'What do you think you're doing here?' Ebony asked a hint of annoyance seeping into the question. She was trying to get away from dealing with whatever it was she felt towards this wimp by coming to her private quarters but there he was again. It irritated her even more that he had such an effect on her, causing her to battle with her own emotion which she desperately wanted to keep under control. However she couldn't stop the slight upwards curve of her lips when he jumped at the sound of her voice. He looked like a deer stuck in her headlights as he stuttered his response.
'O-oh hi err emm I was j-just admiring you paintings.' He nervously got out while shifting from foot to foot, barely holding eye contact for more than a few seconds. Though she could hardly blame him for that, she wasn't exactly smiling nicely at him.
'This is my private suite.' She stated fixing him with a glare.
'Y-yeah I-I know its errm…' He looked away from her stare and glanced around the room, 'very nice.' Jack finished. Ebony slammed the door making his head snap back towards her. She took a step into the room as he visibly gulped.
Oddly though she felt the need to reassure him that she wasn't going to hurt him but that feeling confused and startled her, so being Ebony she buried that thought and continued her advance as her prey retreated a few steps.
'You have got exactly five seconds to explain yourself.' She demanded slightly raising her voice as he took another step back. 'Before I call the militia.' Ebony threated.
'D-don't bother,' he quickly responded to her threat, surprising her. She had expected an explanation, apologising or even pleading from the visibly scared boy before her but this, this was interesting. Ebony was intrigued enough by that statement to not interrupt as Jack continued, 'I'll... I w-was… was about to c-call them myself.' He managed to say while nervously moving from side to side. Ebony just raised an eyebrow in response but didn't let up her glare. This was going to be interesting.
After a slight hesitation Jack seemed to lower his voice, maybe in an attempt to sound commanding, as he ordered the militia into her quarters while he maneuverer himself around Ebony. She slightly shook her head in disbelief, he was actually going through with this and apparently the militia were following his order, since they came bursting through the door. Turning around, Ebony faced the two members of her militia who had entered and waited to see what Jack planned to do next.
'I'm erm I'm trying to make this place secure and… and what do I find?' Jack began, trying to act as if he held any authority over her militia and in her hotel. 'I can just walk into Ebony's suite in broad daylight and no one,' he continues while the members of the militia look on utterly confused. 'no one even…even tries to stop me. You're just going have to try…. Try har-harder'' Though he attempts to emphasise their failure to stop his movements in the hotel, the effect is somewhat lost as he loses courage near the end of his little speech, growing quieter in his end statement.
However Ebony can't deny that it did take courage in the first place to stand up to two guys who were obviously much bigger and stronger than he was. He actually looked quite cute trying to order the militia around. Instantly regretting the thought while hating herself for even thinking like that, Ebony knew she needed him gone. She needed to get Jack out of her sight now so she could be alone without him distracting her.
'Just get out.' She ordered, wanting nothing more than to be alone right now, as after all that was why she came to her room. The militia dutifully turned on their heels and left, leaving only Jack who let out a sigh of relief as the two bigger guys left. Probably thankful they hadn't retaliated to his accusation of their incompetence.
Jack brought himself around to face her and started to walk backwards. 'We're heh…' He took a huge step backwards and continued, 'not going to be having any trouble from them aye?' He grinned and flipped a pen in the air, trying to act cool despite his situation yet he was still backing up. It took more will power than it should have to not return that goofy smile and instead she settled with indicating with her head for him to leave. For some reason she didn't exactly trust her voice.
Still smiling at her, he turned and left her quarters, closing the door behind him. She stood there for a moment going through what had just happened. Though this situation had revealed the appalling wholes in her security system, which she would drill the militia on later, she didn't believe for a second he had snuck in there to prove that point. Ebony was curious as to what reason he would have to come into her room. Was he looking for something? Or was he waiting for her? Would he have any reason he'd want to see her in private? Maybe he wanted…
Angry at herself for even letting her mind wander to such places, Ebony turned away from the door in hope of riding that red headed annoyance from her thoughts. Her eyes landed on the painting that decorated her wall. Personally Ebony had never seen the fascination of abstract art which looked as if a child had been let into a paint set. She had always been captivated by master pieces from artist such as Van Gogh or Monet. But why had he been looking at the painting? She didn't really think that art would be of much interest to a geek like him but then again she didn't know him that well. It's not like the painting was very impressive and she had been meaning to get rid of it since she moved it but just hadn't found the time.
Ebony stared at the painting wondering what Jack could find so fascinating about this particular piece of art work. Maybe he liked the symmetry or the way the piece was structured? Was that the kind of art he liked? Could it be because it could connect to maths in some form?
She was frustrated that she didn't know the answer and because now she was pondering on the reasons he liked it or what he liked. He had invaded her private room and now she couldn't get him out of her head. The painting had to go, it too like Jack, was a distraction and was reminding her too much of him. She would have to call the militia and send them of to find another piece of artwork for her room. She probably needed to go as well so they didn't pick up some rubbish but that didn't really bother her. What bothered her was the painting. She hated that painting. That was all.
Sighing, she brought her hand up to rub the spot between her eyes. So much for organising her thoughts, he just didn't seem to want to leave her mind in peace. She had other things to worry about, more important things to concern herself with than that red headed nerd. But first that painting had to go.