AN: I hope everyone that celebrates Thanksgiving had a great one.

AN2: I want to say thank you for all the favorites, follows, and reviews. This story is almost to a hundred reviews which blows my mind. I also appreciated the feed back on Ethan. This chapter is on the short side, but it ties up things from the last chapter and fixes a small plot hole I just caught. Next chapter is Halloween, finally.

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"I don't like to call it revenge... returning the favor sounds nicer."

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Caitlin and Mattea fell into step as they walked to Alex's room the next morning. "It's so weird being in the school this early."

"Well I have to talk to Dr. Blake and you wanted a ride; though, I have a feeling you just wanted to make sure I was okay," Mattea replied with a knowing look.

"Well someone's got to look out for you," Caitlin joked nudging Mattea's shoulder. "Like making sure you sit and watch practice today."

Mattea turned to Caitlin alarmed. "But-"

Caitlin cut her off, " You need to rest and that means no dancing. Besides you got this show down it's just the rest of us clumsy clowns that need the practice."

Mattea giggled as they reached Alex's door. "If you say so."

Sounds of feet echoed down the hall. "Why don't you go ahead in?" Caitlin suggested. "I got to text my mom real quick."

Mattea smiled. "Okay"

Right after the door shut Caitlin leaned against it and placed one hand on the handle. She casually put one foot out as about five football players walked by. Too caught up in their own conversations they missed Caitlin's weapon of choice as two of them were sent sprawling to the floor. "You will leave Mattea and Ethan alone or there will be more trips in your future and they ain't the luxurious kind," She spat before escaping into the classroom.

"You bit-" Brad was cut off as Caitlin slammed the door shut.

Mattea and Ethan both looked up as Caitlin slipped into the room. "What was that?" Mattea questioned.

Caitlin took a deep breath to compose herself before plastering a bright smile across her face. "There was a puddle of water and these two guys didn't see it and slipped. I tried to warn them but they didn't listen."

Mattea ran her tongue across her bottom lip before bitting it. "I'm sure that's what happened."

Caitlin pulled a sucker out of her bag. "Of course."

The subject was dropped when Alex stepped out of her office. "Good morning girls."

"Good morning Dr. Blake," They replied in unison.

"How are you feeling?" Alex directed towards Mattea.

"Fine, a little sore, but I'm fine," Mattea replied.

Alex gave her a warm smile. "I would like to say thank you again."

"It was nothing." Mattea shrugged.

"Well I guess we'll just have to disagree, but let's discuss why you're actually here," Alex spoke moving the conversation.

"Have you decided?" Mattea asked.

"Ethan and I discussed the Halloween party last night," Alex started.

"Mom said we could go," Ethan stated without looking up from his book.

Mattea smiled. "Elise will be so excited. All she talks about is her two favorite people, Ethan and Allie," Mattea blushed as she used Elise's nickname for Alex.

"Well we can't wait. Just have your mom text me the details."

"Will do," Mattea replied before turning her attention to Ethan. "Ethan what do you have first period?"

"Mr. Sheldon for Geometry" Ethan replied.

"That's near my class. Want to walk with us?" Mattea asked.

"Uhm okay," He replied hesitantly.

Alex didn't know what to feel seeing the two seniors look out for Ethan. She knew that neither of the girls had 1st period near the math hall.

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Emily took a seat in Garcia's lair. "I wanted to thank you for not saying anything at the team dinner."

"I won't say it was easy, but that's not something I would tell the team," Garcia replied. "Do the girls know?"

Emily nodded. "Surprisingly they were all pretty excited. I was worried about Elise, but her and Erin are pretty much attached at the hip."

"Well that's good E," Garcia replied turning to type something on her computer.

"While I'm here I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" Emily asked fiddling with her hands.

Garcia turned back around with a pen held in her hand. "Anything for you my furry little friend."

"Could you look into plane tickets from Italy to Virginia around Thanksgiving and from Italy to France around Christmas?"

Garcia waved the pen around like a wand. "How many?"

"Just one," Emily replied.

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"She's my best friend. Break her heart, I'll break your face."