I stormed down the sidewalk, the wind whipping at my face, making my hair fly around. I squinted, and tripped, landing on the concrete. The sidewalk was littered with rocks and stones for some asinine reason. I looked up and noticed they were part of a garden before. "Dammit!" I shouted, and I got up, storming over to the house. I planned on making the owner cry. I pounded my fist on the door, gritting my teeth. "Hey! Open up! I'd like a word with you!" The door swung open, and Mr. Hall stood in the doorway, his eyebrow arched in confusion. "Persephone?" "Ian? What the hell are you doing here!" "…this is my house." he said amusedly. I looked at my surroundings, my face going red in embarrassment. "Oh." Of course I'd end up right in front of his house! I was always involuntarily drawn to him! "Well, your stupid advice on my damn hair is making me blind, and I tripped over a stupid damn rock from your stupid damned garden!" I shouted, jabbing a finger in his face. "Persephone"- "No! I'm not done! Because of you, I'm angry! Because of you, I'm tired all the time! Because of you, I think I'm losing my mind!" Mr. Hall was taken aback, and I marched closer, glaring at him. He was so goddamn irritating! And… and I liked him… a lot… "I hate you!" I shouted. "What? You hate me?" he asked surprisedly. I was silent for a moment, staring into his eyes. "…no…" I muttered, and I pressed my lips to his, pushing him against the door. Mr. Hall was shocked, but he wrapped his arms around me securely, returning the kiss. Somehow I kept my train of thought straight. So this is what it's come to? Kissing a teacher I hated? Well… there was a thin line between love and hate. It was blurred for me. Extremely blurred. I pulled him closer by his shirt collar, and he kissed down my neck, sending shivers through me. I… wasn't behaving normally. Where was all this… this passion coming from? I never kissed somebody like this before. I grabbed for the door handle, and he stopped me, gently taking my wrist. "Wait… Persephone, what are you doing out here this late?" "David invited me to a party. I didn't want to stay." "Are… are you d"- "I didn't drink anything." I said shortly, watching his expression. Mr. Hall studied my eyes with a slightly worrisome look, and I felt a burning sensation at my throat. I looked in the window to see my reflection. I didn't look like myself. My hair was wild, my eyes were darker than usual… and another symbol was on my neck. I gaped up at Mr. Hall, and stepped back. "I knew I wasn't going crazy! These symbols… they have something to do with you!" Mr. Hall looked down at me, his eyes darker than mine. "…you're not exactly right…" he said, his voice rugged. "Well? Can you tell me?" I asked, folding my arms. He sighed, turning away. "I can't…" he opened his door, and walked inside, poised to close it, but I stuck my foot in the way. "You know, those dreams will just give me the answers instead!" "I know… that's what I'm afraid of…" he murmured. I took my foot away, turning to walk down the stairs. "Fine. Goodnight." I muttered, and continued down the street. …dammit… how could he get to me so easily? And the new symbol… it was somewhere noticeable. My parents would kill me. As I reached my house, I realized I didn't care. And that scared me. --------------------------------------------------- An argument, a symbol, and a make out session? Persephone's on a roll