Weeks have passed since the new Blessed arrived. I have started to learn and befriend some of them. There is this short, dark brown hair girl named Amy, she's cool to hang out with. There is also Cole, the guy that in a blink of an eye can move to any place he desires. Dean has his eyes on one of the new boys also. His name is Magnus, and he is one of the three that stay in my room. He's very handsome. Tall, shoulder-length blonde hair and interesting deep scarlet red eyes. He's a very sweet caring guy, just how Dean likes them. Although, Dean is known to be a little bit like a player, so let's just hope he doesn't break this guy's heart. He has another different gift. He can control the mood of people. Dean has been spending a lot of time in

I soak in the warm water of the bathtub. My hands are lightly shaking beneath the water. My body is too and I know that it isn't because I'm cold. Chris. What in the world happened? I kissed Chris. Intense, fire, passion, lust... a perfect symphony of our lips. I can't deny it anymore. I feel something for him. It is intense. I still feel his body pressed on mine, his hands on my hair, my back, caressing me all over. His lips, those juicy full lips, and his delicious blood dancing on my tongue. I shake my head in an attempt to rid it of these thoughts. Thoughts that are deliciously dark and seductive. I grab my towel and get out. As I walk inside my bedroom all is silent. Just the sounds of snoring from a few guys fill the room with noise. I

"This is so not me. You guys always get me in the most revealing things." I look at myself in the full bathroom mirror. The dress is black with a little stone diamond belt. There are no sleeves and the dress ends just before my knees. It was tight and sexy, and I'm going to give Chris a heart attack. It was truly beautiful, but I felt too out there. Exposed."It's not like we forced you to pick it up. You agreed to it. Besides you have a super great body now, Al. Suck it up." Dean yells from the

The couch doesn't warm me up as it did at three in the morning. I sit with my hands on my lap waiting for my mom to say something. After our silent breakfast, Crystal went up to my room. My mom wanted to talk. So we've been like this for a couple of minutes now. I haven't said a word and neither has she. I don't go inside her mind, or speak telepathically, that's what started this awkward silence. I glance at her, and she's looking at me blankly. It's more like she is looking through me like she is in a faraway memory."W-When

After Christmas, everything turns quiet. My mom goes around the house in her usual routine. Cleaning, washing clothes, making dinner, working on her cases. She's a hard-working woman. I help with what I can. Doing the dishes, having my room clean, helping with the laundry. I have never liked being still. I guess I do take after her. The days move slowly. I spend my time helping in the house and in my room. I curl on the bed with my new books, my MacBook, and my cellphone. I text the guys now and then. Penelope is stubbornly wanting to do a New Year's Eve party. I don't know if I'm up to it. After the last party we were, well let's just say, it wasn't the best up to a point.