Ian closes the door behind him, shocked, astonished, and everything along those lines.

I want to die.

I shut my eyes close, wishing that it has all been some sort of twisted daydream.

But it isn't.

I look down, and with a sigh of relief, realize that I have the surgical tape all wrapped around me. But he's still smart enough to know that I'm not a boy.

(Well, at least he didn't see me in my bra…)

I look at myself in the mirror, wanting to whack myself across my face. I'm such an idiot. The first day hasn't even finished, and I've already been discovered. By a snob, no less. Not even a nice guy who'd be willing to keep my secret…

After washing and blowdrying my shirt dry, I put it on and slowly go out to my room. My eyes widen. My two bags are all packed up and on top of my bed.

"You're leaving," Ian says, his arms crossed across his chest.

I don't understand.

"This is a boys' school," he continues, eyeing me up and down. "So, leave."

"No," I blurt out.

Ian looks surprised. "Excuse me?"

"I won't leave right now," I continue, keeping my strong stance. "I'll leave after my brother comes back."

"And how long will that be?"

"A month or so."

Ian scoffs. "You expect me to live with you for a month? No way."

"Why not?" I ask. "I promise I'll keep out of the way. And I'll still follow the rules. In fact…I'll do more. I can even clean the side-"

"Clean?" Ian questions, a disgusted look on his face. "I don't care if you have a cleaning lady's blood pumping down your veins, but you won't touch my personal space."

"Well," I continue, trying to look for another thing to offer. But knowing Ian, all of my options are not quite valid. "I…I'll do whatever you want…"

"Which is to leave," Ian informs me. "I'll be nice. I'll just tell Principal Rosenbloom, and I won't diffuse it all over the school."

"Wait-"

He gets my bags and hands them to me. "I'm not carrying those for you."

"Ian, there-"

"Stop making up excuses, I won't change my mind," he mutters, heading toward the door.

"Principal Rosenbloom already knows!" I say, rapidly so he won't cut me off.

Ian stops in his tracks. "What?"

"He knows everything," I explain. "In fact, he assigned me to this dorm because he thought you wouldn't want to mind my business…guess he was wrong."

"I don't care about uninteresting people's business, so he was right on that," Ian replies. He frowns. "But when a stupid person like you is keeping a secret, he, or she in your case, isn't able to hide it from me for long."

"I'm not stupid," I say, really silently.

"Yes you are."

I perk up. Does he have super hearing powers?

Someone knocks at the door.

I turn to look at it, wondering who it could be.

When…

"Yo, open up! I won't bite!"

I gasp. It's Jonah.

"What is that Wizard kid doing in these dorms?" Ian asks me. "I thought he was a year ahead of us…"

One look at my frightened expression, and Ian figures everything out.

"Oh, great," he sighs. "You're in trouble, Dan…"

"Amy," I tell him.

He glares at me before opening the door.

"I'm looking for that little fool right there, Kabro," Jonah tells him, pointing at me.

"It's Kabra," Ian corrects, clearly mad at the mishap.

Jonah ignores me. He looks at me up and down, and then at the bag. "What, ready to escape?"

I am about to reply no, but he begins to laugh.

"Well, you can stay a while longer here," Jonah tells me. "Hamilton moved the…appointment for next week."

I perk up at this.

Jonah leans against the doorway. "Maybe you could use that time to train your flabby arms…"

I look at my arms. In comparison to Jonah's and Ian's, they're twigs.

"But of course, you'd need a trainer," Jonah informs me. He motions at me with his chin. "I like you, kid. That quick escape you had back there had me laughing in my dorm. I ask for twenty dollars the hour. If we train for two hours, and in the seven days remaining for the duel…then that would give me…er…uh…"

"$280," Ian mutters.

"I knew that," Jonah tells him, before looking back at me. "$280."

By the bored looks in their faces, I can tell that Jonah's desired amount is nothing. But for me, it is.

I, however, won't let my brother's name be stained. He's too brave to be labeled as a whimp. "Fine."

"We start tomorrow," Jonah informs me, about to turn away.

"Wait!" I exclaim. "I sort of have to attend Cheyenne tomorrow afternoon."

"Cheyenne?" Jonah asks. He turns around, smiling. "You're going to spend an entire afternoon with that cutie?"

I nod, not sure where this is going.

"Tell you what, I'll ask Hamilton to give you two more days, and I won't even ask for more money," he offers. "As long as you take me to see Cheyenne tomorrow."

I want to laugh at his grin, but I remain cool and collected. I purse my lips in the rude boy manner. "Sure, yo."

To my surprise, Ian's lips curl upwards.

"You're my new homie!" Jonah hollers. He's about to give manhug, but Ian stops him.

"Goodbye," he simply says, before pushing him out the door. As he closes the door, he begins to chuckle.

I frown, confused.

"Is that what you call your boy impression?" he questions, looking at me.

"What?"

"That weird thing you look with your lips."

I purse my lips. "This?"

Ian grins, laughing silently. "How long have you been doing that?"

"Uh…" I don't know where this is going. "Since I came here?"

Ian begins to laugh hysterically, which trust me, looks so unnatural on him.

"Walk," he orders, his laugh calming down.

"Huh?"

"Walk 'like a boy', I want to see that," Ian furthers his request.

"Um, okay," I reply, and begin to walk just like Nellie told me to.

This brings Ian to laugh even more.

And I'm freaking out. Is something wrong with him?

"You thought that would make you look like a boy!" Ian exclaims, between laughs (which make him look cute, he has a nice smile).

"According to-"

"I'll let you stay for another week," Ian cuts me off. "Until the tournament."

"Really?" I ask, my eyes brightening.

Ian nods. "I figured that you would-"

I am so ecstatic, that I do something that is so unlike me.

I fling my arms around his neck and hug him.

Hug him

I, Amy Cahill, the usually quiet and reserved girl, hugging a boy.

Ian tenses up, and I quickly pull away.

"Sorry," I say, feeling like an idiot. "I was just so-"

He slightly raises his hand, silencing me. He looks slightly flustered. "Just, don't do that again."

"Yeah," I reply, looking down. I begin to smile. Looking up at him, I say: "Thank you, though. I really appreciate that you will be letting me stay one more week. That way, I'll at least leave without giving my brother the reputation of a coward."

Ian nods. He looks as if he's out of words.

He really doesn't like hugs…or anybody going near his personal space, for that matter.

"Don't get too comfortable," he finally speaks. "This is still my dorm and you're still under my rules."

I'm too thankful to even care about his jerky attitude.

Author's Note: In comparison to my other chapters, this one is short. But I've got to study since, in my school, the school year's about to end in a month, and that means that we have a lot of tests and reports. I should be studying now :P But I wanted to post another chapter up, since it has been a week since my last update.

And you guys had me laughing. LOL I'm not that cruel, Amy was already seen by too many people to add to the list :P