"So Laurance actually started talking to you?" Vylad questions, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. I'm just as confused as he is. There's unwritten rules about these kinds of things. Kinda stay with their kinds. Pure angels are supposed to stay away from both corrupted and dark angels. Corrupt and darks are on one end of the spectrum while us pures are on the other. But then again, it appears that we both broke those "rules." He's leaning across the lunch table, and I don't know if the wood is hurting him due to it jabbing him in the stomach. It looks like it does, but it either doesn't faze him, or he's in pain and doesn't want to show it. "And he even had the guts to tell you that he's waiting for you to become corrupt? What a prick."

I scoff at his words and roll my eyes at the memory. The nerve of him. Who just casually says that they're waiting for someone to change angel types? It's not that easy. Not to mention how my family would react if I turned corrupted, or worse, dark. They wouldn't be happy, and I wouldn't be happy with myself. And if I would ought to make a friend that wasn't pure, I'd be dead.

"You're telling me."

Somebody jabs me in the side, and I turn to see Liv smiling meekly at me. She nods her head in Aphmau's direction, who has finally come up for long enough to realize that Vylad and I were having a conversation.

Garroth begins to swoon over the closeness of both Vylad and I. He hasn't yet retracted himself back into a normal position and is face to face with me. After giving Garroth a nasty look, he turns back to me and apologizes before he tries to move back into a normal sitting position. He's stopped, however, by Travis (who was forced to get him to stop by Aphmau's stare), and we're still close together. He's further than what he was before but not by much. I try to lean back, but Aphmau has ordered Kawaii~Chan to prevent me from doing so.

"You two are so cute together! What improvements!" Aphmau cheers out, gaining glares and gazes from other tables, the table Laurance is sitting at included. I catch the eye of Laurance, and he lifts a single eyebrow at me. Garroth notices this and turns around to look at the table. He smirks, a victorious and proud smirk, and he turns back to the two of us. "Now, kiss! Don't let us tell you otherwise. We'll even turn our heads around if you'd like."

My eyes widen, and I can tell that Vylad is having the same reaction. I can hear footsteps around us, but Aphmau and Garroth are too focused on us to even look around to notice. Vylad and Liv haven't noticed either, and I feel as though that the others don't want to notice. I can hear them, but I don't know who they're from or where they're going exactly. Somebody could easily be placing their trash from their trash in the garage can.

I go to object, but someone beats me to it. I bite my lip once I notice who it is. . . or what angel type they are.

"You replaced me so quickly, V?" Her voice is soft, and it completely defies all expectations of how a corrupt should, look, sound, act, and be like. "I'm hurt. But then I can easily be replaced, I'm just answer swear word. Aren't I?"

"You should go back to your own kind," Aphmau states, becoming snippy and wickedly smiles once Garroth makes a comment telling her that she's not wanted here to add onto her sentence. She looks at him and does a little giggle of victory and kisses his lips.

"Aphmau, Garroth, long time no see. Glad you could get rid of me? Are you finally down manipulating him to make your images looks better?"

Aphmau's eyes grow wide and a harsh bite of her tongue makes her have there ability not to have a snarky comment back due to the newly found pain in her mouth. Garroth grabs onto her waist and pulls her closer to him in a protective manner while Aphmau cries out for the angel to leave.

"Alex I-"

That's. . . Alex. She's standing right in front of me. What harm could she possibly do? So look harmless.

"No, no, Vylad. I'll spare you the trouble and backlash for later," Alex responds, shaking her head softly and looking down towards Liv. She gives her a wink and greets her before turning around. Not even a few complete steps in, she turns around only slightly and smiles. "Bye," is the last thing Alex says because she's back sitting in her own table.

Why am I so powerless. . . And why does this always force so many questions upon me?

I look towards Vylad with a sadden expression on my face while I continued to try to figure out if my eyes were a pleading cry for help or a pure mock of confusion. Either way, I wanted answers, and Vylad would be the perfect person for them.

"Are you bust after school?" I whisper to him from across the table. Most people where silent except for the quiet murmurs going around, and Vylad's attention was drifted off to a different area. He watched, bothered, at the table the young girl once came from. I can't tell you exactly why, or how he was bothered, but he was bothered for sure about what just happened.

I turn to Liv, who looks contradicted beyond belief. I shakes my head with a sigh and grab onto Vylad's hand and repeat my question. He snaps out of his trance and tells me that he should be free due to his cancelled soccer practice (which you can thank an arrogant Laurance Zvahl who wanted to throw another party on yet again another Friday night only a week later from his last one), and we make plans. We've done this a few times already. We have the jist "if you can't make it, just text' kind of thing happening. Vylad's understanding like that, and I like hoping that that feeling is mutual.

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Only minutes because I would be able to escape this hell hole, I feel somebody grab onto my arm and push me into a bathroom. I almost scream and throw a hissy fit until I look up to see black wings and tremble. We're all alone in here, and she could do whatever she wants with me.

"You're coming with us," she says, flicking a long strand of silver hair out of her face. "We're going to have some fun so cancel your plans with lover boy and let's go."

That's exactly what I had to do.