Okay, so I was kind of ignoring Chace. Yes, he realized something was wrong. Yes, he was a little upset that I wasn't telling him. Yes, he guessed that I wasn't in the restroom... and Yes, I felt extremely guilty, but there was no way I was gonna let him know. Not until I actually got information from Bryan at least. Well at least I know he knows something.

Chace, even though not speaking with me, walked me to my AP Telepathy class. I could see him keeping an eye out for Chuck, who I'm sure was already inside, in his usual place chatting up Claire, as if nothing had changed.

I'm sure he had that audacity to go about as if nothing had changed. As if he hadn't just gotten back from the hospital for getting the crap beat out of him by two vamps for trying to rape and kill me. HA. It's just so funny that I can say something like that about a current student here. That's something you say about the kid that was locked up. Now he's just the known criminal, like everything he did wasn't such a big deal.

Well I was done with fighting him. It would get me no where. We had our fight, he left me unconscious. I'm proud of the fact that I've been getting way better at my fighting since then and it was already excellent to begin with... If I could I'd go in there and kill him. I wouldn't want to kill a thing, but Chuck was lower than dirt... but he was still here. I wasn't going to do anything until all my questions were answered. It'd just have us both in the hospital again with nothing new discovered.

"I'll be fine." I repeated to Chace as we stood outside of the dim lit AP Telepathy class.

He looked into the room briefly, clenching his jaw.
"I'll be here for you right after."

"Ok." I said, giving him a serious look. "I'll really be ok."

He nodded stiffly, taking a deep breath just before I walked into the classroom. I sat on my usual long legged wooden chair in the room. I'd gotten used to weeks without Chuck sitting next to me. The only negative about him being gone would be that I was the only one getting the body language assignments, even though I was doing all of the telepathy ones too, just on the DL. It was kind of fun breaking into other peoples convos and freaking them out with a random phrase or just an annoying hum. Then they'd look around the classroom frantically while I sat doing my body language worksheet.

Mr. Shepard has been progressively making my assignments harder, noticing how quickly I finished them and that everything was correct. Even when he'd test me on other students instead of just diagrams I'd get them right. Of course I knew why, but I was afraid I wouldn't know when my lucky 'human' skill at reading people would get suspicious. I was already pushing my limit by getting a little too angry when I heard a thought I wasn't supposed to from the students who were peeved that I was getting answers right.

I wrapped my gray jacket closer to me, even with the black sweater underneath I was still pretty cold. Temperatures seriously dropped underground, especially when it was already in the 10s outside.

I looked over to Claire and Chuck in the front of the classroom. Her mouth was going a mile a minute. I didn't bother to listen in. I didn't really care. Chuck, looked fine now, physically anyway. He did look a little pale though. I guess being stuck under the fluorescent lights of the hospital for weeks can do that to you.

The bell rang and he walked over to his seat without even a look at me. I expected as much. If anything, I should be the one not looking at him, but it taught me self control. I just wanted to kick his face in... well much worse than that, but like I mentioned before it would just get us back to the hospital and with no answers.

Playing nice with him was definitely no longer an option, but I knew that he must know more than the average immortals here. Questions that didn't matter before seemed to have mattered now and now there were also new questions that needed to be figured out. Why the hell was he in this class? How did he cast those spells when fighting me if he's just a noob? Also, I was pretty sure up until the actual event that I'd be able to kick his ass. He just seemed stronger than he let on to be. Than he should be, it didn't add up. Those who are a part of the Wiccan denomination aren't usually the best fighters - the skills of a great human fighter at most. Not even that powerful Wiccans need to fight when they can do so much worse and unimaginable things to you. Dark magic was no joke.

Anyway, Mr. Shepard had started his routine evaluations, but things had changed a bit. Each day he chose a new student to try and evaluate the class and today it was... Holly, Claire's best friend. I'd actually gained some respect for her. I'd thought she was a pushover and she kinda was, but not fully. She took Claire's crap and listened to most of what she said, but she had her own opinions too. She spoke her mind, even though she'd regret it afterward and she was actually a pretty skilled lycan... better than Claire even, not that that's saying much, but I can see she tries to dim herself down so as to not get in the way of Claire. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

Holly was almost at our table, she was reading the two guys that still have conversations about my ass on a classly basis.

"Perverts." she scoffed, probably reading their minds along with their moods.

I sat with my head in my right hand, uninterested and staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. When she got over to Chuck and me. I gave him a loathsome side glance and Holly's face got extremely red.

I looked up at her, confused. She looked about ready to spit acid on Chuck and then her eyes flitted to me... they actually looked sorrowful. I looked down. Oh shit. Was she actually attempting to read my thoughts? I usually lock lycans out, which isn't something many can do, but sometimes I don't bother seeing as they think I'm human and don't try.

She turned to Mr. Shepard looking almost sick to her stomach.

"I don't want to do this again." she said simply, walking back to her seat and sitting.

I didn't have to tap into to anything to know that Claire was telepathically bombarding Holly with questions. Holly gave Claire a quick stern look that obviously took Claire aback, but she just turned her head, slouching a bit in her seat.

Mr. Shepard made no comment on the situation. He just stared at Chuck and me intently for a while. I closed off all thoughts to him, making sure this time to keep my guard up.

"Now," he spoke. "Today will just be a review day. Everyone will be communicating with someone across the room, make sure that it's nobody that you're familiar with."

The class became silent, meaning everyone was starting their assignment, with that Mr. Shepard walked up to me and Chuck.

"Ok, I really had nothing planned for today. You two can do whatever you want as long as it doesn't disrupt the class." he explained.

“Ok.” I said politely, with a small smile.

Chuck just gave him a sharp rude nod.

I rolled my eyes, reaching into my bag and taking my iPod.

“Can you go a day without that thing?” Chuck had the nerve to ask.

I didn't even acknowledge him. How dare he even think he could talk to me?

Anyway, I ignored Chuck, putting my headphones in.

...

About 10 songs later I felt this awful pang in my head. I cringed, thinking I had cried out. It must've been in my head because when I looked around nobody seemed to have realized anything.

Ow! It hit me again and I cringed in pain once more. What the hell? Out of habit my eyes darted to Chuck, but I didn't turn my head.

He was red and had broken out into a light sweat. His heart was also beating like crazy.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pausing my iPod.

"What're you talking about?" he responded rudely.

"Why the hell do you look like that? You've just been sitting here not moving for 50 minutes and it's freezing. How're you sweating?"

He didn't answer me.

I glared at him and unpaused my iPod, returning my attention to the front, staring once again at nothing in particular.

About 3 more songs later the pang hit again extremely hard.

"Holy he-!" I whispered, everyone else in class was probably too occupied in their heads to hear me anyway.

I looked at Chuck through my peripheral vision. He was even paler than before.

Was he-? He couldn't be. How could he ev-? No. It isn't possible. Like I'm one to talk.

I took a deep breath and opened my mind, letting my thought guard down. I was able to filter the thoughts that lycans heard. So, I could be thinking of carrots and juice, but only make juice audible to them. I'd tested it on Lance. He didn't ask questions. This skill was also something that not many lycans had.

If I try any harder I'm gonna hit the floor

Oh. My. Lucifer. Chuck just thought that. How can I hear his thoughts? How can he cast spells and try to break into my head?

It never stopped. There was always something new to figure out.

Stay the hell out. is what I thought, immediately closing my mind off to him afterward.

He looked absolutely shocked. I'm not even sure if he believed he'd really heard it, but there wasn't another attempt to get inside for the rest of class.