I Wish Fate Won't Play Games

Chapter 6

Darien coughed. The girls looked at him. " Oh my god," Raye gasped. Lita clutched at the doorframe, with her jaw dropped and her hair still stood up, though the ends were a bit limp. Mina just peered around Andrew's shoulder and whistled. " Not bad, Darien," she smiled brightly.

" Out!" Darien ordered, and quickly pulled a towel on.

" Serena, c'mon!" Raye gestured with her thumb for her to get up and out.

Serena just sunk lower into the lukewarm water, until her chin grazed the water's surface.

" Serena?" Lita questioned, fingers trying to pat her hair down.

Serena just shook her head, and stayed where she was.

" Well!" Mina exclaimed cheerfully. " I think she wants to stay where she is. Let's just get out of their way!" She pushed the other two girls into another room. Looking back she winked at Serena in the bathtub, Darien in a towel, and Andrew still numb staring.

" Mind telling me what this is all about, Dare?" Andrew asked, recovering.

" Can I get out?" Serena whispered.

" Yes," Darien raised an eyebrow and gave a meaningful look at the parts of her body under the water.

" Oh," Serena placed her hands on her shoulders, trying to cover her chest with her arms, which was still submerged in water. She frowned. " You two! Out!" She was finally getting ticked off; when she noticed that her fingers were all wrinkled.

Darien just gave her a satisfied smile, and leaned against the wall, just wearing the towel that he clutched with his hand.

Out of the corner of her eye, Serena spied something yellow. Grabbing the hateful yellow ducky, she threw it angrily at Darien. Too bad her aim wasn't all that great. It hit Andrew straight on the forehead with a great big clunk.

Oddly enough, the rubber ducky actually hurt Andrew. " Ow!" he cried, and rubbed his forehead.

" Ahh, are you okay Andrew?" Serena rushed out of the tub, to him, and looked up trying to see if she did any damage. " I didn't mean to throw it at you! It was meant for Darien. Oh! Did I throw it too hard? Are you okay? Andrew?" Serena rattled on, then noticed that he wasn't rubbing his forehead anymore, and was staring. " What?" she waved her hand around his face worriedly.

Darien coughed. " What?" Serena exclaimed, confused. Darien's eyes just traveled around her chest and stomach. " Oh, my god!" Serena cried, and tried to run back into the tub.

" Whoa, whoa. Hold on," Darien chuckled, grabbing her wet arm.

" Wha-" Serena's mouth was filled with cotton. Darien had thrown her a thick cotton towel. " Thanks," she whispered, and wrapped it around her.

Andrew was still staring at her, jaw dropped. Serena looked up at Darien, and thought she saw his eye twitch.

" Okay, out Andy," Darien demanded, pointing his finger.

Numb, Andrew walked out. He was mumbling to himself. " First naked Darien, then flying duck, then…whoa," he muttered, and clutched his head.

Darien walked over and shut the door. Serena couldn't believe it. " What! Out Darien! Let me take my shower!" she demanded, feeling a bit irritated.

He just smiled and leaned against the wall, still holding the towel wrapped around his waist. Serena couldn't help but notice the strong stomach and tanned skin. She looked up and saw the glittering awareness in his eyes. She sighed. " Please?" she asked, tired.

Darien walked over, and ran his fingers through her damp blonde hair. He leaned in close, and brushed his lips against her forehead. " You stink," he teased. " I'll leave some clothes for you to change into behind the door," he informed her as he walked out and shut the door.

Serena sighed in relief. She leaned against the wall for a minute and closed her eyes. She heard the door open once again. She opened one eye. " Wha-" she asked, when she saw Darien's head peek in.

" Just wanted to leave an extra towel for you," he said.

She didn't notice the glimmer of mischief in his eyes. " Thanks," she said, and her jaw drop when he unwrapped the towel from his hips and tossed it at her.

" Have a nice shower," he drawled, and closed the door gently.

Serena ran her fingers down the towel. Soft cotton. Then she dropped it on the floor. Pulling off her clothes, she drained the old water, and turned on the shower. Stepping in, she smiled with happiness as the hot water hit against her back. Closing her eyes, she reminiscence while she cleansed herself with the soap.

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It was scary. I walked into the cafeteria and was surrounded by a throng of screaming students. Quietly, shifting the backpack on my shoulder, I walked past the tables and out the door. I thought that I might be able to get some peace and quiet, while I ate outside. How wrong I was. It had even more swarming masses of students. Picking my way through, I headed towards a lone tree in the corner of the courtyard. Leaning my back against the tree, I settled into its shelter, and got busy getting out my lunch. I got as far as biting into my Granny Smith apple, when I heard someone settle next to me. Chewing, I turned. Gulping, I whispered a hi to Darien.

He shrugged. " Figured you'd want to met some friends," he said, and gestured to the group around them.

They all seemed nice, although a bit too wild and loud for me. His friends began to wander off one by one to play or talk with others. It surprised me that they seemed to mingle well with so many people, when clearly they were rebels. I was figuring out a way to phrase the question to Darien, when he caught my curious look.

" We're popular," he said simply. " Want some gum?" he asked, taking out a pack of Juicy Fruit from his jacket pocket.

I shook my head. " Want something to eat?" I gestured with my half-eaten apple at my lunch bag.

" Sure," he said, and leaned over. He took a big bite out of my apple.

I blinked. I looked at him, and saw his testing look. Staring right back, I took a bite, right next to his bite mark. He wrapped his hand around mine, which was holding the apple, and took a bite. I pulled back, surprised at the touch. Glaring at his arrogance, I threw the half eaten apple at him.

" Is that a forfeit?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I didn't know what to say. His friends then came running over, whopping and jeering at each other. I walked quietly away, still feeling his eyes on my back.

~

Serena ran her fingers through her hair. " All clean," she thought, and turned off the water. Stepping out, she dried her feet on Darien's towel and wrapped herself around another. Opening the door, she looked down and there was the pile of clothes Darien promised would be there. Picking it up, Serena shut the door. She dried her hair with a towel, and looked through the clothes. She blinked. It wasn't clothes, plural. It was just a simple flannel shirt. Putting it on, and buttoning it, she found that it covered everything until her knees. She bit her lip, as she stared at her dirty, wet pile of clothes. She had her underwear on, but her other garments were just too wet or dirty. " I guess this will have to do," Serena thought. Grabbing her clothes, she stepped out of the bathroom to look for Darien and a washing machine.

Walking, she found him in the small living room on a couch in front of a hearty fire. His hair was wet, and face pink from scrubbing. He turned and smiled at her as she stepped in. He patted the spot next to him. Serena lifted up the pile of dirty clothes in her hands.

" Just put it on the floor, I'll deal with it later," he said. He patted the spot next to him again.

" Okay," Serena hesitated, and then did as she was told. She sat on the couch and curled up next to him. She rested her head on his bare shoulder, and he ran his fingers lightly through her damp hair.

" Okay!" Raye walked in, ticked off. " Tell me what's going on!" She stood with her hands on her hips.

" Yea!" Andrew stepped in, with a bright pink mark on his forehead.

Serena remembered that she brought something else along with her clothes. She untangled herself from Darien's arms, and walked to her pile of clothes on the floor. She picked the item up. " It's the stupid yellow ducky!" she told Raye, and dropped it in her hands. She sat back on the couch, and closed her eyes as she coiled up next to Darien. " Wonder what's Raye going to do," she thought. Pictures spun in her mind, like a raging tornado. It slowed a pit, and like a filmstrip, scenes flashes one by one. There was a flying yellow duck, a flying Darien, and…a mad Raye sitting in the rain.

To Be Continued….

A/N: Yahz, I know this wasn't very funny. I'm sick, but I figured I might as well update for you guys. So, please review? Oh, and I got a new fic out if you hadn't read it. It's called My Grandfather's Sword. And if you would like to join my mailing list, please tell me.