Ivy

I probably wouldn't have taken on too many responsibilities if I had known my life would be turned upside down in minutes. I muttered sorry's and excuse me's as I rushed to the broadcast room. My bag sliding off my shoulder as I multitasked with trying to tie my hair up in a decent ponytail, and getting to the broadcast room on time.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, but I ignored it, dashing by a corner as the broadcast room came into view.

It was too late to register the warmth that seemed to almost wipe me off my feet as I charged into the room, breathing heavily.

My heart caught in my throat when my eyes zeroed in on Ethan, who had probably been sorting out records on the shelf, but his head came snapping to my direction when I busted in.

"Are you being chased?" he asked, eyes moving behind me to check for something, whilst my eyes drank him in, and my body collected his warmth as fast as a desert would swallow up a drop of water.

He was wearing a white oversized hoodie, paired with white pants, and of course, a white converse. I still didn't get their whole white on white uniform.

I blinked myself out of my thoughts. "What, n-no?" I answered him, letting out a breath as a few strands of my hair fell out of the attempted ponytail. "I uh—slept on the alarm. Totally forgot about the announcements I had to make today." I clarified, shutting the door behind me, before looking back at him. "What are you—uh—what are you doing here?" I asked dropping my bag on one of the visitors chairs as he placed one of the last records on the shelf before turning fully to face me.

"I was hoping to talk to you." He started. "I tried last night, but didn't want to intrude. For the record I'm not a window creep."

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me, but I was quick to catch myself. "How did you find me? that wasn't even my apartment."

He nodded, his hand moving to scratch the back of is neck. "I used the bond."

Hope swirled through me. "The... bond?"

"Yeah, that we all share as superiors. I know you know this already, I'm sure you feel it too? My mother did tell you that you're not an ordinary human, right?"

I let the disappointment show on my face as I brushed past him to the table. "No. I figured that one out on my own. What do you want?" I didn't mean to sound harsh or offended, but I had thought myself into a sleepless night wondering if he remembered.

At some point I even managed to convince myself that he had left because he thought I had moved on with Markel.

I'm an idiot for thinking it would be that easy.

He cleared his throat, shoving both hands into his hoodie pockets. "I signed up to assist with the broadcast."

I felt my heart hammer at his response. The thought of being in the same room with him almost every day, knowing how much I still loved him, plagued with the memories of how we had been separated, and the awareness that he had absolutely no idea of who I was to him.

What we were.

I swallowed, "Why?" My voice not sounding as controlled as I hoped it would.

"Well, I lead a team of superiors, and everyday it's almost like I don't know half of what I'm doing, especially now that we're in this whole new world. You seem to know what you're doing with the Rebel-lions, I just—I wanna know how you do it."

There was a short moment of silence before my brain fully registered what he was saying. "I barely do anything." I told him.

"I talked to people around IU... Rebel-lions to be exact. They seem to respect you, and follow you no matter what. I mean the leadership skill is top notch, and I wanna learn from you, if you'll take me under your wing?"

I couldn't help the scoff that escaped me. "You're joking, right?"

He shook his head.

"Ethan," I paused—calling his name felt so exhilarating, and I didn't even realize I had forgotten that he knew nothing about the past. I called his name with so much fondness, I knew he would notice that.

Sneaking a glance at him, his emerald green eyes were already on me, confusion lacing his gaze.

I cleared my throat. "And Glory, she agrees to this?" I couldn't help but ask.

He simply shrugged. "At this point, I don't give two fucks about what she has to say when it comes to the decisions I make."

I studied him, feeling a bubble in my stomach and head. "How do I know this isn't some plot to frame the Rebel-lions for Lit trafficking."

He raised a brow at me. "Do I really look like someone who finds pleasure in stirring drama? Besides," His eyes left me as he took his hands out of his pockets, absentmindedly lifting some school brochures on the table. "I kinda like the vibe around you."

Love, Ethan. You love the vibe around me, you just don't know it yet.

"Really?" I said instead.

He nodded, as he rounded the table, gingerly coming closer to me, almost like he couldn't let go of the feeling he got when he was close to me, I knew this because I was feeling the exact same way.

"Yeah." He answered. "It was pretty hot when you stood up to my Mom."

"Pretty hot?" God, I can't help myself, can I?

"Okay," he smiled, and I felt my heart dance against my chest. "Very hot."

A smile broke out on my face too, and I watched his eyes drink that in, gaze shifting from my eyes to my lips.

I shook my head, missing him even though he was standing right in front of me. I wanted nothing more but to throw my arms around him. I wanted to close up whatever space there was between us.

"Well," I grabbed a bunch of brochures from the table, shoving it against his chest. He quickly caught it. "I'm gonna work you hard."

He fought his smile. "Talking dirty to me now?"

Shit.

"Depends... did I manage to get you hard?"

His eyes sparkled with interest. "If we go on like this, I won't be able to promise that I wouldn't grow too attached to you."

I want to kiss him.

"Trust me, Ethan. I have no problem with that." I couldn't help but let that slip as I looked away from him, not wanting to know how he would react to that.

It was quite obvious there was a possibility that he felt connected to me, beyond the superiors bond. Maybe that was the reason why he wanted to be close to me? why he smiled so easily at me, why he acted like he had known me all his life?

I held on to that.

He stepped away from me, offering me a bit of space... "So, what am I gonna do with these?"

"Sort them week by week... it'll be easier to put in announcements that way." I said, turning on the mic while motioning for him to shut it.

"Good morning, IU. Not much in line for today, but your classes and another normal day of school. Bradly Banks and Veronica Guarerra, you both are to report to the station room at exactly 2PM please. Thank—"

The mic was grabbed from me as Ethan voice rang through the air. "And this is Ethan, Leader of the superiors and the new assistant to Ivy Fisher, stay clear of the broadcast room at all time—"

"What the hell are you," I tried to pry the mic from his grip "doing."

"Just a—" he pulled it back to himself, while I pulled it to myself again.

"Leave it—"

"No, you—"

"Just let it g—"

A loud static sound cut through the air, and I winced, so did he, and all the other students on campus, I'm sure.

I shot a glare at him, and he simply handed me the mic, mischief dancing in his eyes.

I cleared my throat. "Um, have a uh—wonderful day at school. Bye." I turned off the mic. "What the hell was that about?"

"You were being stoic and boring... had to spice it up."

"Right, the last thing we want is to get punished by the school's directives for distracting its students."

"If we get to be stuck in a room together, then it'd be worth it." He grinned, going over to sit in the visitors chair as he unstacked the brochures.

I shook my head, taking my sit while I watched him. "Why does Glory have you all dressing like fallen angels?" I asked.

"White's a superior color, I guess."

I snorted. "Here I was thinking she made the others wear white because it's your favorite color."

He raised his head, his gaze meeting mine. "It is my favorite color."

Fuck... that slipped.

He smiled. "You know me so well, honey." His eyes went back to sorting the brochures before he spoke again. "Any reason why you aren't on my team?"

"That question should be directed at your mother."

He looked at me from underneath his lashes. "I doubt she'd be willing to tell me."

"Sounds a lot like her."

He sat up straight. "She does tell me things, but—not things concerning events before the accident."

At this, I furrowed my brows. "Accident?"

His eyes searched mine. "Yeah..." he said. "I had a really serious car accident, according to sources and the little I remember, there was fire everywhere, thankfully I wasn't burnt, but I couldn't remember a lot of things."

I was very positive the confusion in my head, mirrored the look on my face.

Did she give him false memories? Wait—so she didn't just take away his memories, but planted a false one in his head? That sick fucking--

"Are you, okay?" his voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"Y-yeah, must have been a terrible accident."

He nodded slowly, something unfamiliar passing through his eyes before they hardened. "Yeah, it was." He muttered, his attention back to the brochures.

I didn't know what to make of that, but now I had a clear picture of what Glory had done to him. She had manipulated his memories, twisted the truth into something ugly, and then she had successfully made him believe he was an entirely different person.

How do we undo that?

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