Chapter Twenty Six

Cancun was gorgeous.

Breath taking.

Fabulous.

There were many words for it and none of them could come close to what Icy felt to get a breath of free air, away from manipulations and constant back watching and stress.

Of course there were the looks as only a week ago she'd received these bruises all over her, but that was so much easier to deal with than the wonder of when she would get a bunch of people on her arse and threatening to beat her bloody for the pain she'd inflicted on them.

Gary had been furious they'd never told him of course, but she'd noted that it could have been worse, and there was an underlying suspicion he'd known all along.

It'd fit the he'd known all along, she supposed.

Either way, she was here, he wasn't and she was delighting in having some space in between them not only to figure out what the fuck she was doing with him (because she knew he was intrinsically different in mentality to the normal person and that was something to worry about - lust, companionship and affection rolled in one or not), but also so she could free her mind and just chill. Be mellow. Maybe he understood the need to unwind, because he'd yet to completely demand they come back or even hunt them down and drag them back like they'd expected.

Petey seemed a touch disappointed they'd gone without him but fuck it, he'd had the chance and he knew it. She could understand the whole missing out feeling but hey, if he really wanted to he could have come. He knew Jimmy and herself had been working especially fucking hard during these past two months to get shit done. It was kind of hard to miss Jimmy at work when they'd gone around to his workplace and annoyed the hell out of him when he was on duty or when she was constantly typing away as they planned in her room.

She was currently lounging at the side of the swimming pool in her orange bikini with sunglasses and sporting a very nice tan now, enjoying a martini in true James Bond fashion, when her laptop (connected to the amazingly high speed WiFi the place blissfully had) started to make noises on the table by her side. She looked at the messenger wanting to video-cam her and she accepted it, knowing it was from her buddies.

Ivy sat up, sipping her wonderful drink, and waved at the two planners of their group. "Hello, boys." Her smirk was wicked in her delight of being somewhere awesome while her voice was heavy with laziness due to the suns gorgeous rays shining upon her.

"Hey, Ivy!" Petey grinned. "Looking better than ever."

"Aw, thanks darlin'. That snow looks really evil. Not looking forward to that." She put her empty glass on a waiters' tray, giving a small smile to the man as she left a tip. "Especially when I have this gorgeous… Sun." She grinned widely at the pair, enjoying Petey's shake of the head and Gary's roll of the eyes. "What can I say? It's great to have saved up for this little bit of paradise. Truly, it is," She sighed out happily, smug.

"Stop sounding like Derby."

"What, about saving up? Yeah, right. Rich bastard don't need to do that." She looked over to see Jimmy having finished his flirting with some woman at the bar who didn't care about his age and come over with their drinks. "Thanks, princess."

Jimmy snorted, sitting down next to her, surprisingly buff as hell and attention worthy when he wasn't being an arsehole.

"So what's up?"

"We've got Zoe back."

"Oh yeah?" Ivy nodded. "Not bad at all. Took you a while."

"Who?"

"Shut up, loser," Gary stated with a less than harsh mocking look before looking at Jimmy with a much stronger one. "Zoe Taylor. A once student of Bullworth before she was kicked out because of complaining about Burton. She was able to pick up things very quickly. A great look out and pretty fast runner from the files before she left. Was an athlete that ignored the Jocks. A once good… Friend… of Mandy, I suppose you could call it. Didn't bother with each other after she was kicked out, it seems. So maybe just closer than usual acquaintances that shared the same classes and interests."

Closer than usual acquaintances. That could very well describe what others saw between herself and Gary. Her eyes dilated a little from behind her large sunglasses, sipping from her new glass of martini. That was one thing she did miss. The ability to get him to sneak out and find a nice little cranny where he could fill her fanny. Oh lordie-dee she was a pervert. But that's what constant sex suddenly stopping would do to you.

Okay, so maybe she felt better at seeing him, and maybe she felt like she could very easily go back and relax in his touchy feely presence but she was staying here, damnit, and getting a sweet tan.

She didn't miss him.

Not one bit.

Okay, maybe one bit.

Maybe.

"She available?"

"About ninety five percent sure she is," Petey said for him at Gary's uncaring shrug, eyeing their leading planner for a moment, and Ivy had to wonder at that look. "She's okay. A bit harsh, but you could take her Jimmy, if that's your aim."

"Hmm. Maybe a bit of fun here before I decide on anything solid. How about it, baby girl?" Jimmy slung an arm around her shoulder waggling his eyebrows. "Wanna take a ride on the Jimmy Train?"

His arm was pushed off in disgust and she sneered out, "Uhhh about that… No." She shook her head and laughing in a pained way at him poking his finger into a ticklish spot that both tickled and made her ache. "Don't do that, wanker." She grimaced, frowning at the curious mixture her nerves were picking up.

"She's your type, I think." Gary interrupted for her before Jimmy could get a mocking comment in.

"You do?" The trio said in union, causing him to scowl.

"I just said I did. So hurry up and get her on our side."

"Yeaaa, I understand now." Ivy said, making the other two nod in agreement. "Jeeze. Tryna use your sex appeal, he is." She shook her head at Jimmy who shrugged and simply leaned back with a keen smirk on his face and she burst out laughing. "You love it." She accused, sipping her drink before coughing. "Aw, you had vermouth put in it. Where's my olive, bro?"

"Ugh. You like olive's?"

"Yummy. I love olive's."

"Nasty bitch. And what's wrong with vermouth?"

"Don't like it." Ivy shook her head again, sighing fakely. "Should have just gotten my own. Hopefully we can count on your package to get Zoe instead of your mind."

Petey coughed into his hand to hide the laughter but Gary flat out snickered.

Jimmy gave her a look of vengeance. "I'll get you back, Jones."

She swallowed the rest of the drink down with a grimace, putting it to the side of the laptop. "You try, Hopkins, and I will make out I'm your girlfriend when you go pick up your next woman."

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"Fuck you Jimmy. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." Ivy huffed in disbelief, standing outside their shared room as Jimmy had his pleasure. They shared the huge bed, one with their head at the top and the other at the bottom, having pretended to elope.

"Oh! More! Please!"

She was not sleeping on that bed anymore and, very glad there was only a night left of their awesome holiday, shuddered then quickly walked away. She was really trying not to think of how the three boy's enhanced strength and their worked on stamina did indeed enhance other things.

"All I wanted was my damned sun lotion!"

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Ivy sighed happily as she hit her room, dumping her suitcase next to her dorm room, and taking out her key. Unlocking the door, she blinked at her room. Before she had left it clean enough, no rubbish but stacks of clothing on the bed that had been left in her suitcase she didn't wear and her books weren't astray.

So, why were her clothes on the floor? Why was her wardrobe wide open? Where was the duvet of her bed?

Had someone broke into her room?

Lola?

The Nerds?

She went further in, alarmed.

Her desk had a menagerie of writing graphitised into it.

She gave a closer look at that and noticed the writing was about their plans, a brainstorming diagram of connections and… and her. There was a very good picture of her carved out with little pointing arrows and different descriptions of things about her and connecting to other things and people and places. There was also a G at the mark on her chest he always bit at. She rubbed a finger over the indentations.

Her eyes lingered on the messed up bed and then the feel of eyes on her neck.

There was a heady scent of male before she was grasped and the familiar body of Gary wrapped them both in her bedcover, pushing her up against him.

"Gary?" Ivy asked at the shaking he had, seeming like there was a thrill of energy buzzing through him. "Are you okay? You seem… wound up?"

Gary nibbled on her neck. "Hm." In fact, his mind had slowly began to fog up with so many ideas and voices and drive that he needed to go back down to the level he was at before half of his group left. He finally could now. "Far too long."

She looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"You won't be sleeping tonight."

Ivy's eyes widened as he pushed them to the bed.

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Gary hadn't stopped touching her since they'd fallen asleep and he'd woken up. He felt considerately better in mind and much less tense.

That time they'd been parted had at first been fine. He was a little edgy they were so far away from his sphere of control and protection but that could be passed by planning. The next couple days had him constantly annoying Petey and his asshole family and needing the constancy he'd had of touching his own people and moving them around as he wished, which had been previously roughly divided up equally between them.

The next few days after that he'd been running around shaking things up between all the cliques but mostly the Nerds and the Greasers.

Just because, really.

His mind was clogging up with the need to see them, so instead he had to do things.

Anything.

All the heads of the cliques and most of each group had remained or come back early so he was especially glad to have himself some fun. The Nerds, having never previously been utterly against anyone other than the Jocks (even though everyone bullied them about) hated the Greasers with a passion due to a certain 'slag' apparently getting things done for her in all ways (which it hadn't as even Lola seemed to have some limits she wouldn't cross) had riled up Johnny enough that several beatings had occurred. The Nerds had then stolen the majority of cars in vengeance, messed up with the wiring to fuck the systems up and brought them back and they'd done it so well that the Greasers could only have believed that they were smart enough to do so and had retaliated by constantly stealing from their comic store hangout and smashing up their property whenever they could.

He'd delighted in the fact that they'd both listened to his duplicitous words and had developed a line of trust which he'd have to let his group in on and try and get them the same reliance.

His head dipped down to kiss a shoulder, running a hand over her ass and squeezing, idly amused at the tan lines as he touched her surprisingly soft skin and thought on.

Or most of them, with the trust he was making. Ivy didn't have the best relationship with either faction, Jimmy had a better one with the Bullies, and Petey and himself hadn't been very close to any of them.

The past few days had been the worst. He hadn't slept, couldn't sleep, been buzzing and anxious and throwing fits and most of the outer cities surrounding Bullworth had felt its affects when he'd have connections he'd been taking from his grandfather and his own built ones interrupting important drug deals and set up mini gangs in the making against each other, and then others pairing up against bigger ones. The cities had been awash in police cars and the Bullworth residents, so used to surrounding cities being noted as always better, had been smug and adamant it had nothing to do with their town which only made him laugh to himself in wretched delight.

He'd ended up nocturnal in her room, having already made extra keys for all of his groups rooms, burying himself in the remaining scent of her in her sheets. He hated that clinginess he had for her. His hand clenched causing her to twitch and roll over into him, sighing as she buried her head in his chest and a flood of fondness entered his chest, making him mentally curse his emotions for being so sappy and loving. At least it was only her.

"Go sleep, love…" Ivy mumbled giving him a lazy smile and kissing his jugular, before promptly taking her own advice.

Gary didn't know he let a soft look merge on his face as he wound an arm around her firm body and fell onto his back, keeping her close.

He did know one thing though.

She wouldn't be going on any damned vacations without him again.

His mind wouldn't be able to take it

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Sunday, the seventh of January had a very lax feeling afternoon after that sleepy morning. Ivy had unwillingly gotten dressed when her stomach rumbled and a very touchy-feely Gary had barely let her get a sock on for a good half an hour, constantly dragging her non-reluctant body back into bed and having his wicked way with her. She'd been able to slip from his grasp and find some baggy clothes and take her pill. She'd gotten her period at the end of Christmas which put a downer after getting such a great gift, thankfully coming on only after she'd had her wicked way with Gary, but it had finished a couple days into her holiday, perking her up.

"Get dressed, would you?" Ivy poked him. "Go do cunning things." She chucked him his jeans and boxers. "Go be my manipulative man and do sneaky stuff and make me proud."

Gary snorted but put them on anyway. "I'll stay here, thanks," He stated as she pulled him up and redid the bed quickly. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Gotta get some decent food. Can we please do away with Edna?"

"Maybe." He sat back down and put her laptop on. "She can have her uses. Like eventually being framed for poisoning or animal abuse. Not that it's a far stretch from what she already does, granted, but still. Also, we'll be getting new students and I know at least one of them is a chef, being part of a triplet siblinghood on some cookery show. They could be converted too."

"More students?"

"We lose and get them added all the time at each semester break. Bullworth attracts the talented in things. Bullying. Fighting. Singing. The list goes on." He waved his hand dismissively. "Chef's happen to be coming. Ever heard of the Italian Bruzzini triplets?"

"Do I look like I kn-?" He smirked. "Shut up, Gary. Far too busy with my boyfriends' crazy schemes," She grumbled, finding a random lollipop in her hoodie and she instantly unwrapped it and put it in her mouth to stave away the hunger pangs.

"And planning secret holidays."

Ivy gave him a look. "Please. As if you didn't know. If you hadn't you'd have been frothing at the mouth and would have followed us."

Gary shrugged, still looking damnably smug and completely annoying her as he searched the internet. "Students are coming back today. Classes start tomorrow."

"Not for me."

He nodded, waving a hand. "Hmph." Something caught his eye and he tapped his fingers on the laptop in thought before grasping her around the waist and dragging her close to kiss her hard, tongue plundering her mouth to keep a taste of her and the bitter-sweet lemon flavored candy in her mouth and then letting go. "Be back soon, woman."

"Maybe, gorgeous. Have fun." Curious but more hungry, Ivy went from the room and left the school premises. She went to the Mexican restaurant, taking her time in getting there, and greeting Boss with a wide grin, who smirked and waved her over, giving her a kiss on each cheek. "Fighter girl, you're looking tanned and sexy. Have fun down south?"

"It was amazing! The weather, the place, the sexy men everywhere. Just a shame I left the sexiest back home, ah?" She waggled her brows with a grin causing him to laugh and offer a seat, making one of men shove over. "What's the special today?"

"Enchiladas. Do you want some?"

Her mouth watered. "Sounds spectacular. Can I have some to go as well?"

Boss ordered up some more portions. "You look like a very hungry woman. But a woman who just ate as well." Boss smirked, leaning forward at her satisfied look. "Not back a day and you already had a man. You fast worker."

Ivy held her hands out, leaning back in her chair smugly. "Fighters need to be pampered in all ways." The food must have already been made, because two enchiladas were served up almost instantly. Gary's warning floated in her head but she decided to chance it. She'd been talking with him the whole time and he hadn't made any overtly or suspicious signs. Plus Diego had said Boss wanted her, so why poison her? That was her reasoning, though she supposed Gary wouldn't think of it that way. "How are your men, and yourself? You are well?" She asked, trying to not appear too concerned. "One hundred per cent again?"

"Business as usual." Boss was very aware of himself now being the smallest and weakest in the district of Bullworth Town, Clydesdale, Kentish Town, Ayrshire, Upton and Wynnmere apart from those little up and coming gangs. His drug business had gone down, though weapons dealing had gone up, which was worrying. He needed fighters like this one and Jimmy. Or at least to keep them sweet because he could see their path to gang territory from a hundred yards away and that damned potential in the right hands was very threatening.

If they do, and most likely will, become big, then there was a chance he could hold onto the coattails of their success if he himself didn't win them over.

Plus he liked her, she was cute and could kick his men's asses whenever she wanted.

"Good." Ivy took a bite into her food and groaned, leaning back and pointing at her food. "This is fucking delicious. Oh my goodness. Officially the best food I've ever tasted and I have been ruined for everything else." Ivy nodded and hungrily demolished her food. She ignored the snickers as she raised her plate up for more and the waitress nodded with a wide grin.

Boss roped her into a conversation about her holiday and she happily spoke of her times sightseeing, tanning and going to merengue dancing lessons while Jimmy would rather go to the bars and chat up women between bites. He somehow knew about the takeover of the school Gary was doing with them, and even spoke to her about his 'antics', and she used that word very lightly, during the time she was away. He didn't know it all, but she was sure as hell gonna interrogate the nutty bastard she was dating when she next saw him.

"Hey, beautiful fighter girl, when'll you join a gang?"

Ivy blinked up at Diego, who leaned over her from the booth behind her.

"We have a place for you."

Ivy looked down at her empty plate, unsure what to say. "Maybe after I get through school." That gave her time, and if she needed more, she could just say after her degree. "I at least want that before I think anything serious about this life. It's a big step."

"The first step is the right attitude."

"Or the right reason," Diego said softly and she looked up at him in empathy. "You can come to me if you have questions, preciosa."

"Yes, well. I'll be following Gary's decision on this. He will not guide me wrong."

The little bit of loyalty set Boss shifting a little, having wanted her with him but also knowing any descendant of Vale's would want it his own way.

The waitress came up to Ivy with her take-out order, which Ivy was thankful for her excellent timing before Diego could be any more… indulgent and fond towards her. "Thanks. To you as well, Boss. Boss, Diego, boys." She waved a hand at the gang members who gave multiple goodbye causing her to grin wide at that and leaned forward at Boss's behest. "Hm?"

He muttered in her ear, "Vale Businessman is very interested in you. Don't be surprised if he pulls something soon."

Her mind flickered to the event Gary wanted her part of in the warehouse in Blue Skies.

It had to be that.

"Thank you, Boss."

He put his mouth to her ear, lips pushed against the shell of it. "Enrique Vasquez. You may call me that, little sister." He pulled back and chuckled at her surprised face at his boldness, and kissed her on the forehead. "Go."

Ivy rubbed her neck and picked up her food. "Bye, bro." She winked and left quickly, smiling at Diego on the way out, having a lot to think about.

What had happened during her holiday to Cancun? What had Gary been doing and why had he done it without informing them over the internet? Had Petey known? Was he in on keeping it secret or had he wanted to tell them? What was going on with Gary's plan to show her off? Had something happened around that time that he wanted (or had) to show whom he had in his crew and he wasn't to be messed with? Had the Vale Businessman been there? Who had been? Who hadn't been there?

Her mind throbbed as she got back to the campus, rubbing a temple as she entered the main gates and closing her eyes momentarily. A migraine? Now?! Just, rea-?! Her eyes opened as a flash of something was heard and she immediately drew her arm up to defend. She let out a pained shout as something hard and leaden slammed into her arm and left side as she keeled over, making her vomit her full stomach and falling to her knees painfully before the regurgitated mess, scraping them. She was sure she felt a bone break or at least fracture. She minutely dodged a strike to her head and took a choked look at the unfamiliar people above her as bile stung her throat. The second one then went to kick her in the stomach and she tumbled backwards to dodge it, cursing herself for her lapse as another three came out of nowhere and started to strike at her.

She jumped backwards and sidestepped as much as she could, blocking any swung fists and kicks.

Adrenaline hit her, but she was on school grounds and the habitual need to hide her abilities made her less than her best, otherwise they'd be fucking crying like pussies right now.

"Who-" She vomited up her just eaten food one more, blood mixing with it and she wondered if something had ruptured her stomach or something and rolled over with a pained wheeze. It looked like this person was just over a few years her senior and probably from Blue Skies. What were these people call? Dropouts? Townies? Where they gang members? Hired hands wanting to get the drop on her? Who the fuck were they? Shit. She needed someone to take the image of beating them up should anyone see. "Gary! Jimmy! Pe- Gah!" She called loudly, hoping against hope that one of them were near. She stood up and dodged a blow, leaving the food and running to the side his weapon swung at her from and stumbled which cause her to dodge the next swipe.

"Hey assholes!" One of the Bullies had caught sight of the situation. "Shit! It's one of our Bullworth girls! Guys, get them!"

They were chased off and a dark redhead caught her by the shoulders before she fell.

'Wade, right? Christy's brother?'

"C'mon girl. We need to get you to the doc! Can you walk at all?" He asked worriedly before cursing himself out loud. "Shit, of course not. You just got beaten up by those bastards. Look I have a scooter- Ethan! Get the scooter!"

The humiliation crept up on her at the jump she'd had and the fact she had to have a Bully help her. One of the Bullies! She coughed up blood into her hand and flopped her uninjured shoulder further into him to keep the top weight off the middle of her torso. She coughed once more, not feeling anything wrong with her lungs or any phlegmy or bloody build-up, and predicted she hadn't punctured them, but maybe she had her stomach somehow? Though the thought of stomach acid leaking into her body made her want to hit the ER immediately. 'Gary, where are you, fucker?! I swear if you set this up...!'

The sound of a scooter roaring came up and Wade took over from Ethan, gently lifting her in front of him on the scooter and racing her to the hospital. Nurses were in a flurry as soon as they saw her ragged stated and she was instantaneously taken to A&E. A half hour later after X-Rays and diagnosis, it seemed she hadn't broken or fractured ribs; her ribs were heavily bruised by both the blunt force and had caused some minor internal stomach bleeding, but that it was her forearms' ulna bone had taken the brunt force of it and had a clean snap. It was something called a Monteggia fracture and they were saying she needed an Internal Fixation.

Basically put she'd have a titanium item holding her bones together to heal in a correct setting that would stay there unless she got some type of infection or just wanted it out. She gave the okay to the surgery instantly, wanting to get out as soon as possible and hide up in her room. She had no fear of such a normal surgery.

The one thing she feared was recovery time now.

Six to ten weeks was the usual, and hopefully she could shorten the time by upping the vitamins she took in and doing correct shoulder and hand muscle exercises with military determination. Her older brother had broken his bone and it had taken him that long but a full recovery had taken nearly a year to be as it was before.

How was she supposed to deal with that?!

She might as well have lobbed her arm clean off, Monty Python Black Knight style! Tis' only a flesh wound, her right buttock!

She fell to the local anaesthetic and the next thing she knew she'd woken up blearily in a patients ward.

Ivy lulled her head to the right and saw an uncomfortable looking… Wade? He was still here? What a sweetheart. She swallowed and shifted, surprised that her ribs didn't hurt as much as the initial hit and that her arm was all casted up. That was stupid because of course it wouldn't. She sat up slower, then, able to take the pain and noticed she was still in her clothing. Thank goodness for that. She called for a doctor or nurse or whatever that button would summon.

"Miss Jones?" The Nurse asked quietly. "Are you in any worse than usual pain?"

"Look, first things first? What do I need to take? Codeine or something, right? Secondly, I'm on the pill and I had sex this morning, so will this anaesthetic mess with it? I don't want to get pregnant. And lastly, what do I need to do to speed up recovery?" She looked at the sleeping Wade. "I'm a martial artist and very active so this is just plain deplorable to me."

The nurse nodded. "You'll be better off taking another pill and buying the morning one, just in case. If that doesn't work, then come back here to deal with that problem should it arise, though after the double dose, it shouldn't. Yes, we'll be supplying you with the dosage of codeine you'll be required to take. We'll give you a list of things to do at each healing stage. You've had a blood test and your healing rate is amazing. In fact, the hospital would pay a good deal for this to go to research-"

The mods. Shit, what had she done to it again? Strength, age changing and she guessed regeneration must have been one. In fact, she was certain it had been only those three she could change in such short time. Was there something else? Her mood instantly elevated at the thought of quicker recovery when the words hit her. 'Blood test?'

"Bring me that sample, please. There was no need for any blood test when I don't need a transfusion. Don't think I won't sue your arses for illegally obtaining and keeping my blood should you not give me it all back and delete all records."

The nurse was flustered at her angry scowl. "O-Of course, Miss Jones."

Ivy nodded, knowing she was being a bit unfair but still furious at her ability to quickly mend being found out by an unknown quantity. "Good, now bring me the bill and the codeine and I will be back in two weeks for a check-up. There's no point in trying to make any case of me staying here. Absolute rest of this arm is paramount to my healing and I will not have anything done to it."

"Yes, Miss Jones."

"Thank you, nurse." Ivy felt her shoulders droop as the nurse quickly went off. Ten minutes later she was back with another doctor and Ivy paid the bill (God damnit America! Free healthcare, please!) and followed the advice about the healing process and codeine dosage with careful ears. "Doc, Nurse. Thank you." She'd drop by Sifu's for some DDJ for her ribs, if Wade would be so kind. She turned to him and shook him gently by the shoulder. "Hey, Wade, wake up."

"Mmbruh?"

Ivy snorted but had to force herself into calmness to stop the ache of pain going up her chest. "C'mon, Wade."

"Oh, yeah." He rubbed his face and got up straight away. "You'll be alright?"

"Just stunned by the reality of it. Let's go, huh? I just wanna get back to my room and sleep. You know?"

"Yeah." Christy's brother then coughed awkwardly. "Do you need some help…?"

Ivy really hated to admit it but some support could be good for now. "I do." She said in a small voice, looking at the ground, feeling shamed. She was supposed to be tough.

This was a horrible awakening.

"I feel drowsy and… bioticced... Bio... Anti-bio… dosed up. Look, just help me back to school, yeah?" Wade did so, deciding on giving her a piggy back to the scooter, unsure and a bit gruff at handling a hurt woman, but meaning well. He'd consented to going to Sifu's to grab the DDJ before getting back to school and left the scooter unchained at the gates and put her on his back again, letting her hurt forearm dangle over his shoulder. "Uh…? What about…?"

"Not mine. Stole it."

"Right. I owe you one, Wade."

"It's fine."

"No, really. It would've been fine just dropping me off but you stayed and looked after me at a weak moment."

Wade shrugged, uncomfortable and she winced at the movement. "I dunno, just… I dunno, help me with work or something. You're the Spanish speaker girl, right?"

Ivy felt better a being able to repay a debt. "Fluent as a bilingual can get."

"Um, what?"

His confusion made her blink, wondering if he wasn't that smart or if it was her speedy accent. "I speak it as well as a Spanish person would."

"Oh, yeah. Right. So. Yeah."

"I'll not have much to do, so I can help you during some breaks."

"Deal." He put her down gently outside the Girls Dorm doors. "Uh…"

"Thanks Wade. You're a star." Ivy half grinned. "I'll meet you Tuesday after lessons here, alright?"

"Sure."

.I.

A/N: Eh, not so happy with this one, but kind of needed too.

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