Ella

"There are a few friends I know among the Guards, that don't think this experiment is right," Hunter tells us, while holding his head, the pain still evident from Dean's temper. "I could get them and bring them back. We could get Guard uniforms for all of you, then I could guide you to the defense room without it looking suspicious," he says, and I nod. I'm glad Hunter's on board with this, the fact that we deserve to fight instead of run.

"Yes, definitely," I tell him. "Thank you."

"Of course," he smiles at me. I try to return the gesture, but with the reminder that he lied to me, I can't find it inside me to smile back. He notices this, and his eyes almost tell me it's okay. It's not okay, though, and it never really will be unless this goes as planned. "Alright, I'll be back, okay? No one leave this room, especially since Mark and Dean aren't even supposed to be in here this time of the night."

"Okay. Be careful," I warn him. No matter how upset or disappointed I may be at him, I never want anything to happen to him. I can't lose him twice, I don't know how much I'd be able to take if I lost him for real. He's too important to me, and when we make it out of this, I know that we can fix this broken trust that he's caused between us. We're best friends, we can get through anything.

Hunter leaves after a moment, causing an awkward atmosphere to drag over all of us. No one knows what to say, not after all of the crazy things that have happened in the past ten minutes.

Mark still looks shocked, his eyes dodging between Dean and me, while Carol looks annoyed. I wonder if she still cares for Dean, despite him practically hating her. If I didn't know how much they fought, I would think she was jealous. Of course, this is Carol we're talking about, so who knows?

My mind drifts away from what's going on now, to the kiss that happened only minutes ago. It seems like it's been forever since it happened, and I'm not sure if that'a a good thing or a bad thing.

I wish he didn't kiss me. I enjoyed it, I wanted more, but it only confuses me even more after everything that has happened between us. We were enemies twenty-four days ago, and today he's kissing me. I enjoyed kissing him, I felt things inside me that I didn't even know were possible. All those butterflies girls talk about, only mine weren't butterflies, they were fireworks.

It was an electric current flowing through my veins, and I realize I want more. I want more of Dean, I want him to kiss me again, I want him to hold me again. This is so wrong, however, so wrong. Enemies don't fall for one another, that's only what happens on old cinema films. This is real life, and there are no happily ever afters in the real world. Only afters, whether they're happy or not is up to the two people trying to live them. Most people don't think their relationship is worth saving, so they give it up without even trying. I would like to think that Dean and I would fight for one another if it came down to it, that we would try for a happy ever after, but who knows? And where is this coming from? Dean is a Norovian, he's an entire different species, how could that even work? Dean once told me he fell for a human, but he said she never cared for him. I wonder who that human was?

Dean stands beside my bed, looking everywhere but at me. I wonder if he regrets what he did, realizing he kissed Ella Henderson, the annoying girl from school. I hope he doesn't regret it, and no matter how much I may say I wish he didn't kiss me, I don't regret it either.

"Dean," I say as I stand up, causing him to turn around and face me, without a moments hesitation.

"Yeah?" He whispers, his voice full of hope, his yellow eyes full of some sort of longing that I'm not so sure is good for us.

"You once told me you fell for a human. I know this probably isn't the best time to ask, but who was that human?" I know she probably died from the asteroid, but I need to know who she is, I need to know if I knew her, I need to know who was inside of Dean's heart at one time. I need to know I'm not just filling a hole that he has in his heart from her death, I need to know that he kissed me because he wanted to.

His eyes change from soft to almost defeated, as if I'm about to find out his deepest and darkest secret. But then again, maybe I am? Maybe I am going to see a part of Dean that no one else knows or sees.

"She was you," he whispers, his voice so soft and childlike, that I can barely hear him.

I look up into his eyes, trying to be brave and face what emotions he's holding. Me, it was me. I can't believe it was me, the girl he fell for, the one that didn't care for him in return. It was me.

He's not the rude boy he once was, not the bully he once was, he's someone else. Another Dean, the same Dean that has become my best friend, making Hunter #2 in my life. He's so vulnerable, that I can't even reply, I only just stand there, staring into the yellow eyes that have grown their way inside of my heart, and I realize something.

Friends. We'll only ever be friends, because I'm stubborn, and I don't want to fall for Dean, no matter how sweet he's become. I forgive him for what he's done, for all school boys do things they shouldn't, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give my heart to him, no matter if his heart belongs to me.