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Rachel was trying to get right the combination to open Aiden William's locker. The only reason she was doing it was because she had been payed to do it. Or would be.
"Hurry up! He'll be here at any minute!" The girl next to her squealed.
She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Hold on. I'm most done... There! Put the note in."

" What note?" Aiden said as he watched them from the next locker over.

(I'm sorry this my alternate account for when I can't connect through facebook =P)

Rachel jumped and closed his locker inmediately as the other girl casually made up an excuse and left.
"Uhh..." She really had no idea of what to say. She'd never been caught before.

He smiled a little. "Isn't peer pressure a lovely thing?" he held out his hand for the note.

No way I'm returning her her money She thought. She grumbled and put it in his hand, careful not to touch it. "It isn't mine anyways."

He opens it as he watches her.

She was seriously considering turning around and running, but it'd be kind of awkward next time she sees him. In the brief time she'd been attending Wrae's highschool, she'd earned thirty bucks from cracking lockers and slipping notes from girls into guys' lockers. It was business. Not even she knew what had that girl written. Maybe some poem or a song? Who knew?

he read the poem and a slight blush colored his cheek. he cleared his throat and scrunched up the note

She looked at him, amused. "So, what dit it say?"

"Um, nothing appropriate for school." he tossed it in the trash and smiled a little.

Rachel laughed a little. Normally, this would be where she said bye and turned around to leave, but she stayed this time. If she wanted to make some friends, she'd have to work for it. "I'm Rachel."

"Aiden."

A few awkward moments passed. Normal people shook hands. "Nice to meet you, I guess. Even though it's very weird. I'm sorry about the... note thing."

he shrugs." doesn't matter."

She smiled at him and looked around. "Great. See ya around then."

"I hope so." he says and smiles at her

Rachel nodded and started walking away. Amy, a girl from her History class, came running towards her. "Hey! Guess wh-" She had grabbed her hand and was now very pale, with pained expression on her face. Rachel quickly snatched her hand away as the girl collapsed to the floor. "Oh my god, Amy?"

Aiden stands there for a second, stunned. He quickly dashes over to help the girl. "What happened?" he asks Rachel.

"She... I... We should take her to the nurse." Rachel's hands were shaking. Two weeks. It had lasted just two weeks. Now everyone would avoid her and stare at her like a freak.

"Ok," he says and pics the girl up. "C'mon, im new here and don't know my way around yet, you'd have to show me."

She stared at him for a moment, and then snapped out of it. What's wrong with me? I just hurt someone and I'm thinking about boys. "Yeah, yeah, it's this way." She resumed walking but this time to the infirmary.

He follows her, worried about the girl, but intrigued by rahcel .

When they got there, the nurse was all over the passed out girl, taking her temperature, and asking at least a dozen of questions, which Rachel answered as truthfully as she could without giving away her little power. Only the principal and a few teachers knew about it, and she wanted to keep it that way for a while.
"She is very weak now, but her vital signs look okay, and I'm guessing she'll wake up in a few. I'm still gonna have to call her parents, though. Thanks for bringing her here." Rachel nodded. "It was Aiden who did. I wouldn't have been able to carry her."

"And I would have gotten lost." he says from his post in the back of the room. He could tell that she was hiding something, and was intent on figuring out what is was.

"Thank you both, in that case. You should go to class now. She'll be okay." The nurse said.
Rachel wasn't feeling like returning to class but she nodded. "Sure, thanks." She walked out of the room, hoping Aiden wouldn't follow her. "Please don't, please don't." She chanted quietly.

He came up behind her. "To late, I saw what happened, what was that?"

She threw her head back in frustration, but kept on walking. "Nothing happened."

"Bull," he says and grabs her arm.

Luckily, she was wearing a hoodie, but still, instincts kicked in and her right hand shot out in a fist that would connect with his face if he didn't get out of the way in time.

He cought it with his other hand, spinning her aroud into his amrs,

Rachel tried to wiggle away from his grasp but then she realized that he was touching her hand and looked at him, terrified. I really should've brought gloves today. She thought.

he just raised his browa, looking for an answer. "Well?"

She quickly pried her hand away from his. "Read my lips. Nothing happened and leave me alone."

"Can;'t he says, looking at her chest a little.

"What are you looking at?" She tried to push him away. "Is she your girlfriend or something? She just passed out. Stop blaming me, would you?"

"You've a tattoo on your chest. Andim not blaming you,i just want to know hat happened."

Rachel frowned. "A tattoo?" She looked down to see and then back at him. "Uhh... Oh my god." She was seriously freaking out now. She wanted to go home. She needed to go home. Home was safe. "I have to go."

"Nope, not until you tell me what happened." he says and holds her tightly, almost like a hug.

She looked away from his face. Being that close to him didn't help her in trying to concentrate on explaining this guy she barely knew about her power/curse. "I hurt people. Are you happy now? They get hurt when they touch my skin. That's why you should back off. Now."

He raised a brow. "I don't think so." he says and kisses her cheek,lingering.

"No, no, what are you doing? Do you want to die?" She tried turning her cheek away, but his lips were still touching her skin.

"No, and im not going to." he says against her cheek.

"But how are you doing this?" She was still tense, as if he'd drop dead on the floor at any second.

"Everyone has a power. Mine is to make other powers not work." he says and pulls back. "Its hard to explain, but you don't effect me."

"That must be awesome, but just to be sure..." She took three long steps back the moment he loosened his hold on her. "This," She pointed to the tattoo. " doesn't change anything, so you should just forget about me ever talking to you." The truth was that she was struggling enough to make friends to add a mate to the mix.

He sighed a little. "Ok, fine. Ill try to keep my distance.... for one thing." he says and steps toward her.

Rachel crossed her arms. Her eyes were scanning him, searching for any signs of sickness. "What?"

He steps towards her agan. "You kiss me, or I wont stop bugging you."

"What kind of deal is that?" She shook her head. "I can't kiss you because I'll hurt you, don't you understand?"