"Sit down and try not to tear at each other's throats for once in your lives," the receptionist snapped at Drake and Diana. They sat down on the bench outside the counselor's office and glared at each other for a few seconds before their gaze then focused on the girl that walked into the office, followed by a tall man in a suit.

"New student," the man told the receptionist as he placed his hands on the counter and Drakes eyes locked on the gun in its holster inside his jacket.

"PBPD. Why would someone need a police escort? Looks like we just found your long-lost sister," Diana sneered.

Drake shot a glare at her. "Shut up before I smear your face all over this damn school."

"Name?" the receptionist asked without looking up from the computer.

"Dane Davis," the officer replied.

"Records?"

The officer handed a slightly larger than average folder to the receptionist's awaiting hand. She opened it up and glanced over the files. Her eyes widened and she immediately shot a look of fear towards Dane and the officer.

"136 times?" she tried to whisper but her fear caused this phrase to be heard around the office, forcing everyone to stop what they're doing and listen intently.

The officer shot a look at everyone and looked back at the receptionist. "It doesn't need to be discussed at the moment."

"It is if she presents a risk to the other students."

The officer pulled out a bottle of Risperdal. Drake knew exactly what it was. His therapist said if his nightmarish thoughts were becoming more frequent, he would be placed on it. It was stronger than his medication. This meant she was worse than him. Wait till Caine hears this, he thought with a smile.

"One of these twice a day will keep her calm. It will automatically refill at the end of each month and be shipped here. One time you miss the medication she will immediately feel the consequences, so I'd advise that you make sure she continues to get these no matter what." The officer then pulled out a small, clear box filled with syringes with a milky yellow substance and handed it to the receptionist. "Just in case she has an episode."

The receptionists eyes widened and the officer just said, "Don't worry, she's never had one. She's rather quiet and stays out of everyone's way. Her foster parents just don't want to deal with her anymore. And don't worry, she can't talk."

"What do you mean she can't talk?"

"Just read the files," he called out as he left the office and sped off in a police SUV.

The receptionist turned to Dane. "It'll take a few minutes to get your classes and dorm room together so you can just take a seat and make yourself comfortable."

Dane slid into a seat next to Drake in the bench, pulled out her iPod, and soon Drake could hear 'Addicted' by Saving Abel coming from her earphones. He smiled to himself. Good taste in music, he thought.

"Dane?" the receptionist called but Dane wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were closed and head was leaned back, enjoying her music. "Dane," the receptionist called again. "Drake, nudge her."

He nudged her and she immediately shot him a What-Do-You-Want look. "She's calling you." He nodded towards the receptionist, who was holding out her paperwork. Dane just got up, grabbed the papers, and headed for the hallway to the school. But before she completely left the office she looked over at Drake as he was being called into the counselor's office with Diana. He turned to look back at her and she just continued down the hall.