The S.T.F. Files, Book 4: DIATON

Three Legged Race

Emily

"Ah... Finally some relaxation!" I flop on the couch.

"So you decided for our dorm to work together?" Isabella raises an eyebrow as she gets some tea.

"Well, I would've totally chosen Alexander over Mel, but I figured you would need your babysitter," I smrik.
"I'm in the room too, ya know," Mel glares at me.

"Weren't you supposed to be meeting with Rosaline?" I ask.
"Nope. Helena called this huge team meeting, so we canceled," Mel sighs.
"Ya'll could meet after curfew like Dimitri and psycho..." I say, but cover my mouth soon afterwards. "Sorry Iz."

"I'm good. Like Mel said, I should focus on trying to meet other people," Isabella drinks her tea. I knew she was very uncertain about her decision.

"Hey Iz! What color should I dye my tips today? I wanna look good for our competition tomorrow," I smile.

"Um.. It's hot pink now, so maybe you should do a lime green to match your eyes," Isabella thinks. I look at her. Her blond hair went down to her waist and she had electric blue eyes.

"Let's do your hair too! I have the perfect shade of blue to match your eyes! I can give you blue highlights!" I grab her hand and lead her into the bathroom.
"I don't think I can do this," Isabella looks at me.

"Calm down," I run some water in the bathtub so I could wash her hair. "You're not in the palace anymore. You can do whatever you want."

"I'm not in the palace..." Isabella repeats what I said and thinks it over. "Sure, let's do this. Give me some blue highlights, Em."

Jet

"Haha, I knew you'd pick him," Wisteria jumps on Nevermore's back.
"Get off of me you brat," Nevermore glares at her.

"So claiming really does make you inseperable... I wanna claim someone!" Wisteria jumps up and down.
"Then go," I sit on the couch.

"Nope. Cause I don't like anyone here except you and Nevermore!" Wisteria smiles.
"Do whatever you like," Nevermore walks in our room and shuts the door. She's been moody ever since the simulation.
"Hey Jet. What's wrong with Nevermore?" Wisteria asks as she turns the tv on.
"What do you mean?" I put my arms behind my head.
"You can sense that she's upset even without that claim thingy. She knocked me out in the simulation," Wisteria pouts. "She's never done that before."

"Maybe you were just annoying her," I try.
"No.. because when I annoy her, the most she will do is push me away. Go talk to her," Wisteria says.

"Why?" I groan as she pulls me to my feet. She drags me to the door and throws me in.
"Then, until you find out, you can't leave," Wisteria grins devilishly as she switches the locks on the door and slams it.
"Wisteria!" I yell at her. I sigh and turn around, only to see Nevermore lying on the bed with a pillow on her head.
"What's up?" I sit next to her.
"Why are you in here?" Nevermore growls.
"Look, stop acting so tough. I know it was you, Dimitri, and Theresa who destroyed the simulation," I shrug.
"No you don't," Nevermore tells me.
"Yeah I do. You used darkness and kept leaving and coming to the dorm," I take the pillow off of her face. "You can't lie to me Nev."

"Don't give me a nickname," Nevermore glares at me.
"Why? Nev is a cute name for you," I smile.
"You annoy me so much," Nevermore sighs.

"You know, you act like a boy named Nada," I tell her.
"Get away from me," Nevermore gets off the bed. I decide to get back at her for earlier.
"But why Nev? I love you so much!" I chase her around the room.
"Jet! Get away!" Nevermore keeps running.
"Aw, you look so cute when you blush," I smirk as I tackle her to the ground. The door opens and Wisteria just stares at us. Nevermore was under me and I was on top of her.... a very awkward position to be caught in.