Ahh, I promised you guys another chapter and here it is. Enjoy

Now I was sitting in the squishy chair of one of the Academy's private jets, sent specially for us to be pursued and taken back in.

I watched as the guy who had brought me phoned someone and talked to them quickly. Then, Lissa came in, and I quickly tried to start planning. Then, when the guy, who was getting more familiar by the minute, came by, we would casually stop, hoping he didn't notice. He did. Just as the plane took off.

"Separate them," he said in a Russian accent. "They'll have a plan in a few minutes, by now, maybe multiple ones." He said the last part quieter, but everyone still heard. Lissa was placed a few seats away, just enough that we were out of whispering range, and the guy took a seat next to me. He handed me a laptop case.

"You'll get the laptop once we get back to the academy."

I grunted, and tossed the case aside, while he sat back and sighed.

"You really don't remember me, Rose?" I looked back at him and examined the way he said Rose. It almost reminded me of something. Then, I examined his face and went through a list of people in my mind.

Then, it clicked. "Dimitri?" I said, warily, hoping it wouldn't upset the guy if I got it wrong.

Instead, he smiled, and I knew he had gotten it right. He awkwardly hugged me across the armrest between us.

Then, I realized he was bringing me back to the place I never wanted to go to again.

I plunked back into my seat and grunted in annoyance.

"I knew you'd do that sooner or later," he said, waiting for a response. When I didn't respond he grunted too. "I guess I deserve that. C'mon, Rose. We're friends, I hope. Although it's kind of weird now."

I rolled my eyes and mumbled something he didn't catch.

"What did you s-"

"Oh, my god." I said, interrupting him. He looked at me in alarm, and flinched when he saw the anger on my face. "What did you do? Track me through my laptop? How?"

He looked sheepish. "They made the company you got it in track it down."

I really wanted to slap him now.

"So," I said, after many failed attempts at trying to make small talk. Luckily, we were almost there. "You're a guardian at the school now. I'm sor-"

"It's okay," he said quickly, obviously not wanting to tread into the territory of his old charge,

"If you need someone to talk to, I'm here." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"What? Now Rose Hathaway is going all mushy on me? Come on!"

I grinned slyly at him. "Wasn't going to help you anyway. You brought me back to this hellhole," I said pointing downwards as we passed over the school, starting to land.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Hey, welcome back. Now we can actually talk in person."

"Don't expect me not to still spam your inbox," I shouted, grimly looking out the window as he got up and walked away.