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Fourth Floor Common Room

With nothing to do that morning, Belthazor settled himself in the fourth floor common room, curious to see who the new students on the floor were. He idly flipped through the channels on TV, finding nothing but news, Oprah, and reruns of "Enchanted." ~~He most certainly did not wish "Passions" was on.~~

[OOC: Open to anyone -- say hi to the demon. ;)

ETA: And his raging girlfriend.]

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Student Council was fired and new elections were being held?!

Phoebe was fuming when she slammed out of the dorm room she shared with Cole. She had gone through hell with that last election...stalkers, debates, outing herself as a witch...

How could they?!

She was storming down the hall when she glanced into the common room and saw Cole. She thought about going in there, but she was so angry and he would sense it...

Damn it!

Cole sat up, dropping the remote. "Phoebe? What's wrong?"

Too late to hide now...

Phoebe came in and paced. "They...the new administration...they're firing us! All of us in Student Council are being fired and we have to re-run. And because I'm a junior...I can only be a class reprensentative...they're going to elect a new president!" She clenched her fists. "After all of the hell that I went through...and now...they're taking it away from me!"

"Yeah, not very fair," Cole said mildly, "but hey, now I get more of your time. Job was stressing you out too much anyway."

Phoebe looked at him.

"Cole...after what someone did to you and I was outted...being in that position gave me the ability to try and make sure that shit like that didn't happen."

She looked confused.

"You...you don't want me to run again, do you?"

He shrugged. "It's up to you, of course, but personally, I'd rather you didn't. Takes up too much of your time, stresses you out, and it makes you a target."

Phoebe swallowed and looked at him.

"It takes up too much of my time? How long ahve you felt that way?"

"That's not a huge deal," Cole said. "What I don't like is you making yourself a target, being so visible."

Phoebe stepped back and looked into his eyes.

"You think it makes me a bigger target?"

Cole nodded. "Yeah. You're right there in front of everyone, drawing attention to yourself. Not a good idea. How the hell am I supposed to protect you when you do things like that?"

Phoebe frowned. "Why didn't you tell me all of this, sooner?"

"Because I didn't want to start a fight?" he said, shrugging.

Phoebe clenched her fists at her side.

"It would have been nice to know that my boyfriend was AGAINST me being in the Student Council!"

"Didn't think it was that big of a deal," Cole said. "And now that the Student Council has been dissolved, it's a moot point, right?"

Phoebe narrowed her eyes in thought.

"It doesn't mean it's a moot point, Cole," she said in that soft voice of hers.

"Oh, come on, you don't want to go through that again," Cole said plaintively.

"I worked damn hard to get that position and I worked my ass off while I was president."

"So now you can relax and pay more attention to me," Cole said, smiling.

Phoebe's jaw dropped in shock when he said that.

"I...I can what?"

She couldn't have heard him correctly.

"So now you can relax and pay more attention to me," he repeated happily. "And you'll be closer to me so I can protect you more easily."

Phoebe didn't even stop to allow herself time to think and calm down. She clenched her fist and swung right at his face.

"I can now pay more..." She was so furious she was probably sputtering.

"Ow!" Cole said, rubbing his jaw. "What'd you do that for?"

Phoebe might have been tempted to hit him again, so she backed up. In this moment, she's glad that she doesn't have the explosion power that Piper does.

"You...you self-centered..." Phoebe was shaking with rage. "I'll have you know, Mr. Cole Turner, that I can do a lot more than be the trophy on your arm and pay attention to you. I am not some brainless ornament. I was a damn good President and if I have to win it again, I'll damn well work to win it again."

She was hurt and felt a little betrayed about his casual dismissal of her abilities and something that was important to her.

"You may not take me seriously, but damn you," she spat out. "I'll show you and everyone else here that there's more to me than just a pretty face."

There is both anger and hurt flickering through her eyes.

Cole looked heavenward and sighed. "See, this is why I never said anything," he said. "I didn't want to cause a fight. Is it so wrong that I want you around me more instead of doing boring student council stuff?"

"You don't hear me complaining when you go off to do your stuff." Phoebe's voice was hurt. "Student Council was never boring to me. Is there other things that matter to me that bore you and take away from the time I could spend with you?"

"Just that," Cole said, still rubbing his jaw. He was almost regreting telling her how to punch that hard. He may have muttered something like, "Like I'm going to say anything else now" under his breath.

It was probably a good idea that he had taught her how to pull her punch or else he'd be in a lot more pain now.

Phoebe sighed, shaking out her hand.

"You'd better start telling me these things...and realize that I'm not a trophy, Cole."

"No, but you're my girlfriend," Cole said. "I'm not used to that kind of thing. Back home you just tell your mate what to do and they do it. But telling you not to run for student council will just...get me punched again."

"You're the one who taught me..." she muttered. "Right, I'm your girlfriend...and you need to tell me when I'm doing things that you don't like. It doesn't mean I'll stop doing everything...or that you won't get growled at."

Trying to change the subject, Cole said, "How about I tell you to sit down and cuddle with me now? How would that go over?"

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