Okay, Im so sorry for making you all wait this long. I just wanted to get out some chapters on my other story that I had waited so long to write, and the worst part is this chapter was almost done but my computer acted stupid and deleted it. Im so sorry for the wait, but I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

If you do please comment if you can, it's just good to hear from all of you! Now on to the story!

Elizabeth POV:

I was laying down on my bed late at night. I was listening to music from my phone and was trying to go to sleep just as Sunny had done with the pallet we made for her. But unlike her I was not able to go to sleep. I had too much on my mind. My breathing was heavy and I kept squirming in bed.

What Sunny had talked about got me thinking. Why would Xeta need info on a guy who he already killed? What would he want with that? And what was he hiding from me. He didn't tell me what he was doing, and hasn't been for the past few days.

It was scaring me, and I was starting to lose it. What if this wasn't really Xeta? What if Sunny was right? What else has he been hiding from me, this all could be just a ruse to attack me…but he's never wanted to even past this! I didn't know! I was really scared! Not only were there people after Xeta! Making those around him in danger! What if they came after me? What if they tried to kill me?! I didn't want to die! Then how dangerous Xeta was! He's killed before! He's killed in front of me before! But….he wouldn't do that to me…would he? But he's an animal….what if he just….saw me as a snack?

ARGH! This is so frustrating? Why can't things be the way they were before?!

(14 Years Ago)

Four year old me was sitting in the backseat of my parents car. We were on my way to my first day of school. At the time I wasn't even explained what school was, just that I had to go. See a normal kid would've been scared of school if they knew what it actually was, too bad for me I didn't. I was wearing a white dress with a blue flower pattern on it. I had my blond hair which was very short but had a bit of length to it. I had a few bangs coming over my eyes, which I did not have glasses for yet.

"Alright hun!" My Mom said, "Now remember, you got to listen closely, take notes, and focus! You have to make sure to become a sophisticated, and successful young woman!"

I looked confused, "Sophista-what's it? Suc-cessa-ful?"

My mother gave an annoyed huff, "Gr…Children…"

My father turned to her, "Don't worry darling, she will be able to do it! She's our daughter, you know she will be capable!"

I spoke up, "YEAH! I can do it!"

I saw it but didn't understand at the time…my parents had smirked at each other evilly, as if they had a plot, which they did.

After a few minutes of driving we were able to make it to the school. My parents told me to get out of the car. I got my backpack and brought it out with me.

My mom rolled down her window, "Alright hun remember, at the end of the day when they tell you to go you come back to this ramp okay? We will wait for you. It may take us a bit because of the line but we will be here!"

"Okay!" I said to my mom. I turned around and started walking but after a few steps I stopped. The school looked massive, and to someone who had never been to a school, it was very intimidating. As a four-year old girl, who wouldn't be scared of this giant building they had never been to in their entire life?

I had turned myself around to try to head back to the car, but my parents had already pulled out of the parking lot….they didn't even say goodbye.

After shedding a few tears, and with no other option, I went ahead and walked inside the school building. The inside was just as big as the outside, but there were more people inside. Parents hugging their sad children and telling them goodbye, it was very cute actually. But I was too sad at the time to care. All I did was just stand there and wait, I didn't even know what class to go to.

"Are you okay?" I heard a woman say.

I looked up to come face to face with this woman who had a really primped dress on. Not only was she taller but she seemed more important me, but there was also another problem, and it made me stay quiet.

"What's wrong? Are you lost?" She asked.

I than spoke quietly, "Mommy and Daddy told me not to talk to strangers."

The woman gave a smile, "Well then they are smart parents, but you have nothing to worry about, I'm the principal of the school! What's your name?"

I then spoke my name, "Elizabeth, Monroe."

"Alright then, you stay here and I will go figure out what class you were given," The principal then walked off into the office.

I just stood for her in the room waiting until she came back with good news!

"Alright, so I fugred out your class, you see this hallway here?" She pointed to her right.

"Yes?" I said back.

"Well your class is all the way down the hall, it's the last class on it to your right….you do know your rights and lefts…correct?" She asked.

I lifted my right hand for her, "This is right….right?"

She nodded, "Yes, that is your right, no remember it's the last door on your right, Mrs. Varsh will be waiting there for you!"

I thanked the lady and took my leave down the hall. Walking down this hallway by myself was also not an easy feat, I was still really scared. But thankfully I made it to the end of the hall with no trouble! And I saw my teacher.

"Are you Mrs. Varsh?" I asked.

The woman with brown hair looked down at me, "Yes I am, what's your name?"

"I'm Elizabeth," I said quietly.

She looked on her list of names, "Elizabeth Monroe? Is that correct?"

I nodded at her.

She smiled, "Well come right in! This is your classroom! You put your backpack on the hook over there and your seat has your name on it!"

I did as I was told and took my backpack over to the hooks she had mentioned and looked around for my desk. Thankfully it was easy to find because it had my name on it, I was on the fourth row in the second chair. I took my seat and just looked around the class as I waited for it to start. She had the typical learning things in there, those posters with simple math, those that teach how to be polite and whatever stupid stuff there was. Then I took a look at the others in the room. There were a few students conversing and talking about each other, kind of funny since it's probably the first time they met.

But then I looked behind me and there was one boy. He was sitting in the fourth chair of the last row. He was blond with blue eyes. His hair had bangs but was cut short. He had on blue shorts and was wearing a shirt that had characters from a cartoon I didn't recognize, one had spiky black hair, and another was bald?

The kid however was really quiet. He wasn't talking to anyone. He was usually just looking down at his desk while occasionally tapping it with a pencil. He would also sometimes look outside, like he was oblivious to everything happening around him.

I took my focus off him and let him do his thing while I waited for class to start. The bell eventually did ring and all the seats in the room got filled! Our teacher walked inside and began to give her introductions.

"Alright class! If you did not meet me on open house my name is Mrs. Varsh!" She then proceeded to write her name on the chalk board.

"See?" She asked.

"HI MRS. VARSH!" We all yelled out.

"Alright so now, for those of you who I didn't meet on open house I am going to come around and ask you all of your names! Not just for me, but for everyone else to know as well!" She then started to walk down the first row, asking each boy and girl their names. She continued down the second, then third, then the fourth where she got to me.

"And your name?" The teacher asked.

"Elizabeth, Monroe!" I said happily.

"Alright, it's good to meet you!" My teacher said.

I nodded and she continued down the rows of people, until she got to that one kid.

"And your name young man?" She asked.

The kid was just staring out the window.

"Um…Young man?" She asked again.

He looked up at her, "Huh?" He said quietly.

"What's you name please?" She asked.

"Oh…..ta….Idel….." He said barely audible.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't really hear you," She said.

He spoke up a bit, "Xeta, Shidel…" He finished pronouncing it with a Z.

Xeta?

"Xeta huh? Interesting name," The teacher said.

One of the kids on the other side of the class started laughing, "Xeta?! HAHAHA! What kind of name is that!? It sounds made up!"

All of the other kids in the class besides me starting laughing too. Xeta slowly just sat his head down on his desk, wrapping his arms around his head.

All of the kids had continued to laugh for a moment before our teacher yelled, "THAT'S ENOUGH! I will not tolerate bullying in my class! You hear me!? We will treat everyone with respect!"

Everyone shut up and agreed with our teacher that time. Around this time bullying wasn't as severe as it was and those rules weren't in place back then, so the kid got off scot-free. We went on with the lessons and Xeta did the normal thing, he didn't really seem to care about the classes, but for my parents I was going to listen very carefully! The lessons she taught were very simple for my standards now. Just learning simple math, learning how to draw neatly, stuff like that.

Then we had PE, we did some exercises, then they let us play with all these cool toys they had! I noticed that Xeta kid didn't do much, they mad a rock climbing wall that he seemed to enjoy using.

Then art! Art was really cool! We didn't do normal art at first! For our first day the teacher let us make paper airplanes! And what's even better they were gonna let us take them outside for recess!

When we went to recess they had all sorts of cool things! Slides, swing sets, monkey bars, and a huge outdoor area for us to play! I was enjoying my time, playing on the sets, and just using my paper airplane! Sometimes even throwing it off the slide!

Then as I was playing one of the boys from my class walks up to me, "Hey, give me your paper airplane!"

I turned to looks at him, "What?! WHY!?"

"Because! Yours was made better! Now give it!" He then jumped and tried to grab the thing out of my hands, but I made sure to hold on tight and made sure he didn't get it, but before I knew it we both put too much pressure on it, and the plane ripped.

I was filled with sadness as the other kid was filled with anger.

"GRR! Look what you did!" He yelled and pushed me onto the dirt. The kid ran off and I just sat there in sadness. The teacher had not seen the event of course, with only her watching it was hard to keep up. I then began to have a few tears leave my eyes.

The first bit of happiness I had that day was ruined just like that. I kept thinking to myself why my parents would bring me to such an awful place! AND THEN JUST LEAVE ME! As a kid you don't realize how important education really is, but that was my mindset at that time. I just sat there and started to cry my eyes out not wanting to do anything.

"Are you okay?" I heard someone say.

I looked up to my left and saw that Xeta kid looking down at me. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. His expression showed one of worry, not that I was a very good judge of that at the time.

"NO!" I screamed, "My parents drop me off at this awful place because I've got to be whatever they called it! Then I get left without knowing what I am even supposed to do! Then after the first bit of happiness I've had all day it gets ruined….SO NO! I'M NOT OKAY!" I say and start to cry again.

I had looked down after that and had not realize Xeta had sat own on his knees, "Here."

I looked back at him and saw he had put his airplane in my hands.

"What? No this is yours!" I said.

"It's fine, just keep it…I don't need it," He said and helped me up. Afterwards he just walked off. I didn't really take the whole interaction as anything special and went back to playing. After recess was over the teacher called us all to line up and asked if we had our planes.

She got to Xeta, "Where's yours at?" She asked.

Xeta looked down, "I lost it…"

She got a little surprised, "Oh well….I'm sorry but we have to go to lunch, c'mon!"

We went to the lunchroom and I could see all the classes in there, getting their food and such. I got my tray with my milk and went to go to the table. But I looked down the table past all the others and saw Xeta. He was sitting alone eating the food from the lunchbox he had. I didn't know any of these other kids so I decided to just go hand out with him. I sat on the side across from him and sat down.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked.

He was a little shocked that I asked and spoke quietly, "N-no, it's not…"

I was about to start eating but he stopped me, "I-I…I wouldn't eat the food here….my Mom and Dad told me it's not good…."

I looked confused, "Why? It's just spaghetti?"

He gave a breath, "I warned you."

I took a bite of the food and instantly regretted it! IT WAS AWFUL!

"GAH! How do you ruin spaghetti!?" I asked.

"I don't know….here," He handed me half of the sandwich he had with him, "This will probably taste better than that!" He said nicely.

I took it from him, "Thanks Xeta!" I said.

His eyes widened a bit.

"What's wrong?" I asked while taking a bite.

He spoke softly, "How do you know my name?" He asked.

I swallowed the food I was eating and answered, "I heard it in class, didn't you hear mine?"

He shook his head sadly, "No sorry, I was a little spaced out...also my name's spelled with an X, not a Z."

My eyes widened a bit, "Oh! Okay…well my name is Elizabeth, it's good to meet you!"

He smiled softly, "Thanks…it's good to meet you too!"

We then just talked. Really about what we liked and what we liked to do. He liked video games apparently, and watching cartoons. I told him I liked playing with dollhouses, but he replied it was too girly for him, which it was. I asked about the show that his shirt represented and he said it was his favorite show. Something about people fighting and being able to shoot lasers and other crazy attacks. To be honest, even back then it sounded cool!

When we had gotten back to class we still spoke. We had a group project thing and I made sure me and Xeta were in a group. We worked together with each other until the end of the day.

The last bell rung and we were getting our stuff to go back. But after getting my stuff I didn't really know what to do.

"You okay?" Xeta asked me walking up.

"I….I don't know where to go!" I said back.

Xeta gave a smile, "I do!"

He told me to follow him and I did. He showed me back to the area that I first came in and we both waited at the car ramp. We talked for a bit longer until I heard the person calling cars down say my name. My parents drove up and I walked to the car.

Before I did though I turned around, "By Xeta! See you tomorrow!"

He looked stunned, "T-tomorrow?"

"Yeah tomorrow! Were friends right?" I asked.

He grew a smile, "Yeah….were friends."

I then got into the car and my parents drove off with me.

"So how was school hun?" My Mom asked.

I gave a smile, "It was okay, the first half wasn't, but then I made a friend!"

"Really? That's good to have, but remember studying and learning is more important! Got it?" My mom asked.

"Yes Mom," I said back.

But now at the present, I realize how wrong she really. Nothing is more important than the people you meet. Looking back on it, Xeta has just been looking out for me. You know what screw it, Sunny may know something, maybe something even I don't, but if Xeta is hiding something from me, he could be trying to protect me, or not make me worry. Even if people were after me! I could count on him being there for me! Like he always has before!

I need to remember that. I can't let fear make me forget who he is to me, ever since we met he was always looking out for me, and he wouldn't have saved me if he didn't truly care. Whatever he was hiding, so what, I've kept secrets before, I'll let him keep his.

I stopped being worried and was finally able to get peaceful. I listened to my music until I was able to finally go to sleep.