Stella's POV:

Well my parents have told me a lot about how mean Victor was, but he is so nice to me and I could tell by my gut that he would never do anything to hurt me. It seemed my mommy also knew it to.*in victor's office*

"What do you want to do today sweetie?" Victor asked.

"It seems that you don't have anything to do hear can we go for a walk?" I asked

"Well lets go ask your parents because I don't know if they want us to leave the house," Victor said.

So we went find my mommy and daddy and they agreed to let us go for a walk in the park. On the way to the park we meet up with this very old looking lady and she was the worst looking creature on the earth. She had pitiful blonde choppy hair and ugh the wrinkles on this lady looked worse than victor's to me. Victor told me to stay away but she came up to us an she asked who is was.

"Who am I?" I asked the old lady with an attitude. "Who are you?"

"I asked first but I'm Vera?" she said.

"Well I'm Fabian and Nina's daughter why do you need to know its none of your business anyway!" I said giving her a sassy smirk.

"Now Stella no need to be mean, but let's get away from her," victor cut in.

When we left Vera all by herself she looked mad at me for being so sassy to her.

Nina's POV:

I walk into class and take a seat next to Fabian. He's fishing through his bag for something, frantically.

"Whatcha lookin' for?" I ask Fabian.

He turns to look at me. He has that cute frown that he always gets when he's concentrating. I can also see tiny beads of sweat lining his forehead.

"Fabian…what's wrong? You're starting to scare me. I knew we shouldn't have come back to school! Let' go h—,"

"No, it's not that. I think I left my Maths textbook back at the house. How long do we have until class?"

"Roughly three minutes," I say.

"Okay…I'll try to be back in time."

"But it takes ten minutes just to get there and back! You've never been tardy in your life!"

"I'll risk it…" Fabian says, getting up and walking out the door.

Fabian doesn't come back the whole class. I was starting to get worried. Did he fall? Did he pass out, overusing his energy? Did he die?

I guess some of those are unreasonable…well, the dying part is. I guess the mother side of me makes me worry.

Two hours later, Fabian still hasn't come back. It's lunch time, and I'm getting worried out of my mind. I had to put on deodorant twice.

When I am about to take a bite of my burger, my phone sings Fabian's text tone.

Sorry I didn't come back for class…skipping the rest of the day, because I didn't want to be marked tardy…, it read.

I smile to myself. My little nerdy fiancé. He always makes his texts so formal, like old women (if old women know how to text?). He also was nerdy enough to believe that one tardy would affect his college and job applications.

I shake my head and continue my lunch.