Suddenly the door slowly opened up. Beatrice sprung out of bed and tried to hide. She didn’t know who it was and after that dream she had, she still wasn’t sure if she was still dreaming and she wanted to be prepared for the next ‘surprise.’ But, it was even worse then she thought. Not only was it not a dream, but Wirt brought Sara with him. Beatrice tried her best to try and hide in the closet but there was so much stuff that everything seemed to fall out the farther into the closet she got. “Beatrice! What are you doing?” Wirt asked as he grabbed her hand and led her out of the closet. Sara looked at Beatrice in a surprised way. “What is she doing her?!” Sara asked in anger, but Wirt didn’t notice. “She’s staying with use. Didn’t I tell you? Sorry. I forgot I guess.” Wirt said. Sara looked at Beatrice angrily and balled up her fist, as she resisted beating her up again. Sara was so mad though, her eye began to twitch and she looked like a big red tomato. Beatrice hid behind Wirt and looked at her as if she was going to kill her. “So Sara. You said you wanted to work on some homework?” Wirt said. Sara was about to talk until suddenly she got an evil little smile on her face. “What? No! I just wanted to spend time with my boyfriend! Beatrice, could you give use a minute. I want to talk with my boyfriend.” Sara said as she looked at Beatrice just to make her jealous. Beatrice began to blush in embarrassment and slowly walked out of the room with tears slowly forming in her eyes. Beatrice walked out and was about to say something when Sara quickly ran over to the door and slammed it in her face. “So. Should we be studying?” Wirt asked. “*Sigh* Sure.” Sara said, irritated that he didn’t pick up her vibe. “Why did you ask Beatrice to leave just so we could study then?” Wirt asked. “B-Because. She would have just gotten in the way of studying.” Sara said. They began to study when suddenly they heard a knock at the door. Sara opened it up a crack to see how to react. She didn’t know whether it was Beatrice of Wirt’s mom. Sara looked through the crack of the door to see Beatrice standing there very weakly. Sara opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind her very softly. “What do you want?! I’m in the middle of something.” Sara said enraged. “I just want to lay down. I don’t know where you got the Idea that I want to steal Wirt from you but it’s not going to happen. Where just really good friends.” Beatrice said. “Please. You think I don’t know what you’re doing. You’re just trying to act all innocent so that Wirt will think it’s cute or something. Well guess what. It’s not going to happen so bug off!” Sara said. “Listen. I don’t want to have any bad blood between you and me. Where only friends. I don’t want to steal him from you. I promise.” Beatrice said. “Do you like him?!” Sara asked. Beatrice kept silent. She didn’t want her to get any madder. “Do you like him?!” Sara asked so enraged that she looked like she was about to punch her in the face. “Yes! You happy now?” Beatrice said. “Don’t go anywhere near him ever again! Leave here now or I promise to beat you up just like I did last time!” Sara said. Beatrice didn’t hesitate. She ran outside as fast as she could as tears flowed in the breeze behind her. Sara held her head high and didn’t feel sorry at all. Sara was just about to open the door when it began to turn and Wirt showed up. “Where is she?” Wirt asked very seriously and calmly. “What are you talking about Wirt? I don’t know what your-“Sara was cut off by Wirt. “I heard everything. Sara, it’s over. I know that it was you who hurt her. Now, tell me where she went and get out.” Wirt said. Sara was silent for a moment and then reluctantly pointed to the door that Beatrice exited out of. Wirt quickly ran out of the room and through the door. He ran faster and faster as he saw Beatrice ran as well. It didn’t take much effort for him to easily catch up to her. By the time he cough up to her, they were in the wheat fields. Beatrice began to slow down and was going to stop for Wirt when she accidentally stepped into a hole and twisted her ankle. “Beatrice! Are you o.k.?” Wirt asked. “I’m fine. I just sprained my ankle. It’s fine. Wait. Why aren’t you with Sara? I bet she’s super bored all alone at the house.” Beatrice said. “Beatrice. I heard that conversation that you and Sara had. I know you like me and I know that Sara was the one who beat you up.” Wirt said seriously. Beatrice didn’t do anything but bury her warm face into her hands. When Beatrice looked up she was stunned to feel Wirt’s lips pressing up against hers.