I stand a distance from Pearl, thinking of reasons for why she could be tricking me.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"You saved me at the dance, why would I be scared?"

I pause, examining her and the situation "........ Since when are you so nice, it doesn't suite you."

"I'm not, you're just the exception."

She slowly walks off, moves her hips from side to side.

I can't help but stare.

No.

After leaving I make my way towards Samuel, there'er some questions I still need answered.

I find him his room, isolated from the rest of the students.

"Hey." He says.

"I need to know, how did you manage to get Willow to go with you to the dance."

"Um, let's just say she thought I could help her get over someone."

"She liked someone?"

I never thought of Willow have a romantic interest in someone. I didn't even think it was possible.

"More than you think."

"Are you two still linked?"

"Nope, after the dance things went cold between us, but then again I expected it. She's been so worried about you. For what it's worth I really enjoyed the time I spent with her, but it's clear she doesn't like me."

I wonder who could this mysterious love interest of her be.

After our brief talk I search around for Catherine throughout the school.

I find her in the drama room.

It's been cleared.

"I guess there won't be a play anymore?" I ask.

"Mr Addams postponed it for the rest of the year." Her voice tainted with sadness.

"So no more rehearsals?"

"Nope."

"I'm sorry Catherine. I know you worked really hard on it."

"Yeah." She holds me tight, leaning her head onto my chest.

Her freezing skin sucking all the heat from my body.

After school I am at the subway at the time arranged with Willow.

I know I'm not allowed here anymore but the urge to come here was to great.

I spend a few moments staring down the stairs, imagine all the art she's created.

I turn back, heading towards campus.

I then hear her voice.

Willow. "Lycan!" She calls out my name.

From her tone I find that she is not mad at me.

"Don't worry, I'm going ok."

"No, I want to show you what I've made."

"I thought I wasn't allowed to be here anymore."

"And yet here you are, standing in front of the entrance."

"Fair point."

When I head down I find a large spot on a wall covered with a sheet.

"I made this after the dance."

As she tugs the sheet I walk how it falls to reveal that the drawing is me as a werewolf.

Willow is stopping me from killing Rohan who is left sprawled out on the ground.

The portrait conveys the emotion and everyone was feeling at the time and how Willow would try calming me down.

"Why'd you do this?" I ask.

"Call it inspiration."

We then revert back to our old ways, sitting in silence.

"I missed this." Her voice breaks the silence like a hammer to glass.

"Missed what?"

"The time we spent together."

"That's the nicest thing you told me."

"Shut up."

"I missed this too." I whisper under my breathe.

She turns her head to hide her smile.

I notice.

She has not.