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Ashling smiled and thought. "Definately Pineapple." her answer was happy.

Ashling laughed at how different they were. "Um...Not sure Yours?"

ill join l8r

Mkay 

Zachary thought for a moment. Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. Before he could ask her another question, a group of four young men, the same age as Zachary and Ashling, walked up to them. Their hair was cut short, unlike Zach's, and they all wore boarding school uniforms. The uniform consist of a light white shirt with a dress jacket over it and a black tie, with nice fitting black trousers. On the left breast side of the jacket, there was a Blackthorne Academy crest. The one at the head of the group looked at Zachary. Zach's, it's time to go back to the academy. 

Ashling sighed and looked at him. "Do you have a phone?" she asked, sounding almost hopeful. She ran a hand through her slightly-damp hair and looked over the boys. Bringing her attention back to Zachary, she waited for an answer.

Zachary was about to relply "Yes" when the one in front answered for him. No. He doesn't. He said and glared hardly at Zach. Come on. He said, snatching the papers away from him. You the hell is stupid enough to let you handle these. He mumbled and rolled up the papers, holding them in his hand. Let's go! He snapped and turned, walking away. The boys followed him, all of them walking in unison. Zach sighed and looked at her. Sorry about Phil. My number's-- Phil stopped and turned around. Zach. Now! Zach groaned and quickly told her his number, hoping she would remember it and chased after the boys. 

Ashling repeated the numbers once then quickly typed the new contact in. Really, the thing was useless, the number was already in her head. Slowly she turned, very puzzled at the boys reaction. Her mind was brining up possible reasons they could have acted the way they did, but none seemed right. Walking, she held her phone tightly and debated when she would try to contact him.

Zachary drove back to the academy, the boys practically snarling at him about how stupid he was. Phil shook his head, sitting next to Zachary in the middle seats. Did you tell that girl your number? He asked. Zachary said nothing but shook his head. 

Ashling was on the verge of freaking out, so she walked back towards the cars that brought them to town. She sat and waited, still clutching her phone.  "Just wait Ash. Its a school.... its not like they can beat him, right? I mean the teachers can't, but he seemed to be in trouble for talking to me." she was muttering to herself when the girls she came with piled into the car.They began driving and Ashling kept looking at her phone.

Phil looked at him and growled. Give me your phone. Zachary looked at him. You can't tell me what to do. He snapped. Phil grabbed him by the throat aggressivlly and snarled. Yes, I can. The adult driving did nothing about it. He had his eyes fixed on the road. Zachary knew he would not get any help. He pulled out his phone and slapped it into Phil's hand that wasn't over his neck. Phil let go of his neck, and Zach rubbed his throat. Headmaster won't be pleased at you, Zachary. He said, mockingly. First, sneaking off so we have to look for you. And then, giving a girl your number. I bet you told her about the academy didn't you? Zachary looked at him for a moment and then truthfully said, looking down. Not all of it. Phil looked at him. All of it? What the hell did you tell her?! He snapped, grabbing him by the throat again, this time much harder. Zachary choked out. She . . . was . . . Gallagher Girl . . . Told . . . her . . . it was a school . . . for spies . . . like Gallagher Academy. Phil released his throat. Headmaster Jordan's going to kill you. He said, not literally, but it made Zach slightly flinch. 

The boys had gotten to the academy. Zach and Phil now stood in the Headmaster's office after explaining to the headmaster what Zach had done. Zach stood up against the wall with his shirt off, revealing many whip looking scars on his back. The headmaster came into the room holding a whip. Zach was trembling, but held his eyes closed shut to keep himself from crying. Phil answered the phone and walked out of the office just when the Headmaster brought the whip over Zach's back and he let out a scream of pain. Phil shut the door and put the phone up to his ear. Hello. He said calmly. He looked around at the bare gray hallways of Blackthorne Institue. It was a dull looking place. 

Ashling almost snarled when she heard his yell. "Where is Zachary?" she said in a hissing whisper. She barely knew the boy, yet she was scared out of her mind for him. No. You can't be afraid.Hes the one being hurt, your going to do something about it. she assured herself mentally while she waited for an answer. Ashling's nails dug into her palm on her free hand and she was biting her lip, hard.

Phil rolled his eyes. Are you that Gallagher Girl from Roseville? Zachary is with our Headmaster. Why?

Ashling spoke through her teeth "Yes, Im a Gallagher girl. And I swear unless you tell me why hes being punished and how hes being punished I will come and find you. What did he do? Why I want to know is my buisness, not yours." She was pacing now, franticly and she knew other girls were watching her.

Phil laughed. A Gallagher Girl threatening a Blackthorne Boy? Listen, doll, that's an empty threat. You girls have nothing on us. He's being punished because he decided to tell you that we are an academy training spies. Which is a lie by the way. We aren't spies, but we sure as hell aren't a regular school. And he's being punished the way he usually is punished. He said and hung up the phone.

Headmistress Morgan came walking to Ashling and put a motherly hand on her shoulder. Ashling, is everything alright? She asked sincerly.

"No. Everything is not alright.Tell me all you know about Blackthorne." her voice was angry, and this time she did snarl after speaking. Full on panic mode was just beyond this point.

Headmistress Morgan took in a quick, deep breath through her nose. How do you know about Blackthorne Academy, Ashling?