Yessss I finally uploaded! Ha ha! Woww . . . I don't know why I'm acting like this . . . weird. I must be sleep-deprived or something like that. I just came back from a sleepover with the one and onlyyyyyy *drum role please* SAMI NYCOLE! heheh. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter and please R&R, make sure that you read the new chapter for 6 minutes in hell, because I'll be updating that chapter shortly after this one.
6 minutes in heaven 10
I glanced outside the window of our sleeping area and frowned. Rain poured down from the grayish blue skies and thunder and lightening shook the earth.
Sam tapped on my shoulder, "One of the Sergeants posted a paper on our door. It says that all lessons will be cancled due to the storm outside."
My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, "What about the indoor lessons? Like, ammunition, battlefield plotting, or the shooting ranges?"
She shrugged. "The cancled everything. I think they want us to just have a break today. It is Sunday, after all."
I sighed. "Okay, then what are we supposed to do all day?"
A huge grin spread across Sami's face. "Come with me," she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
Sam knocked on the boys' dorm doorway. "Let us in!"
"What's the password?" I heard Jamal say from the other side of the door.
Sam shook her head, "There is no password, idiot."
The doorknob turned and Jamal stood in the doorway. He stepped aside and motioned for us to come in. He smiled brightly at us. "Congratulations. You passed the test. You were right. There is no password."
I rolled my eyes at Jamal. Him and his silly jokes . . . sigh.
"This way," Jamal directed us through the boys dorm. It was sort of just like the girls dorm area, only it was backwards, I guess.
I nudged Sam as we followed him, "What are we doing?" I whispered so low only she could hear.
We passed hallways, where other guys about our age were leaning against the wall, chatting and doing God-knows-what. When we walked by, there was a hush that fell over them and they turned to stare at us.
"Why are they staring?" I asked a little more loudly.
Sam giggled. "How much you wanna bet that it's because they think your pretty?"
Blood rushed to my cheeks. "That . . . can't be why."
She raised her eyebrows. "Watch this." Sam turned around and started walking towards a group of guys, all similar in a way, with their short buzz cuts and angular bone structure and beefy muscles.
Sami batted her eyes. "So, boys, what do you think of my friend here?"
At this point, I knew my face was completely red. Sam pulled me over to her side, ignoring my complaints.
One of the guys whistled and I cursed. "She sure is a beauty."
The other guys nodded in agreement.
I pulled Sam back over to where Jamal was, almost all the way down the hallway, not even noticing that we were far behind him.
"Okay, okay, you made your point." I rolled my eyes at her, and tried calming myself down so that my face wasn't as red. "Now let's go."
"Fine," she grunted.
"Jamal," I asked. "Where are we going?"
He smiles and I glance as Sam to see her gazing at him. I clear my throat and she looks at me sheepishly.
"You and Sam are coming to the dorm that Fang and I share. We're gonna hang out, maybe play some poker, truth or dare . . . spin the bottle." He says.
My eyes widen. "Excuse me? What was that last part you just said?"
"Truth or dare?" He says all too innocently.
"No, the other part," I cross my arms.
"Poker?"
"No."
"Oh . . . you meant spin the bottle." He laughs.
"Yeah," I said shaking my head at him.
Jamal takes us into a room with two bunk-bed in it. Each one pushed off to the other side of the wall. "Our other roommates and a couple other guys are playing with us too."
On one of the bunk beds, Fang sat on the top bed, listening to an iPod, oblivious that Sam and I were even there. I grabbed a pillow from the bed bellow him and chucked it at him. He looked startled for a second then once he saw me his expression relaxed.
"Hey, Max." He says calmly and gives me a little smile. He nods at Sam, greeting her.
On the other bunk bed are two more guys. One guy on the top of the bunk bed, like Fang, had short but curly dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. His face was a little round and his skin was irritated with a small case of acne.
The bed bellow him, there was a taller guy that looked like he just walked out of Teen Vogue Magazine. He had a blinding white smile, Caribbean blue eyes, tanned skin and straight light brown hair. His body structure was angular with lean muscle, much like Fang.
Next to him sat two more boys: one with pale skin and red hair and freckles, and another boy with glossy jet black hair that was pulled back into a short hair-band, and he had a dark, dark skin complexion. His eyes were an unusual pale green that was a tad exotic for his features.
Jamal pointed to the guy with the curly dirty blonde hair, "That's Evan." He pointed to the model-ish guy, "That's Dylan," he motioned to the boy with red hair, "He's Eddie, and that's Ari," he said as he looked at the boy with the black hair.
"Guys, this is Max and Sami." Jamal said to the guys.
They all smiled and said hi to us.
Fang jumped down from the top of the bunk bed. "So, what game should we play first?"
We ended up playing spin the bottle, besides my remarks demanding that we do something else.
Ari spun the bottle and it landed on Dylan. He smiled at me and leaned over to me and planted a kiss right on my lips, making it last, too. I pulled away and he sat back down in his seat, grinning.
Sam nudged me and wiggled her eyebrows. I looked over at Fang and he was seething, practically. He pointed to the bottle and looked at Dylan, "You're turn to spin it," he said clenching his teeth.
Dylan spun it and it landed on Jamal. Jamal turned to face Sam and cupped her face in his hands as he pressed his lips to her cheek.
I resisted the urge to smile. When they pulled apart, Sam was blushing and looked . . . happy.
The bottle spun and landed on Fang. I looked at his expression. He was sitting across from me and his eyes were distant. He stood up and walked around to my side. He lightly pulled me up to stand next to him and then wrapped his arms loosely around my waist, cautiously, as if he was afraid I might pull away.
And then, his lips came crashing down on mine and suddenly, I felt a jolt of something go through me. Safeness? Affection? Bliss? Loneliness? . . . love?
He angled his head so that he could kiss me better, and I did the same.
I heard Sam say, "Oooh la la," and the boys making kissy noises. But I didn't care. All I did care about was the boy that was holding me right now.
Ahhh . . . faxness... I love Fang. Ha ha ha. So tell me, how did you like this chapter? Please tell me and READ 6 MINUTES IN HELL. yeah, just making sure that you do that. Okay, yes, so . . .R&R
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~Laurel~