Something's Changed [CANCELLED]

Chapter 12

It was a long walk back to the cafeteria. A long, akward, and deadly walk. The whole time Arick kept a firm arm around my waist. I wasn't sure what to do, but it felt so right to have him hold me like that, so I didn't say anything. Michael-John walked behind us, probably trying to burn holes in the back of Arick's head. What a baby.

But on the silent trip, I began to think. How can I be in 'love' with two guys I've hardly even met? They say they love me, and I love them back imediatly. This is just too... wrong. It was then I decided to give each a week to impress me. I'd lay out the rules, that I get a week with each of them, without the other interfering. I would then make my choice. Be it the right one, only time would tell.

Finaly, we joined the long line of kids waiting to get into the cafateria. As we stood there, a tall boy dressed in all black came, and tapped my shoulder. I looked up, craning my neck back, and smiled.

"Yes?" I ask, my eyes being particialy blinded by the sun. And I had thought Arick was tall. When I spoke, Arick and Michael-John's heads snapped over, and looked at me, like this guy was raping me or something.

"Demond has requested that the three of you be escorted in. He would like you to be front, and center." Boomed his deep voice. Honest to God, I thought the ground shook when he talked. Arick gave a small nod, and walked past protesting kids, pulling my along. Michael-John was left to fight his way through the riot, as the tall boy hand strangely dissapeared.

We pushed our way through the door, and I looked around. The stange had a long table going across the stage, and the lunch tabels where lined up to have a good view of the stage. We walked around a few groups of people, then sat in the first two chairs closest to the stage. I looked around for Michael-John.

He slid in on the other side of me, panting.

"They're like animals!" he protested, catching his breath.

"Not much worse then your looks." snapped Arick, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yo, both of you, go to Wendy's, get a Frosty, and chill." I said, putting a fake wall between the two. "Now, I have something to tell you both." I said, shifting slightly.

"What is it, babe?" he asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Michael-John stiffend up besides me. I sighed, and shrugged his shoulder off. Arick ignored it, and left his arm on the table, but scooting closer. I resisted the urge to kiss him.

"I will spend one week with each of you. You can woo me, do what you want, make me-" I started, but then both of their eyes lit up, so I paused.

"What ever we want?" Michael-John asked, leaning foward eagerly. Arick nodded in agreement.

"Ok, not anything you want." I growled, rolling my eyes. "As I was saying, make me chose you. With no interuptions from the other. Got it?" I ask.

"Got it." They replied in unison, glancing at the other. Just then, Demond, Damion, and his crew filed onto the stage,  and sat down. Some of the noise died down, but Erick snapped, and stood up.

"Shut the hell up!" he screamed, and the noise in the cafiteria died imidiatly. "Thank you." he said, and sat down again. Both Arick and Michael-John leaned back, and placed their arms around my shoulder, on on each side. I sighed, and waited for the first person to speak. It was Damion.

"So, really, we're here to just tell you what the name of this rebllion is." he said, and protests erupted from the croud. Arick leaned over, and kissed my ear softly. "Listen, the leader is talking." I put my hand solidly on his chest, and shoved him away.

"Knock it off!" I hiss, and turn back my attention. He ignored me, and kept kissing my neck. Michael-John turned, and glared at him. He started kissing my neck to, and I sat there, stiff, unsure what to do. Eyes bore into my back, and I knew people were staring. "Guys," I whined, and reluctantly, they pulled away, just as Demond started talking again.

"The name the Council has chosen is Myschief." Arick stiffend, and gripped my shoulder tightly. I could practicaly hear his jaw clentch.

"What?" I whispered, leaning in to do so.

"The council deciding it? I told Demond that name, he said it was stupid." he said in a low growl.

"It's ok, it's just a name." I say, straightening back up again. "It's just a name."

"Yeah... I guess." I could feel him relax again, and rest his head on mine. "I guess." he repeated.

I stood up quickly, knocing the two boys away from me, when Demond dismissed us.

"Like I said, Michael-John first. No talking to each other. Got it?" I say, putting my hands on my hips lightly, and looking each boy in the eye.

"Yes, ma'am." he said, standing up. "Do I get a good bye kiss?" he said, leaning down and kissing me softly. "Guessing that's a yes." he said, after a few seconds. I rolled my eyes, and walking off.

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Michael-John's POV

As Payton walked away, and I stood to follow, the stupid creature named Arick grabbed my arm. I looked down at it.

"Let go." I say, and pull my hand away. His iron grip held me in place.

"Your going to fail this week, or else." he threatend darkly.

"Or else what?" I mimick, and yank my arm away. I looked down briefly. Red hand marks lined my arm.

"Bang bang..." sang Arick, as he turned. His icy blue eyes were cold with hatred as he looked over his shoulder. "Plus, little lepercaun won't know how to treat Payton right. I, on the other hand, can make all her fantasies come real." he said with a chuckle, and walking away.

"You coming?" Called Payton angrily.

"Yeah, yeah." I say, and trot away, glancing at Arick's retreating back as I followed after.