Alright, babes. I hope some of you went and checked out my friend's story on Wattpad. And I just want to clear up on the subject: he started his first, but I have a rule about not reading other people's work for the same subject/story while I'm writing to ensure that I don't get tempted to take stuff from theirs. So if there are similarities besides the names of the OC's, it's either coincidental or he's stealing from me (ily babe). More importantly, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time. I'm going to try and get back on a regular schedule. Oh, and orangeporcupine, don't worry, I'll add some fluff in there eventually. Anyway, here's chapter nine for those of you reading. Thanks for your time, enjoy!
I made it back to the dorm right before curfew, as Four was shutting the lights off. Thomas was still asleep, Christina assured me that nothing newsworthy happened and that he was okay. Satisfied, I got in bed and fell asleep slowly, thinking about the tedious chance encounter and hoping that Eric wasn't in such a bad mood tomorrow.
In the morning, I almost didn't wake up on time. For some reason, the wake up call didn't pull me from sleep. Lucky for me, it startled Thomas and he gasped and fell off his bed in a tangle of sheets. I opened an eye to look at him as he struggled to get up.
"Need a little help, T?" I asked groggily and yawned.
"Nope." He said, managing to get on his feet. "I'm fine, everything's okay. Why are you still in bed? You're usually up before I am." He threw the blanket back on his bed with a vengeful look on his face.
"Just tired." I yawned again and threw the blankets off me. "I went for a walk after you fell asleep and got back late. Then I couldn't actually fall asleep for a while, I kept feeling like I was falling." I stretched and rummaged through my bag for something to wear. I decided on a black tank top and leggings with a sturdy pair of combat boots.
"Where'd you go on your walk?" He inquired, too casually to be 'natural.' "Just curious."
"Kid, I just woke up. I don't think you want to start right now." I replied impatiently. "And nowhere. I just wandered around the compound until I got bored and then I came back. Nothing special." I shrugged. I had been lying a lot lately. I didn't like it, but I wasn't going to give anyone the satisfaction of saying 'I told you so.'
"So, nothing noteworthy? Nothing you want to tell me?" He asked slyly.
"Well if I wanted to tell you, I would, wouldn't I?" I sighed as I pulled my hair into a ponytail with some difficulty.
"Alright, you don't need to be so hostile all the time." He muttered and got dressed. "Maybe I should have found a more friendly bodyguard."
"Yeah, maybe you should have." I shrugged. "Kid, guilt trips don't work on me, you're a couple years late for that. Besides, you should have learned by now that coffee works wonders, and since I'm ready early…." I nodded and headed out the door toward the kitchen.
I cut through the cafeteria, past the various people dotted across the tables, carrying on sleepy conversations, and through the door on the opposite side into the kitchen. Once inside, I made a beeline for the coffee machine, not speaking or making eye contact with anyone. I waited as patiently as I could for my coffee to finish and poured it in a cup, slapping a lid on it. Satisfied, I turned to go sit by myself at a corner table and as I spun around I nearly bumped into someone. "Woah, sorry. Watch where you're going." I muttered and slid around him, not bothering to look who it was.
"I'll try to remember that." He replied; Four. I rolled my eyes and turned back.
"For a second I thought it was someone important, can I revise what I said? I'm not sorry and 'watch where you're going asshole.'" I nodded proudly.
"I'm wounded. Words really do hurt." He scoffed and claimed the coffee left over in the pot. "You're fighting Edward today, you might want to start drinking that coffee." He added quietly.
"Shit." I muttered and took a hasty drink, burning my mouth in the process but I didn't mind. I was too busy hoping it was strong enough to wake me up quickly, seeing as I didn't put any creamer in it or anything. "Alright, thanks? I guess, for letting me know." I shrugged and backed toward the door. I made it out into the cafeteria safely without any more incidents.
I sat at a table and put my feet up on the chair opposite me. I was nearly done and was tempted to toss out the rest of what was in the styrofoam cup when Thomas came and sat next to me. "Hey kid." I leaned back and set the cup on the table. "I think it's safe to be over here now."
"Good, because I'm not leaving anyway." He shrugged and reached for the cup. Before I could warn him that it was more bitter than I was, he had taken a sip and nearly choked. "What the hell is that?" He demanded incredulously.
"It's called coffee." I nodded sarcastically. "Black." I added and he gave me the most withering look he could muster for being under five feet tall. "It's not my fault you stole it." I raised my hands in mock surrender.
"Yeah, whatever." He grumbled and stuck his tongue out in an attempt to get the bitter taste off.
I smirk at him and punch him playfully in the arm, taking another drink from my coffee. "Hey, your boyfriend is in the kitchen by the way, wanna go ask what we're doing today? He doesn't like me." Thomas' face turned slightly pink and he became very interested in the surface of the table.
"He's not my boyfriend." He said quietly.
"No, but you wish he was and that's all that matters." I said smugly. He shook his head and scrubbed his thumb along the edge if the table. "See, it doesn't feel all that great, does it?"
"I bet he's not really in there. I bet you just said that so you could prove a point." He looked at me defiantly. I raised my eyebrows and nodded toward the kitchen door as Four walked out, sipping his coffee. Thomas resumed his study of the tabletop.
"Alright, well we should leave soon for training. Soon being like, right now." I stood up quickly and threw my cup away, still with coffee unfinished, with Thomas at my heels.
"Wait, now someone's going to have to clean that up. You couldn't at least finish it?" He protested.
"Not my job, not my problem. Besides, there's a trash bag, all they have to do it take it out and dump it wherever they dump it. It's much simpler than you think, T." I retorted without skipping a beat. He stayed quiet until we reached the training room but I could hear him repeating, "not my job not my problem" under his breath as we walked. I wasn't sure whether to be annoyed that he was mimicking me or proud that I was influencing someone and I couldn't help but wonder, 'is this what it's like having a sibling?'
Sorry the ending's kinda dumb, but I figured that it's been so long that I should at least update as soon as possible. I promise the next chapter will be longer and that it won't take as long to get out. Keep reading, following, favoriting, reviewing, whatever works for you.