Jaded: Chapter 7

"You're going to a benefit?!" Tess asks.

"Yup."

"Lizzie, you should be more excited." Bianca says.

"I am excited."

"Are you worried about formal dancing?" Rizalyn asks.

"No. I know how to waltz. I'll just follow the lead for the other dances."

"Did you go dress shopping?" Mikayla asks.

"No." I say and Jenn says, "Yes."

"Which is it?" Bianca asks.

"A shop brought their gowns to the house." Jenn says.

"No way." Tess says.

"Yes way. It was the coolest thing ever."

"It was strange." I say. "We were sitting on the couch while all the saleswomen brough in racks of gowns."

And Belle left with me alone with Jenn and Delilah. I couldn't enter their world of enthusiasm.

"But you still found a dress." Jenn says.

"Yes. I did still find a beautiful gown."

"Details please." Mikalya says.

"It's electric blue, strapless with flounces starting from the waist."

"Floor length?" Bianca asks.

"Of course."

Everyone laughs.

"Delilah asked for a matching tie and pocket square."

Jenn would mention that.

"For who?" Tess asks.

"For Finn."

"Lizzie, you have another supporter." Mikalya says.

"Yay." I deadpan.

"Why do you guys want them to be together?" Rizalyn asks.

"You haven't seen the beauty that is the two of them. I only got a glimpse last year. The only ones who truly know are Finn and Lizzie." Tess replies.

"Spare me. I get enough that daily."

"The girls here also want them to happen." Jenn explains.

"See? It's undeniable." Bianca says.

I start pacing.

"Anyway, I have to tell you about my dress. It's beige and empire waist. I bought the cutest shoes for it."

"Why didn't you get a bright dress like Lizzie?" Rizalyn asks.

"It was my favorite. Besides, Lizzie's the Belle of the Ball. Not really, because Belle will be there." Jenn says, putting a hand on my arm.

Everyone laughs and I stop fidgeting. I smile at her.

Tess asks about her shoes.

----- ----- -----

I step into the house.

"You said we'd do it in the spring. Closer to the date." A man's voice says.

"We thought this would be better." Belle replies.

"And neither of you told us." Another man's voice comes. "You don't have to look at her, Belle. I know it was her idea."

I look at the study group. Jenn shrugs.

"And I stand by it." Delilah says.

"I know you do. I can't believe you. And I can't believe Belle let you get away with it. Arthur and I were supposed to be here." The second voice says.

"Caleb, calm down." The first man says.

"Caleb?" I mouth to Jenn. She shrugs again.

I motion for the group to go up quietly. And then the door closes again.

And the study slams open.

"Finn?" Arthur says. "And 6 young ladies."

His eyes stop on me. Awkward.

"Hi. My name is Elizabeth Gent. I didn't know anyone would be home." I say, coming off the step.

"Hi, Lizzie. I'm Arthur Simms."

"Delilah left." Caleb Simms say.

Then, he stops and looks at me. How does he know to look at me? This is becoming too much.

"Hi, Lizzie. You probably know who I am. But for introductions sake, Caleb Simms at your service." He says, bowing.

I smile weakly and curtsy in reply.

"Nice to meet you. We can go to the public library." I say, looking at my group.

"Hey, guys." Caleb says, waving. "I don't know you."

"Jennifer Bertram. I came with Lizzie."

"Nice to meet you." He says, smiling.

"We'll get out of your way. You probably want to unpack."

"You guys should stay. Use the library here. It's almost as extensive as a real library." Arthur says.

"I see you've meet my brothers." Belle says coming into the foyer. "Go ahead and study. Dinner will be at 7 and everyone's invited."

"Pleasure meeting you, Liz." Arthur says, leading Caleb away.

I follow the group to the library.

"Was it just me or was that really weird?" I ask closing the door.

"It wasn't just you. The brothers weren't themselves." Mandy says, confused.

"I've never seen them fight. But I guess all siblings must." Chloe comments.

"Caleb and Delilah have always had sibling tension. I think it's because Caleb was the youngest for a while. I'm sure everything will be alright." Finn says.

"Yeah. I guess we should study."

We split into two groups, sophomores and seniors.

"So are you ready for the ball?" Allison asks, stretching.

"It's a benefit not a ball." I say. "I'm not Cinderella."

"It's your social debut."

I laugh.

"I suppose. I mean I'm not going to make that much of a difference."

"Everyone's going to want to meet you." Chloe says.

"Why?" I ask confused.

"When everyone finds out you're staying with the Simms, you'll be the main topic." Finn says.

He sounds sullen.

"So, like I said it's your social debut." Allison emphasizes.

"Fine, we'll call it that. I'm ready. We're getting our hair, nails, and makeup done."

"We're spending all day with Belle and Delilah." Jenn says, as the door opens. "It going to to be so much fun."

"I'm glad you feel that way. It's dinner time." Belle says.

I pack up so I'm the last out.

"Delilah's not joining us." Arthur says, when I look around the table.

I nod and sit down.

"Do you still have studying to do?" Caleb asks.

"Not today. We got most of it done. Lizzie's an ace." Allison says.

"She helped us at the same time." Nicole says.

"That's impressive." Arthur says and I shake my head. "No, really. I remember doing home work into Sunday night."

"And mom wasn't sure about sending us there. She thought the class load had gotten crazy." Caleb says.

There's a pause.

"Until she realized Arthur wasn't starting until Sunday morning. I'm glad I got to go. I always wanted to be an Alden girl." Belle explains.

"So buddy how have these girls been treating you?" Caleb asks Finn.

Buddy?

"It's been cool. Today was the first time we talked about clothes or anything. I blame the benefit."

"We talked about it for a moment." Chloe says, exasperated. "Why do guys act like all 'girly conversations' last forever?"

"Becasue it's fun to get this reaction." Finn smirks.

"What are you wearing, Finn?" Arthur asks.

"I don't know. My mom wanted to set it up."

He doesn't know?

I look at Belle. She smiles back, complacent. I feel like it was Delilah's idea.

"And you let her? You're such a good son." Caleb says.

"If she cares that much, then that's more important." Finn replies.

That's really sweet. I don't think I could do it. But it's still sweet.

"Since you don't have homework, how about we watch a movie?" Arthur asks.

Finn and I meet eyes. He has more homework than us.

"Sounds good." He says, still looking at me.

"And girls, you can sleep over tonight. Stephan can pick up anything you need." Belle says.

"Cool." Mandy says.

"I'll find out what time my mom wants me home tomorrow. I can take everyone back to the academy in the morning." Chloe offers.

And that's how I ended up hosting a sleepover.

----- ----- -----

Lindsay: Send me a picture when you and Jenn are all put together.

Allison: send me a pic.

This is why they're my best friends.

Jenn comes out of our room.

"Can you take a picture of us, Lucy?" I ask the head maid.

"Yes." She says.

She takes the picture and walks away quickly.

"Lucy doesn't talk very much."

"She talks to me sometimes. But maybe she's just really focused on working." Jenn says.

"That could be it." I say sending the picture.

Lindsay: Beautiful. Don't fall in those shoes. And have fun.

Me: Thanks. Have a good time at lunch. Tell me if there's any cute freshmen.

Lindsay: At the academy? Creepy.

Me: At Northwestern. You crazy.

Lindsay: I know. And I'm not going to tell you. You already have someone.

Me: We're not together.

Lindsay: You might as well be. Tess and Rizalyn are telling me to get ready.

Me: Rizalyn is excited to go?

Lindsay: She's antsy from nerves. Anyway, have a good time.

Me: Bye.

"Ready, Lizzie?" Jenn asks, picking up her clutch.

"Yep." I say, glancing at the mirror. "I mean, yes."

"We don't need to be proper until we get there."

"Lizzie, Jenn?" Belle calls up.

We leave the room and walk down the stairs.

Delilah gasps and I look up. Finn and the brothers are staring at me. Belle is … dabbing her eyes! Why?

"Jennifer, you look beautiful." Arthur says, assisting her down.

"Eliza, you okay?" Finn whispers.

"I don't understand everyone's reactions."

"Simple. You look gorgeous."

"Thank you."

I still think everyone's being too much. But when a guy says that, how do you think of anything else?

"Picture time." Michelle says.

"Where did she come from?" I ask Finn.

"Who knows."

We all pose for a picture.

"We'll meet you there." Caleb says.

"Girls, save me a dance." Arthur says.

The Simms leave.

Michelle takes pictures of the three of us.

"Now, just Finn and Lizzie."

"Good idea, Jenn." Michelle says, emphatically.

Subtle.

"Did you know about this?" Finn asks through his smile.

"No, I promise."

"I meant the blue tie. We're matching."

"I did. I didn't know it was a surprise until yesterday. Sorry."

"It's fine. Let's just appease them." He putting his arm around my shoulders.

I smile as the camera snaps a few more times.

"I think we're good mater. We're going to be late."

"Okay, thank you. See you there."

"Drive safe." Finn says, helping Jenn put her coat on.

"You too."

We get in the car as his parents drive off.

"Which fork do you use first?'

"It's the salad fork." I say. "She's nervous about dinner. Belle taught us everything quickly."

"Finn, do you know formal silverware?"

"Yes."

"Of course. Lizzie picked it up immediately like always. I'm going to be the only one to mess up."

"Jenn, you'll be fine." I say.

"And if you do mess up, Lizzie and I will too."

I smile at him and he smiles back.

"You guys rock. Okay, now we need music." She says, grabbing the phone hook up.

We talk and listen to music all the way there.

----- ----- -----

There are coat attendants. Good and proper coat attendants.

"Don't forget your ticket, Jenn." Finn says, handing it to her.

"Elizabeth Gent." I tell the hostess.

"Yes. Guest of the Simms. Party of three. Table 2."

"Thank you." I say, smiling and looking for our table.

"This way." Finn says, putting his hand on my back. “The higher the number, the closer to the stage."

"Good to have an expert around."

"I've only been to a couple of these. And they weren't happy occasions."

"Oh."

"Hi, Lizzie."Chloe says. "Looks like you're the completion of our table."

"So you're the young ladies staying with the Simms. George, help them sit down."

Finn scoots me in and George helps Jenn.

"Mom and dad, you know Finn. This is Lizzie and her sister Jennifer. Girls, this is my twin brother, George."

"Hi, guys. Jenn, you look amazing." Lynn says, standing behind George.

"Your brother's sitting there now, dear. Sit next to your father."

"But…"

Mr. Lucas looks at her.

"Fine, we’ll just talk around George."

"Dancing will commence in 10 minutes."

"I'm going to talk to my father." Finn whispers to me. "Excuse me, Mr. & Mrs. Lucas."

"Jenn, would you like a drink?" George asks. "Lizzie?"

Lynn and Chloe look at each other.

"Yes, please." Jenn says and I nod.

He motions someone over and picks up two ciders.

I talk to Chloe and her parents until the first song. George asks Jenn to dance.

"Elizabeth Gent. I've heard so much about you." A woman says.

"Good or bad?" I joke and she doesn't laugh.

"Anyhow Charles," She motions for a young man. "Charles, this is Elizabeth Gent."

"Hello, Miss Gent. Would you care to dance?"

"Yes."

He leads me to the dance floor. We wait for an open space to join in.

I try to follow his lead but he messes up on the third rotation. I might be wrong so I ignore that thought.

"What do you do for work, Miss Gent?"

"I'm a high school student."

His mom may have heard of me but he hasn't.

"Oh. I'm in my freshman year at Harvard Law."

That means he's at least 5 years older than me.

"What do you think of the new courses in international and comparative law?"

"I think, well it provides a better education than before."

"What elective did you choose?" I ask.

"Are you thinking of going into law? Why are you asking so many questions?"

Because it’s polite.

"I'm not going to be a lawyer. I just read a lot of academic journals."

"I graduated 7th in my Academy class. What are you?"

"Last year, I was 3rd but only by 4 points."

Charles' face sours.

"I prefer not to talk about work at events."

I'm tempted to roll my eyes but that's not acceptable. I catch Finn’s eye. He sends me a confused look.

"The girl with you is your sister, correct?"

"Yes. Her name is Jennifer."

"You look nothing alike. She has black hair and brown eyes while you have blonde hair and blue eyes. Your face shape and body types are different as well. Different fathers?"

I can't even tell if he's trying to imply anything or if he's just nosy.

"We're not blood sisters."

"So she's adopted? Or were you adopted first?"

"Neither. We decided we were sisters. Jenn and I, no parents involved."

He looks at me confused so I change the topic.

"What do you do for fun?"

"Snowboard, surf anything that requires travel. My friends and I hate going to the same place or doing something basic. Like last year, we went snowboarding in Keystone but that's still in America. So this year, we went to Les Contamines, France and each got their own cabin."

That doesn't even sound fun.

"That's interesting."

"You'd love it. This winter we'll make it more expensive. I'll add you to the list."

"It's okay. It's not really my scene." I say as the music ends.

"Nice dancing with you." He says and walks away.

I go back to my table. I'm waiting with the Lucases for three songs before another young man asks me to dance.

I dance four more times in over an hour. My partners don't get worse. But they don't get better either. They make it obvious their parents made them ask me or they just think I'm pretty.

I sit down and try not to slouch. I see Jenn dancing with George for the fifth time. They have changed partners but keep making their way back to each other.

"Last dance before dinner."

I haven’t seen the Simms since they made a brief entrance. I look for them. Instead, I look in the spot I was avoiding. Finn is against a wall, glaring at the room at large.

"Elizabeth Gent?"

"Lizzie." I correct, again.

"Yeah well. I'm Cameron. Can we dance?"

Finn comes to my side.

"Chloe, would you like to dance?"

Chloe looks at me.

"Yes. I'll dance with you." I tell the kid in front of me.

He takes my hand and leads me to the floor.

I see Finn and Chloe come to the floor.

"How old are you?" I ask.

"I'll be 15 next month."

He's closer to my age but whoever sent him is just as misguided as Charles' mother.

"Who told you to dance with me?"

"My dad. He said he needs the Simms to like us."

"Next time your dad sends you to make a business deal, don't answer the key person with yeah well. Politeness goes a long way."

"But I don't want to dance with you. I want to dance with Miranda."

And I want to dance with Finn. I look over Cameron's shoulder to see Finn glaring in my direction. At me or the kid it doesn't matter. It's not acceptable.

"Tell you what. If you can get even less people to dance with me, I'll put in a good word about your parents. You just have to promise me one other thing."

"Alright." He says, warily.

"You'll ask Miranda to dance three non consecutive times after dinner. She may say no because she's shy, her parents tell her to, or because she doesn't want to dance you. You have to stop at three so you don't pester her."

Cameron smiles.

"I can do that."

We talk comfortably after that.

"Lizzie." Jenn says, taking my hand.

"Having fun?"

"Tons. I've messed up on dances. But everyone's been nice about it."

"Especially George?" I whisper.

"Yeah, he's nice." She responds.

She's not sold?

Finn scoots me in and sits down.

"You're lovely dancers." Mrs. Lucas says.

"Thank you." I reply.

"I can't believe the Ridgewoods sent Cameron to dance with you." Chloe says.

"I know. But he's adorable."

"He is. He's been in love with Miranda Adams since they were in elementary."

"And Miranda?"

"Same but she's really shy."

"But he seems shy."

"Nah, he's just really obedient. Dating isn't his family's plan right now."

"Well, I told him to dance with her. A couple dances isn't going to hurt."

"You guys do realize they're not even 15, right? They don't need people cheering them on." Finn says.

"Of course they don't. It's just good to see. And they can use a little push." I reply.

The salad comes. I poke Jenn and she smiles.

The Lucases ask us questions and make an effort to get to know us. The soup and main course are delicious. Lynn keeps looking at George. Chloe keeps looking at Finn and I. Fun and awkward. It should become my slogan.

"Mr. Arthur Simms has some words to say."

Dessert comes while he's going to the stage. It's a chocolate and fruit masterpiece.

"Hello and thank you for joining us tonight. My siblings and I appreciate your support. It’s been 10 years since Belle and I started managing the company. To commemorate, we have taken on a ward. Elizabeth Gent is now under the protection of the Peyton Empire."

The spotlight hits me. And I stand up in surprise.

I'm what?!?!

Brumous

It's been dreary lately. It's June. And the weather can't make up its mind. It was over 100 on Monday and then it was drizzling on Tuesday.

The weather isn't doing anything for my mood. I haven't been sleeping well because, as always, I'm afraid of my dreams. I don't want to eat or leave the house. I want to lay in bed and watch tv.

I'm taking a break from therapy because I started working this week. I know my medication is a good fit. I know my cycle will affect my mood. But I really need a upturn.

I hope a change of weather will help.

P.S. I'll probably be complaining of heat in a couple weeks but sometimes the wish is too overpowering.

Jaded: Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I shoot up in bed and check the time. 2:14 am. Jennifer’s nightmares usually come between 12 and 1. We’ve passed the critical point. I lay back down.

Only now I can’t sleep. I’m fully awake. 2:38 am. I’m going for a walk. I check on Jenn. She’s sound asleep.

I slip outside to the backyard.

I’m going to a benefit. I’ve been seeing young enterpeanuers go to benefits for as long as I can remember. Magazines would feature them and their celebrity guests. There were even a few shown on TV. And I’ll be attending one.

I sit against the tree and stare up at the stars.

I hear a sigh. I lean around the tree.

“Finn?”

“Oh, hi Eliza. What are you doing out here?”

“I was planning on going on a walk but I’m sitting against this tree instead. How about you?”

“Couldn’t sleep, again.”

I stare at him, wide-eyed. Finn has a steady sleep pattern.

“How are the girls doing without their fearless leader?” Finn asks robotically.

“Do you actually care or are you just turning the conversation?”

“I care.” He says, glancing at me. “Did I do something to bother you?”

“You keep getting lost in thought and observing. Now you’re not sleeping. I feel like I ruined your senior year by uprooting you.”

“I’m just doing my job.”

I lean away from him. He scoots over.

“That’s not how I meant it, Eliza. I’m observing and thinking because I’m doing my job. I’m glad I get to go to school with you. I told you that. I just don’t want to get in your way.”

“You’re not getting in my way by being a part of the conversation. You wouldn’t be getting in my way if you wanted to suggest anything. I want to enjoy going to school with you too. I want to see your hometown through your eyes.”

“I moved here when I was eight.”

“I’ve moved around since I was eight. I don’t even remember which street I grew up on. Seeing that connection for someone else is amazing.”

“Fine, we’ll go this weekend.” He says, closing his eyes and leaning against the tree.

“Finn? Are you okay?”

“I’m just…”

“Don’t you dare say lost in thought!”

He opens his eyes and smiles, lazily.

Don’t distract me by smiling either.

“Alright, alright. It’s just a little uncomfortable being home. I haven’t had a routine at home since I was 14. It’s difficult having them telling me what to do after being so independent.”

I hum in reply because I have nothing to say.

Finn sits straight up.

“Oh man, Eliza. I’m so sorry. I don’t have anything to complain about. That was rude of me.”

“Finn, I already told you. You don’t have to feel bad talking about your family. I’m used to not having a mom and dad. I may not always understand but it’s a part of who you are so I’ll try.”

Finn nods.

“It’s just a bit strange because they raised me to be an independent child.”

I wonder what kind of child I was.

“But now they’re reluctant to let me do my own thing. Dad’s reminding me to train and the code of conduct. Mom’s telling me to schedule and wash my clothes.”

“Do you have a hard time remembering to wash your clothes?”

“Well, we can’t all have maids like some people.” He says nudging me. “No, I don’t. She’s just being a mom.”

“Okay. What’s the code of conduct?”

“My dad’s school demands respect, trust and sacrifice. We conduct ourselves in a dignified way to be respected. We instill trust by not treating a client as a friend or being romantically involved with them. And we are willing to protect our client at the highest cost.”

“Why in the world did you get picked to be my bodyguard, then?”

“That’s what I’m wondering.”

“I mean, you’re dignified enough and I completely trust you. But you were my friend before you were my bodyguard.”

Finn nods and our eyes met. I look away immediately.

Just friend.

“Why would they have my friend watch me?”

“I think it was to make you feel comfortable. My dad chose a young adult so you wouldn’t stand out too much at school.”

“Because bringing a boy doesn’t make me stand out.”

Finn laughs and leans back.

“Wait Finn, are you willing to sacrifice anything to protect me?”

“I’m hoping it won’t come to that because I’d have only a split second to decide.”

“Some guard.” I mutter.

“I’m kidding, Eliza. I would be willing to protect you no matter what, even if I wasn’t your guard.” He says, putting an arm around me.

“Good. So should I ask your dad to fire you so you stop being so reserved?”

“Getting paid to go to school is nice and I’m not breaking all the rules yet so no.”

“Alright but I’m firing you the moment you stop being dignified.”

“Deal.”

We watch the stars for a moment.

“I’m going for my walk.” I say, standing.

Finn catches up to me.

“Are you ever going to tell me your story with Jenn?”

----- ----- -----

“I won’t leave Jenn!” I declare.

“Jenn will be fine. You knew we specialize in young girls.”

You shouldn’t. You’re not kind enough.

“We’ve been looking for fosters since you turned 10.”

She pushes me through the door.

“No. Jenn and I need each other. We make each other better.”

“Elizabeth. Stop this right now.”

“We don’t have room for problematic girls. Maybe the timing isn’t---.” Says the woman I met last week.

“No. She’s a great girl. She cares for the younger girls well.”

I care for one girl.

“You and Jennifer may correspond via letter. Give her a book and she’ll be fine.” Roxanne says to the couple, handing the man my belongings.

I follow them out. Once I got in the car I look at the building. Jenn's in the side yard staring at me. I wave as long as I could see her and try not to cry.

We traded letters for 10 months.

“Beth, you have mail.” Mr. _____ says at the breakfast table.

I open the letter.

Dear Jennifer,

I’m glad school is going so well. Congratulations on your test scores. I knew there was a reason you could understand my homework.

I’m good. Mr. and Mrs. ____ are still trying to get me to call them by their first names. It feels rude though. We’re going on a road trip starting August 16, two weeks before school.

How is your first week of summer?

Love, Beth

I drop the envelope in confusion.

“Beth? What’s wrong?” Mrs. _____ asks.

“This fell out.” Kendall says, handing me a piece of paper.

Jennifer has been adopted by a young woman. Take care, Elizabeth Gent.

Ms. Roxanne ______

I didn’t leave my room for a week. It took me another week to leave the house.

“Beth, assisting Doug starts this week. I know you’re sad but can you do it with me?” Kendall asks.

“Yes.” I say, picking up a new book.

“You just put down your last one. Do you want to go skating with us?”

I shake my head.

I worked the rest of the summer. We went on our road trip and school started. Roxanne _____ would not give me Jenn’s new address.

Then the ______ had to stop being fosters to care for her mom. They adopted Kendall while the other three girls were sent to an orphanage. Our records got lost in the scuffle. Our records were based on our memory.

I was only in the orphanage for 3 months before I was taken into another one.

A year passed with me going to school, reading, and assisting Mrs. ____ with errands and tutoring.

An announcement shook the home.

I wasn’t interested but Mrs. _____ made every girl take it. We lived so close to the academy that she would be able to see us.

I passed because of the training I had in obscure subjects such as Latin.

“Girls. We have a new family member, Jennifer.” Mrs. Bachchan says.

I’m not going to look up. I’m not falling for it again. Jennifer is happily adopted.

“Go ahead, dear. Introduce yourself.”

“My name is Jennifer _____.” Comes the clear voice.

I look up.

I scream and stand.

“Beth Gent. What are you doing?”

“Elizabeth Gent? Lizzie?” Jennifer asks as I hug her.

“Jenn. Jennifer is that really you?”

“It’s me, Lizzie. Is it you?”

“Yes.” I say, laughing and tearing up. “This is really happening.”

“Oh, Lizzie, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too. But what are you doing here?”

“My mom, Susan, I was adopted.” I nod. “She died three weeks ago.” Jenn starts crying.

I hug her tighter.

“Why don’t you girls go catch up? I’ll save some lunch for you.” Mrs. Bachchan says.

I lead Jenn to my room. She tells me all about her adoptive mom and their lives together. She tells me about the past month, how Susan was just running an errand. She was supposed to be gone for an hour. Then her adoptive grandfather picked up a call. She had spun off the road and hit a tree. She was only 42.

“Jenn, I’m so sorry. You’ve had to experience so much pain in such a short life.”

Her mom, dad, aunt, cousin and now adoptive mom.

“Papa moved to a home in this town. I’m not alone. And I found you again.” Jenn’s eyes widen. “I’m sorry I never wrote you. The first 6 months were hard to adjust to. I wrote you last January but it was returned.”

“It’s okay.”

“I promised myself I would apologize the moment I saw you.”

“Jennifer, it is okay. Roxanne _____ told me you got adopted. I was happy to know you were being taken care of.”

“I actually never stopped writing to you. Hold on.”

Jenn runs to her suitcase. She comes back with a box.

We read her letters and relive the moments.

While Jenn eats a late lunch, I talk to Mrs. Bachchan. She promises to make sure Jenn stays in town so she can be near me and test for the academy.

Thankfully two years later she got in as well.

----- ----- -----

“Wow. I never knew.”

“Lindsay is the only one I’ve told.”

“You’d never guess that Jenn has gone through all that.”

“She’s great at hiding it. And she’s dealt with most of it.”

“Yeah?” Finn looks at me. “I knew you moved a lot but the _____ adopted Kendall only?”

“She had been with them the longest and knew Mrs. ____'s mother. She was basically their daughter.”

“But it was another big change in such a short time period.”

“Finn, if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that things change quickly.”

“I guess but didn’t you want to be a part of a family?”

“I don’t think the tradition type of family is the only kind of family. I love and care about the ____ and I’ll continue to do so even if I don’t know where they are or what they’re doing. To me, that’s family.”

“That makes sense. I mean that’s what my family has done for years. Eliza?”

“Yes?” I ask surprised.

He doesn't really have to get my attention since he already has it.

“Will you be my date next Saturday?”

Next Saturday? What’s happening next Saturday?

“For the benefit? Of course. How did you hear about it?”

“My dad called me as soon as school let out. I knew the Simms would want to tell you.”

“Oh, ok. I was going to ask you to be my date and, um, bodyguard tomorrow. Or rather, today.”

“Yeah, I guess you can’t go with anyone else anyway.”

“Well not when I have my own built in bodyguard/escort.”

“You know what? I have training tomorrow morning. I should get to sleep.” Finn says, standing.

I barely get out a bye before he jogs away.

Did I say something wrong?

----- ----- -----

Finn fulfilled his promise. We're exploring the town.

But he's not speaking to me.

"What happened between you and Finn?" Allison asks.

"Nothing."

"Lizzie, he hasn't smiled this entire time. You two were silent in the front seat. Something happened."

"I thought it was going pretty well. We talked Friday. There were awkward pauses. I visited Michelle and he walked me home."

"What kind of awkward pauses?

"Like we'd be talking and our eyes would meet. The person whose turn it was would be silent. And then I'd look away."

"Wow, girl. For all your maturity and intelligence, you don't know anything about developing a relationship. That’s the time to flirt."

"I don't know how to flirt."

"Yes you do." I look at her surprised. :You and Finn can't have a conversation without flirting. It’s just not intentional so when your subconscious picks it up, you both freeze.Then, you change the path. But that can't be the only problem. What else?"

"Guys, hurry up." Mandy beckons us as Finn helps her off the boat.

We walk down. Finn helps Allison and then reaches out his hand. I'm about to take it, when he puts his hands on my waist and lifts me down.

"Since your balance is terrible."

I'm getting deja vu.

"I can get off a boat." I say.

Finn shrugs before catching up with the other girls.

"See what I mean? No progress, ever. But seriously, there's something else."

"I told him a personal story. And we're going to the benefit together."

"As a date?"

I relay our conversation.

"That's the second time you two faked me out. Lizzie, he asked you on a date."

"But he was already going to the benefit. And he says date all the time. I don't think he meant anything by it."

"You said you visited Michelle, right?"

"Yeah. So what?

"Did she show you videos and pictures of the family?"

"Yeah. Have you seen them?"

Allison smiles.

"No. He won't let anyone see them. He says they're too embarrassing. The fact that you've seen them means you're different. You said you've been talking about things you avoided before. You're willing to share all."

"But we're both reserved. Maybe we're finally able to share these things."

"And maybe the sky's green. You are both reserved. And it's only because I'm so chill that you've opened up to me so much. But there's a force causing you to think of all the things you don't know about each other. You need to stop repressing it by looking away or changing the topic. Or it may ruin your relationship."

We enter the gallery.

"I'll let you think about that." Allison says, walking away.

I look at some jewelry and paintings. I stop at a painting of a little boy and girl at the shore. Finn walks by.

"Finn, is this the shore we walked past?"

He glances at the painting.

"Yeah."

Stop repressing it, I think.

"I like this painting."

"You've been looking at it for 10 minutes. I'm not surprised."

I'm silent. I guess he feels bad because he leans in to look closer.

"She has your hair."

"Yeah, I guess she does." I say, touching my dirty blonde hair.

"It's been here for years. Other things change but they haven't sold this yet."

"Maybe the artist doesn't want it sold. I feel like the message reaches more people this way."

"What's the message?" He asks, curious.

"I think we're supposed to imagine ourselves as the young kids on the beach. There's a joy and freshness that the painting gives off. Maybe it's their first time for the summer or their last. Maybe it was a surprise or an event looked forward to."

"Maybe." He says, walking to the next painting.

Allison walks up.

"I don't know if I can face the force alone." I whisper to her.

School

I was thinking about elementary school today.

We used to play games that only required our body. We'd chase each other. We would be monsters and jumps out at each other. We played hand games and even made up some of our own.

It's funny what used to entertain me at a young age. I want to say that I matured. That it requires more complex things to engage me now. However, I think I'm worse off for it.

Children can create things to do. They use their imagination and figure out how to make it work. I wish I still had that ability.

I guess that's why I like working with children. I get to see them use their minds. It also teaches me how to have that mind again.

Jaded: Chapter 5

Chapter 5

“Wow, that’s pretty. But why are we looking at clothes when we have a uniform?” Allison asks, putting down the shirt she picked up.

“Delilah said something about after school clothes and put an envelope in my hand as she left this morning.” I shrug.

“Cool.”

“Do you want to pick something out for each of the girls?”

“Really?” She asks, surprised.

“Yes. I don’t need many new clothes. And I’m not a very good shopper. To be quite honest, I’m happy for a couple hours without Finn.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s just that after not seeing him for so long, it’s a little intense to see him all the time.”

“I can understand that. But is there anything going on between you two?”

I try not to blush.

“Is there anything going on between you two?” I ask back.

“I asked you first.”

“You’re the one who sees him in his natural habitat.”

“What is he, a different species? You’re the one who sees him most of the year.” Allison pauses. “What am I doing? This is not a girl fight. Finn is a brother. That’s why I’m asking."

“For him?” I ask, a little hopeful.

“For me to know what the next two months will be like.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if anything is going on. I haven’t seen him in months. I do like him though.”

“Well, it seems like something is going on.”

“Do you,” I pause and try again. “Do you approve?”

“Approve really, Lizzie? I’m not his mom.” She says adding skirts to our basket. “But yeah, I ‘approve.’ You guys complement each other from what I can tell.”

“That’s good.” I say, smiling. “Do you know Michelle Campbell?”

“Of course. Isn’t she wonderful?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never met her.”

Allison looks up, surprised.

“Really? You’ve known Finn for years and never met his mom?”

“Yeah. His parents don't visit for long.”

That and I think he keeps them away from us.

“Interesting.”

“She’s the Latin teacher, right? The one who couldn’t come to dinner?"

“Correct. You’ll meet her at school, then.”

Spirant Iustum: I’m done shopping. Are you ready?

“Finn is asking if we’re ready to go.”

“I got clothes for everyone. Is there anything else you need?”

“No, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

Me: Going to check out now.

Spirant Iustum: Ok, I’ll be at the car.

“I wonder why there’s no one here. Isn’t school shopping supposed to be going on?” I ponder aloud.

“There’s a pause between those who prepare before and those who wait for teachers’ special request.” The cashier answers.

“That makes sense.” I say, smiling at her.

“I’ll have to remember that for college.” Allison says.

The cashier nods and tells me the price. I pay and pick up the bags.

“See you at school Monday, Chloe.” Allison calls.

“See you.”

“Why won’t you see her tonight?” I ask.

“I don’t think she’s living on campus this year. It’s a great experience but given the option five blocks from school is not a bad one.”

“Wait, she’s a tuition student? Why is she working?”

“Yeah she is. Chloe doesn’t have to study long and doesn’t have any extracurricular activities so she decided to work part- time.”

“Oh.” I say simply.

Their school is different from ours. Tuition girls do not work. We don’t mingle either.

----- ----- -----

I sit further up in my seat. It’s my first morning assembly. I can’t seem like I’m disinterested yet.

“I don’t think sitting up is going to help.” A girl whispers to me. “My cousin says all her speeches are boring.”

I turn to the girl. She flashes a smile and turns back to the stage.

After another 15 minutes, I have to say something.

“What is she even talking about?”

“The history of the school.”

“We all know the history. Why else would we want to come here?”

“True. But she’s trying to motivate us to uphold it by telling it in the most boring way possible.”

I laugh and someone shushes us.

We sit in silence until the assembly ends.

“I’m Milly Musgroves, by the way.” She says, offering her hand.

“Elizabeth Gent.”

“Well, Miss Gent.” She says, shaking my hand. “I look forward to greatly enriching my education and more importantly my life alongside you.”

“Me too.” I say laughing.

“See you around, Elizabeth.” Milly says, standing up.

I don’t usually like being called Elizabeth but I don’t think I’ll correct her. Maybe if I can get Lindsay to call me Elizabeth, I’ll be her again.

“Mistress.”

“Lizzie.”

“Uh are we going to change for P.E. Mistr—Lizzie?” Lindsay corrects when I look at her.

“Sure. I can’t believe we forgot the clothes in our dorm.” I say, leading the way.

“Did you make any friends? My section was quiet.”

“I met a Milly Musgroves. She’s the tall brunette up ahead.”

Lindsay looks.

“… charity case?” I hear and immediately slow down.

“No, Milly you weren’t.” Says a girl who looks like Milly.

“Paige told me to watch you but I thought your cousin was exaggerating as usual. You know we're not talking to them.” The first girl says.

“I know, I know. I was just being nice. It’s not like we have anything in common or I really like her. It won’t happen again. Macey, I’m going to class. Come with me or go with Jo. Do what you want.” Milly Musgroves says.

I feel my throat go dry and my eyes begin to sting.

“That door is closer to the dorms.” I say, gesturing vaguely.

Lindsay nods and pulls me over, even though it’s not closer.

----- ----- -----

“Surprise.” Finn says, holding out apply juice.

“Okay… thanks.” Allison says, looking at him confused.

“Don’t mind him. Apple juice is a thing.” I say, putting the bags in the trunk.

“Eliza order apple juice on our first date because she didn’t want to spend all my money.”

“Really?” Allison asks, looking at me.

“Finn.”

“No, not really. We went to a café the first day we met. It wasn't a date. But now I habitually surprise her with apple juice.”

“Interesting habit.” Allison whispers.

“Apple juice is the best.” I say, ignoring her.

“Although, the hot chocolate Daniel used to make was amazing.”

“Don’t mention it. I miss Daniel and his creations.”

“You two love the past don’t you?” Allison asks.

“It was a simpler time. Eliza also lives for the future.”

“Whereas, Finn lives in the moment.” I retort.

“It’s what you’ve got with you.”

“You need to plan ahead.”

“Guys?”

“But that doesn’t mean you should be focused on the future and miss what is currently happening.”

“Of course but you can’t miss opportunities that will help your future.” I reply.

“I just asked a question.” Allison mutters.

“We’re just joking.” Finn says.

I scowl at him and he smiles back.

----- ----- -----

“I’m walking up to the school now. I should go.”

“Alright. Have a good first day.”

“Have a good afternoon, Lindsay.”

“Be wary of Finn.”

“Bye.” I say rolling my eyes.

“Bye.”

I take Jennifer’s hand to the right of me.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m fine, Lizzie. Are you ready?”

I nod.

“Then, I’ll see you and Finn at lunch.”

“Later, Jenn.” Finn says.

Jenn waves as she goes down a different hallway.

“I’m sorry, Finn.”

“For what?”

“For making you live at home for ten weeks and for taking you away from your friends. There must be a reason you don’t go to this side.”

“Not really. My parents wanted me to live in two places. I would have gone to one of the three but I had various reasons for the one I chose. And you didn’t take me away from my friends. Now I’m with some of my less seen friends.”

“But still you’re going to be the only boy in the school.”

“Yes but I get to be in every class with my best friend who disappeared last year. And I get paid for it.”

“You disappeared last year.”

“I was right there for you to find me.”

“I was the same.”

“Eliza, I presume.” The teacher says.

“Lizzie Gent actually.” Finn says.

Once again, the school year starts with tension.

“Sorry. Finn is protective of that nickname.”

“I understand.” She says, smiling. “Well, since you’re early you can choose your seats first.”

Finn looks at all the seats for a few moments before choosing the second to last against the wall.

“Why these seats?” I whisper.

“They’re away from the window. They’re also not immediately after the door.”

“Okay, that’s thorough.”

“Excuse me, Mrs. Campbell. I didn’t get to--- wait, you’re Finn’s mom.”

“Took you long enough.” Finn says and Mrs. Campbell chuckles.

“Yes I am. I wanted to meet you at the dinner but I was visiting my brother.”

I smile as she sits backwards in the seat in front of me.

“It’s fine. How was your visit?”

“It was wonderful. I got to meet my new niece.”

"Do you have pictures mom?"

“Of course. I’ll show you when you get home. Lizzie, you’ll have to come visit the house soon.”

“Okay. Thank you for the invitation.”

“I have to run to the staff room. I’ll be right back.” Mrs. Campbell says.

“You have a cousin?” I ask, getting out my notebook and pens.

“Yeah. She’s actually my uncle’s second child and my seventh cousin overall.”

“Wow. I had no idea. What have we been talking about all these years?”

“I just avoided talking about family.”

“You can talk about your family. It won’t bother me. I want to know everything about you, Finn.”

He stops organizing and meets my eyes. I feel my face getting hot and try to think of a way to make that statement less meaningful.

“Hi, Finn.”

“Hi, Chloe. How was your summer?”

“It was fine. I interned at one of my dad’s offices. How was yours?”

“I spent it touring schools and training. Aren’t breaks supposed to be refreshing?”

Chloe laughs.

“They are. But our parents don’t feel that way.” She looks at me. “I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?”

“Yeah. At the boutique Friday. My name is Lizzie Gent.”

“Hi, Lizzie. Everyone’s talking about you three. Jennifer’s a sophomore, right?”

I nod.

“My sister’s in her grade. If she mentions a Lynn, you’ll know she’s been captured.”

“Lynn may be equally captured.” I say, smiling. “It’s nice to meet you, Chloe.”

----- ----- -----

Delilah: Do you have plans this afternoon?

I ask everyone the same question as I put on my shoes.

“I have work.” Olivia says.

“We have a project.” Mandy says. “Doesn’t everyone actually?”

“I have to wait until Chloe finishes class.” Allison says.

Finn and I nod.

“Well, I have to go. See everyone later.” Olivia says.

“We should go home, then.” Jennifer says.

I text Delilah back.

“How was everyone’s first week of classes?” Allison asks.

“It was fine. I wish we didn’t jump right into projects and such though.” Nicole says. “Summer classes just finished.”

The girls agree. Finn stares off.

“Hey.” I say, stepping closer to him. “Why are you so quiet?”

“Sorry.” He says, shaking his head. “I’m just thinking. Your phone’s lit up.”

Delilah: you don’t mind coming home?

“Why has she been trying to get me out of the house every day?” I mutter.

“Delilah or Belle?”

“Delilah. It feels like she doesn’t want me around. I don’t understand why they invited me to stay.”

“They probably want you to have fun, Delilah especially. Have you explicitly told them you enjoy staying home, watching lame movies?”

“No. I suppose I could though. Maybe then they would stop pressuring me to make plans.” I unlock the car and going to the trunk.

“Did you just ignore me?” He asks as the girls get in the car.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You said something about my movies and I just don’t discuss movies with people who aren’t on my level.”

Finn laughs.

“Well, I apologize for not liking children movies.” He says, patting my head and smiling.

Stop looking. Don’t stare. Continue talking.

“It’s okay. I just feel bad for you.” I say.

“You guys figure out how to drive from the trunk?” Jennifer asks.

I try not to blush as I get in.

I look in the back seat and Jennifer winks at me.

“Did you close the trunk, Finn?” She asks as he gets in.

“Yes. Did you not hear it? She might need her ears checked, Eliza.”

I dig in my purse before he looks at me.

“She had them checked during the summer but maybe the plane ride knocked something out of place.”

“That’s uncalled for you guys.” Jennifer says. “Nicole, are you going to show me the library today?”

Me: Yeah, it’s fine. We’re going to the movies Sunday afternoon.

Delilah: That’s good. Dinner is at 6:30pm. Belle and I will both be there.

“You know the Simm sisters haven’t been at dinner together all week.” I tell Finn.

“I’m surprised they’re eating at home at all. They usually work 12, 13 hour days.”

“That’s crazy. They want me to have fun but when do they take breaks?”

“Well, Delilah wants you to have fun. She had a lot of fun when she was younger. She became more serious around 20.”

“I’m glad she did and the Peyton Empire grew. But my mom always said too much work nullifies the progress.”

“I’ll see you later, Lizzie.” Jenn says opening her door and running into the house.

“I’m sure they’ve heard things like that. I doubt Delilah at least will budge. She just woke up one morning extremely focused. Something changed.”

I wonder what that could have been.

“That’s enough about the sisters. What about the Mr. Simms?”

“They’re nice and respectable. I’ve looked up to them as long as I can remember.”

“That’s it? Really, Finn, that’s all you’re going to give me?”

“Yup. I don’t gossip about my employers. Now are you going to go into the main house or am I still on duty?”

I look around to see we are in the back yard between the main house and his.

“I’m going to take you mother up on her invitation.” I walk toward his house.

“We just got out of school. Is she even here?”

“She has four classes same as us. She said she comes home immediately on Fridays and we delayed today. She should be here.”

Finn stares at me.

“Why do you know my mom’s schedule better than I do?”

“We ran into each other in the ladies room Wednesday. She wanted to make sure I knew when to come by.” I say as I knock on the door.

“I do have a key.”

“Hi, Lizzie.” Mrs. Campbell says, opening the door. “Hello, son.”

“Hello, mom.” Finn says, kissing her on the cheek. “How was work?”

“Bonum!”

I realize they’ve been speaking Latin and I’ve been translating.

“Excuse us. We should be speaking English.”

“Eliza just noticed. That’s why she was staring.” Finn explains.

“I should have know from your last scores that you could follow the conversation. But we should still speak English.”

“It’s fine. Really.” I say with a start. “I was simply surprised to hear it in every day life.”

“Still. Can I get you anything to drink? Water, coffee, tea?”

“Tea, please.” I say, sitting at the breakfast bar.

“Could I have coffee, mater?”

“Of course, filius.”

Finn drops his bag and glances at me. I need to stop watching him.

“My mom taught me the Latin titles before the English ones.” He tells me.

“I wanted to name him Filius but Timothy said no.”

“I’m very grateful to dad. I’d rather have a fish part than the dead language word for son as a name.”

“Even if people think of fish with your nickname, you know that’s not why we named you Finnegan. ---”

“Mater! Can you at least wait until I’m not in the room?”

“Finnegan?” I ask as he picks up his coffee and bag.

“Yup. I’m going to my room. I'll try to pretend she’s not embarrassing me. It has to happen at some point. I might as well let it.”

“What happened to you being on duty?”

“That ended the moment you stayed on the estate surrounded by guards. Later, Eliza.”

“His first words were finem, mata, and pata.”

“I’m almost there, mater!” Finn calls down the stairs.

“Here’s your tea, Lizzie.”

“Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Campbell.”

“Oh, you can call me Michelle, dear. When we’re not at school, of course."

“Alright, Michelle. So Finn’s name is Finnegan?"

This is the person who can tell me the most about the boy I like. I'm sure not planning to talk to Mr. Campbell anytime soon.

“Yes. It’s for my grandfather's name, legends, and the word finem. He was the end or completion of our family. He hates it though."

“I think it’s cool that there’s a family connection and a deeper meaning.”

“Thank you. Would you like to see some pictures?"

“Sure.”

Michelle shows me pictures of the family from when Timothy and her started dating until Finn was 14.

“I haven’t had time to put the ones from high school in a book yet.”

It’s beautiful. I remember a lot of pictures as a kid but I don’t take any now. Our dorm should start a photo book.

“How about some videos?”

I nod absentmindedly.

I watch as one-year-old Finnegan calls to his parents in broken Latin.

Spirant Iustum: Have you gotten to the videos yet?

Me: Just started.

Spirant Iustum: Let me know when you’re done. I’ll walk you home.

Is it the job or because he want to?

Me: Okay.

Spirant Iustum:   ;)

“Just breathe?” Michelle asks.

I think about it.

“I don’t mean to pry.” She adds.

“No, you're not prying. It’s simply something my mom used to say. It was the first thing I told Finn about her and he loved the phrase. His phrase for me is strange. It was amicitia, friend but yesterday I saw he changed it. Does amifico benessi mean anything?"

Michelle smiles.

“No. Those aren’t words in Latin. My filius is as interesting as ever.”

I nod.

I don’t have to wait to take pictures. Jenn and I can start here. I’ll convince Mikalya to do it at home.

----- ----- -----

Jenn finishes her antedote about science class.

“I’m glad you’re both enjoying school.” Delilah says. “How about after school?”

“There’s a lot of homework. Well you were Alden girls too so you know. Since this is our first weekend, we’ll see how much fun we can have. Though, Liz will probably just want to watch movies and read.”

“No fair, Jenn. It’s my fun. Let me have it my way. That said, I want to explore and hang out with the girls. You watch, I’ll party it up.”

Delilah smiles at Belle, who misses it as she is looking down.

“Well since you want to party how about a benefit?” Delilah asks.

“A benefit?” Jenn asks excited.

“Yes. Our foundation is having one next week. We’d like for you be our guests.”

“What’s the minimum age?”

“There’s no minimum. Parents can bring their youngest as long as they are well behaved. And the children too.”

Jenn and Delilah laugh. Corny.

“There should be plenty of young people. I’m sorry we don’t know any young men to escort you.”

“I’d rather go unattached and Lizzie doesn’t need an escort.”

“Finn Campbell will be on duty that night.” Belle says, looking at Delilah.

“Of course. Safety first. Lizzie, would you invite him please?” Delilah asks.

“Sure.”

If he's on duty, why do I need to invite him?

Jenn and Delilah start discussing theme, attire, and shops. Belle and I sigh at the same time and then smile at each other.

I guess we’re warming up to each other.

Media Friday

To begin Media Friday, I thought it would be to share my preferred media.

TV: Korean Dramas, Anime, and Disney Channel
Youtube: Modern Web series adaptations
Movies: Romantic Comedy and Musicals
Music: Country, KPOP, and Alternative
Books: Teen fiction and manga

So "Media Friday" will be a little haphazard. I'll be posting about things I'm watching and reading. I'll only talk about music if I seriously can't wait until "Music Monday".

Jaded: Chapter 4

“So what do you think?”

“I think it’s a good idea." Jennifer responds.

“I won’t stay if you don’t want to. It is entirely up to you.”

“And yet you were the one to check it out. Lizzie I said yes. If you decided it has been thoroughly considered. I’ll go out there.”

“I’m sorry. I was thinking too much. I thought you wouldn’t want to.”

“I just don’t want to be separate from you. Like we promised last year. I want to get away and back to you.”

“Jenn?”

“The nightmares have gotten worse.”

---- ---- ----

“Liz, this is Jennifer. Jennifer, this is Elizabeth.” Roxanne says at my left.

I sigh at the use of my full name and roll my eyes to look at the third person.

“Jennifer is going to be your new bunkmate. Since you’re older show her the way, Liz. I hope you’ll get along.”

I hear the threat in that statement and smile sweetly at Roxanne.

“You almost fool me every time.” She says, before turning and walking away,

“Hi, I’m Jenny.” The little girl says taking a step closer.

“Hi.”

“I’m seven. How old are you?”

I open my mouth to answer.

“Do you have siblings? What happened to your parents?”

I glare at the girl.

“Don’t ask those questions here.” I grind out.

The girl jumps back and folds into herself. She’s shaking and keeps opening her mouth.

“I’m sorry.” I say, sighing. “People aren’t going to want to answer you and some might respond worse than me.”

I put my book down and scoot back on my bed.

“Come sit by me and tell me about yourself since you want to talk.”

Jennifer twists and turns. I’m about to pick back up my book when the weight changes on my bed.

“You remind me of my cousin. You’re younger but she was always engrossed with something.”

Engrossed? From a seven year old? Before I can answer she continues talking.

“My mom died in childbirth and my dad died flying an airplane when I was 4. Aunt Samantha took me in. I lived with her and my cousin Lucy until two months ago. They died in a fire. I only survived because L-lucy woke me up and Aunt Samantha threw me out the, the window.” Jennifer starts crying.

I put my arms around her and glare at anyone in the room to keep them away.

“I’m sorry, Jenn. I’m so sorry for all that has happened in your life.” I whisper in her ear.

And just like that I feel like I’m being pulled back to reality.

----- ----- -----

“So you’ve decided…” Delilah prompts.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize I’d paused. I like the teachers, the town,” I look around. “And all of you.”

“Thanks.” Belle says grinning. “What did Jennifer say?”

“She’s cool with it.”

“Yay!” Allison says, jumping up and hugging me.

“I take it you’re happy?”

“Yes.”

“She’s been talking of nothing else for two days.” Mandy says.

“Ok, then. We’ll just have to get your transfer papers.” Belle says.

“We’ll go do that and arrange your flight to get your things and your sister.”

Belle glares at Delilah but I don’t think about it long. I’m thinking of all the flying I’ll be doing.

“Yes, we’ll be doing that.” Belle says. “Girls, entertain yourselves. Stephan is a call away if you want to go anywhere.”

“Thank you.” Mandy says.

The sisters walk out.

“So movies?” I ask.

“It’s too bad Finn and Nicole are busy.” Allison says. “They love the home theater.”

These girls spend the summer with him. This should be eye-opening.

----- ----- -----

I feel a tap on my shoulder and look up.

“Finn? What are you doing here?” I ask, sliding off my headphones.

“Flying back to school. Same as you.” He says, sitting next to me.

“Yes but when did you get here?” I ask and then frown. “Obviously you’ve been on the plane the whole time.”

“Yup. Didn’t my dad tell you I was coming?”

“No. He said that a security guy would be flying back.”

Not that I need it but I wasn’t going to argue with Timothy Campbell.

“And here he is.”

“I would feel safer if it wasn't you.” I say, laughing. “Wait, why did you only wave when I said hello hours ago?”

“I was up until three training and then getting lectured. Sorry for sleeping at 10 in the morning.” He says sourly.

“Well, if you want to be like that.” I say, picking up my headphones.

Finn taps me again after a few minutes.

“Look, I shouldn’t have said that. There’s just a lot going on.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

“Not today. Not yet. I’ll tell you in a couple days.”

“But Jennifer and I are flying back then.”

“I’ll tell you at breakfast. I’m supposed to drive you both to the airport.”

The phrase supposed to isn’t lost on me but I don’t say anything.

Finn starts talking about all the different times he’s been on this plane flying to and fro school and on vacations.

“The Simms must really like your family.”

“I guess. Dad’s worked for them for 10 years. But more than that they just like helping out.”

Yes, I know. I owe them a lot.

“If you know this plane so well can you tell me what’s over there?” I ask, nodding towards it.

“What?” Finn asks, not even looking.

“Seriously?” I stand and pull him up.

“What is that?” I ask, pointing to the blue paper on a chair’s wooden armrest. “It wasn’t there a few days ago. It says don’t remove yet it doesn’t seem like it’s holding anything up.”

“You care about the most random things. Does it really matter?”

“It could be life changing. I will find out.”

“All your secrets.” Finn adds, mocking me.

“Whatever. Hidden things raise the suspicion of curious people.”

“Just remember.”

“Please don’t say curiosity killed the cat.”

“Actually I was going to say revelations may give you more than you expected.”

“That is true.”

“All passengers take their seats. We’re entering landing.” The captain says.

“All? Is there another person on board?”

“Don’t be facetious, Eliza. It was just a slip of the tongue.”

I grin at Finn and ask him more about his summer breaks.

----- ----- -----

“I heard you were leaving but I didn’t believe it.” Milly’s voice makes me stop.

“Just ignore her.” Lindsay mutters as I turn around.

“Is it the clothes and lifestyle we have that drove you out? Or the fear that you couldn’t be first this year, either?” Macey asks, coming to stand next to her sister.

“We have 25 students in our year and you have Milly to tutor you. And yet, have you ever even been on the top 15?” Lindsay asks.

Macey mutters and Milly glares at her. That sure quiets her down.

“I don’t care about money as much as Macey does but that must be it since no one denied it. I thought better of you than that.” Milly shrugs. “Anyway, I’ll miss the competition for second after Lindsay.”

Lindsay blushes and starts pulling me away.

“Probably just about how much I’ll miss having a Musgroves in every class.” I say.

I’m glad I didn’t just let them talk, I think smiling. Until I see Finn’s expression that is.

“Really, Eliza?” He asks. “Do you have to be sarcastic with them?”

“Why do you always come at the part that makes me look like the bad guy?”

Finn sighs and shakes his head.

“Where are the others?” He asks.

“They’re sitting on Jennifer’s suitcase trying to make it close.” I say.

“That’s not going to work.” Finn states.

“And why not?” Lindsay asks, glaring at him as he walks to the car.

“Because it’s full of books if I know her. Sitting not going to make them more compact.” He says. “I’ll go get them.”

I nod and he leaves.

“How’s he going to help?” Lindsay asks.

“Sneering isn’t attractive, Linds. He had a duffel bag with him. I’m guessing he’s going to give it to Jenn.”

“And he saves the day.”

It’s just a bag. But I know it isn’t.

“Lindsay, what now?”

She turns to me and her expression softens.

“You decided you like him when school resumed in January. And then ‘your oldest friend’ disappeared for the rest of the year. You can see why I’m not happy with this development.”

“He was busy.”

“The boys’ academy is 3 blocks away.”

“Fine, let’s just say I agree. What does that have to do with now?”

“His dad works for the Simms family. They offer a slight scholarship for their employees’ children. If he wanted to be closer to home, for I don’t know ten weeks, they would make it happen.”

I don’t see why that would be a bad thing. But I don’t get to voice that.

“Alright, we’re here.” Bianca says.

“What’s this?” Nascha ask.

We all gather around the trunk.

“It’s my luggage.”

“Why is it still here?” Mikayla asks, confused.

Finn looks at them and then me.

“They forgot to tell you?”

“Who forgot to tell who what?” Jenn asks.

“The Simms and my dad asked me to be your bodyguard. I’m moving back. I’m going to school with you two.”

“You’re moving back with your parents for ten weeks to work for your dad and go to the boys’ academy?” I ask.

“You’re right until the academy part.” He replies.

“He is going to school with you and Jenn. He’s going to the girls’ academy.” Lindsay says.

I hear the anger in her voice and hope that it’s as lost on Finn as it is my dormmates.

“You’re going to be the only guy in an all-girl school?” Tess asks.

Finn nods.

“I would not trade places with you.” Rizalyn says.

Nascha says something I don’t hear as I’m being dragged away.

“If I was going to an all-boys school, Nascha.”

“See? And it’s worse than I expected.” Lindsay whispers once we’re a safe distance away. “He’s going to be around you all the time.”

“Not all the time.”

“He’s a senior and your bodyguard. He’s going to have your exact schedule.”

“And if he does?” I ask more confident than I am.

“Just take care of yourself, Mistress."

“We’re loaded.” Jenn calls.

We walk over.

“Line up.” I call.

They get in line, in age order.

“Lindsay and Mikalya are in charge. I will be getting weekly emails so… Yes, Bianca?”

She puts her hand down.

“I’m older than Mikalya. Why can’t I be in charge?”

“You’re only older by a few weeks. And you’re the troublemaker.”

The girls start laughing.

“As I was saying, I will be getting weekly emails so don’t act any differently than you would if I was here. If you don’t, the winter of 2014 will not be a happy one.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The girls say, standing taller.

“Mikalya, I know this is a new position but I’m sure you can do it.”

“Thank you.”

“Tess and Bianca, I expect you to take care of yourself.”

“We will.” Bianca says looking at Tess. She nods.

“Are you saying we can’t?” Rizalyn asks, shyly.

“I know you can. But the academy is a big change so I want you to use the resources you have. I wish Lindsay and I had more than Headmistress when we were your age.”

Nascha nods.

“Otherwise, keep up the good work. And Rizalyn, follow Tess around.”

“Why would you tell her that?” Tess asks, wary.

I'm losing control of this meeting.

“It’s good for you to be together. However, you should try to be more independent, Rizalyn.”

“I’ll try.”

“Thank you.”

“The commander is having anther meeting. They’re so weird.” Macey says.

Ugh, will I ever get through this?

“Do you think they’re actually scared of her?” Bea asks.

“From how they’re standing, I think they are. She can’t even have friends when they live with her.” Macey says, louder to make sure I hear her.

“Nascha, this was going to be my advice anyway but thanks to that, I’m sure you understand why. Don’t let anything said to you or about you get you upset. But at the same time don’t let praise make you egotistical.”

She nods with big eyes. I think she’s starting to understand the dynamics of the academy.

“Lindsay, don’t forget to keep in touch.”

“As if I could.”

I smile and hug her. This ends the meeting and we’re surrounded.

“You’re moving in with the Simms, right?” Bea calls, as we separate.

“Yeah.” I answer back just to be polite.

“Don’t think that just because you look like them, with your big eyes and face structure, they’ll take you in. You will always be, well you.” Macey says.

“That’s not insulting, Macey.” Milly says, leading a driver past them into te building.

That’s the second time today that she semi stood up for me.

“They just had to come back to school early.” Mikalya says.

“We’ll miss you.” Tess says.

“We will too.” Jenn replies as we get in the car.

“Love you.” Bianca calls, leading the group backwards.

“Love you too.” I say.