Here's another chapter for y'all. Hope you like it :D
Mercy's P.O.V.
"Hey Jupiter." I enter my brother's room to see him slumped up against the window on the little window seat. I hope to get a reaction out of him by using his first name, but he only glances at me lazily before turning his attention back to outside. I huff in response. He can be sooooooooo dramatic at times. Shaking my head I walk over to him. I sit down in front of him and start to think of something to say.
"What do ya want?" He asks, probably figuring out I had nothing to say.
"Why are ya so emotional? I mean, it's not a big deal that you don't wanna be on their team, is it?" He's told me a lot of stories about the things him and his team mates have done. He's also told me he didn't really see why he was friends with them. They sound like their full of themselves if you ask me.
" 'Cause, they've been my friends since I was little. We done everything together. They may be stuck up and oblivious to what's ever around them but they're my friends and telling them I didn't know if I wanted to be on the team again hurt." He turns his attention from the window to me. His eyes show his emotions clearly. He's sad and guilty.
"Do you wanna be on the team?"
"I don't know. I really don't wanna be on the team cause they are so stuck up and oblivious. I don't feel like being on the team; I just wanna stay here, with y'all, and wait to go home. But do ya think I'll really have a choice on going or not."
'He's really upset.' I think to myself. "What do ya mean ya don't think you have a choice?" I question him.
"It's obvious that Mr. Dickenson wants me AND you to go. He's the reason where here. Do ya really think we can get away with not going?" He points out to me.
"Well ya neva' know he could..." My sentence trails off due to my inability to think of a response. "Or maybe..." My words die off again, unable to think of a reason. 'He's right.' My mind admits to itself. "Ah hell." I mumble, letting my head fall against the window glass.
"My thoughts exactly." Oliver says mimicking my motions.
'Grrrrrr. I'm starting to hate that white haired man.' I rub my temples to stop the oncoming head ach. I can imagine how much worse this has gotta be for Oliver. He actually has another reason that's making him want to be on the team. I reach into the pocket of my dark wash jean jacket and pull out the answer to rid of my frustration.
"Are ya really goin' to smoke here?" Oliver asks me while shaking his head. It may seem like he's disappointed in me if it wasn't for the smirk on his face.
"Frustration release." I smirk back on pull out my favorite zippo lighter. It's my favorite lighter because it's a dragon. A DRAGON! I lite a cigarette and take a draw off it. "Need some?" I hold the cigarette out to him.
"Please and thank you." Oliver says and takes it out of my hand. He takes a draw off of it and opens one of the panels of the window. Knowing that I won't get it back I lite another one.
The door opens and I look to see Mr. Dickenson and the other noble adults walking into the room. Looking at Oliver I see him hide his cigarette behind his back.
'Pussy.' I have to take another draw off my cigarette to keep from laughing at my own thoughts.
"Mercury!?" I turn my attention to Misty McGregor, majorly mad now that she used my full name.
"Yeah?" I ask her smiling.
"What is THAT?!" She yells pointing at my hand.
"Wellllllll, it's called a cigarette you see. People smoke them." I slowly explain to her, hoping to piss her off more.
"You do know smoking is bad for you, correct?" Mrs. Gincarlo asks.
"Do not speak to her like she is some kind of child. She knows what she's doing is completely wrong." Mr. Jurgen points out.
"Oliver smokes to!" I yell out and point at him like a little kid.
"Shut up Mercy." He shouts at me, unhiding his cigarette, and taking a draw off it.
"Oliver! I didn't expect something like this from you." Mr. Jurgen states wide eye.
"No one ever does." Oliver mumbles.
"Anyway," I interrupt "do me and Oliver really have'ta go with all those teams?" I question Mr. Dickenson. " 'Cause I really don't wanna go."
Mr. Dickenson, along with all the other adults, snap out of the small shock. "Yes." He answers. "I understand you may not want to, but I feel this will be good for you both."
"What about Pietrixe?" Oliver asks. "And Lyric and Alec? I don't wanna leave them here alone while we go."
"You don't have to worry about that Oliver." Allen McGregor answers my brother. "Me and Misty will be here with them."
"Now that this is all settled I will leave to make preparations." The BBA chairman leaves the room.
"Now, to deal with this problem." Misty McGregor says motioning to the cigarettes in mine and Oliver's hands.
"Oh fuck." I whisper.
"Shit." My ears pick up Oliver's voice.
'This is goin' to take some time.' I think to myself. Putting my hand in my jacket pocket I feel my pack. 'Almost full. Good I'll need 'em all by the time this talk is over.'
I hope you enjoy this chapter. More to come. Until then my faithful readers. See ya! :)
