<div align="center"><strong>The morning after</strong></div>Casey didn't want to wake up, when her alarmclock went of she tried to hide underneath the covers. But it didn't work, it kept playing the same few lines over and over again. It was the lines from one of those irritating teenage girl popsongs, that she didn't know the name of. Her mother had found that damn thing quite amusing, and she had bought it for Casey as a get well present last time she had been ill.<br/>"Shut up, oh god please shut up." She talked into her pillow before turning her head and looking at the time. She was going to be late if she didn't got out of bed now, but her whole body felt too heavy. It had been a long night, first burning down the theatre and then fighting Ryan who had turned into a giant spider. And then the whole thing with Alistair. Just thinking about him made her heart beat faster, and a warm feeling filled her entire body. Why had she fallen in love with him, she really didn't want to, but it was too late now. her stomach turned when she thought about facing him today, she hoped he had figured out how she felt about him, the thought of telling him was terrifying. But she had promised him she would, and she was going to keep that promise.<br/>Her shower had taken longer than she had planned, but the feeling of the water had comforted her. When she finally stood in front of her closet panic started to spread through her. What was she going to wear, what would make Al notice her? She looked through the pile of jeans, sure some of them gave her a great ass, but that wasn't enough. She wanted to get his attention, make him notice her fit, hourglass shaped body. She smiled when she found a short black pleated skirt that stopped halfway down her thigh. It took her a while before she found a tight red low cut top. She looked at herself in the mirror, she smiled then grabbed a black permanent marker and wrote 'Burning down the house' on it. She laughed then put on a pair of black boots with a stiletto heel and started walking to school. Luckily her mother had not seen her, otherwise she would have forced her to wear something else. But desperate times called for desperate measures. she was fully aware of the fact that she looked like a hore, but how could he not notice her in that outfit.<br/>people were looking at her when she walked up the stairs, and she could hear them talking behind her back. But she had made her choice, and it made no point in regretting it now. She looked for Al, some part of her hoping to see him, another part afraid that she would. Lulu and Ryan were also nowhere to be found. but maybe it was just as well, although she would like to know what had happened after she left. Then she saw him in the crowd, the untidy hair and hazel eyes. She couldn't face him just yet, so she grabbed her books and headed for her first period. it was only when she entered the classroom she remembered that they shared that class. She sat down at the back of the class, her heart beating fast. Would he sit down beside her, or ignore her. She didn't know what would be worse.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>The redhaired girl</strong></div>She must have been new at school, otherwise he definitely would have noticed her before. After leaving school he kept thinking about her, almost turning around so he could see where she lived. But she hadn't been alone when he left, oh no, she had been talking to that jerk Alistair Croft. He really hated that guy, always thinking he was oh so clever, but now also because he had had the courage to talk to her. How he wanted to be able to walk up to her and introduce himself, but there was something about her. Her attitude was telling him to stay away, but the way she moved drew him in. She was dangerous and luring at the same time. Today he would talk to her, he had promised himself that.<br/>He had never been one of the popular guys, he played sports and was quite athletic, but they had never invited him into their group. What did he care, the girls seemed to like him. He had never been rejected and now his eyes were set on that redheaded wild girl, she would be his. So why did he doubt himself, he had never done that before. What was it about this girl that made him loose his tongue and his nerves.<br/>The minute he got to school he could see something was different, but what? It took him a while to realise that the theatre had been closed, warning people that due to a fire, entering was unsafe. He couldn't help but peek inside and was shocked. The whole thing had been burned down, charred seats were lying in a pile as if someone had started to try and clean the whole mess up, but had thought better of it.<br/>"Fantastic." He smiled and whistled while walking down the corridor. He had always hated the theatre, all those people trying to be actors. He had just turned the corner when she saw her, stopping in his tracks, just starring at her. She had looked wonderful yesterday, but today. The outfit showed of her body, and her red hair seemed to burn with the intensity of the brightest fire. While he stared at her he kept telling himself that she would be his, when the day was over she would be lying in his arms while he played with her hair and caressing her nude body. He nodded to himself, and walked over to her.<br/>"Hi there beautiful, my name is Jonathan Andrews. I noticed yesterday that you looked so lost, so why don't you let me..." His voice trailed of as she walked away from him, had she even noticed he was there? He looked around and saw the cause of her quickly departure, his confident smile turning into an angry glare. Alistair Craft had just arrived. He walked right over to him, bumping as hard as he could into his shoulder.<br/>"Watch it asshole, or I'll knock you right in to next week." He leaned in closer and whispered. "Stay away from that redheaded girl, or I swear I'll make you regret ever talking to her." He gave him another shove before walking to class.