Montrose Academy

Chapter Thirteen

"I have to tell you that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met."

I flew Justin and myself back to the Academy. Our clothing had dried off and I had dropped Justin at his dorm and I flew to mine.

Angelina was belly down on her bed reading over a textbook with a notebook beside her.

"Hey, where were you?" She asked raising an eyebrow at me.

I decided whether to tell her the truth or not and chose not to.

"I was at the library." I told her easily sitting on my bed and slipping off my combat boots.

"Oh, Logan and me were wondering where you were since you didn't show up." She explained, tapping the end of her pen against her notebook.

A knock on the door made us look at it and I went to open it. I was met with the Carter smiling at me as he fixed the strap of his backpack onto his shoulder.

"Hey, Ali." He winked at me.

"I thought you were joking about the nickname." I said.

"Nah, it totally suits you." He smiled before lowering his voice, "You made a nice bruise on De Luca's face, by the way. I haven't seen him beaten up like that in years."

"He deserved it." I shrugged nonchalantly, "Come on in." I stepped aside to let him in. He took a seat on Angelina's bed and dug through his backpack pulling out his own notebook and a pen.

"What are you guys studying for?" I asked as I sat cross legged on my bed with my back against the wall. I decided to check my email on my laptop to see if my parents had sent me anything.

Logging on, while Carter and Angelina talked in between themselves, I noticed that I had an email from my parents from a few hours ago.

Skimming through it, I quickly typed a paragraph for them. Telling them that my first day of school had gone well and that I was going to eat dinner in a couple of hours. I asked them if they had talked to Cassandra recently and how everything was looking down there.

Before I was about to send my e-mail a soft rap came from our door. Carter and Angelina were deeply engrossed with themselves, discussing how to pronounce something in French.

I opened the door and was surprised to be met with Ethan. He had his head down and his hands in his pockets and his usual bright blue eyes now dull.

"Ethan?"

His head snapped up at me and gave me a shy smile.

"Um what are you doing here?" I asked sheepishly.

"I need to talk to you." He stated clearly, our gazes locked.

I narrowed my eyes at him and saw the dark bruise on the side of his face. For a second, I felt guilty but the feeling quickly vanished as I remembered what he had done to deserve it.

"I don't want to hear what you have to say." I told him while I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Allie, come on! Please! All I'm asking is for us to talk. That's it." He tried to negotiate.

"Ali, everything okay?" Carter asked from inside. I felt ashamed that I turned to look at him when he addressed me as Ali, but I had to admit it was a pretty clever nickname.

"Yeah, don't worry." I hollered behind me.

"Allie-" Ethan began but was cut off when his eyes shifted to something behind me.

"Everything alright?" Carter asked me once again but his eyes fell on Ethan who stood in front of me.

"Carter." Ethan signaled taking a step forwards.