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So we write the test at lunch, and I determine that major snogging is really good for my ability to recall facts. Maybe it was the sex too. That�s it! I�m shagging Casey silly before every test! Exam week is going to rock!

So it�s after the test and we�re sitting at one of the tables on the quad. I�m sitting beside Casey, our fingers intertwined and our foreheads touching as we grin and giggle at each other, completely oblivious to the world around us.

�Well, don�t you two look cozy?�

I panic, pulling away from Casey, expecting to see Delilah glaring at us. Then I relax as I realize it�s Stokely.

�God, Stokes, you scared me.� I say as she sits down across from us.

She grins. �Thought I was Delilah?� she says. �I don�t know whether to be horrified or flattered.�

�Horrified, I�d imagine.� I say.

She grins at Casey. �Hey Casey, how�s it going?� She grins approvingly at me. �It�s about time you guys got together.�

Casey smiles shyly and hides his face in my hair, blushing. Where is Delilah, anyway? And Zeke. Ugh, if he�s fucking her again I�m going to kill him.

Stokely rolls her eyes, amused. �So where�s the heinous bitch? I�m surprised she�s giving you guys a moment�s peace.�

�I don�t know.� I say, frowning. �I haven�t seen her since this morning. Haven�t seen Zeke either.�

Stokely smirks. �Yeah, you guys were pretty late this morning.� she says.

�Oh yeah, post traumatic drama.� I say, grinning.

Stokely snorts. �Yeah, right.� She glances expectantly at Casey and I gently nudge him.

�What?� Casey mumbles, burrowing even more into my hair. His ears are going red.

As if on cue, Zeke comes hurrying into the quad, heading straight for us.

�Delilah�s coming.� he says quickly. �With the bitch squad. I tried to talk them out of it, but no could do.�

�Fuck.� I groan as I rub my forehead. �Well, I appreciate the effort, Zeke, but I kind of expected it.�

�Don�t worry.� Stokely says. �We�ve got your back. Right, Zeke?�

�Right.� Zeke says with a nod.

Okay, that reassures me a little. But I can still feel this ball of dread settling in my stomach.

�Okay, let�s get this over with.� I mutter as I see Delilah, flanked by her friends heading toward us.

Casey looks up, some of my hair sticking to his face. He brushes it away and his eyes actually narrow as he spots Delilah.

�Casey.� the cheerleader says with attitude, crossing her arms. �You�re avoiding me. What are you doing with HER? You�re starting rumors.�

�Go away Delilah.� Casey mutters, looking down at the table.

No no! I want to scream at him. Keep looking at her! Don�t look down at the table!

Instead I glare at Delilah. �What�s the matter? Can�t take a hint? Do we need to spell it out for you?�

Delilah rolls her eyes, looking at me like I�m dirt.

�I don�t know what you did to MY boyfriend, Morgana, but I�m going to undo it.� she snarls. �Get away from him. He�s mine.�

�No I�m not.� Casey mumbles. �Just go away. I don�t want trouble.�

�Delilah.� Zeke says, spreading out his hands in a �come on� gesture.

�He was never yours to begin with, Delilah.� I snap. �Casey is a human being, capable of making his own choices. And he�s chosen to be with me. So you can fuck off and leave me and my boyfriend in peace.�

Behind Delilah, Lindsay makes a huffing sound and glances at Delilah.

I glare at Delilah. Casey may not want trouble, but I dare Delilah to do something. She�s probably too afraid she�ll break a nail.

�Boyfriend?� Delilah repeats, screwing up her face. She laughs cruelly. �Since when?�

�Since you got high and fucked Zeke.� Casey mumbles.

�Casey, don�t be stupid.� Delilah responds, rolling her eyes. �Everyone�s fucked Zeke.�

�He doesn�t care, Delilah.� Zeke says, looking annoyed.

�Not everyone�s fucked Zeke.� Stokely mutters, looking disgusted by the idea.

�Why the fuck do you care if Casey�s with me anyway, Delilah?� I ask. �It�s not like you wouldn�t have dumped him the second the media found another golden boy. Or are you going to tell me you actually care about him?�

God help me if she says she does, I�m going to punch her.

�Well of course I do.� Delilah says as a matter of course, examining her nails.

Casey suddenly looks up.

�How could you lie about that?� he demands.

�I�m not lying, Casey bear.� Delilah insists as a matter of course.

The next thing I know, Casey�s climbing up on the table.

�Case, what are you doing?� Zeke asks. Judging by his expression, he�s wondering if Casey actually has lost his mind.

The desire to punch Delilah is quickly bleeding away, to be replaced by curiosity. What the hell IS Casey doing? I blink, staring up at him. �Casey?�

Even Stokely looks confused as she watches Casey. Hell, even Delilah�s bitch squad is watching Casey, looking at him like he�s insane.

In fact, the whole Quad is now watching Casey.

�Casey! Get off the table! You�re embarrassing me!� Delilah hisses.

�That�s the idea, Delilah.� Casey snarls, then raises his voice, addressing the room.

�Hi everyone!� he calls out, waving. �I�m Casey Connor. You know, the guy none of you knew existed until aliens attacked the school? Well, suddenly I�m popular, and I�ve decided I really don�t like it.�

Delilah and her friends make disgusted noises.

�This is suicidal.� Zeke mutters in awe.

I can do little more than stare at Casey, my eyes wide. �What the hell is he doing?� I whisper to Stokely.

Stokely just grins, looking amused. �You�ll see.�

I glance at her, frowning. What does she know that I don�t?

�See, people are being really nice to me now, and it�s nice not to get shoved around and beat up, but it�s all fake, and I can�t take it anymore.� Casey continues, pushing his glasses up his nose. �There�s only one person that really matters to me, and she got hurt because my stupid cheerleader girlfriend decided to be a heinous bitch and sabotage the yearbook computers.�

�Casey! Get down now!� Delilah exclaims angrily.

�Yes Delilah, we�re talking about you.� Casey continues, unfazed. �Everyone pay attention to Delilah. She�s not happy unless everyone�s paying attention to her.�

Delilah splutters, in large part because Zeke�s laughing at her.

Stokely�s laughing too, pointing at Delilah and muttering to Stan, who has just joined us.

And me? I�m staring in awe at Casey. I mean, it�s got to take a lot of guts to get up on a table in the middle of lunch and say all that he�s saying. Especially knowing that all eyes are on him.

Oh my god, I think I�m going to burst from all the love I feel for this guy!

Those aren�t tears in my eyes, by the way. I�m just. . .you know what a pain eyelashes are. Yeah. Eyelashes.

�Well, if anyone wants her, she�s available.� Casey says, glaring at Delilah. �She�s really nice to look at. I�ll give her that. But the more I see inside her, the more I see ugliness. If you want to see real beauty, here.�

The next thing I know, he�s reaching for my hand, grinning at me nervously.

I blush bright red. Oh god, he doesn�t expect me to stand, does he?!

Stokely cheers me on and Stan gives me a nudge as he grins. Shyly, I give Casey my hand and stand up, trying not to look embarrassed.

Eep! Now everybody�s looking at me!

�This is Morgana, everybody.� Casey says, holding my hand tightly. A few people actually wave. �She�s been my best friend since grade school. I wanted her to be more, but I was too chicken to say anything, because why would an angel like her be interested in a dork like me. Better to have her as a friend than to freak her out by telling her I loved her.�

He shrugs.

�Well, she told me she loved me.� he continues. �And this was after she saw �most likely to be ugly� next to her picture in the yearbook layout. She�s anything but ugly, and anyone who says otherwise is blind and stupid.�

Zeke whistles. Delilah runs off in a huff.

Stokely claps loudly and grins, giving me the thumbs up. Stan lets out a whistle as he puts an arm around Stokely.

Oh my god. I think I�m going to die of embarrassment but, on the other hand, it�s soooooooooo sweet of Casey to do this! For the most part, I�m blushing as red as my shirt but I stare at Casey with adoration.

I feel so conflicted. I want to hide my face against his shoulder and yet I want to kiss him.

In the end, I settle for a compromise: I kiss his cheek and then shyly hide behind him, clutching his hand tightly.

�Morgana was away when the whole alien thing happened.� Casey said to the amazingly quiet quad. �That�s how I ended up with Delilah. But part of me always knew it felt wrong. I call Morgana �Morgaine,� because of The Mists of Avalon, and I�ve been memorizing parts of it to say to her, to tell her how I felt while she was away, and everything was going to hell, and I think now�s a good time to try them out.�

He clears his throat and turns around to face me.

�Morgaine.� he says, �I dreamed - and in my dream I cried out for you, but I could not hold you.�

He smiles a little, putting his hand on my arm.

�But it is really you,� he continues, �it is you Morgaine. . .you have come back to me. . .and you are so young and fair. . .I will always see the Goddess with your face. . .Morgaine, you will not leave me again, will you?�

His smile widens, but it�s shy.

Okay, so it is tears that I�m crying and not just irritated moisture from eyelashes. But damn it, I�ve never had a guy recite passages from Mists of Avalon to me! They�re tears of joy, honest!

And damned if I can remember Morgaine�s response! God, at this moment, I can�t even recall who said those words to her. Oh well, I�ll just make up my own response. Ha.

That is, as soon as I stop crying long enough that I can speak coherently.

�No,� I say, sniffling as I smile brightly, �I will not leave you again. I promise.�

I hear Stokely whistling and clapping and Stan chanting �kiss her kiss her kiss her� and I have to laugh, grinning at Casey.

Zeke starts applauding too, in an uncharacteristic display of sincerity. More and more people pick up the applause, until the noise is almost deafening. The teachers must be wondering what the hell is going on.

Casey grins at me, then moves a little closer, until we�re almost nose to nose.

�Is it okay if I kiss you?� he asks. I can barely hear him over the noise.

I grin, laughing, and nod. �Of course.� I say. �I�d be highly offended if you didn't after all the encouragement.�

�The only opinion I care about is yours.� he says, then kisses me, pulling me into an embrace.

I feel giddy as I return his kiss, putting my arms around him. Holy shit, I am standing on a table in the middle of the quad, all eyes are on me and Casey and he is kissing me. Kissing me!

Damn. . .too bad Delilah�s already stalked off. Eheheheheh, I�d love to see the look on her face.

�Wow.� I whisper, a little dizzy as the kiss ends. I grin widely at Casey, resting my hands on the back of his neck. �I love you, Casey.�

�I love you too.� he says, grinning. �I always have.�

I grin, deliriously happy, and kiss him again. Just because I can. Because he�s my boyfriend and I can kiss him anytime I want.

�Uh oh, teacher alert.� Stokely mutters, clearing her throat.

I reluctantly break the kiss and look around. Sure enough, there�s Mr. Tate, followed by Mr. Furlong and Miss Burke.

�Okay, what�s going on here?� Mr. Tate demands, frowning at me and Casey.

I notice that Miss Burke glances at Zeke and smiles shyly. God, you�d think a month of fucking Zeke would draw her out of her shell.

Zeke winks at Miss Burke.

�The cheerleaders got a bit rowdy, Mr. Tate.� he says.

Miss Burke blushes and glances away for a moment, then slowly turns her eyes back to Zeke.

Mr. Furlong smirks a little, looking at me and Casey. I guess he must�ve figured out what was going on, because he gives Casey a thumbs up.

Mr. Tate, for the most part, is still frowning. �And Morgana and Casey are standing on top of a table. . .why exactly?�

�Uhhh, well, we. . .um. . .� I look at Zeke helplessly. Hey, I�m not very good at lying to teachers. Besides I�m still brain dead from Casey�s kiss.

�English assignment.� Casey says, smirking. Zeke laughs in spite of himself.

�Oh yeah!� My surrogate brother exclaims. �The Mists of Avalon!�

I grin at Casey, looking impressed. Wow, that was pretty quick thinking.

Mr. Tate glances at Miss Burke, who nods in confirmation.

�Yes.� she says. �I asked each of the students to select a passage from the book to read it aloud to the class and then discuss its meaning.�

�I see.� Mr. Tate says. �Well, carry on. Just. . .keep the noise level down.�

I breathe a sigh of relief, sagging against Casey, as Mr. Tate leaves. �Nice going, Case.� I whisper, grinning.

�It wasn�t a total lie.� Casey insists. �We should probably get off the table though.�

�You should join the drama club, Case! That was amazing!� Zeke exclaims.

�Yeah, Casey, I didn�t know you had it in you.� Stokely said, grinning.

�I thought it was romantic.� I say, sighing dreamily. Then I blink, blushing. �Oh, were we talking about his declaration of love or the other thing?�

I clear my throat, then jump down off the table.

�Way to go, Casey.� Stan says, grinning.

�Thanks guys.� Casey says shyly. Quite a few other girls are looking at him starry-eyed, and he looks confused when he notices. Uh oh. I�ve got a lot of competition.

�Well, looks like you�re popular with the ladies, Casey.� Stan says, smirking.

Stokely glances at me, raising an eyebrow. I look back at her, smiling calmly. What? I�m not going to get jealous. I know Casey loves me.

My biggest worry is Delilah. What if she decides to be a bitch and try to win Casey back? Not that he�ll go back, but it�s just the aggravation of being pestered.

Oh well. You know what? I�m not going to let it bother me. We�ll deal with that when the time comes.

I grin, taking Casey�s hand and squeezing it. �So is it a safe bet that you like Mists of Avalon now?� I ask, kissing his cheek.

�Um, the Lancelot, Gwenhwyfar, Arthur threesome was a bit much, but yeah.� he says softly, shrugging. �It was different. Um. . .yeah, I�ll tell you later.�

I grin. �I can�t wait to hear your thoughts on that.� I say as I run my fingers through his hair. It�s a weird compulsive thing, I think. I can�t stop touching him all of the sudden.

�Oooh, hey, Morgana, are you going to help me pick out a dress to wear to the Homecoming dance?� Stokely asks.

I blink, staring at her. �What? Stokely Mitchell is actually going to go to an organized school function? One that requires her to get all dolled up in a fancy dress?�

�Shut up.� Stokely says, blushing. �Stan asked if he could escort me. How could I say no?�

I glance at Stan, looking impressed. �No small feat there, Stan. Getting Stokely into a dress.� I say. �Sure, Stokes, I�ll help you pick out a dress.�

I try not to look at Casey, afraid I�ll look expectant or something and pressure him into asking me to the dance. Honestly, I don�t care if weor nor not, as long as I spend time with him.

I do end up looking though, and Casey�s looking at Stokely, stunned.

�Uh oh, Stokely�s going to the dance.� Zeke says. �Case, what about you?�

�Well, um, they�re not really my thing.� Casey admits, squirming. �It�s up to Morgaine.�

�Oh I don�t know.� I say, shrugging. �I�m not really into the whole dance thing.�

�No, you have to go.� Stokely insists. �If I�m going, you have to. I won�t have anybody to talk to otherwise.�

�Stokely.� I groan. �You�ll have Stan!�

�Yeah, I�m not good enough?� Stan says, pouting.

�Of course you are, silly.� Stokely says, smiling. �But Morgana and I can make fun of the cheerleaders and the jocks.�

�And I can�t?� Stan says. Stokely just looks at him. He raises his hands in surrender. �Okay, okay.�

�I don�t know, Stokes.� I say. �Let me think about it, okay?�

Stokely gives a dramatic sigh. �Okay.� she mutters, then smirks at Zeke.

Zeke smirks back. Casey notices the exchange and frowns curiously.

�I think I�d kind of like to go.� he announces suddenly. �I�ve never been to one before.�

I blink, glancing from Zeke to Stokely and back. Okay, what the hell just happened?

�Awesome.� Stokely says, grinning. �C�mon, Morgana, it�ll be a blast.�

�Are you sure, Casey?� I ask. �I mean, if you wanna go, okay. But don�t feel like we have to or anything.�

Why do I feel like this has already been planned? That the choice was totally out of my hands from the beginning?

�Are you going, Zeke?� I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

�If you go, Morgaine, I�ll go.� he insists.

�Okay.� I say, nodding. I glance at Casey. �So are you serious about wanting to go, babe? Because if I go this afternoon to the mall with Stokely and buy a dress, we�re committed.�

�Yay!� Stokely says, clapping her hands. �I won�t be the only dork in a dress!�

I make a face at her.

�Yeah, I�m serious.� Casey mumbles, looking at his feet.

�This is gonna be a hell of a dance.� Zeke says gleefully.

�Yeah, oodles of fun.� I say, smiling.

Like I know how to dance. Poor Casey. His toes are going to be aching by the end of the night.

On the bright side, the dance is a month away. That�s plenty of time for me to get dancing lessons from somebody, right?

�Hey, what say we all meet at the Reverb tonight?� Stan asks. �Hang out. Kind of a triple date thing.� He smirks at Zeke. �You can bring Miss Burke.�

�If she�ll go.� Zeke says with a shrug. �She�s afraid of losing her job if we get caught.�

�Yeah, but it�s not like teachers hang out at the Reverb.� Stan says, shrugging. �And most of the kids already know about you and her anyway.�

I�m only half listening to Stan and Zeke. Stokely�s babbling about dresses. Weird. It�s like she�s a totally new person. I mean, this is the same girl that used to accessorize in different shades of black and line her eyes in black. Now she�s excited about going to the Homecoming dance.

She asks me what kind of dress I think I�ll get. I glance at Casey, smirking. �Something red.� I tell her. �And clingy.�

Casey�s eyes widen and he swallows hard.

I think we have a winner.

Casey clears his throat.

�I need to, um, use the bathroom.� he mumbles, then takes off. Wow he can move fast when he wants to.

Stokely grins, nudging me. �Nice going.� she says.

�Yeah, okay, so I�m going to the dance.� I say. �Do you realize that I have two left feet?�

�So?� Stokely says, shrugging. �It�s not like any of the rest of us are that great either.�

�She�s got a point.� Stan says. �You should see my feet after a night of dancing with Stokely at the Reverb.� He grunts as Stokely smacks his stomach.

�Casey can dance.� Zeke said, grinning wickedly. �His mom put him in ballet class.�

Stokely and I exchange startled glances.

�Ballet class?� Stan repeats, snorting.

I glare at him and Stokely smacks him again.

�Ow!� he says, frowning as he rubs his stomach.

�And I suppose he told you this when you guys �bonded�,� I say, glancing at Zeke.

But hey, who better to give me dancing lessons than my own boyfriend? Eh eh?

�He�s a riot stoned.� Zeke says with a grin. �Yeah, three years, starting when he was seven.�

�Wow, and here I thought I knew everything about Casey.� I mutter.

Just then the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch.

�Okay, so we�ll meet after schood hed head to the mall?� Stokely says.

I nod. �Sounds like a plan.� I say. I glance at Zeke. �Any hopes of bumming a ride?�

�Sure sis. It�ll give Case a chance to do his homework.� Zeke responds. �I hope he didn�t fall in in the bathroom. He�s been gone a while.�

I blush bright red. Could he be. . .? Had the thought of me in a clingy red dress affected him THAT much?

. . .

Now that was a hell of an ego booster.

�Okay, I�m off to class.� Stan says, kissing Stokely�s cheek. �I�ll see you guys later.�

�Bye Stan.� Stokely says, grinning as she watches him walk away. �God, isn�t he wonderful?�

�Oh totally.� I say, nodding. I cough. �Zeke, can you check on Casey? Just in case he did fall. . .�

�Yeah, sure.� Zeke says, then heads to the bathroom. A minute later, he comes running out again.

�Call an ambulance.� he says, his eyes wide again. �Casey�s unconscious.�

He rubs his hands on his jeans, and smears blood on them.

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