Sorry for the short chapter but I'm working eleven hour shifts every day, I don't have a lot of down time to write long chapters.

The song for this chapter is Chris Brown and Jordin Sparks - No Air lol

"Eddie," I whispered into my phone. My heart hammered in my chest. "When you get this message get our ass over here! I'm at the school. Tony is here. So far I think I'm the only one here. My phone's about to die. Tell my dad. He's not answering his phone." The phone cut off.

Shit.

Closing my eyes, I tried to calm myself. How could I stay calm when I saw him roaming the halls? When he saw me he smirked and had a dangerous glint in his eyes. I was enough to make me drop my bag and books and hightail it up the stairs. In hindsight, I should've ran for the doors, but there weren't any in reach and I needed to put distance between us.

Sitting here in this dark and eerie classroom against the wall all night is not an option, so I had to come up with a plan. If I remembered correctly, Tony could turn into steel, which was still pretty cool, but in his case it didn't' help me any.

"Come on, Iris. I just wanted to talk!" Tony yelled through the halls. The sound of metal cracking filled me with dread.

Fuck it.

My legs picked me up and I scrambled for the door. I peeped around the corner, no one was there. My high heeled boots gave away my location as I ran through the darkened halls. I stopped quickly and ducked into a corner to take them off. I pointed them into the opposite direction that I was about to run in, but I smacked into a hard chest that had to belong to Tony.

He grinned down at me. "Where you going?"

I tried to run for it, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"Not so fast. I need you for a bit before I let you leave." He pulled me along with him. "Tell your pal The Flash to meet us here. Tonight."

"Sure, I have him on speed dial."

His hand closed down on my arm tighter. "Just do it."

I sighed. "My phone died."

"Then we'll get on a computer and you login to your blog and leave him another message. Tell him you're in trouble at the school."

He lead me to the section floor and shoved me into the library, and pointed to a computer.

Nervously I typed away and made it into my blog with Tony breathing down my back. Disgust rose in me as he neared my neck and sniffed.

"You smell like flowers and vanilla, Iris." His mouth moved against my skin.

I stilled, but my hands kept typing. A big part of me wanted to backhand him even though I knew he could easily kill me if he wanted.

"There, it's done. Can I go now? I did what you asked."

He snatched me up, his hand on my ass. "No, I like having you around, Iris. Besides I've always wanted to do this." He shoved me against a bookcase, causing a few books to fall around us, his body pressed against mine. He lowered his mouth to mine, both his arms trapped on either side of me.

I struggled to get away but his hands grabbed mine and pinned them above my head. Panic set in. He wasn't going to rape me was he?! This couldn't be my first time! It had to be special...it had to be with...My heart stopped once I realized I was holding onto my virginity once Barry came back. If he came back. How stupid and pathetic could I be?

My hands were still captured so I wrapped one leg around Tony's waist and he wrapped the other around on his own. If I got into this I wouldn't feel like he violated me. I could be in charge of this. So when he let go of my hands they went to his hair as I bit on his bottom lip and he chuckled.

"I knew you were attracted to me, too." He grinned.

"I thought you liked the chase." I playfully pushed him off of me.

He landed against the bookshelf behind us with a light thud and a smirk. I ran my hands up and down the hard planes of his chest as our eyes met. My other hand stealthily ran over a book beside his thigh before I grit my teeth and swung out, knocking it into his head. He turned around, his head turned into steel.

I dropped the book and backed down the aisle, then turned on my feet, but he yanked me back.

"You thought it would be that easy?" His mouth by my ear.

I stomped on his foot, shoved him away, but grabbed my foot and I fell to the carpet. All the air left me on impact. Quickly, I turned around and kicked him with as much force as I could, striking him in the face then the arm.

He pulled me down further. "You're not going anywhere." His voice menacing.

Despite wanting to be strong enough and fight for myself, I screamed, "Help!" I kneed him as hard as I could in his balls.

He cried out.

I scrambled from under him, he grabbed my ankle, but I shook it off. I raced through the halls, spotting a door. My heart raced as I neared it only to find it chained up. When had Tony had the time to do this? How long had he been waiting to do this? There was no way he chained every single door in this place closed. If Tony wanted The Flash here then he'd leave an entrance open. I mean, The Flash wasn't super strong, was he?

"Iris!" Tony bellowed through the halls.

Fear jolted through me as I rushed away, hoping the next door would be open. Why did I pick tonight to stay late at school to study for exams? This is why I disliked this school intensely.

What would he do when he found me? I was bait. He didn't seem to be the be the forgiving type.

"I just want to talk!"

Yeah fucking right!

I ran past the next door, it was chained also. I knew now was not the time to worry about this, but was The Flash even coming? He let me down when I asked him to help me find out what happened to Barry and now when my life was actually in danger he couldn't be bothered? I get it. He's a superhero, he's busy. I guess, I just wanted to believe we had a connection, which was stupid because I didn't know him from Adam.

Stopping to catch my breath, I glanced around to make sure the coast was clear. My hair fanned in front of my face, ruffled by a light breeze. Goosebumps rose on my skin. My eyes slowly rose to see the front doors of the school open. Could it really be that easy?

Only one way to find out. I headed for the door, hope carried me forward. So close

A large body stepped in front of me just as I made it to the opening. My breath caught in my throat as Tony glared down at me, his body covered in iron from head to toe. I backed away, angry that I had to run away.

"Let me go. Obviously, I'm not as important to The Flash as you thought."

He smirked. "You don't know who he is, do you?"

I shrugged. "Of course, not."

He stalked forward. "He seems to like you. Then again, I can't blame him." His eyes raked over my body.

"So what's your plan? Just keep me here in hopes he'll show? Then what? Fight to the death? What does that prove, Tony?"

"That some people are born to take a beating."

A time when we were all younger flashed into my mind. Tony shoved Barry into a locker and said what he always said, "Looks like you were born to take a beating, Allen."

Hatred filled me. I wanted to get Tony back all this time for beating up Barry like he did and now he was in front of me and I couldn't do anything about it. I was scared. I was weak. I wasn't a fighter and I hated to admit that. But here I was. Literally backed into a corner.

My back hit the wall of lockers as Tony stopped a few feet in front of me. I could've run in the other direction, but I wasn't. Granted, he'd catch me easily. I still didn't want to run away anymore.

"Not everything's solved with violence, Tony. You know some people actually used their abilities for good. Why couldn't you?"

His brow rose. "You mean your boyfriend? He's just fast, Iris. Nothing special about him."

I pushed off the locker. "Then why do you want to beat him so badly? Why go through this much effort to go against him?"

"What's so great about him anyway?" The veins in his neck popping out. "He thinks he's invincible, but he's not. He's not a God. He's not me!" He pushed me back so I banged against the lockers. "If he's so great where is he now? Huh?"

His questions played in my head. If I were being honest, I thought the same things a thousand times in the last few months. Where was he when I really needed him? I guess, I wasn't important enough. We didn't have a connection after all. No reason to think I was special.

My hair blew in my face as Tony and I both realized who was behind us. A smile came to my lips when I took him in. He was here and I couldn't deny how safe I felt knowing I didn't have to go through this alone.

Tony turned around with angry eyes. "Glad you could make it." He punched his hands together and turned around before I could register what he was doing.

The Flash had me down the hall in his arms a moment before Tony's fist smashed into the locker where my head used to be. My heart hammered in my chest as he groaned in frustration.

My eyes went to The Flash, my body frozen from his touch. Familiar and exciting. I wanted to see his eyes, but he was vibrating it.

"You're late. Again.." I joked.

He stood us up. "You're going to run and I'm going to fight that," He stared at Tony gunning our way.

"What? You can't fight him." I insisted.

He flashed us near the door with Tony out of sight. "You need to leave, Iris." He begged.

My eyes stung as I recognized the voice, even behind the vibrations. I took in his build. Not possible.

"Leave. Please."

I shook my head. This is just a dream. I had to be dreaming. There was no way. No. I'm not even going to say it. I was under a lot of stress and trauma. I needed to see a doctor like now because I couldn't even entertain the thoughts I were having.

He misunderstood my head shaking. "Iris, listen to me. Tony's dangerous. You could get hurt. Call your dad."

"I can't,"

"Iris!"

"No, I mean my phone died. My bag and everything is in there." I pointed in the general direction. I think I was going to be sick. Even as I hoped I was wrong I couldn't stop pictured Barry's face on The Flash's body.

I backed away from him and started forward, not hearing a word he was saying. I had to get out of here. Wake up. Please, wake up. This nightmare was going on my top ten. Wake up. My legs took me towards the road. I didn't even know where I was going, I just had to leave this place.

Leaving me coat inside the school, I shivered. My arms folded across my chest. Cars passed me every few minutes. It was late in the winter time, no one was really out this late. It had to be about ten going on ten thirty if not later.

Caitlyn's. I should go to Caitlyn's. No, she's out of town for this week. Her family demanded she come back for this year's Thanksgiving. Caitlyn's was out. Cisco? I stopped in my tracks. What if he knew? What if he knew this whole time and I was stupid enough to feel sorry for him? I was stupid enough go to Barry's house for the last month and sleep in his bed, or imagine what it would be like when he came back. I knew I was jumping the gun a little. There was no tangible proof that The Flash was Barry, but what else was that feeling I had around him that only happened in Barry's presence? What was that dangerous thing he was apart of that he couldn't tell me about? I just assumed whatever he was involved in took over and he was with them.

Anger spiked through me. I reached out to The Flash to help me find Barry. I trusted him! I talked to Barry daily about how amazing The Flash was. And not once did he ever think to tell me! I shook my head. I didn't want to believe this. There had to be another explanation because I didn't want to accept that my friends were lying to me. Did my dad know?

This was too much for one night. I wanted to rewind to just before I had this thought and not have it. I didn't want to handle this, I didn't know how to handle this.

I did the only thing I'd grown accustomed to. I ran. The cold pinched my cheeks as it seeped into my body. Who needed directions when you were running away from something? I let my body go on autopilot while I tried to drown out the noise in my head.

After a while I started to feel better, but I couldn't wash the theories from my brain. I needed to prove myself wrong. I didn't know how to do that. Either get The Flash to reveal his identity, which I didn't think was likely, or prove that Barry was either dead or safe somewhere. All options seemed tricky and I wasn't likely to get any of them done tonight.

My hair swooshed, the telltale sign that The Flash was near. He stood in front of me, his face blurry.

"Are you okay?"

Was I okay? Hell no, I was angry!

"Thanks for saving me again," I hated that I had to say it. "But I really don't want to talk to you."

He stepped forward. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. You pick." I headed past him, but he stopped in front of me. "You want answers? Fine. I asked you to help me find my friend a month ago. And I'm not so sure that he ever needed finding."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help you. I had a lot of work to do." He lowered his head.

"Some things are more important than others. I totally understand."

He blocked me from leaving again. "Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head.

"Can I take you home?"

"I'd rather you not. I can find my own way back home."

He sighed. "I'm sorry. Not everyone is worth saving."

"Barry was."

If I was wrong about this whole thing then I would commit the rest of my life to seeing a therapist, but right now it felt like I was right. It felt like Barry in front of me, but not Barry at the same time.

Without a word he dropped me off at my house. I stood there on my porch, alone and confused out of my mind. Half my mind thought I was over reaching again while the other wanted to connect dots. How did I know what was real and what wasn't?

I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Not expecting to see a group of people waiting in the living room. My heart stopped in my chest as my brain scrambled the previous thoughts taking over my mind. I stepped forward, not believing my eyes.

He grinned. "Hey, Flower."

Way beyond confused.

"Barry?"