Chapter 11

I stare at the paper in surprise. I completely forgot about the 'Love Game'. I lean my head against my locker. Too many guys. I stare at the paper again. Which guy was a fake? I try to remember all of the guys I've met so far, but it's hard to tell. The one guy who'll really love me for me could be a stranger I passed in the hall several times. I sigh. Just think about the ones you do know..... Leo. Ugh, even his name disgusts me. Fleano. I quickly push the image of his face away, trying not to remember his touch. Cline, another person just like Leo... and that's about it. There are the two guys Melina knows, but I don't know them.

" Feeling sick today?" I turn around, startled. For some reason I'm expecting Fleano, but it isn't him. It's that emo kid...the one who laughed at Fleano to the point of tears. I look at the floor, pulling my hood lower, " No. I'm not sick." He smiles, " Okay. No probs, I was just checking. You didn't look well." He begins to walk away, then stops, stopping me mid-sigh. " You're that girl that hangs out with Leo right?" I nod, " So?"

" Name," he says, pointing at me. " What's your real name?" My brain stops working for a moment. He's asking...for my name. No one has ever bothered to know my real name. They all just call me Scar because Leo calls me that. " You could get in trouble...for that," I warn. Leo insisted that everyone call me Scar. He laughs, " Leo? I don't care. So what's your name?" I hesitate, but the earnest expression of his face told me he was going to persist until I told him. I blush, embarrassed, pulling on my hood again. " It's...Angel."

" Angel," he repeats slowly in a thoughtful way. " I don't see an Angel," he says peering at my face. Then he shrugs. " Name's Christopher, but I go by Cross."

" And I'm Fleano! Nice to meet you!" A familiar person places a hand on my head. I don't have to look to know who it is. Cross cracks into a huge grin, " If it isn't Mr. Pink. Huh, so the name's Fleano. Little old fashioned don't you think?" Fleano nods, " Yes, but it is an uncommon name that I happen to cherish." Fleano hooks an arm around my shoulders. I blush, " What-" " Now if you''ll excuse us, we have a class to get to." With a wave from Cross, Fleano drags me away.

I push him away from me, " Let go!" once we're out of sight. " Sorry," Fleano apologizes," and for last time." I walk away, " W-whatever." Fleano chases after me, " Wait. I have a question to ask of you." I ignore him. " Are you in love with anyone?" I stop. Where was he going with this. I face him, " Why should I tell you?" " Because I request it," he answers. I glare at him, " No, I don't. Happy now? Please leave me alone now."

I turn to leave, but he suddenly grabs my hand. " Let go of me!" but he doesn't. " Good," Fleano responds. He lets go of my hand. I stare at him in puzzlement. Good? What is he talking about? Fleano smiles at me, his amber eyes twinkling. " Good, that you do not have anyone you're in love with." " And why is that good?" I ask.

" That means I can make you mines." The whole world freezes. What did he just say? Did I hear wrong? And why is it that such a cheesy line from him sounds uncheesy? My heart thumps loudly in my chest and I can't seem to focus. " What... is wrong with you?" I blurt, the world going back into motion. Impossible. I must have imagined it. " Nothing is wrong with me," Fleano replies innocently. " W-why what who reason..." I'm too flabbergasted to speak properly. The pink haired boy just smiles innocently.

The Love Game Participants so far:

Melina

Angel

Dread

Laurence

Fleano