12:10PM, Sky High Cafeteria- Ally's POV

She hadn't slept well the night before. She had tossed and turned, throwing different scenarios around in her head. She knew she had to talk to Warren, her not having her sketchbook was like an asthmatic not having an inhaler, but she really didn't want to confront Warren Peace. Her stomach was tied in knots and she felt like she was going to puke as she watched the students drift in and out of the cafeteria. She leaned against the wall near the entrance, having declined to eat lunch because of her nerves. Instead she stood there sipping her water and waiting for the ceiling to cave in on her so she could escape what was to come. When Warren Peace came out of the cafeteria Ally peeled herself away from the wall and matched her stride to his.

"What do you want?" he said sharply, pausing in the middle of the empty hall and wheeling around to face her. Ally resisted the urge to flinch away and forced herself to meet his eyes.

"I want my sketchbook back," she said softly, proud that her voice didn't waver.

"Are you accusing me of something?" he asked, voice deadly, and this time Ally did take a step back.

"No," she managed to get out. "Just suggesting that you may have picked it up and haven't gotten around to giving it back yet." Warren studied her for a moment before nodding slightly and turning away from her.

"Follow me," he said over his shoulder and Ally did, her mind whirling a hundred miles a minute. He opened his locker and pulled out her sketchbook still unharmed. Ally wrapped her arms around it, holding it to her chest like a precious child. She had it back. It was as if something inside her had just clicked back into place.

"Thank you," she said and her voice gushed with so much real gratitude that this time it was Warren who took a step back. Then he nodded slightly and Ally rushed away from him, unwilling to be in his intimidating presence any longer than she actually had to. She practically floated through the day on a cloud of bliss. She had her sketchbook back and the world was in the right again.

That night while Layla was taking a shower Ally took the time to go through her sketchpad page by page, looking lovingly at each drawing. Some of them were better than others but each was precious in its own way. Nothing seemed to have been changed or ripped all. Everything was just as it had last been. That was when she reached the last page, the unfinished sketch of Warren she had started in the detention room. Written lightly in pencil in the top right corner was a note. I'm sorry for my father. And just like that everything changed, again.


Thank you Pandora's little box and WeasleyTwinsAreMyLife for reviewing the last chapter! I apologize for the delay and hope to post another chapter tomorrow to make up for it. I own nothing but Ally