Beautifully Broken

Chapter Three

"Abuela, I'm home." Amelia shrugs her coat off hanging it in the hallway closet and unzips her boots placing them next to the door on the mat.

She ventures further inside the house and see's her grandma in the kitchen chopping some vegetables. Hearing Amelia she turns around a smile on her face, "How was your first day Mija?"

Amelia shrugs her shoulders grabbing an apple. She didn't want to talk about her uneventful day, "It was fine."

She drys her hands on a towel giving Amelia a look. Raising an eyebrow she asks, "What happened?"

Amelia doesn't say anything. Her first day was tough, just like any other person. She had gotten lost more than once, and then there was Ethan. He was so infuriating with his cockiness and smugness. He thought he was like a greek god or something, and Amelia needed to bow down to him. She takes a bit of her apple and slowly chews. Maybe her grandma would take the hint and change the subject. She shakes her head at Amelia mumbling something underneath her breath returning back to her cooking. Amelia pushes of the counter and gives her a kiss on the cheek as a way to say thank you. Walking up to her bedroom, she throws herself on her bed and stares up at her bedroom ceiling. Her mind wanders to Ethan. There was something about him that intrigued her. Underneath all that cockiness, Amelia knew there was more to him. Getting up, she changes out of her jeans and t-shirt and into something a little more comfortable. She hears a knock on the door and sees her grandma peek in.

"Amelia, there's someone here to see you."

"Really who?" Amelia didn't meet anyone today, so it couldn't be someone from school.

Her grandmother shrugs her shoulder, "I'm just the messenger."

She closes Amelia's door. Curious as to who it could be, she goes downstairs. Her steps falter when she sees Ethan, "What are you doing here?" She crosses her arm leaning against the stair rail.

He stands up from the couch and walks towards her handing her a leather book. She gasps quickly grabbing it from his hand. She holds it close to her body afraid that he may have looked through it. It was like a diary to her, expect instead of writing about her day; she drew what she felt. Some were just sketches, but others were about the accident. Something she tried so hard to forget, but just couldn't.

Noticing the distress look on her face he speaks up, "Don't worry I didn't look through it."

She slowly losses the tight grip she had on it a bit unsure wether or not she should believe him. Taking his word for it she forces a small smile, "Thank you. How did you find it?" Amelia could have sworn she placed it back into her bag.

"It feel out of your bag. I tried calling you, but you were to far to hear me." He runs his hand though his hair, a sheepish smile on his face, "Beside it gave me a reason to come see you. I wanted to apologize about the way I acted this morning."

She was shocked at his confession. Here she thought he was rude and cocky and didn't have a nice bone in him, but could she blame herself? He didn't make a good first impression. Still, Amelia did not see it coming. Before any one of them could speak, her grandma walks in "Would you like to stay for dinner Ethan?"

Ethan looks at Amelia. It was like he was making sure it was okay with her before he agreed. Caving in she says, "Abuela makes the best food. You'll be missing out if you don't stay."

He smiles and Amelia knows it was his way of saying thank you, "I would love to."

"Wonderful, well dinner is almost ready. Mija why don't you show Ethan to the dinning room." She gives her a sly smile.