine. “To my house.”
As he sped away, I looked back at Lynnie’s house. No way. Lynnie and Tim were in the driveway, both of them sitting on bikes. Lynnie’s blue bike and Tim’s red one looked like they could go pretty fast. By the looks of it, John had noticed this too. He sped up to 60—way past the speed limit of the little town. Before they could catch up, we were at his house.
John parked and ran over to my side, pulling the door open and forcing me out. He dragged me to his door, unlocking it extremely quickly. As soon as we were inside, he locked the door behind him.

Evelyn:
We pedaled as fast as we could, my legs going as fast as they could, and I lay as close as I could to my bike to prevent air resistance. Hurry, not much time, must protect her! Went my heart, and I could feel it go fast as we skidded to a stop in front of John’s house. I whip off my helmet, and run to the back door because the front was locked. I grabbed the handle, and threw the door open. There she was, Krystal, sitting there.
“Why are you here, anyway?” she asks me before I could warn her.
“Doesn’t matter. Where’s John?” I murmur, my eyes darting around the room.
“He said he’s just changing clothes so that he doesn’t have the scent of blood on him.” She calmly replied.
“Krystal! Can’t you see he’s using you?!” Tim says as he runs in the door at last. I check to make sure that the bandages weren’t falling off, or if he was bleeding too badly. The bandages are soaked through, and the shirt ribbons are slowly falling off. I hear a door creak open, and see John standing there, with a look that could kill. His shirt off, with a jacket on that exposed his muscles. He was only wearing boxers, and we all could see what he was preparing for. Suddenly, I get an idea.
“Where’s your parents?” I ask, glancing up.
“Away. Why should you care?”
“Just asking, do you have anything to drink? I’m famished.” I calmly reply, as I hand Icy Fire, which was strapped to my back, to my brother.
“ Sure. I’ll get you a Sprite, is that okay? All you have to do is come with me.” Silently, my brother and I follow him to the kitchen. John starts to pour the soda into a glass, then suddenly, I grab my sword, still sheathed, and give him a concussion. Tim grabs John’s car keys, and we get ready to run.

Part 17:

Krystal:
Hearing something was going on in the kitchen, I rushed out to see what was happening. When I got out there I found John laying on the floor and Lynnie with keys in her hand. “What… happened?” I managed to ask.
“I told you, he’s trying to use you!” Tim almost yelled, clearly angry. He waited for a minute for his anger to subside, and then talked again. “Please believe me. It’s quite obvious, even though I haven’t known you long.” Tim looked really sympathetic for me, and that made me sad—and angry at the same time. How could I let him control my emotions so easily? I couldn’t do this… I couldn’t let this happen…
Just when I was lost in thought, John’s body moved and he started to get up slowly. Through my daze I didn’t even ask if he was okay. He didn’t seem to mind though. His eyes were fixed on Tim as he stepped forward. “You really think it’s gonna be that easy? She’s MINE! You CAN’T have her. Not NOW, not EVER! Do you hear me? NEVER!!”

Evelyn:
“Tim, Krystal, get in the car! I’ll take him on myself!” I scream as John gets up.
“Sister… how? You’re only a freshman in high school, and you’re not even half his size!” My brother says.
“Brother, you know the rough fencing training we went through in Australia. You don’t have your sword anymore…” I yell back confidently.
“I know I don’t have Cherygondio Sakura, but let me wield Icy Fire!”
“You remember good old Iokl, don’t you? He custom made those swords for us! You lost yours in a bet, I still have mine! And Icy Fire was made to fit a delicate feminine hand, not a muscular masculine hand! Let me finish it! Get Krystal away from here! I can bike out of here if I have to!”
“Sister…”
“Go! NOW!” I scream as John suddenly grabs a kitchen knife, no, a BUTCHER knife!
“Lynnie!” Krystal screams.
“GO!” I howl as a battle cry, and John lunges at me while my brother and Krystal run out to steal John’s car.
“Please… be safe brother…” I whisper as they drive away. I could feel my brother’s emotions so well that I could hear his thoughts, only two words.
Be safe.

I WILL! I scream in my head, and get ready for the fight to come.

Part 18:

Krystal:
Out in the car with Tim, I was too frightened and confused to think straight. What were we doing? And Lynnie!! She was fighting John... To protect me! How could my life be like this... and here I was, in a car with the person I was trying my hardest not to give in to. This was nearly impossible now.
Then I realized it: we were in John’s car and he would have to find us sometime! I quickly turned to Tim, question in my eyes. But before I can ask him anything, I burst out in tears. He looked at me, again a sympathetic look in his eyes. "We'll be okay." He reassured me. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." He kept staring at the road as he talked.
Surprisingly, this made me feel a lot better--more than I would have expected. I just leaned back into the chair, too content, thinking about all the wrong things. My mind drifted off into sleep, dreaming about Tim... When suddenly I was woken up by the breaks slamming and Tim cutting the ignition. "What--" I asked, being cutoff.
"Shhhh..." Tim shushed me, turning off the lights, making everything dark. "Don't move and stay quiet." Those were his only directions.

Evelyn:
“Krystal was never yours! Stay away from her!” I breathlessly say, cuts bleeding all over my body.
“She was mine… she always will be MINE!” John screams.
“You’re insane… you’re drunk… you’re… ack…” I say, and run outside. I start biking, and suddenly pass out, and crash into a car.

Part 19:

Krystal:
Just as I was going to try to ask what was wrong, I heard a thud and knew something had hit the back of the car. Before I could do anything, Tim was out of the car. I got out to investigate.
Getting to the back of the car as quickly as I could, I saw that a biker had crashed into it. Lynnie! From what I could see, she was very injured. Her clothes were torn and blood was staining her shirt. She was crying, but Tim was by her side. I walked up to her slowly, not quite believing this was real—or not wanting to. John had done this to her. It could have been me.
Almost panicking, I put my arm around her shoulder. “L-Lynnie… are you okay?!” Tears were beginning to form in my own eyes.
She let out a sigh. “You think I’M bad? You should see John.” She rubbed her eyes. “Going that fast made my eyes water.”
So she wasn’t crying? I went over to Tim’s side, looking up at him, wondering what he would do next. Seeing my curiousness and the worry in my eyes, he put his arm around my shoulder, pressing my body against his. “Don’t worry. It’ll be ok. She’ll be fine.” I leaned against his body, completely giving in to what I kept trying to hide:
My love for Tim.
Lost in thought now, I barely noticed Lynnie bent over until Tim let go of me and caught her. “She fainted.” He said, sounding more worried than before. I followed him to the back door of the car, ready to help him get Lynnie inside. But when I got there, I realized she was in the car and he was in the driver’s seat. I rushed to the passenger’s side and got in, the car already turned on.
I just stared at him as he started the car and shot up to 60 in a few seconds. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and that wasn’t good. I had to at least try to control my emotions for him, even if I didn’t succeed.
Once we got to the hospital—no talking through the whole trip of 5 minutes—we got out and Tim picked Lynnie up. He carried her into the lobby of the hospital, and walked up to the desk. “Excuse me. I have a seriously injured girl here, and she needs immediate help.” His voice was smooth yet urgent.
“Oh my.” The woman at the desk pressed a couple of buttons on her keyboard. “We’ll get you a room right away.” She moved over to her computer and started to type. “Ah. Here we go, take her back to room 23.”
Tim walked slowly to the room, still not talking to me. I didn’t like this… but then again, I was pretty mean to him earlier. How would I make it up to him? And should I?
Before I could consider either option, I heard running behind us, and John grabbed my shoulder, making me jump. “KRYSTAL! What do you think you’re DOING?! Don’t run away with him! You’re MINE!! All MINE!!” He pulled me against his injured body, kissing me. I tried to pull away, but his grasp was too strong.
The next thing I knew, our bodies were separated by Tim, Lynnie no longer in his arms. I guessed he’d taken her to the room. “Back off, John! Stop using her, and don’t tell me you’re not. Just let it go. I think it’s obvious what’s best for her.” His voice was defensive, trying to protect me. He was even more attractive when he was mad. But that couldn’t keep me in place. I ran outside as fast as I could and wandered out into the woods near the hospital.
Probably about ten paces behind me, I saw Tim running toward me. But he was too late. He couldn’t do anything. “This is for you, Tim! She’s the right one, I’m hoping!” An unfamiliar male voice called and something sharp was slammed into my back. My body fell, but I was unconscious before I hit the ground.

Evelyn:
Days later, I wake up to find myself, now in bandages. I see an IV with water dripping, and find a spot on my arm completely patched up, and I assumed the hospital, as I had now found out where I was, had given me blood. I check out my surroundings more thoroughly. My cell phone, and a note with flowers, were both left on my bedside table. I also saw a picture, one of a favored hockey player, sitting behind the flowers, autographed. I grab my cell phone and dial my brother. One ring. Two rings.
“Hello?” I hear my brother’s voice, and it’s obvious that he’s sad.
“Tim!”
“Evelyn?! You’re awake?!” he said, calling me by my regular name.
“Yeah, and what happened to Lynnie? Am I fully grown up now that I’ve been stuck in the hospital unconscious that you no longer call me Lynnie?” I tease, though perplexed by the fact that he called me Evelyn.
“Sorry. Do you know it’s been three days since the huge blowup with John?”
“So it’s Friday now? Wow, the days passed so quickly! So, what have you been up to?”
“Oh, I have a girlfriend now.”
“It’s Krystal, isn’t it?!” I said, excited that he had gotten his girl. Dead silence answers me.
“What’s wrong?” Still silent.
“It’s not Krystal?” I ask.
“No, it’s this really nice girl named Kristin.”
“What happened to Krystal?!”
“She… got hurt shortly after you were put in the room. She’s your roommate for now.”
“Who hurt her?! If it’s John then his flesh will be hung on his car!” I scream, enraged.
“Look, I can’t talk right now, call me later, okay? Actually, I’ll be picking you up since the hospital said the day you woke up you can be discharged. Bye.” He finished. I hang up, and see that Krystal had now woken up.
“Lynnie?! You’re awake also?” she exclaims.
“Yeah. Have you woken up in the past three days?” I ask her, to see if she knew anything I didn’t.
“No, actually, this is the first time I’ve woken up since I was stabbed in the back three days ago. I see that you got gifts, but all I got were some white lilies. Ever since I read this one book on superstition, I remember that lilies are the symbol for death, so someone wanted me dead.”
“Weird…” I say as both our faces go grim.

Part 20:

Krystal:
Glad that I had finally woken up, I was very curious and I didn’t know why Lynnie looked so depressed—even before I told her about the white lilies. I decided she needed to tell me what was wrong. I needed to ask questions.
“So… you’re probably as clueless as I am, right? Oh, wait. Who were you just talking to on the phone?”
Lynnie looked as if she was hiding something when she spoke. “That was… Tim. I called him when I was completely confused about my surroundings. He’s at home right now.”
My eyes lit up when she mentioned his name, but she just looked away from me. “What is it?” And why isn’t he here? I wanted to say… but I thought that was too conceited. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way as I did… but then, why should he?
“That’s… all.” Lynnie said reluctantly. I could tell there was more to this.
I thought of a way to ask her. “I won’t be mad, just tell me. Please, Lynnie!” I looked over at her until she met my gaze.
“This is going to upset you, Krystal. But…” She trailed off.
“But what! You HAVE to tell me now, come on!!” I almost yelled across the room, making my back hurt more than it already did.
She looked around the room, at the soft comfy chair, at the television, at the alarm clock radio, and at the phone before turning back towards me. “He has a girlfriend. Krystal, I’m sorry.”
The words she spoke seemed too unbelievable to be true. He wouldn’t do that. But… I hadn’t exactly been very good to him. I guess I deserved it after all… but still, if he DID feel the way I thought he might, how could he do this to me? If he knew the way I felt…
There was a silence that dragged on several minutes until there was a knock on the door, and John walked inside. “Krystal, you’re finally awake!” He exclaimed, but when I though of him now I didn’t feel the same way I used to. Now that I’d met Tim, John seemed like nothing to me. Tim was so much better, we were so much more alike… Not to mention what John had been trying to do lately. And Tim and Lynnie were right—he was trying to use me. I remembered. One time, when I was either almost asleep or dreaming, I could remember the voices. John was telling Tim how he had me and Tim didn’t. How I was just so awesome because I was his and no one else’s. He would try to rub it into Tim so that he felt so bad and miserable he didn’t know what to do. And that’s why he got a girlfriend… it all made perfect sense.
John looked worried when I didn’t answer him right away. “You okay?” He asked, no concern in his voice what-so-ever.
“I’m fine.” I replied, sighing. “Look, John. I don’t think we’re working out.” The words sounded more bitter than I meant them to be. “I’m in love with… someone else. Sorry.” I turned my face away from him, awaiting his response, guessing it would be violent. But it wasn’t violent at all.
“I thought you loved me.” The words that would have caused me so much pain before now just seemed like words with no meaning at all.
My face still turned away from his, I answered him, even though he wasn’t asking a question. “I thought I did too.”
That’s all it took to make him storm out of the room, leaving me there crying. I wasn’t worried about him at all, but now my true love was taken away from me. I had to find out who this girl was. And fast. Because anyone was a suspect for who was behind injuring me so much, and anyone could be my potential killer.

Evelyn:
When I saw John storm away, I felt tempted to scream at him, just to make him feel even more guilty. But I was already troubled by something else. Yes, Krystal still loved my brother, but my brother was so far away that I couldn’t feel his emotions. In fact, Krystal just dumped John to see if she could win Tim back over. But could she? I just left that to sit for a while, and tried to find an answer.
The next day, at school, Krystal and I were cleared by the hospital to go to school. Between first and second period, Krystal was talking to a guy with raven-black hair, just like me. Krystal notices me, and calls me over. I run over, curious about this guy that she was talking to.
“Hey, Lynnie! This is Jeff, and you love hockey, right?” she cheerfully asks me.
“Yeah, I LOVE it! But why did you have to ask that question with introducing me to him?” I ask, puzzled.
“Which position?” she asks yet again.
“Defense. Why?” I ask, getting irritated.
“Oh, Jeff, I think I found you a girlfriend!”
“What?! What do you mean, girlfriend?!”
“Why, you don’t have a guy of your own yet, right?”
“True, but-” I stutter, and Krystal pushes us close together. I stare up, since I have no other way to look at his face. My jaw drops, thinking:
Oh my god… he is the PERFECT guy for me! Black hair, defenseman, as a hockey player no less! Somewhat muscular, but not a death hug muscular! He is PERFECT!! As that thought ends, he suddenly, grabs me, and puts me on his shoulder. I continue the thought: And he does the same thing my brother does! I lean down and kiss him on the lips, and luckily no teachers are watching. But I had the feeling a pair of eyes are digging a hold into my back, seeing every movement of the kiss.

Part 21:

Krystal:
Although I was happy to hook the two up, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself. As I watched them kiss, it seemed like there was a ripping sensation in my chest. Even though it wasn’t Tim, I still wanted to be with him. I hadn’t been able to get him out of my mind since I’d waken up. Apparently, their kiss had just triggered the hurt—now physical as well as emotional.
I decided to go to my first class anyway, not going to the nurse. It seemed to drag on forever. After the longest 80 minutes ever, the bell rang and I headed out to see how Tim was doing… even if he was taken. On the way I bumped into Lynnie, still attached to Jeff who smiled at me as the passed. Lynnie was too preoccupied to even notice my existence. It seemed like my entire life was falling apart.
When I got to entrance to Tim’s next class, he wasn’t there. I looked around for him, and finally found where he was. He didn’t see me, but I could hear his voice along with the voice of the girl I’d never met. The girl I hated.
“What do you think about… Us?” Her voice seemed sweet. It made me extremely jealous. That should be me.
A short pause followed her question. “I love and care for you.” The words carved deeply into the hole where my chest was so injured inside. I wouldn’t be able to stand for much longer.
She giggled. “And I love and care for you too.” That did it. I caught my fall with my hands. I was suddenly really hot, and sweating a lot. I looked around the corner and saw Tim holding the hands of a brunet, staring into her eyes. I knew I had to do something.
I got to my feet, charging in their direction. Until then, I hadn’t realized there were tears staining my face. When I reached the girl, the words in my throat wouldn’t seem to come out. I took me a minute to really yell at her.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” I thought about raising my hand and slapping her against the face, but I decided against it.
The look on Tim’s face is what made my emotions break apart completely. I wanted to hug him, to know that he loved me. To know that he cared. But that as impossible. It was clear that he loved her, and not me. I just stared at him.
“I shouldn’t have done this, but I think you guys should be friends. Kristen’s really sweet.” That pushed me to my limit, and the hole in my chest broke open, too far open to heal. I fell to the ground right in front of them.
“How am I supposed to take this…?” I choked out. “You want me to be her FRIEND?! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? You just say how wonderful this girl is—this girl who you replaced me with—and you want me to give her a chance?! STOP STANDING UP FOR THE ENEMY!” I felt like I could throw up right there.
I could hear ‘Kristen’ whisper a question to him. “Who IS this girl?”
“She’s someone… I fell in love with. I’m still in love with her.” He whispered back, bending down to my level and putting his arm around my shoulder.
“How…could…you…” I said between gasping and crying. This felt so horrible.
He gently tilted my head up by placing he fingers on my chin and lifted it up. He stared into my eyes, making me even more sad than before. “I’m really sorry, hun. Let me explain. While you were with… John…” He grimaced at the name. “I met Kristen. And I fell in love with her. I should of told her no, but I couldn’t. You know how I am with people. But I love you more.” He leaned in and kissed me on the lips.
I really had some thinking to do.

Evelyn:
As Jeff and I walked through the hallway, we see Krystal, Kristin, and my brother in a little huddle, and Krystal’s kissing Tim, no correction, TIM’s kissing Krystal, going right at it. We exchange glances, and I smile.
“What’s so funny about that?” Jeff asks me.
“To think they broke up a few days ago… and now this!” I laugh, and nod my head towards Kristin. “And she won’t be happy when this whole situation’s over at all. Tim’s getting back with Krystal; and Krystal just broke up with her last boyfriend when we were in the hospital; and Kristin will just be looking for another boy, not knowing where to go, and not being in our group!”
“Wow… and then we just sit here watching it all unfold!” He laughs back. Suddenly, Tim notices us and jogs over. Kristin just walks away, without saying a word. I try my hardest not to laugh, because already Krystal and Tim had reached level one in the dating game: holding hands.
“Hey, Evelyn,” Tim says, yet again forgetting to call me Lynnie.
“Lyn-nie.” I corrected.
“Lynnie, who’s this?”
“My new boyfriend.” I answer, hugging him, but they can’t help but laugh because my height was about the height of a small sixth grader, and his was an average height.
“Take a look at my girlfriend!” Tim joked.
“She’s the only one you got!” I joke back, remembering a song. We laugh, and disperse to our next classes.

Part 22:

Krystal:
A few months later…
Everything still going great in both Lynnie’s and my love life, I decide to ask Lynnie if she wants to move in with me on campus, and see if Tim and Jeff will move in together. The only problem would be the guys couldn’t stay in our rooms past ten, and three girls had to share a room—so we’d have to find a roommate. I walk to the doors to the school, finding Tim waiting for me and Lynnie with Jeff nearby.
“Hey guys, I have this awesome idea!!” I almost scream at them. “Lynnie and I can share a room here on campus, and, Tim, you and Jeff could too!! How awesome would that be?!” I know they can sense my enthusiasm, because I’m almost jumping up and down right in front of them.
“That WOULD be pretty cool… do you think we can do that?” Lynnie looks almost surprised that I asked. She looks up at Jeff to see what he thinks.
Jeff looks over at Tim. “What do you think? We’d be able to see these two more often.” He says, gesturing toward Lynnie and me.
“I think that would be pretty nice.” Tim answers, looking over at me and smiling. “Let’s do it. I’m in.” He puts is right arm around me, pressing me against his side.
After a short pause, Lynnie agrees too. “I guess we could… but we need to find a roommate! Wait, what about that new girl… was it Flora? How about her?”
“Okay.” I say after thinking for a minute. “Let’s go find her!”
* * *
After Flora decided to move in with us, and Tim and Jeff found someone to move in with them, we went to the main office. “Excuse me…” I say to the lady behind the desk. Her tiny glasses matched with her small figure, looking up at me from her chair.
“Yes?” She asks in a small, soft voice. She must be pretty new working here. It looked like she had directions on her desk on how to do some things on the computer.
“Lynnie, Flora, and I would like to rent a room here on campus. So would Tim, Jeff, and…” I look behind me to see a guy standing beside Tim. Most of his hair was short, but he let his bangs grow out and cover his right eye. The color of his hair was the most surprising. It was a shade of very light blue—like ice. “What was your name again?” I ask him, trying not to be rude.
He just looked at me for a second, as if he was looking inside me. His light blue eyes matched his hair, and the bore into me, making me feel like a thousand tiny needles were poked into my skin. He must have noticed, and that made him smile. “I’m Frozt.” I swore I saw him wink at me before I turned back toward the small lady—whose nametag read ‘Tina’.
“So, is there any way we could have rooms close to each other? I mean, I know the buildings are separate, but pretty close?” I look at her as she types something into her computer.
Looking back up at me, she replies, “Yes, for you girls the room 112 is open, and for the gentlemen, room 436 is open. They’re across from each other on the ground floor.” She smiles at me.
“Okay, we’ll take them!” I say, not even discussing the decision with the others. “Here are our down payments.” I had Tina to checks—one with my signature and one with Tim’s. “Can we please have the keys?” I ask, too anxious.
“One moment.” Tina walks off into a back room, emerging with six keys—three per room. “There you are. Just tell me if you have any concerns or problems.”
I hand a pair of the keys that say 112 to Lynnie and Flora, keeping one for myself. Then I hand the guys their keys, pausing in front of Frozt. He seemed to be mentally pulling me toward him, even though he knew I had a boyfriend. I pressed the keys in his hands and walked out the door.

Evelyn:
Something… weird was about Frozt. His hair color… was out of the ordinary… like he was… HIS son. Not good for me at all.
A Few Minutes Later:
I was walking down the hall, by myself, and suddenly notice a poster in the hall saying something about a dorm party. I stop to take a look, then suddenly a boy rams into me, full speed, and we both lose our books. I pick mine up, and suddenly a girl with hair the color of blood passes by. I swear that she blushed as she passed us, and she quickly proceeded to my next class. I wave good bye to the boy that bumped into me, and sit down in the next class, noticing red headed girl was sitting next to me. I pass a note to her, with a well drawn dragon egg on the front.
Hey, what’s your name? Also, why did you blush as you passed me and that boy in the hall? - Evelyn (you can call me Lynnie)
She reads the note, and passes it back.
Hey Lynnie, I’m Abigail, Abby for short. Be angry at me all you want, but I can’t tell you yet exactly why I blushed in the hall. She takes more notes, then class is dismissed, and its free period, so I head to the dorms.

Part 23:

Krystal:
After the day if finally over, I rush to dorm 112 and unlock the door—something I’d have to get used to. When I got there, Lynnie was already unpacking her bags and sitting on the bed closest the door. Flora was also there, fixing her make-up in the bathroom.
“Hey guys!” I call out. “I’m gonna go see how Tim and the guys are doing, I’ll be back in a little.” They were probably too busy to hear me, because neither of them answered. I walked out the door anyway.
Once I got to the boys’ dorm, I looked for room 436. Getting there in almost a rush, I knocked on the door. To my surprise, it wasn’t Tim who answered—instead, it was Frozt.
“Why hello.” He greeted me, obviously sensing my nervousness around him. He smiled that smile that showed all of his perfect teeth. “Come on in.”
Pausing, I finally am able to get out some words. “Um… I was just wondering if Tim was home. I wanted to see how you guys were doing…”
“He’s out right now. But you can still come in.” He gestured his hand and pulled me inside.
The big window on the far side of the room showed that Tina was right—the two rooms were right across from each other. Frozt went over to a dark blue couch that looked exceptionally comfy, and I joined him. “So…” He said, piercing through my eyes again.
I tried to look down, but it just didn’t work. No. I couldn’t do anything like this to Tim. I mean, even though he has seemed distant lately, it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care about me. I guess it’s just loneliness… it just seems like he’s keeping something from me.
Frozt and I chatted about random little things longer than I expected—a few hours later (at seven) Tim walked through the door to see me sitting extremely close to Frozt, our skin touching. I move away a little, but Frozt pulls me back to him, his arm around my waist.
Tim walks over to us immediately and I try to stand. Again, though, I’m anchored to the couch by Frozt’s arm. “I’m sorry! It isn’t what it looks like… we’re just friends!” As soon as the words escaped my mouth, Frozt had turned me toward him and he kissed me. Trying to break the kiss, I pulled away, but to no avail. There I was, kissing someone I had just met, right in front of my boyfriend. When he finally let me free of the kiss, Tim was no where in sight.
I got up right away, pulling free of Frozt’s arm, and ran out of the room. By now, tears were streaming down my face. I ran out to the lobby, finding Tim. I went up to him as fast as I could and hugged him. But instead of hugging back, he pushed me away. I stumbled backwards and fell on the floor. This was the most violent thing he’d ever done to me.
I just sat there, looking up at him. Through the tears and the lump in my throat, I managed to choke up three words. “…Let…me…explain…” When I looked up into his eyes, they held no compassion. Like he didn’t care. Like he didn’t want to have anything to do with me. Like he didn’t love me. Like I was a stranger.
Evelyn:
Suddenly I jolt awake, feeling my brother’s rage flaming inside of me. I get out of my pajamas and run to the lobby, and there’s Krystal, sobbing on her knees, and my brother nowhere to be seen.
“What happened?! Why am I feeling rage?! Did you do something?!” I scream at her, and she only sobs more loudly. I grit my teeth, and suddenly, I get hit with a wave of depression from my brother.
“Well, explain, you cheater!” I hear my brother yell at Krystal, and I see my brother standing there in the entrance of the lobby.
“Let… me… explain!” Krystal wails. This time, it is I who walked out of there, and I felt like ripping off my head, millions of waves coming throughout the school, and I feel every moment of every emotion. I start running away, and get lost in the woods, only thinking of how badly my head hurts.
The next day, I suddenly feel hungry. I suddenly see a rabbit, and grab it, break its neck, and kill it. I savagely tear it apart, eating every piece. I lick my lips, and run, on all fours, to catch another kill. My hands don’t feel the sharp stones underneath, and I unsheathe my newly discovered claws and kill a larger creature, and savagely rip it apart. Every day, the cycle repeats, and my senses become more acute as I go completely werecat.
(For many weeks Evelyn discovers her true self, and does not remember how it was like being a werecat, only the fact that in the last few weeks her memory was slowly fading of everything human, as if being a werecat was making her a full werecat, and she would never remember how it was like being human…)

Part 24:

Tim:
I look down at her and feel a horrid hate in my heart. As I stand there looking down my head starts to throb. I hear so many voices. I run out of the lobby and outside of the building and take a few steps then drop to my knees. An intense feeling of heat runs through my body and I begin to ache. I run out into the forest writhing in horrid pain. I begin to feel an intense want to kill. I see a small fox cub trying to find its mother. I mindlessly run forward biting down on the back of its head. It yelps a blood curdling yelp trying to get its mother or something to help it. But before it is half way through I put my new found paw on its back and apply pressure. A loud snap rings out as the small fox’s back is broken. It lays there and I savagely tear it to bits devouring everything I can. I still feel an empty feeling in my stomach I search for something anything to eat. I dash throughout the woods and hear water running and I hear something someone's thoughts. I search for whatever it may be. Finally I spot someone, a small girl not much older looking then I would normally look standing at the stream looking into the water. I stare at the person for a moment and sprint off looking once more for something to kill.

Krystal:
Going back to the dorm, I unpack my stuff and lay down on my bed. Flora just watches me, eventually getting the courage to talk.
“What’s wrong?” Her voice sounded gentle, but my response was rigid and full of sadness.
I looked at her with reddened eyes. “…Frozt…Tim…gone…everything…nothing... ” Was all I managed to stutter out. I wiped my eyes and laid my head back down, continuing to cry.
Flora came over to the side of my bed. “I know we just met, but I want to help you. What is it?” Her voice was gentle again, sounding like chimes blowing in the wind.
Looking back at her again, I wonder if I should let her know what happened. Let her know how my life has been destroyed. Let her know how I’m dead now. I decide against it. “It’s nothing… I’ll tell you later…” My voice is barely a whisper.
“It’s okay, I’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry for whatever it is.” She walks away without another word. She could never be sorry enough. No one could feel how I felt right at that very moment. My heart had been ripped apart and all the pieces were lost. The only person who could find them was Tim.
That’s another thing. I could feel that something else was wrong, beside him being so extremely upset. Something…but I just couldn’t decide what.
And then there was Frozt. He was the real reason that caused all of this. How could he do that, try to ruin my relationship with Tim? He’s new here, he had nothing against me.
I had a lot of thinking to do once more.

Part 25:

Tim:
I dashed throughout the forest looking for something anything to eat. The hunger was starting to go away but one thing stayed in my head, the thoughts. Almost as if the person was following me.
As I thought of this I ran straight into the back of something that knocked my to the ground. I got up quickly and noticed what I had stumbled into was a large family of bears. As I looked at the largest bear probably being the male it stood up on its back legs and pounced down on me. Suddenly I couldn't breathe for a split moment. I stood up again and stumbled backwards my arm in great pain.
I started to slowly move to circles around the bears looking for an opportunity to strike. Suddenly I saw it between the two adults I could run in and grab one of the smaller weaker ones. As I lunged forward at the smallest one I felt a huge pain in my side and I soared through the air and tumbled away. I got up and ran off feeling light headed like I was gonna pass out.
I arrived at the river and dropped to my knees I put my hand at my side and noticed I was bleeding all over and had left a nice trail. I tried to swim across the river to throw off the trail but the pain was too intense I passed out in the middle of the river.


Krystal:
The next thing I knew I was waking up to the sound of the TV. I looked around the room to notice Flora, sitting on the edge of her bed. She seemed completely focused on the show she was watching, zoned out.
I needed to break the silence, but first I looked at the clock beside my bed. 1:32 AM. Instead of being surprised that my new friend was up this late, I was happy to have someone to talk to. “Did Lynnie get home yet?” My voice sounded tired and different than usual because I had just woken up.
“No.” She said, her voice stern for some reason I didn’t know. Her focus never left the TV, and her eyes seemed cold.
Suddenly I wasn’t so sure I was happy she was awake as well. “I’ll tell you what happened now…” I offered.
She now looked over at me. “Okay.” I didn’t know why, but it seemed like she already knew. Like I didn’t need to tell her.
I told her anyway, though, going through every single detail and crying again. She seemed pleased when I mentioned Frozt. I wasn’t sure why.