The Ivy Academy [COMPLETED]

Chapter 6

After a full meal with my two "buddies", we looked at our schedule. Scarlett and I (or as I learned to call her, 'Scar') both had Aiming for first class. 

We said bye to Dane and parted ways. He jogged up the grand marble stairs and Scarlett and I went down into the basement, which was just as elegant as everywhere else.

Although I could hear the whispers around me, I felt protected with her next to me, at least someone to tell everyone here, 'See? The girl with the weird name who weirdly attacked someone for no reason isn't actually weird!'.

The aiming room was large, as every other place in the academy was, and clearly prepped for working out activities. 

One side of the room had yoga mats, yoga balls, and weights, probably for 'pre-aiming' warm-ups. The other side of the room was like a 12-year-old boy's dream and his mom's nightmare; Hanging on the walls were various assortments of weapons, some so complicated and fancy that I didn't even know their names.

I recognized swords, obviously, knives, blades, a crossbow, guns, and those little sharp star blades that Ninjas always had in movies and that I couldn't recall the name of. I couldn't tell why this academy was teaching me how to aim, of all things. Why not math? Why not Humanities at the very least? There had to be some reason I was learning all of this, and I needed to find out.

Soon after every student spilled into the room, a short woman in her 30's came out of a door. This had been only the second adult I'd seen here, besides the guards. Her name was Truly, she explained, which I secretly thought was too girly for her, considering her muscles were twice the size of my skinny arms.

"First, we're going to head over to the warm-up station and begin our drills. I understand that half of this class is new, so sorry to the kids who have been in this class before. We're gonna do the whole drill over again." She walked over to the yoga mats. Some kids who had already been in this class groaned.

"It's so boring," I heard one tall boy say to another about the warm-ups.

We began our stretches, each student with their own yoga mat. Scarlett smiled at me. This was boring. As we switched over into downward dog pose, the girl in front of me accidentally kicked me in the face. Hard. I fell to the floor and held my nose, which currently felt hot and stingy. The girl who kicked me looked back at me.

"Oh," She said carelessly and turned back around. She had clearly seen what she did and how I reacted. I expected an apology of some sorts. Maybe she hadn't kicked me by accident.

Heading over to the weapons section, Scarlett and I talked about the 'kicking girl'.

"I've only been here for a week and I already know that she's terrible," She said to me.

I raised my eyebrows. "Well, that much is obvious."

"Why did she kick you? Of all people. Shouldn't she know not to mess with you? We all saw you yesterday in the cafeteria."

"Ha-ha," I retorted, but I felt embarrassed. Scarlett treated me as though she didn't see the whole attacking incident and for a second, I forgot that she did. I wanted to leave the whole business behind me.

"Wait," Scarlett concentrated, deep in thought. "That's exactly why she did kick you."

I looked at her cluelessly.

"That's Beck's girlfriend, Madison. She must still be mad at you," She explained. Now it made sense. I would let this bitch have one strike; I did try to kill her boyfriend, after all. But anymore kicks in the face and I wouldn't be so cool about it. So, Beck had a girlfriend. Not that I was surprised. Just... interested.