Adler | The Aces of St.Sinclair BOOK 1.

Mistakes | A FIFTEEN

Ms. Shepherd sent out several people to bring Garren in.

Since the search party had scattered, Archie's breathing had grown heavy and his acne was glistening from the sweat exuding.

He had only just realised what he'd been thoroughly played by Adler.
I sat in a similar horrifying position. My composure outside was as still as a statute, merely from shock. My body shivered morbidly when Archie revealed the source that had given him the story of Michael being a paraplegic fraud.

The exact suspicion I'd been fighting off since my visit home and I saw a boy walking down the street who had an uncanny resemblance to the captain.

My brain had long since looked over every inch of it theoretically. If someone that smart could pull off faking it so well, why risk it in broad daylight? Because in a low class place like that, why would the well-off students of St. Sinclair ever be hanging around there?

However, the mistake was only by unawareness. After all, my address in my records was uncle Louie's hotel. The bakery was mentioned, but not the location. No outsider would know.
They certainly wouldn't have calculated me being there. So they certainly wouldn't have calculated in even a hundred years one of the richest in the academy, to be caught even dead in that vicinity either.

My memory hadn't returned but I just knew at that moment Garren found out Michael's darkest secret all because of me.

My stomach turned severely and I believed that was the closest thing I'd experienced to an ulcer.

I'd heard notions people said their deepest darkest worries or thoughts when intoxicated and I could very likely be one to fall under that category. Then what were the chances I'd let it out to the worst possible set of ears to hear?

It was a crazy scenario I could've thought only happened in my mother's soap operas. This wasn't a soap opera. This was real life were there were real consequences and now I would see the results of handing a knife blindly into the dark to a reaching hand.

Archie looked close to having a heart attack when there was a knock at the door. Ms. Shepherd issued entrance and as expected, it was her scavengers but there was no Garren standing with them.

"You couldn't find him?" questioned Ms. Shepherd.

One spoke on behalf of the others and look petrified but answered through the urging glances of his peers. "N-No, we did, miss."

"Why the hell didn't you bring him then?"

Right then, the scavengers gazes strayed on an advancing figure by the corner. I realised why the group looked so jittery as opposed to the stern headmaster but in fact the young man wheeling forward. It was the slick wheelchair owned by Michael Howard, Ben stood manoeuvering the handles. Except perched on the seat was Garren.

A broad grin on his lips. "You wanted to see me?"

Archie was as pale as a ghost as he stared at the daring boy, sure to faint at any moment.

"He refused to come unless we let him ride on that, miss,” informed that same scavenger.

"You'd honestly do the same." chirped Garren. "Using one of these babies really clears those crowded halls. It's fascinating how people speed up when fast objects with wheels are threatening to ram into them— oh, Stevie's here too!" He beamed when he noticed me, dumbly gazing with my mouth agape.

"Hi Stevie!" waved Ben.

Words were forming in my mind but none leaving my lips. They made room for Ben to calmly push his leader forward to my way, smile never breaking. Garren's lips brushed my cheek in a chaste peck. "Beautiful morning, isn't?"