Do bear in mind that this is AU so I will be using music from time to time. As for the boys' powers…I'll be bringing them into the story in a very interesting way. Chase will have an entrance and as far as I know the boys are 'human'. Like I said, AU. I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Anyway…thank you to: sPaRKzZz and to Guest as well as those who have favorited and followed the story:)

Days went by and Amelie eluded Reid like a ghost. It worked with Aaron too. She found new paths to classes and different ways that she could enjoy her meals without anybody pestering her. She spent most evenings in the large auditorium with the black grand piano winding down after having spent a good chunk of time doing everyone else's bidding while getting a little extra cash out of it and doing homework. Letting her fingers slide across the black and white keys made her voice sound even more radiant.

And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now

And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

When sooner or later it's over

I just don't want to miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

Amelie sang light like a feather, The Goo Goo Dolls playing through her brain like a stereo. The soft keys blended sweetly into the words. She had her eyes closed. Her finger knew where to go. As the song reached her favorite part, she belted out the notes slamming her fingers on the keys.

Reid and Tyler were making their way toward the dining hall.

"Dude, I don't know why-"

Reid cut Tyler off.

"Shh."

Reid put a finger to his lips hushing Tyler. He could hear a piano and it was coming from the main auditorium.

"Let's just go. We're missing dinner," Tyler whined.

The piano playing stopped. For a few minutes the two teenagers just stood there. Then they began to walk towards the exit closest to the dining hall. Reid quickly stopped and turned around abruptly as the playing started up again. It was a different tune, sadder. The name of it was on the tip of his tongue. He walked slowly towards one of the double doors and opened it. Tyler rolled his eyes and followed him inside, quietly.

Remember all the things we wanted

Now all our memories, they're haunted

We were always meant to say goodbye

Even with our fists held high

It never would have worked out right, yeah

We were never meant for do or die

I didn't want us to burn out

I didn't come here to hurt you now I can't stop

I want you to know

That it doesn't matter

Where we take this road

But someone's gotta go

And I want you to know

You couldn't have loved me better

But I want you to move on

So I'm already gone

Reid froze at seeing Amelie sway and sing to her heart's content. Her eyes were still closed.

"Already Gone…that's depressing." Tyler murmured.

Reid glanced at him then back at Amelie. She looked like she was sad. Was she? More so, how could she play this good, sing this good and nobody know about it?

Reid crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame letting her entrance him with her hidden talent. This must've been what she has been up to. Why nobody has seen her around. Not even her brother had been seeing her around outside of class.

"Let's go before she realizes we're here," Tyler whispered, tugging on Reid's arm.

Reid nodded and left reluctantly.

Feeling as there was somebody else in the room; Amelie opened her eyes letting the last few keys flow slowly. She looked out over the several rows of chairs. Nobody.

"Amelie."

She turned to see Caleb Danvers come onto the stage.

"You finishing up? It's almost 7:30."

"Yes," she replied.

"Why don't you try to do this in life? You're amazing."

Amelie didn't respond. Her lips pursed together as she pulled the cover over the piano keys. Caleb watched her get up gracefully and walk away. She paused right before stepping through the door leading off stage to a side hallway.

"I want use a guitar tomorrow…president."

Amelie left the building and left Caleb to close it up. She walked back to her room slowly. Snow would fall soon. The wind was already biting out. She held her jacket tightly around herself, running her hands over her arms.

By the time she got back to her room it was pelting rain outside. Amelie changed into her light blue and white plaid PJ shorts with a sky blue tank top to match then laid down on her bed. She took the black scrunchy from her hair releasing the long locks from its constraint. It fell around her face and shoulders messily. Tucking the tendrils behind her ears, she grabbed her bag from the floor and pulled it up onto the bed. She pulled her laptop out and opened it. It sang its three note wake-up tune, welcoming her back to the desktop.

Her fingers typed smoothly along the keyboard like they did on the grand piano. She had a few e-mails. One from her aunt and another from her mother. The house would empty again this weekend. This was the fourth week in a row. Amelie sighed. She missed Mom and Dad, not that she went home very often.

Amelie closed her e-mail and moved onto her more personal work.

Another grade upgrade. Lord help these idiots when they jump into an Ivy League school and they don't have me around.

Getting into the school's system, she stopped realizing that this person didn't put their records in the envelope.

"Shit head," she grumbled and then got up and got dressed in jeans and pulled on her orange high tops quickly. Out of the top drawer of her desk, she pulled out a key ring with thirteen different keys on it. They opened up everything on campus. She grabbed her cell phone and room key of the top of her desk and left.

She walked fast towards the admissions building. The doors clicked with an echo, letting her in. She tucked the keys into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone from her back pocket. It was nearly midnight. Sighing, she slipped it back into her back pocket and made her way down the hall to the records room. Unlocking that door only led to a staircase that spiraled down. The records room was beneath the entire administration building. The records dated back to when the academy opened.

Amelie thought about the first time she came down here. She'd gotten lost and it took a half an hour to find her way out. Now, she could find anything she needed down there from transcripts to medical records.

After finding what she was looking for, she made her way back towards the dorms.

"Sneaking around?"

Amelie stopped in her silent tracks. She closed her eyes and bit the inside of her cheek. I do not have time for this. She spun around to see Reid leaning against one of the pillars that lined the roofed sidewalk that led from one building to another. It was more decorative that anything and made this place look even more like a Gothic cemetery. He wasn't in uniform but his usual attire, jeans, a grey t-shirt with a black zip up hoodie. He had his arms crossed over his chest and for what she could see, he was possibly smirking.

"I could ask the same thing," Amelie replied, glancing around.

She turned and went into the dorm building. Reid followed her, letting his hands fall to his sides. Their footsteps echoed in the empty halls.

"I was coming back from Nicky's and saw you walking about. What can I say? You have me intrigued. Where have you been anyway? You avoiding everybody?"

"Yes." The answer was short and blunt. No need to hide that. Amelie hoped the answer would get him to go away.

"El!"

"Fuck," Reid and Amelie said, simultaneously under their breaths.

Both of them swerved around to see Aaron storming down the halls, staggering a little. Great, he's drunk.

"Where the fuck have you been? With him? I won—won't have it El!" Aaron barked, slurring some of his words.

"Talk a little louder asswipe. I don't think the people that are sleeping can hear you," Reid said, his tone snarky.

"Fuck off, Garwin. Get away from my sister."

Amelie looked between the two. She couldn't believe this. We're they seriously doing this?

"You two go ahead and have a pissing contest because it's not for my virtue. Neither of you really interest me, and I'm tired."

Amelie waved them off and continued walking towards her room. She was so glad that she had a single. She didn't have to deal with a roommate and their stupid questions or interests.

"Don't walk away!" Aaron pushed past Reid and grabbed Amelie's arm, spinning her to face him. She quickly yanked her arm free.

"You're drunk. Go to bed," she snarled.

"Why are you such a bitch!?"

Reid watched the exchange. He could see flickers of something in Amelie's eyes as Aaron continued to talk down to her. He wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't familiar. Maybe a feeling of being trapped, he wasn't sure. In the end, Amelie shoved Aaron back, causing him to nearly fall on his ass. Thee glare in her eyes daring him to keep going. He went straight to bed muttering the whole way.

For several moments she just stood there, taking in everything Aaron said. Alcohol sure had its way of making everybody tell the truth.

"Are yo-" Reid began, but Amelie cut him off.

"Why won't you just leave me alone? Things have been worse between me and him since you had to make yourself known. Do us all a favor and drop whatever the hell it is you're trying to do."

"Okay, did you not see how your brother was treating you?"

"And you think that you can make it go away?" She scoffed.

"I think I can help."

"You can't. Aaron is an asshole and always will be. You're just giving him reasons to be an even bigger asshole and bringing me into it."

"You fucking started it!"

Amelie held her tongue and kept her ground in the heat of his glare even though he wasn't wrong.

"You're so good at dropping girls that I didn't think you'd be dumb enough to keep it up."

"Yeah? Well guess what? You're stuck with me." Reid smirked.

"Fuck if I am. You're stuck with yourself. You want to do this to piss my brother off, and you've done enough so goodnight."

Amelie turned to storm off to her room. Reid grabbed her and stopped her, but quickly let go at seeing her hand tightening into a fist.

"Just hear me out."

"I don't want to! You're a moron!" she yelled, not caring if she woke up her neighbors.

"Oh right. You're so superior. You don't need anybody."

"I don't, especially not the likes of you."

Amelie's heart raced in her chest as the adrenaline rushed through her veins. She'd never felt so furious with rage with anybody, not even Aaron. It was invigorating. Reid leaned in close, but she didn't give him an inch.

"You let me know when you want Aaron off your back. I'm not usually charitable, but I do take pity on the lonely," Reid said, low and cocky.

"Oh, go fuck yourself. I can handle myself."

"Good luck with that," Reid laughed sarcastically.

Amelie watched him walk toward the stairs to the second floor, where the larger rooms were. Amelie contemplated getting a large room a few times, but in the end she never understood why she'd need a big room. Reid didn't look back over his shoulder at her. He had his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, clenched in fists. Fucking kidding me? Try to be nice, try to be helpful and she goes and acts like a raging bitch.

Avoiding either of them was now pointless. Amelie went back to her usual route through the school. The other paths were nice, but longer. Aaron stuck to her like glue after the encounter with Reid, walking her to classes and lunch. Peace and quiet wasn't easily achieved. He even went as far as to walk her to her room and visit every other hour. It made things difficult for her.

"You can get off my ass now and jump back on your girlfriend's."

Amelie was sure that she'd said this to him at least twice a day since he'd started this sudden protective brother gig.

"El, I am not letting you out of my sight."

They walked into the dining hall. She spun to face him.

"Are you so worried that that Reid will take my virtue?"

Aaron laughed hysterically at that. People walking in past them stared.

"You? Have virtue? Not likely." Amelie saw the regret on his face immediately, but didn't care.

Her hand balled up into a fist and before she realized it, she swung at Aaron and hit him square across his cheek bone and temple. Her hand stung and throbbed right after. There were cheers and jeers all around them, but she shook her head in disgust.

"I can't believe I'm related to you," she grounded out, ignoring everyone around her.

She walked out of the large room, her appetite having disappeared. Aaron held the side of his face. The four Ipswich sons watched him as did several others as they whispered about the latest gossip. Aaron glared at them, Reid in particular. This was his fault. He was turning Amelie into something else. Why the hell did she have to go near him? Aaron's cheek was reddened.

Caleb stood and walked down the aisle past Aaron as if he wasn't even there. He made his way towards the theatrical arts building and went towards the music rooms at the back of the building. She wasn't in the grand auditorium with the grand piano.

In the back, a piano played Chopin. One of his nocturne pieces. Caleb couldn't quite place which one. He stopped outside the door, his hand on the door knob. The music changed to something more modern…Miley Cyrus, When I Look at You. She didn't sing, but he could see her move to the music as she mouthed the words. He walked in and stood in the doorway. Amelie made no movement that suggested he was there. The sound was beautiful.

Caleb noted the purplish-black bruising that was already showing on her knuckles.

"Can I help you?" she asked, curtly.

"You okay?"

"Perfectly. You can leave now and tell Reid that I said so."

"Reid? I came here as a concerned friend."

"I don't have friend, Caleb. I have clients. You know that better than anybody, Mr. President."

"Stop letting your brother dictate you."

"Oh I've tried. Reid isn't helping though."

"You shouldn't have led him on then."

"Possibly." Amelie stopped playing and let her fingers relax on the keys. "But, maybe he'll be useful."

"Geez, you two act so alike, thinking people are just useful and nothing more."

Amelie giggled at the statement. As if they'd be anything more. There was a major difference between her and Reid that Caleb seemed to be missing.

"I disagree. I don't fuck people and describe them useful," she said,

"No, you just blackmail and do favors expecting money out of it."

"It's just business," she puts simply.

Her thoughts wander about another business deal. She stood and brushed past the tall, dark haired, broad shouldered teenager.

"Just…let me deal Aaron." She said, "I need to go talk to somebody about a proposition now."

"Are you involving Reid because I disagree with this?"

"Reid is a big boy. Plus," she turned to look at him, her hair swishing back over her shoulder, "he's the one who wanted to do this."

"Amelie, you both will go through hell."

"His choice, I'm just going to accept the offer and set a few guidelines."

She turned to walk off then stopped and looked back up at him.

"Do anything foolish and I'll fuck you over starting with your presidency, you know, the one I got for you and then I'll move onto to your precious girlfriend. Sarah, right?"

The threat was far from empty. Caleb's brow furrowed into a glare.

"Are we clear?"

"Clear." The word was cold.

"Good."

She smiled.

"You honestly think that Aaron will be okay at the sight of you two?"

"I think it'll be a very entertaining show for everyone," she replied, glowing at imagining the look on Aaron's face.

"Do not do to Reid what you did to the last guy you were with."

"Oh, Caleb. You don't get it do you? I'm not dating Reid, I'm 'dating' him. Neither of us are really that interested in each other. We're interested in pissing off Aaron."

Caleb didn't like this. Even more, he couldn't do anything about it. A small 5'2'', 113 lbs. girl had him by the throat. The ending of this would be bad, real bad.

And that is chapter three. Hope you enjoyed it the next chapter is coming soon, but I do have finals coming so be a little patient and don't forget to review.