Minor spoilers for book 6
Chapter 3
"W-What are you doing h-here?" Amy hissed, pulling him over to a more secluded area. "Whatever i-it is, D-dan and I are not going to f-fall for it!"
"I'm not here to kill you or anything. I never was going to kill you, for that matter, but you seem under the impression that I was. My mother sent us here to be normal kids." Why was it that whenever Ian spoke Amy became tongue-tied? Curse him and his gosh darned perfection!
"I know your m-mother, and she would never do anything of the sort! She nearly pushed me into s-shark infested waters, the wretch! She couldn't care less about s-s-spoiled children!" Amy wished desperately that she could overcome her stupid stutter. She wanted to sound threatening, and the stutter factor was not helping.
"True, she probably sent us here with ulterior motives. But Natalie and I had no part in this whatsoever. I assure you we come in peace."
"Sure. W-what a c-coincidence you came to Boston, to th-this very highschool," Amy scoffed
"Indeed. And when I saw a familiar face, I decided to come over." At this point Aiden came over. He glared at Ian.
"Do you to know each other? Is this guy your boyfriend?" he shot at Amy. She blushed.
"Hardly." Ian drawled.
"Don't be sly with me, you dirty British scum!"
"H-he's... an old family f-friend..." Amy fibbed.
"Oh. Is he going to have to sit with us at lunch?" Aiden's expression softened.
"If I am invited." Ian responded, smirking. (A/N: Isn't smirking a weird word?)
"Whatever."
"Then I'll see you at lunch." The three parted ways as the bell rang. This is going to be an interesting ride, thought Amy.
