Cain

"The three amigos. Nice. So why didn't one of you end up with her? You must know everything about her. Or would that have caused too much of a breech in the group?" Guys were so silly when it came to things like that. As much as they complained about women having their rules, men had just as many.

"The Fates huh? Is that how you choose your significant others? Let them pick for you? That is so lame." She remembered hearing something about that. A race of people who's mates were chosen by the fates. What were they? Her brain was going a mile a minute.

"Free will is an illusion. We are ruled by the most primitive of things. Nature. We are all driven by the need to eat, drink, mate, et cetera. And the fates put people in our paths to see what we'll do. They know the choices we'll make before we make them. It's sad really. Everything in our lives is predictable. History repeats itself over and over again in different times and places in different ways." She stared out the window for a moment. Then she blushed. "Sorry. My mouth just runs away with my mind sometimes."

She laughed. "I'm a nerd. I read too much and I think too much. My father doesn't exactly like those qualities about me. I swear if he could arrange my marriage and get away with it he would. He's very old fashioned. My brother thinks it's a plus though. He's always been on my side."

She giggled. "While I thank you for saying that, you must understand his background. He is full blooded Egyptian. My mother was, as weird as this sounds, Egyptian-Japanese. Their marriage was arranged by their fathers and a dowry was given. So in order for me to get married, my father would not only have to approve it but the man would have to ask him for his permission and wait three years."

"Honestly? I think it's bullshit. I should be able to marry whoever I fall in love with. This is America. I was born and raised here. But on the other hand, he is my father and I have to respect his wishes. I wouldn't mind the wooing part. But then again, I'm a teenage girl." She giggled and blushed. In reality what woman wouldn't want to be sought after and lusted for? That was half the fun.

"I just worry about angering him." She spoke before she thought about what she was saying. "Oh god! Not that he beats us or anything. He'd just be angry. And I have such a good relationship with him that it would kill me. He wouldn't but the loss of that connection. Please don't think badly of him." Damnit! One word to the principal and she could be taken away from him and then he would be incarcerated for no reason. She wasn't thinking straight and just wanted to get the point across to him so she grabbed his hand. As soon as she did electricity ran through her body so hard that she shivered. The feeling came from him. Was he a Mage of some sort? It was nice, like a tingly pleasure teasing all her nerve endings. She let go as quickly as she had grabbed him.