Derek wanted to go out side and get some exercise, and Simon wanted to play soccer or something. I hated soccer, and not just because I sucked at it. Besides, we had an odd number of people. Did we have to play soccer? Apparently, yes.
As the three of us were walking towards the backdoor, Simon paused in the doorway of the T.V. room. Chloe was sitting on the couch. I knew she'd just had a therapy session, and apparently she was not pleased with what she was told. Simon went in to warn her not to mope around because the nurses will be upset. I turned to Derek and casually asked, "So what do you think they diagnosed her with?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Who cares?" I frowned at him, and he scowled at me. So typical. Derek moved into the doorway and Simon promised he hadn't forgotten his "brother." I peeked into the room.
"Hey, Simon. Maybe Chloe would like to come with us?" I hinted. I hoped that maybe if she were on my side in the soccer game, Simon and Derek would lose for once.
"Oh yeah. We're heading out back. Kick around the ball for our break. You're welcome to join us," Simon said. With out even waiting for her to reply, Simon walked passed Derek and me and mentioned getting Talbot to let us out. I followed him.
From behind me, I heard Chloe snap at Derek, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Based on that, I could tell Chloe and I would get along great.
The sun felt brilliant on my pale skin. Warm and soothing. I was just starting to relax, when BAM! It took me a moment to realize what happened. Either Simon had mistaken my face for a goal, or he had kicked the ball at me on purpose.
"What the- why did you do that?" I shouted at him. He and Derek's laughter only made me angrier. I clenched my fists and growled menacingly. Derek got the message, but Simon wouldn't wipe that stupid grin off his face. I charged, but once I got within three feet of him, Derek grabbed my shoulders. I struggled for a moment before saying "God, I wouldn't really hurt him!"
"No, you would only make him fit for the compost pile," rumbled Derek. I sighed. "Let go of me," I demanded, and he complied. I took a couple steps back, and sunk to my knees in the grass.
"Why didn't you just let Chloe come with us?" I whined.
"For two reasons," began Simon, "One because you look really funny when you're mad at us, and two because we need to discuss what she is." He and Derek sat down on the overly manicured lawn with me.
"What's there to discuss, we know exactly what she is. A necromancer." The way Derek said this made me shift uncomfortably. Ghosts and the dead had always bothered me, and it did not help that I knew they were as real as I was.
Now it was Simon's turn to speak. "So what should we tell her?"
"I think you mean when," stated the male werewolf. Then I had a great idea.
"Damsel in distress?!" The guys stared at me with blank faces. "What?" asked Simon. "Oh come on," I said, "She's our ticket out of here!" For a while, neither of them said anything. Finally, Derek spoke up. "No, we're not going to do that."
"What? Why not? Think about it. We could get out of here! We could find your dad, we'd be free…"
"Ok," Derek's voice was laced with sarcasm, "We'll just use the new girl to save our asses, Simon and I will find our dad… So where are you going to go?" It felt like he had physically punched me. "What…what do you mean? I'd go with you guys…"
"No. Simon and I need to find our dad. You have your own people to find, so that's what you're going to do."
I shook my head and hugged my knees. "You can't seriously be considering ditching me! Come on, Derek! You and I both know I would be a lot more helpful to have around than… than blondie!" I pointed at Simon.
"Hey…" he said, but I ignored him. "God, what is with you, Derek?" I said, lowering my voice. He mumbled "Nothing," and gave me a look that seemed to question my sanity. He got up to go back inside, leaving Simon and I staring at the spot where he had been.
"Don't worry, I won't ditch you…" he cautiously put his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah. Whatever," I sighed.