The Ivy Academy [COMPLETED]

Chapter 21

 He pulled me back up to my feet. I brushed off my dress (Well, Scarlett's, really) and took off my heels; I couldn't chance another fall, especially in front of Beck, who I was supposed to be showing my hard side.

I winced when I saw blood where the girl had stepped on my leg. He winced too.

"Follow me," he didn't wait for me to catch up as he walked through the crowd and to the exit of the cafeteria. I followed him, though my head told me to. What are you doing, Rhiannon? I didn't know what I was doing, but in this moment, I trusted Beck. It could have been because he just saved me from being trampled, or the fact that his hair seemed to glow in the party lights. Possibly both.

I followed him out of the cafeteria. As the doors closed, the music faded with it.

We walked down the hallway and into a side door next to a row of lockers. It was empty and dark now, but a hefty assortment of band-aids and an examination table in the middle of the room told me that this was a nurse's office.

The door shut behind us. We were now alone in a room, Beck and I. The unlikely duo. I felt stiff air in the room.

"I could have used a nurse after I was shot with a tranq," I said bitterly, trying to distract both of us from the silence. Trying to get rid of the awkwardness really.

"I could have used a nurse after you attacked me," he returned without a beat.

"God, are insults and come-backs just swimming around in your little brain, just waiting to come out?" I knew he was probably intelligent, but still asked the question.

"Probably," he said, confident in his answer, as always.

He opened a drawer in the right corner of the room. It was empty. He opened the drawer below it. When that was empty too, he moved on to the next drawers.

"What are you looking for?" I wasn't trying to start conversation. I was simply curious.

"Neosporin," he said, without looking at me. "I know where it is." But he didn't know where it was, which was why he was looking in every drawer. I found it odd that he needed to pretend like he knew everything all of the time, even when he had no clue.

"Here it is," he said, opening a drawer. "Just where I thought it was." I rolled my eyes.

He came over to me and stood above me as I sat in a chair. He lifted my leg up. It felt weird, him touching my leg. His touch was soft, his hands large and gentle. He put some Neosporin on his finger and began rubbing my leg. I thought about how sexual an act this was, a boy rubbing my exposed skin. But this was Beck. The boy who killed my mother. We couldn't be sexual. Plus, I was in a relationship with Dane.

"So." I said matter-of-factly, trying to distract from the obviously awkward situation.

"So." He said in a purposefully sexy voice. I thought again about what Madison told me, that Beck liked me romantically. I couldn't imagine him having any romantic feelings for anyone, let alone me.

He stopped rubbing the gel on my leg and put the bottle back in the drawer.

"Can I ask you some questions?" I asked abruptly. I didn't know where that came from, but now that I asked, I didn't regret it.

"Sure," he said coolly, to my surprise. "But you just used up one." I rolled my eyes again, a habit that I found happened a lot when I was around him.

I scooted closer to him. "Let's start easy. Where were you born?" I realized I didn't even know where Dane was born, or anything about his childhood.