Third Person 

Frankie walked out from her room with a frown plastered on her lips. "Do you know how uncomfortable it is to sleep with handcuffs!" she exclaimed, dragging her feet down the wooden stairs. She spent most of the night trying to find a comfortable position that wouldn't irritate her hands.

"I'm sorry, Franks!" Imi said, inhaling her breakfast on the kitchen island. "I would unlock them for you if Rebel told me where the keys were," she whispered since Rebel was in the kitchen. Rebel heard every word as he flipped the pancake that was streaming in the pan.

"I'll tell you where they are," he answered, picking up the pancake with his spatula and placing it on a plate. "Once I can trust you won't tell Frankie," he stated, bringing the plate over to the island. Imogen playfully rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at him when he turned back. 

Imogen lifted herself from the chair, walking over to Rebel and placing her hands on his shoulders. "Lighten up! Frankie hasn't messed up at all this week." Rebel decided to let Frankie go to school without the handcuffs. When they arrived home, Rebel was a complete mess, thinking she was going to hurt someone again but she showed him.

"I think I deserve to go to the homecoming dance," Frankie mumbled, consuming the pancakes quickly. During the week, she bought herself a loose colorful dress for the decade's theme dance. Imogen glanced at Frankie's pancakes, trying to nibble on them. "Hey, you already had your own," Frankie giggled, whacking her hands away.

"Yeah, but Rebel didn't burn yours!" Imogen narrowed her eyes at the back of Rebel's head. "Are you sure about going to the dance?" Imogen wondered, looking deep into her chestnut-colored eyes.    

"Yes! I want to have some fun," she cheered, waving her hands in the air. "And not be handcuff all day in my bed," she scowled towards Rebel, pretending to stab her fork into his back. Frankie tapped her phone, seeing the bright screen appear and noticing what time it was. "Damn it we're going to be late," her eyes widened, shoving the last pieces of pancakes down her throat. She dragged her feet towards Rebel, tapping his back and looking at her handcuffs. 

"Oh, right," Rebel said, dropping the pans into the sink and started to walk towards the stairs. Frankie followed, leaving Imogen alone watching a cartoon on the television. Rebel had the key hidden in his room, behind his favorite shoes that he always kept in his room. Frankie was waiting in the hall for her wrist to be free. 

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"Finally!" Imogen proclaimed, basically jumping up from the couch, "We are currently missing 2nd period and they started playing this stupid cartoon who just made me all aggravated."

"You don't even like chemistry," Frankie laughed, picking up her platform shoes.

"True but I was aiming to at least pass one class," Imogen said, slipping her feet into her black flats. "Are you dropping us off?"   

Rebel came down with his signature leather jacket folded on his shoulders. Frankie couldn't tear her eyes from his well-defined biceps that were on full display because of his tank top. Rebel felt her gaze fixed upon him, her lips slightly parted and her cheeks burning. 

"Yes, let's go! I'm going to be late for work," he commented, grabbing his keys from the island and walking towards the girls. 

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"Bye," they both said in unison, rushing out of the car to the front doors. Imogen waved at Kenny who sneakily opened the door, helping them not to receive a detention slip. Imogen and Frankie fisted pumped the security guard, walking in to see the halls crowded with students. They just so happen to make it before third period started. 

Imogen led the way, nudged all the students out of their way, and walking to their lockers. Imogen punched in her combination and reached in to grab her English book. She felt a slight tap on her shoulders, turning her head and seeing her beautiful friend.

She batted her long eyelashes, "How dare you leave alone in chemistry," Kylie complained, slouching her shoulders. 

Imi bit her lips. "Sorry, I'll make it up to you!" Imogen promised, crossing her fingers across her chest.

"Yeah, you better!" Kylie laughed, leaning over on Drew's locker. 

"Hey, Kylie," Frankie beamed, placing her head onto Imi's shoulder. Instantly Kylie's smile left her face, her heart started racing and the aura shifted from bright to uncomfortable. Imogen licked her lips, trying to read Kylie's expressions.

Kylie sluggishly waved her hand, "Hi, Frankie," nonchalant laced in her tone. "I actually have to go..." she lifted herself from the locker and started backing away slowly. "See you later, Imogen," she waved goodbye, flashing a smile towards Imi and ignoring Frank's gaze.        

Frankie removed her head from Imi's shoulder, feeling like crying from embarrassment. She wanted to shove her face in the locker and hide her pink cheeks from everyone.

"She will come around Franks," Imogen reassured, rubbing her back. Frankie sighed, grabbing her precalculus book and slamming her locker. 

"Yeah, sure she will," she mumbled, dragging her feet towards class, leaving Imogen alone. Imogen tried explaining everything to Kylie which surprisingly went well and she actually believed everything she told her. Kylie understands that Frankie wasn't controlling herself but she could have died because of her. To be honest, Kylie is scared of her.    

Kylie rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She went in front of the sink, tapping the faucets for the water to pour out. She leaned down placing her hands in the sink and washed her face. She took a deep breath, feeling her heart start to beat it's normal rate again. She glanced up at the mirror, realizing all her make up was ruined.

She grabbed a paper towel, drying her face and removing the makeup that was ruined. She looked down at the dirty towel but her vision started becoming cloudy. She felt her mind spinning around causing her stomach to twist and turn. She moved the towel closer then farther away not being able to see it clearly. 

Her chest became aching, searching for air to enter her lungs. Her hands quivering and her legs starting to lose feeling. Kylie felt like a ribbon slowly falling to the ground. She didn't feel herself hit the ground, it felt like an endless black hole, and now all she see's is darkness.

Suddenly her eyes fluttered open, squinting due to bright lights coming through the window. She picked herself, stumbling to the mirror and looking at her face. Her hands shot up to her face, feeling around but Kylie wasn't moving her hands.

Kylie opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Her eyes stared at herself in the mirror, her lips closed but she was screaming in her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force herself out of this nightmare but when they fluttered open. Everything was the same. She was stranded in her own mind while someone took over her body.

"I'm going to have fun with you," she smirked at her reflection but inside Kylie was screaming for help.

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Frankie, Imogen, and Lucas were sitting in their crowded lunchroom. After gym class, Imogen and Frankie were ready to consume a five-course meal but were stuck with aged-school food. Imogen didn't care, basically inhaling her tacos satisfying her stomach. 

Frankie scrunched her face. "I don't understand how you could stomach that," she commented, wanting to throw up. She lost her appetite and passing her chips towards Imogen, who would consume literally anything.

"When you're hungry, you eat!" Imi mumbled, shoving the last piece of the taco into her mouth. Lucas enjoyed watching his girlfriend, these small moments bought a smile to his face. He handed her a napkin which she received and cleaned her face.

Imogen and Lucas were talking to each other with their eyes, not realizing who appeared next to them. "So are we going to the dance tonight?" Drew hovered over the table while playing with his apple.

"I've been trying to convince Lucas," Imogen playfully nudged his shoulder. During gym, Frankie was able to convince Imi into going to the dance. It was the last dance of junior year together and they should go out celebrating it.

Lucas smiled, shaking his head "Fine, I'll go!" he answered causing Imogen to planted a kiss on his cheek. He could feel the burning sensation coming from that area, even after several months dating. She can always make his heart skip a beat and turn pink from just a simple kiss. 

Drew threw his apple up in the air, catching it and taking a bite. "Good or I would have to drag you," Drew teased, having his eyes drifting over to his team who were yelling his name across the lunchroom.

"Hey, Imogen! This might sound super weird," her eyes glanced up at her classmate. "But there's someone looking for you and really excited to meet you tonight during the dance!" she beamed. Imogen scrunched her eyebrows, her eyes flickering between her friends.  

Imogen giggled nervously, feeling herself start to clam up. "Who is looking for me?" Imogen mustered up, wondering why her heart is suddenly beating rapidly. 

The long-haired girl smiled, leaning in closer. "Taisla," she confessed. Imogen's eyes widened, feeling her heart sink to her stomach and her hands trembling in fear. 

Imogen's eyes blinked faster as her mouth struggled to form words. "I'm s-sorry, what did you just say," she forced out, biting the life out of her lip.

"Taisla," she repeated, making the group feel like they have just since a ghost. 

"Where is she?" Frankie said, knowing how Imogen was feeling inside. The girl shrugged her shoulders and skipped away to her little friends. Imogen felt like a bomb went off, the only thing calming her nerves were Lucas's fingers forming circles on her back.

"I think we should still go to the dance and find her," Drew interjected.

Imogen leaned over onto Frankie's shoulder, wanting to feel her best friend's support."How do you expect us to do that? We don't even know how she looks like," Lucas questioned.

"I doubt she will look like an ordinary teenager," Drew argued.

"You were so sure the dance was safe. Doesn't look too safe now does it," Lucas commented, glaring towards the best friends. Frankie narrowed her eyes towards his direction, wanting to punch him. She just wanted to enjoy her last dance for the year and Taisla had to come to ruin it.

Imogen lifted her head from her comfortable place. "Do we have a plan?" Imogen asked, glaring into all of their eyes.

Frankie's anxiety rushed through her veins, her teeth biting her lip. "I'm the plan! I have enough magic running through me to kill her," she explained.

"How do you know that?" Imogen questioned.

"Katherine told Rebel and he told me. I can take her and I'll be glad to help my best friend," Frankie smiled, wrapping her arms around Imi's shoulders. She squeezed her tightly, missing her loving hugs.

"I'll ask Kylie to sign up Rebel for a chaperone tonight," Imogen said, pushing her tray away from her.

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"Frankie! Frankie!" Rebel chanted, following Frankie upstairs."Frankie!" he repeated, stomping his shoes on the ground.

"What!" Frankie shouted, feeling the anger start flowing through her veins again. She closed her eyes, swallowing in deep breaths before talking again. With every breath, her anger started to disperse; her brown eyes beamed open.

"You know what will happen if you do this!" Rebel exclaimed, looking into her cinnamon-colored eyes. "You could d-," his mouth was covered by Frankie's hand.

"Shhh... Imogen could hear you," she whispered, calmly moving her hands for his mouth. Frankie knew the stakes, but she was willing to do it. "I know I can do it... I will do it!"

"I don't like this idea at all," Rebel confessed, running his fingers through his obsidian colored hair. Frankie's fingers softly swept his hair that was stuck on his forehead. The moment was intensely intimate, causing one hundred tiny butterflies marched to the beat in her heart.

"I'll be fine," she whispered, trying to reassure the worried man. "I'm going to get ready for the dance," she smiled, wiggling her shoulders. She left Rebel alone and worried in the hallway. He knew he couldn't let her go through with it. He will make sure to change her mind before the night.

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