Chapter 45: 43

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43

Ethan's pov

The scrawl on my face did nothing to actually justify the way I felt. Standing under the bright Sunday sun, with a white face cap on, a white polo shirt and a white trouser, With my gaze fixed towards Ivy who was wearing a short white skirt, a white polo shirt and a white face cap, with her ponytail, sticking straight at the back, as Kyle held her from behind, showing her exactly how to shoot a golf ball.

It was sickening, watching the both of them.

Ivy's Mom was busy setting up the picnic basket along with the other Mom's who were attending the afternoon Sunday neighborhood golf thing, which I found stupid.

They organized it at a big park which was visible to drivers, driving down the road, and also the coffee shop by the side of the road.

I couldn't actually say no to going with them, even if I hated golf like I hated my sector.

Ivy was so excited about it, and her Dad was actually looking forward to it.

Fiona was also here, with her designated parents, Caramel was no where to be found and everything had been pretty much quiet since yesterday.

Kyle made it his personal mission to pull Ivy away from me, every chance he got, while Janie just wore a long face, helping out with the picnic arrangements.

A tap on my back made me tear my gaze from Ivy and Kyle.

I looked back to see Ivy's Dad, Cullen, pulling out a new gulf kit. "You need to wipe that look off your face Trev. That Huxley kid has got nothing on her. I know my daughter, and I see the way she looks at you."

"How does she look at me?" I asked, wanting to get the view from someone else.

"Like you're the only guy in the world who actually matters to her." He said.

A smile spread across my lips when I felt my heart react to the statement. "That's deep." I heard myself say.

"Yes, it is... That's how much she really loves you." He said.

"I don't think she's there yet." I chuckled.

"Only the one who it is being aimed to, wouldn't see it. But how about you? Have you gotten there yet."

"If you're asking me if I love your daughter, Mr Fisher, then you already know the answer."

He smiled, nodding his head. "I'm glad she found someone like you."

I heard him say, as my eyes went to her direction again. I caught her laughing because she missed a shot. She faked tears and Fiona laughed so hard at her. "I'll do anything for your daughter, Mr. Fisher."

"You don't need to tell me, Trev. It goes without saying." He said, tapping my back reassuringly, before walking back to the men he had been playing with.

I sighed, shoving the golf sticks into the golf cart holder.

My eyes found Ivy again, she was chatting animatedly with both Fiona and Kyle.

Roman sat in a corner, his eyes etched to his phone, with his earplugs on.

I had noticed he hadn't spoken a word to either me, Fiona or Ivy. But honestly, I didn't really think much into the issue.

He probably wasn't in the mood, or the right spirits to talk to anyone.

There were sometimes that I felt like that too, sometimes when I felt way too much than I was supposed to feel, sometimes when I just- sometimes when it felt like I actually had nothing... No one.

It happened frequently, those testing days back at the Inc. where each and every subject discovered their special ability. They usually come to know of it when they turn 14. But when everyone my age began to find their special ability, I couldn't find mine.

At that time, I'd watch Fiona and Caramel try to listen from afar, how they'd make fun of what someone 11 tables away from us, were saying.

I well- had what everyone had. Strength, intelligence, good reflexes and fighting skills.

But I didn't have a special ability. I was just Ethan Murray.

Lacy was the only girl who ever noticed I wasn't happy with that... Even if I pretended to the world that I was okay with it.

She knew me... Inside out.

Maybe Roman was feeling left out? It wasn't a good feeling, I'll tell you that... But when you've had to live with your abnormality for years, you tend to get used to it.

You tend to neglect the fact that everywhere you go, people would see you as a misfit, as incapable.

This was the reason why I fought my way to the top. Why I got fought for the best title. This was the reason why I was one of the best in my sector.

I wanted to put an end to the whispers, to the stares, to the pity... To literally everything.

And I did.

All to be sent out to the outside, to be a boyfriend.

I chuckled.

I was pissed, I wouldn't deny that. I was pissed that everything I worked for was for nothing.

But now... I'm thankful... I wouldn't have gotten the golden opportunity to meet someone like Ivy Fisher. She was indeed one of a kind.

Selfless, caring, innocent, stubborn, beautiful, charming, charismatic, and way too positive.

I love all these things about her. It was what made her special, what made her unique... It was what drew me to her. All these little qualities.

"Something tells me your girlfriend has the hots for my boyfriend." Janie's voice chirped up from beside me.

"Really?" I said, not sparing her a glance. "what makes you think so?"

"Isn't it obvious? She's all over him. Touching him with every chance she gets... God it's sickening."

"Thought she was your best friend." I asked, glancing at her.

She crossed her arm over her chest. "Well, you said it... Was. Now she keeps hanging out with that Fiona girl, and barely has time for me. I called her all through yesterday, but she didn't pick up my calls."

"She was busy, Janie. Ivy isn't that rude."

"Then why didn't she call back?"

"She didn't?" I asked, raising a brow of question at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, maybe she called... But it was just once! I left her like fifty missed calls, and she only called once! I wasn't even with my phone."

"Then it's nobody's fault." I said. "Besides, you pretty much ghosted her when you started dating Kyle."

"I did not! She was the one who pulled back because she thought that I stole her long lost crush from her... And honestly, when she started pulling away, I was sad. I expected her to be happy for me. But she just couldn't handle it."

I looked over at Ivy and Kyle, he was behind her again, his hand on her waist and the other one on her elbow. "So... Ivy had a crush on Kyle?" I asked, looking back at Janie.

"A very big one. That kind of crush you'd have when you can never stop thinking about the person, and whatever you do, you mention that person's name. She was even stalking him. She knew half of his wardrobe, went to all his basketball games and even cheered for him. She didn't make an attempt to hide the fact that she liked him. But then he asked me out, and I thought really hard about it... I didn't want to hurt Ivy like that, but then again, it was Kyle Huxley. Every girl would have done anything to get with him." She said. "But now that you're around, people are beginning to lose their love thingy for Kyle."

"Even you?" I asked.

She sighed. "Trust me, sometimes I regret saying yes to him. It made me feel like- well- it made me feel trapped. But I can't bring myself to break up with him. I want to win prom Queen so bad, and I only have a shot with him... So..."

I scoffed. "That's your idea of trapped?"

She eyed me. "Well, no. My idea of trapped is having parents who can do nothing but yell at each other at the top of their lungs everytime... Or having siblings who don't even talk to you. Or having a boyfriend who looks at your ex best friend the way he never looked at you."

There was this sadness to her voice that pulled me to look at her.

She was now looking ahead at Kyle and Ivy who looked like a perfect couple playing golf on a Sunday afternoon.

"Janie-"

"It's fine... I don't even care anymore." She said, throwing on a sad smile. "Highschool sucks." She said.

"Big time." I answered.

She chuckled. "It was nice talking to you... Our first actual conversation without you giving me a sarcastic insult."

I laughed. "I don't do that."

"Oh yeah... You don't." She said, shaking her head at me before going back to join the women with the picnic preparation.

The moment I looked back to Ivy's direction, I found her eyes on me. She looked over at Janie's direction, then back to me.

Okay?

I looked away, and in my attempt to look away, my eyes landed on a familiar figure at the opposite side of the road, behind a the glass of a coffee shop, sipping her coffee with her red painted nail polish and her ever sophisticated 90s hat.

What the hell is she doing here?

Adrenaline and anger rushed through my vains as I looked around. Ivy was now talking to Fiona, but the glow she had on her face earlier, was gone. Everyone else was doing their own thing.

I sighed, carefully slipping away to the other side of the road, knowing fully well no one noticed my absence.

I entered into the coffee shop, walking straight to her table. Her blue eyes peered up at me. "Took you long enough to notice me, since you were too busy staring at your mission. You know that's against the rules, right?"

"Well forgive me for trying to keep an eye on her. " I said, taking the booth opposite her and taking off the face cap, ruffling my hair.

"I'm pretty sure that's Fiona's job."

"Well, I added more task to what I was initially supposed to do. I don't remember where that's ever a crime in your stupid law book."

She only gave that annoying calculating smile. "Oh dear, you look so angry."

"What are you doing here, Glory?"

"Is it a crime to check up on my son now?" She asked, a look of hurt flashing through her eyes.

"I am not your son."

"Maybe not by birth... But like I'll always tell you, our story goes way back."

I gritted my teeth. "You need to leave."

"Why? Scared I'd hurt your new toy?"

"She's not a toy." I gritted out.

Glory rolled her eyes. "Anyone who is without my chip, is a toy to me, besides, if I wanted to hurt her, I would have done that a long time ago. Maybe yesterday when I spoke to her, she's a really nice thing."

My face grew stoic. "You talked to her?"

"Of course. I was curious to see who was busy messing with my boy." She said with so much love in her eyes. "You have no idea how much I've been dying to see you Ethan."

Don't let her get to you.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt Ivy-"

"You're not? Cause I find that hard to believe. All you ever do is hurt people."

Her shoulders slumped. "I don't like that you think this of me, Ethan."

"Well, get used to it. Why are you here?" I asked.

"To see you." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I heard what happened. Malcolm didn't think it was important to pass such vital information to me."

"I'm fine." I said.

"You're not. You died. That's not fine."

I squinted my eyes at her. "Why are you pretending like you don't know?"

She looked taken aback. "Pretending? Did you think I was responsible? Why would I want to hurt you?"

"Who knows?" I asked.

She shook her head. "You are way beyond special to me, Ethan."

"That's why you took Lacy away from me? That's why you murdered your own daughter?"

Her eyes turned hard. "I loved Lacy... But you were more important to me than she was. She was a distraction to you. If I had left her with you, you would never have reached your true potential!"

"What true potential?" I asked, looking at her with anger, hurt... Every damn emotion that came out that memory. "Lacy was the only one- she was the only one who made me believe I had a true potential. But you took her from me."

"It was for the best."

"I hear you. So now, have I reached the potential? Are you seeing any changes?"

"No."

"That's just great now, isn't it?"

"I believe Ivy is-"

"Don't you even dare!" I cut her off. "Ivy isn't doing anything to me."

"Yes she is... She's a really big distraction, even more than Lacy was. I didn't do all this to watch you get taken away by some human toy. I didn't end my daughter's life for you to slip away from my hands just like that!" She gritted out. "you don't know how much I care about you... I consider you a son."

"I don't give a damn care in the world what you consider me as. To me, you'll always be the enemy. The woman who killed her own daughter for her selfish reasons."

She scoffed. "More like for you? I warned you Ethan. I told you to stay away from her."

"This conversation is pointless." I said, about to get to my feet when she spoke up.

"Listen to me Ethan. I'll only tell you this once. Don't grow too attached to Ivy. She'll only hurt you... Trust me when I say that."

"Not everyone is like you, Glory. Not everyone is a ruthless as you are."

She smiled. "Yet you still care about me."

"You're delusional."

"Am I? You know deep down within you, you don't really hate me."

I stood up. "Stay away from Ivy. I honestly won't warn you again."

She smiled at me, but didn't give a reply.

With that, I walked out of the coffee shop.

This wasn't just a normal visit. Glory never just visits to see someone.

She was up to something.

Ivy's life might be in danger.

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