"Hey Ari! Where were you during the lock down?" Nicki asked as I joined her and the others for breakfast at our usual table. They already got a head start in their breakfast, and I am just sitting here with a large plate full of food. If I was on my own right now, I would be devouring this food, all at once. But because of the 'Manners At The Table' rule, I can't.

"In the Janitor's closet." I tell flatly, cutting up a piece of my waffle.

"Oh. Did it smell good in there?" Carie joked. I just gave her a stink eye and continued to dig in my breakfast.

"Laugh if you must, but I was not alone in there. There was a guy that I haven't seen around here before." I told them.

"Whoa really? Did you tell your mom?" Nicki asked me, becoming incredibly interested in the conversation.

"Tell? I brought that guy to her office. Well, despite the pain I had when he attacked me. And other things..." I muttered at the end, remembering my mental argument between Angel and Devil, and my outburst shortly after. The embarrassment following, and how I gave in so easily to him... Why did I do that?

"Whoa, whoa, back up. The guy hit you?!" Josh asked sounding concerned. I nodded. Here comes the brother in him.

"Yeah, since it was dark in there he couldn't see me." I shrugged.

"Oh." He nodded in understanding, looking down to his food.

"Do you like him, Ari?" Carie suddenly asked me, elbows on the table, head in hands. My eyes widen as I nearly choked on my coffee that I was currently drinking, taken a back by her statement.

"No!" I exclaimed. "You guys already know who I like." I said softly, while turning my attention elsewhere.

"You still can't get over him, can't you?" She said quietly. I sighed.

"I'm trying to. Really, I am. But I'm always having dreams about him and I just can't get him out of my mind..." I admitted. Carie came around the and hugged me.

"Ari, don't get all depressed on us again. We just fixed you up a year ago. Don't go back. One day you would see him again." Carie said all sass like so I couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"I guess. Just hope its soon. I haven't loved anyone as much as I've loved him." I confessed. They all awed.

"I hope he comes back too." Nicki said. "But!! Going back to our original topic, what did he look like?" I looked at her confused.

"Drake? Well... Like any other guy...?" I responded. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Well obviously, but like specific details! You know, physical features wise." She had a huge grin on her face. She put her chin in her hands and her elbows on the table. I looked over and Carie did as well. The guys were just looking suspicious. I gave out a sigh of defeat.

"Okay. Well, he had brown hair, he was lightly toned, had a light tan-" I listed.

"Does he have dark brown eyes?" Nicki asked, cutting me off.

"Uh yeah. You've seen him?" I asked her, crossing my arms. If she knows what he looks like why have me go through the trouble of describing what he looks like?

"I guess I'm just... Physic." She makes jazz hands, waiting for a response. We all stayed silent. "Kidding! I can see him now." she said with a huge grin on her face, putting her hands up in surrender while pointing in the direction behind me. The rest of us turned around and followed her finger to see him standing with the Head Mistress and a few other girls and guys.

"Ohhhh, hell no." I said under my breath. That was when my mom yelled at the top of her lungs, getting us quiet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I please have your attention?" The room immediately went dead silent.

You never want to continue talking when she is trying to get your attention. That will lead to very bad possibilities. There is a reason why there are not a lot of boys and girls at the school. Not just because we are a private school either. You get the picture.

"I am pleased to announce that we will be having new students that are joining our school and socialize with the rest of you. They have all passed the school test and are now one of you. I have already assigned them a tour buddy. Not all of you are going to be one, but to the ones that are, please be very respectful, and kind." She looks directly at me as she holds out the last word. Am I his? God, I hope not.

"So, I am sending them around to meet you all. Please return to your meals and then get ready for your morning classes. Thank you." She turned to face the crowd of teens behind her and talked to them before leaving the hall. I watched Drake as he scanned the room until our eyes connected. He smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets, casually walk towards me and my friends at my table.

"Well I guess I was right huh, Ariella?" He says as he slides into the empty seat next to me. Yep. He knows my name now. Fantastic.

"Hey Drake..." I sarcastically. "Who is your assigned tour guide?" I asked, quickly trying to get this over with.

"Well..." He pulls out a file out from his bag and begins to read the information on it. "My profile says Ariella S. Edwards, one of the daughters of the Head Mistress of this school, 17 years old, 5'2, with brown/wavy hair and with the most beautiful brown eyes is supposed to be my guide for this school." He said casually with a large smirk on his face, closing the file and placing it on the table, leaning in a little closer to me.

I snatched it quickly out of his reach and before he could react to take it back. The file about me had every literally have every little detail. My age, description, and my academic classes, which were exactly like his. My history with academics and achievements, everything about me was there. Well.. Except for the family history. It was listed as "N/A". I was glad about but I hope he didn't want to say anything. I snapped back to my situation at hand when a finger nudges my shoulder. I turned to see Drake poking me annoyingly.

"Why me?" I said upsettingly, returning the file to him.

"Ah, ah, ah! You heard your mom, be nice!" he tapped my nose. I squinted my eyes. He immediately removed his hand from my face and placed them on table. Smart move.

"Well, you are the first person that I met here. And when I talked to her," he points out the door, no doubt meaning the Head Mistress. "About my morning here so far, I brought up you, and she generously gave me your name." He gave a smile then looked at my friends. "So, who are your friends?" He gestured to the people around me. Oh. Right.

"Drake, meet Nicki, Carie, Seth, and Josh. Guys, this is the guy I was in the Janitor's Closet with." I said as I pointed to them out individually.

"Well, when you say it like that, I don' t think-" I cut him off by nudging him in the gut. "Hey guys." He nodded his head at them all and faced back to me. "That must have sounded different in your head." he whispers in my ear, making me blush.

"I didn't mean it like that. Perv." I whispered back.

"So you're the guy that hit Ariella huh?" Josh immediately questioned him, not bothering to say hello in return.

"Yeah, but that was by accident I didn't know it was her." He turned to me. "I'm sorry about that though." He had puppy eyes and rested his head on my shoulder. I sighed.

"Its alright. You didn't know it was me." I said.

"So what time is the tour gonna start?" He nudged my arm. He had a smirk on his face. My eyes went wide. Time... The clock on the wall read 8:56 am. First class starts at 9.

"Its going to have to start on our way to class because we have to go. " I said as I looked at my watch. We have seven minutes to get to class. My first class is on the 8th floor and we are on the 3rd. The school is pretty big, even though it may not look like it. There are many more floors underground.

I said bye to my friends and impatiently waited for Drake to come since . We walked up five flights of stairs to our first class. Which was mixed Martial Arts.

"This is Martial Arts." I flatly say as we entered the room. It sort of looks like your ordinary gymnasium, with separate gender lockers across the hall from each other.

"Ariella, is this our new student?" Our instructor asked, quickly approaching me. I nod and let him talk to Drake, giving me time to head into the locker room and change into my GI. Inside the other girls were changed, but were crowding the mirrors applying layers of makeup.

"I heard he's here!" One girl squeals.

"Do you think he will like this color?" Another one asks.

"No, I think he will like my color." A girl next to her replies, turning with sass.

"Then hand it over sister! I want him!" Let's just say there was a large fuss in there... I walked to my locker, pulled out my GI and placed it on before walking back out. My hair was already in a pony tail, so I am all set.

"Girls, let's go! Class has started!" The instructor shouts just as I push the metal door open. He sees me and sighs sympathetically. I shake my head, and walk past him, hearing him yell into the room, screaming and muttering followed right after. Just as I entered the main room, Drake immediately spots me and walks over to me with a smile on his face. He was dressed in his GI and kept shaking around it in, most likely to get a feel for it.

"Having fun there?" I question as we meet in the middle, crossing my arms.

"This, is awesome." He fully grins, doing a couple spins in it, looking like a little girl in a new princess dress outfit.

"Calm down, jumpy. You can do that later, but now we have to start class." The instructor chuckles at him, placing his hand on his shoulder. He does as he was told, but still shakes his arms.

"You are surely something, aren't you." I couldn't help but chuckle as he walks away from us, gathering the remainder of the student body. Multiple squeals came from a certain direction, taking our attention. The same group of girls from the locker room began to scream slightly as we looked. What is going on with them?

"What is up with them?" Drake questions out loud, smirking at them, making a couple fall back.

"Hmm. Well if I didn't know any better, I would have to say that you have a couple fans already." I say, shrugging and walking over to the large circle where some students were already sitting. Drake follows in suit and sits next to me. A large presence behind me is felt, and I immediately turn to see the bunch of girls sitting right behind me, slowly making me move forward. I sigh heavily... What a bunch of sissies.

"Good morning class." Our instructor says, grabbing our attention.

"Good morning sir." We all say together.

"Today we will be practicing more defensive moves. We have been working on how to attack someone, either from the front, behind, or even aerial. Now, what would you do if someone were to attack you?" No one says a word.

"That's alright. No one knows. I will show you. Now let's see..." He skims the students nearby him, stopping in my general direction. "Mr. Johnson, was it? Will you help me demonstrate?" He asks Drake. He turns to me, and I nod. He shrugs and stands up, dusting himself off lightly and joining the teacher in the center of the circle. The girls begin to cheer ferociously.

"I see you have some fans in the class. Would you like to pick someone to do the-" But he was cut off with the girls screaming, shouting out 'Me, pick me!' repeatedly, forcing me to cover my ears, along with the other guys in the class. Drake taps his chin, looking through all of the girls and guys, before stopping at me.

"Ari." He smiles at me. The girls groan, and begin to complain against his decision.

"Girls, please be respectful, he made his choice." The teacher calms them down, before turning to me. "Ms. Edwards?" Drake extends his hand out to me, but I refuse it by standing on my own.

"Alright, so Ariella, I want you to stand right here..." He guides me to the edge of the circle with my back to them, where some of the girls were glaring at me. Take a chill pill, will you?

"Now Drake, I want you to..." He begins to whisper quietly that I couldn't catch what he was saying. The sound of feet begin to trail away. "Now Ariella, I want you to do whatever your gut tells you to do, okay?" I hear him say. I nod silently. "Remember, there is no mercy in here. Begin."

The sound of running feet quickly fill my eardrums, and the moment that I felt his arm snaking around my neck, I took hold of it and did a quick maneuver to turn us so I was now facing him, flipping his arm around, bringing my leg up and kick him in the gut, making him take a couple steps back, groaning. Some of the guys cheered, while the girls began to scream and shout at me, forcing me to roll my eyes intensely. Only one person clapped, and that was the teacher.

"Perfect, Ariella. Did everyone see what she had done?" Everyone murmured yes'. "Good, because that's what I want you all to do. Pair up. Drake and Ariella you don't have to do it again."

"Are you sure?" I ask, really wanting to do that again.

"Yes. Now, everyone else; Begin."

Notes

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