The Ivy Academy [COMPLETED]

Chapter 16

I slammed the door behind me.

I didn't know why Scarlett was acting like this. I wished she could just be herself.

This is her true self, I thought to myself. I considered if that thought was right. If the nice, respectful Scarlett I knew and was friends with for the past week wasn't the real Scarlett. If this lazy, selfish, ignorant 'roommate Scarlett' was her true nature, and by sharing a room with her, our friendship would be ruined.

That's how it worked back when my life was normal. I would fight with my sisters because they ate too loud, or didn't wear headphones when they listened to music, but at school, when my friends were just as loud or annoying, I didn't care as much. It was true that being in close quarters with someone could ruin one's perception of the other person.

I wished I could share a room with Dane instead, although I knew that was just as likely as me leaving this academy.

I would have to put up with this annoying situation for now, even if it meant I wouldn't be taking the first showers, or calling dibs on the bigger bed. I sighed to calm myself down. It wasn't working. If I took a nice, long shower, and read until dinner time, I would be good.

I put my hand on the knob, but before I opened it, I thought through what had just happened. Scarlett was probably just as mad at me as I was at her right now. Even though she was definitely in the wrong, knowing her, she would never realize so.

I wanted to continue reading my book. I had one chapter left of Harry Potter, anyway, but I couldn't go in there. What if she was naked? What if she was sitting on my bed, getting ready to kill me when I walked through the door? We both needed to calm down, and seeing each other wouldn't help.

Because I couldn't go inside to get my book, I decided the library was my best option. It was that time of day where one couldn't tell if it was six in the morning or six in the evening. he sun was a rich shade of orange, shining through every window and door. The library would have fireplaces, couches, and blankets where I could unwind; it sounded perfect.

I walked down the stairs, grateful that for once, I didn't have to sneak around with the worry of being caught and shot with a dart.

When I opened the doors to the library on the first floor, it smelled of old book pages and must. I was home.

Apparently, there weren't too many intellectuals at this academy, for there were only about 10 other students who had decided to come over here. They were scattered across the two-story room. Some lied down in between book aisles, others sat down doing homework at the large table. One person was even sitting on the second floor of the room, their legs dangling down below freely.

I searched through the aisles. Although I loved the Prisoner of Azkaban, nothing was better than finding a new book to love. I didn't feel like reading Catcher in the Rye. It had been suggested to me multiple times, but I found that I was never quite in the mood to read it.

I decided on the original Wizard of Oz, by L. Frank Baum. Taking my book, I cozied up next to the fireplace and sat in the loveseat, curling my legs behind me. I was hot, sitting by the fire, but I still put a blanket on my legs, just for the aesthetics.

I was deeply engrossed in Chapter 2 when I felt the weight of the cushion that I was sitting on shift. I didn't look up from my book; it was too engrossing and whoever wanted to talk would have to wait. That was, until I heard them clear their throat.

I felt a deep dread in my stomach. I knew that cough. When I looked up, my worst fears were confirmed; Beck sat next to me, looking at me, a slight smirk on his face. I looked at his empty hands.