Cookie: Since the other 2 chaps were short I gave in and uploaded this one on the same day :)

A pic of Dean Valentine--------------------->

plus a song "This I Promise You" by N'sync. I know right!? N'sync. Go ahead call me a weirdo but i still love their songs! I miss the the N'sync and Britany Spears Era. lol 90's? The songs back then were so honest and sweet to listen to...unlike all these booty shakin music with half naked chicks jiggling their "goodies" T.T Well enough of my ranting and on to the story....

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(Angelas POV)

I was being a coward.

The red puffy eyes staring back at me from the girls bathroom mirror was pathetic. It looked like the old Angela. The Angela that had been pitiful, a weakling. But those days were over now. I taught myself to be independent, strong. A survivor.

So way did I look like this?

So pathetic.

I was grateful that school was over, nearly empty of its annoyingly nosy students. It had been cowardly of me to hide in the girls bathroom just to avoid running into Jason. That guy was too stubborn to give up. The more he apologized, the more I became angry. But with who? Me or him? It got to the point where the pain turned into confusion.

Was I hurt because I loved him or because I loved what I wanted him to be and lost it? These sort of questions had been plaguing me since he had basically accused me of it.

Did I try to make Jason into a doll, a pupper for my own use without realizing it? Had I been preassuring him all this time, too selfish to notice?

I stared at my reflection and sighed. I really don't know. But still...for him to just leave me like that after declaring how much he loved me and loved being with me...that was too cruel. Like my father, he abandoned me so carelessly.

In minutes I made myself presentable again. I couldn't do anything about my eyes though. If anyone asks I'll just say my allergies were acting up. Problem solved. I wish this pain in my chest would be as easily solved.

I opened the door and stepped out. I froze when I spotted a familiar figure leaning against the wall across from me.

Dean Valentine.

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(Deans POV)

She looked like a caught rabbit.

Angela's eyes widdened with surprise, shock then awareness. She was such a funny girl. To me, no matter how many times she hid her emotions to others I can always read her like a book.

Huffing, she didn't even question my presence, instead she pretended to not see me and walked passed. I followed silently behind her.

She walked with convidence and grace, a fitting image of a well mannered young lady but I knew better. This girl hid a lot of herself from the world.

"Stop that," she hissed but kept walking, not even turning to look at me.

"Stop what?"

"Following me! Are you some stalker now? As expected since you're that delinquints brother."

I studied the back of her head thoughtfully. Why was it, that she'd always have to act defensive around people as if she'd be afraid to get hurt if she got too close.

"Stop it," she stopped walking and turned to me, glaring.

"What?"

"That," she pointed at my face, "I can never tell what you're thinking cause your face is always glued to be expressionless but I can feel it, the way you look at me, like trying to decode me."

What an amusing girl she was.

I shrugged. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" Angela parroted.

"Yeah."

She threw up her hands, clearly frustrated with me. "You! You are so annoying! Always confusing me! Following me! What do you want?"

"You were crying again."

Angela froze. "No, I wasn't."

I tilted my head, knowing full well she was lying. Such a bad liar. "Yes, you were."

"It's none of your business."

That's what she thought now but in truth, fate had decided for me to watch over this stubborn lonely girl. I reached out my hand and caressed her cheek. This girl needed to be loved. She craved it yet she denied it. What a silly girl.

"Don't touch me!" Angela stepped back, away from my touch. She looked frightened, as if my touch would do something to her.

"I already told you that I wouldn't hurt you." Why must I continue to repeat myself to her?

"And I told you I wouldn't let you get close enough to even get to," she snapped back. "What, do you have a crush on me or something?" She laughed humorlessly. "Oh how cute, Fay Valentines little brother has a crush on me. Look kid, I'm two years older than you. I need a man not a boy. Call me when you grow six inches taller."

How very Angela to pick on peoples weak points. I guess I should have been offended...if I actually cared about our age and height difference. It was really bothersome that she was so close minded to think of it.

I couldn't help wanting to tease her a little.

"Hey-what are you doing?" Angela stepped back as I stepped forward, backing her up against the wall, trapped. I was only about three inches shorter than her but the way she shrank away from me made her seem smaller.

"I may be just a boy to you," I hovered my lips close to her ear, "but I'm man enough to know a womans weakness."

I could feel her whole body tense at my declaration. She was such a funny girl, too fun to tease. Her reactions to everything were too cute.

"I-I don't know what you mean."

I lifted a brow, "No?" I leaned closer, breathing against her ear, "would you like me to show you?"

Her whole face turned red but her nose was brighter. I couldn't help it, my lips twitch and I forced the laugh I was holding into a soft chuckle.

"You're making fun of me!" Angela placed her plams on my chest and pushed me away, ticked. "You-you-you weirdo! You perv!"

I shurgged. "I couldn't resist myself."

She pressed a hand aganist the ear I had been whispering to a moment ago. Angela looked so adorable, standing there confused and obviously too aware of me. How cute.

"I swear, you really are Fays brother!"

"My sister and I have different personalities." Right now, I was more of a sadistic bully than Fay will ever be. I studied Angela's face and was relieved to see that she was much livelier than before. She had color back to her face. I didn't like to see her cry and knowing that she cried over another man made me feel...restless.

Fate gave me this girl to take care of...to protect and so I shall. Even if she ends up hating me for it.

"Go away," she growled. "You're soooo annoying!"

I reached out and patted her head. "Okay, I'll leave."

She blinked at me, surprised. "What, you'll leave me? Just like that?"

"What?" I lifted an amused brow, ''you want me to stay with you?"

Angela blushed, her nose turning a deep shade of red. It was so endearing, seeing her like this. "No! You can go!'

I ruffled her hair. "I'll see you later, Ange."

I walked passed her, aware of her eyes staring after me. Such an amusing girl. I chuckled. It would be entertaing...catching her. I look forward to it.

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(Angela's POV)

Dean Valentine was so..so...so infuriating!

I glared at his retreating back, angry at him for teasing me and angry with myself for actually reacting to it. He was such a bully! That perv.

I rubbed my right ear, the ear that had felt the sensation of his warm breath. It was silly of me to have reacted that way. He was just a kid, two years younger than me. I couldn't let him show me up like this. Shattering all my defenses.

I'll definiatly have to get him back for this! I grabbed the purse I dropped and walked the opposite direction from him. Freaking Dean Valentine...I touched my cheek. I could still feel his gentle caress. Like he was soothing a skitish animal. That's what I probably looked like to him.

Gah! I absolutely wont let him corner me like that again! I paused, steps faultering. Funny, being around Dean made me forget my troubles...Jason. I shook my head. It didn't mean anything. I just meant thay Fay's younger brother was just as annoying as she was. What an idiot pair, those sibblings.

I touched my ear again, a funny feeling warming my belly. Dean was such a perverted idiot...

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Cookie: I had to write this chapter between Angela and Dean. They're such an odd yet cute pair. LOL. Though he's pretty popular, It's hard for people to know what Dean's thinking since he's so stoic all the time. One thing they have right is that he's more wise and mature for his age. A very perceptive boy. I like his laid back(the world is so boring)nonchalont attitude. It's interesting and mysterious. And he tend to know things that most people wouldn't. Sixth sence? *Shrugs*XD But I got a better understanding of Dean's personality as I wrote his POV. Even I didn't expect that he's come out as such a tease. LOL, though he probably only does it to Angela...maybe. He seems to like seeing her all flustered over him. Naughty boy. Haha. 

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