She is the damsel in distress. The beauty queen. The one with porcelain skin, soft enough to get tainted by a touch. She has eyes filled with innocence, reflecting her purity.

I am the witch. The evil, cunning creature who tries her best to destroy her.

He is the savior, the Prince Charming. He loves me –or so he has said a million times to me. He is what drives me to the depths of insanity. And whenever I fall, he catches me. And sometimes, sometimes I hate him for that. He is the burning magnet, and I am the iron fly.

And then there are those three. They stand side by side. The one standing in the middle is the bane of my existence. He's everything I need to stay away from. He is an enigma, he cannot be solved. He has no end, no start. He isn't alive, he's not dead. He is never with me, but is always there.

But the other two are polar opposites. One hates me, the other loves me. He also loved her once, and she still does, I guess.

But then those two come. They're not powerful, they have no magic. But they are responsible for the way I am.

And in this whole burning violet fire, we stand. The trees of despair shadow us, the grass keeps us burning, the wind keeps us screaming. And while this cycle runs round and round, we shuffle, falling at each other, crying, screaming, and begging. We hold each other, we throw each other. And it's sometimes difficult to figure out who is going to stay and who is going to leave us.

I am caged in my own emotions. I can never be as beautiful as her. She is an angel. And compared to her, I'm just a dark, enigmatic, confusing creature.

She is the rainbow with treasure buried inside her, and I? I'm just a black butterfly.

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I'm close to touching it. It's so close, just so close. I can feel my fingers brushing against it, its golden light illuminating the darkness around me.

"Don't you remember who you are, Gelicia?"

"Huh?" I wake up with a jolt at her voice. But it's just my high school room I'm in.

I see Gloria rushing around, looking for her socks, her green eyes frantically scanning every corner of the room. I watch her doing so for a few moments, not realizing the reason of her hurriedness.

Instead, my mind wanders to my dream again. It always feels so real, so amazing. But I'm… I'm not in the crib woven from leaves now, instead, I am in my bed sheets.

I yawn loudly, stretching my arms above my head.

My blonde roommate stops, and with incredulous expressions says, "Why are you still in bed? We need to get ready, Glee! Get dressed!" Her bangs, with streaks of green and pink running through them, are pinned in a puff. Even her eyelashes are donned with neatness.

She's unusually neat today with her pink and black outfit.

I say, "The time changed, Glow."

"Well, yeah, but I do want to get there early –so, Ms. Glee Thornton, get ready!" My roommate pulls me out of my bed, ignoring my protests.

But no matter how much normal I act, I'm not. And soon, I won't need to pretend.

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Everyone is ready. Every single one. What the hell is wrong with these girls?

Just for a new student, who is, as informed by the resident gossip queens, the 'new hottielicious cupcake' of Woodcreak High. Most of them caught a glimpse of him when he started the school two days ago. For some 'unfortunate' reason, he left the school by the end of third period. And he's coming back today.

Why does it even matter? Now, don't get me wrong, I love eyeing hot candies, but even I don't go to this extent. And I'm the slut here.

"Hey."

This melodious voice belongs to the thief of my heart.

I turn around, butterflies exploding in my belly, and come face to face with none other than Kevin Millers.

5"7, Kevin is exactly two inches taller than me. And probably thinner than me. He is an eye-candy. A delicious eye candy.

Only, he is gay. Thus his presence here.

"Oh, hey." I smile, tucking my brown curls behind my ears. Kevin isn't really the love of my life, but more like an obsession I need to continue for survival.

"Heard this guy can compete Keith." He says. I laugh.

"Anyone can compete Keith." Keith is the 'It Boy'. And if the new guy is like the fountain of homophobia called Keith Jordan, then I got no reason to stay here.

Or maybe I do.

Kevin's face lights up, and his sheer joy keeps my feet glued to the ground.

"He's here!" The green haired boy jumps, and his shirt rides up a bit, teasing me with a single glimpse of the taut, white skin of his stomach.

Why couldn't he be straight?

There's a gush of excitement in the air as a new car stops. Everyone, including the gay boy beside me gape as the subject of gossips steps out.

I gape for a different reason.

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2: When the red stars kiss the blue skies

Chapter One –When the red stars kiss the blue skies

I abhor Wednesdays.

In sixth grade, I got short attendance due to remaining absent on Wednesdays.

In my senior year, I will do no such thing.

"Hey, Glee?" Malice waves her hand at the mirror, attempting to grab my attention.

I nod to let her know that yes, I'm listening to your crap.

"Hey, you're not listening!" She whines. I sigh, looking up at the mirror, taking in how comfortable she looks on my bed while I occupy a plastic chair.

I glare at her through the mirror. She pouts. "You're no fun."

"I know."

Malice rolls her eyes and stands up, walking over to me. Like the way she always leans against me, my brunette friend does, her head resting on my shoulder. "Why are you upset?"

I sigh, "No reason."

"Fine! If you don't want to talk, I'm okay with that. Just call me when you're not acting like an emo anymore." Again, she rolls her exotic blue eyes and leaves, sighing as if I just told her to teach me ninth-grade Math again.

Boy was she tired that year.

Even after my friend leaves, I don't stand up. I continue sitting there, watching myself in the mirror. And now that I observe the tiny changes, his arrival was predictable.

My curls aren't as curly as they used to be. My narrow, brown eyes are now flecked with red, as if fire is surrounding them.

And I hate to say this, but I look dead pale.

So, soon, my magic too, will be returning.

I know what all this means.

Boy do I hate Wednesdays.

The students in the corridor chat constantly. Neroha Kerrie rolls her eyes at my jaded expressions. I wink at her.

Just to annoy.

The blonde tosses her locks, rolling her mascara-lined grey eyes at me, and pushes her insanely huge bosom against the boy standing in front of her.

I send a flying kiss at her way, again, just to annoy her.

"You know, tormenting people isn't a good thing."

There's a tiny moment my nerves almost freeze during, but I suppress it.

I ignore his voice and continue taking agile steps toward my English class. His tanned arm snakes around my waist, and I inhale deeply.

"Leave me." I grit.

Leaning down to match my much shorter height, Ryan whispers over the shell of my ear, "So soon?"

"I said LEAVE ME!" I push him. A moment later I realize that all the students are staring at me. Oh, my bad. Staring at us.

Ryan smirks as I momentarily lose my composure. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me close, flushing our chests, and placing a kiss on my forehead, loudly apologizes, "C'mon baby, I know you're angry at me. I promise never to be late again at our date nights." His lips, hot and fleshy, run across my skin, and I clench my fists as an unfamiliar sensation runs through me. Mixed with lust, there is a deep urge to hurt him, to destroy him.

When everybody finally starts looking away, he smirks, and at the corner of my lips, whispers, "Don't forget who has the upper hand here."

I don't even know when my hand clasps his wrist and tightens its grip around it, but when I do realize, I glance at it smugly, and looking up into his eyes, I say, "Maybe I do."

And for a minute our eyes lock, and it's different from all the other times. It's not like how I cried in front of him when I got sick of him calling me fat, or like how I slapped him for beating me in the writing competition through unfair means.

His cockiness returns and all that I felt in that half-minute suddenly vanishes. From being alone in the whole universe, we're suddenly back to the school corridor, with him being the cocky asshole he always has been and I being just as stubborn as I was in seventh standard.

Only, unlike seventh standard, I now know this isn't love.

This is war.

And he is my enemy.

As I exit my English class, I bump into a girl.

She so happens to be the one I despise.

"Oh, Glee!" Diana smiles that bright smile of hers, as if nothing has happened. And God, I hate it when people I don't like are goddamn taller than me!

With a roll of my brown eyes which are nothing compared to her silver ones, I pass by her, intentionally shoving her. I don't notice her trip.

After I take two or three steps, a voice, in her defense, shouts, "You are a real bitch, aren't you?"

I turn around, and winking at Sharon, send a flying kiss, "Always been, babes."

I continue walking, and bump into another person's chest.

Again, it happens to be the head of the group 'people Glee wants to avoid'.

I look up at Ethan, and sigh as he gives me another one of his love-sick looks. His hands are suddenly on my arms, and pull me close, shocking me for a moment.

With wide eyes, I'm about to speak, when he starts, "Oh God Glee! I heard that the asshole is troubling you. Just tell me if that's true and I'll fucking-

"Wellington, Wellington, calm down!" I say, removing his hands. Distancing myself away, I look in another direction, and coldly say, "He isn't troubling me."

"But that guy said-

"What that guy said," I look at him, straight in his eyes, "about me and Washington, is none of your concern!"

"It is Glee, it is!" Desperation laces his tone, as his begging eyes lock with my unforgiving ones, and he softly says, so no one in the audience of our little corridor drama notices, "Everything happening to you is my business!"

I step closer, and pulling his collar down, seriously tell him, "It was, Wellington. It was. When you didn't cheat on me and made me what I am right now."

"Glee, I didn't do it intentionally-

"But you did, Ethan, you did!" I leave his collar, and straightening my body, say, "You did. And you are my criminal, Wellington, you."

We are silent. Thankfully, Keith the asshole comes and interrupts our silent eye-to-eye chat, "Hey man!" Slapping Ethan on the back, the 6''2 white-blonde grins.

Noticing me, Keith forces a smile, "Slut."

He earns a glare from Ethan at the same time as I reply, "Manwhore."

Smiling at me with his hatred for ruining his best friend –or so he thinks, although the situation is quite contrary –he drags Ethan away, and I do not grace them with another glance.

But I feel Ethan's eyes on my back till I'm out of his sights.

"Hey, give it back!"

"It's just a freaking book!" I laugh as Kathy lunges at me, and while trying to snatch her book we push someone hard enough to make them drop their food.

I bite my lip as Bruna throws daggers at me and the blonde.

"Sorry." We both apologize. Bruna sighs and mutters, "'S fine."

I behave and return my blue-eyed friend her Math book and smile at Bruna, "My treat?"

She smiles, "Nah. It's fine. I'm not really hungry." Tucking her dyed scarlet curls behind her pierced ear, she sighs.

I exchange a look with Kathy. After sparing another concerned look at Bruna, Kathy finally asks, "Um, Bru, you okay?"

She suddenly jolts from her daze, and after recovering quickly smiles, "Oh yes, yes, of course."

I cringe, "Bru, you're a good singer… not an actor."

Pouting, Bruna mutters, "That's the problem."

"Huh?"

Rolling her eyes, which she does whenever she is pretending to be totally 'whatever' about a situation, she says, "So, this guy, Chase…"

"Chaaase?" We encourage.

"Chase is the lead for Romeo and Juliet."

Oh.

Taking a sip from my water bottle, I complete her sentence, "And Juliet is, as usual, Diana."

"Yeah." Bruna sighs again. Pouting again, she continues, "And you know how Chase is crazy 'bout her… I mean, who can possibly forget that he used sing love songs whenever she entered the class! He freaking wrote her a love letter with his blood!"

I nod.

Smiling at the scarlet-haired beauty, I ask after pondering over a sudden idea.

"Is it okay if I am Juliet instead of her?"

Stars, in the sky, are upset. They're crying. I can feel it.

Science believes that stars are just planets, just bodies. The reality, though, is different.

There is a story behind this.

I don't know the story.

I remember Kerisqo telling me once that whenever a crystal-blood like me is close to get his or her powers fully, a group of stars always surrounds the area he or she is in. Once they find out the shape of the group, like a constellation, but still different, they get the answer to that one question which is most important in their life.

I wonder what my answer is. I wonder what my question is.

"Oresto kino lese, emeto resote…

Inesto kemontre we, enloste me…"

I look up, and, even in the most isolated place anyone could ever find in the entire area of our prestigious high school, I'm not alone.

He stands in front of me, leaning against a tree, his smirk intact.

"Oresto kino lese, emeto resote

Inesto kemontre we, enloste me…"

I chuckle mirthlessly, "Are you making fun of me again? What does this stupid song even mean?"

He doesn't reply, just looks at me with those blood red eyes, with no white and black, and smiles sadistically.

I nod at him, agreeing with his silent words.

"Yes, I'm stupid. I know people hate me, and I know I'm a pathetic excuse of a strong person."

There's no line of sympathy visible on his face.

"But you know what? I'm not cheap like you. I don't make people go mad. I don't mess with their heads."

With tears he is only capable of calling in my eyes, I stand up and turn around, trying to wipe away the image of his knowing smile at my last words.

We both know what a big lie it was.

Even for me.