The hours went on and on and the group continued to move towards where Jorge predicted Brenda and Thomas to emerge from.
"Alright. That's enough." Jorge's panted, "Take a break for awhile." He said, some of the Glader's giving out grateful sighs as they near collapsed to the ground. Looking around at the group, Gen's eyes lingered on the burns on their faces and their cracked lips. They needed a rest. But, Minho had been determined to keep going. The truth was, they would still be going if it weren't for Jorge. Moving towards Nik, Gen placed her hands on her hips,
"Still don't wanna go find your beloved?" She smirked. Nik rolled his eyes and took a sip of his water,
"Hilarious." He muttered, "Your boyfriend's pretty stubborn, isn't he."
"Not my boyfriend anymore... but, yes. Yes, he is." Gen agreed, looking over her shoulder, she found that her gaze fell onto Jorge who was watching her. As their eyes met, Jorge gave a small nod, signalling that he wanted her to approach him. More than likely so he could talk to her, whilst she smiled and nodded. Looking back to Nik, she gave out a sigh,
"I'm being summoned by our newest friend." She muttered, causing Nik to laugh,
"Try to remember the trouble your big mouth gets you into." He chuckled, his gaze shifting past her and onto Jorge. Following his gaze, she found Jorge wore an impatient expression. Whatever it was he had to say, he was under the impression that it was important. Taking a breath, she moved towards him, one foot in front of the other. It was the first time she had come close to him for hours. In truth, he scared her, just as his brother scared her. Stopping a metre in front of him, she swallowed,
"What's up?" She asked, raising her eyebrow slightly. Jorge's gaze didn't leave hers,
"We need to talk, hermana." He said.
"Sure." She replied, fighting the urge to make a smart-ass reply to make herself sound stronger than she really was. As Jorge moved towards one of the many dilapidated buildings, out of sight from where the others could see them, Gen followed at a short distance. When they were finally out of sight, Jorge turned to face her completely. Gen hated the way he looked at her. Like she was the liability. Like she was the one that needed a leash. "What's wrong?" She asked.
"You." He answered crisply, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Me?" She questioned, "I don't understand." She spoke softly, keeping her eyes locked onto his.
"You are the problem. You're a distraction." He 'explained'.
"I'm a distraction?" She exclaimed, "I'm the distraction? Are you shucking serious right now?" Gen cried, ignoring the fact that her voice was slowing rising. "I have done nothing to you."
"You've done nothing to me?" Jorge questioned. "Your presence affects me. You belong to Matias and that makes you a danger to everyone here."
"I don't care." She said, "Cause as soon as I get outta here, I'll kill him straight after I kill everyone who works for WICKED." She hissed, taking a daring step towards him.
"You're so brave, aren't you?" Jorge chuckled, "But, I've gotta hand it to you, Genevieve, you've got them all fooled." He said, nodding through the wall to where the Glader's would all be sitting. "But, Brenda and I know the truth... You're a coward."
"I'm a coward?" Gen questioned, "I risked my life to save someone else. To save Newt as a matter of fact." She hissed.
"How pathetic, using your friend to justify your cruelty, your selfishness. You're a killer, just like the rest of us. I can pick a killer a mile away. You got that look in your eyes. Tell me the truth, what do you plan to do when we reach the end? You cannot run from my brother. You can't kill him either." Jorge said, a small smile on his lips. Gen didn't answer, he was right in what he was saying and she understood his cold attitude towards her. She had heard Peter speak briefly about the two of them. About how Matias wanted to kill him. Her presence affected him more than she thought. Pushing past her, Gen's brow furrowed as Jorge spoke once more, "All you have is your fire, hermana. Remember that." Watching him leave, Gen's brow furrowed as she placed both hands on her head, taking deep breaths. Everything he said was correct.
"What's your problem, girly?" Closing her eyes, Gen ignored Minho, but nothing could drown out the sound of his footsteps moving towards her, until they were so loud that she had to open her eyes.
"Nothing." She answered. "Just had a chat with Jorge. Why are you here?" She asked, setting her gaze onto his face. He held no emotion. He simply stared.
"You were gone." He said, "Again." Taking a breath, Gen gave our an irritated sigh,
"Do whatever you've gotta do. You wanna hate me? You want me to leave? Go for it, do whatever you gotta do." She snapped. "I just want all of this to stop."
"I don't want to hate you." Minho replied. His tone was surprisingly soft, "I wanted to tell you that I want us to be... normal."
"Define normal."
"Back in the Glade normal." Minho answered. Gen smirked,
"That was a pretty crappy definition. You were a pain in the ass back in the Glade."
"Seems to me like I was the one saving your ass in the Glade, shuck-face." Minho retorted, trying to hide the smile that threatened to grace his hardened, burnt face. Gen had to admit, she had missed the boy and his smart mouth.
"Great. So you go back to being a pain in my ass and I go back to being the reckless shuck-face in need of saving." Gen smiled softly, "Like nothing ever happened."
"Sounds good to me." Minho replied, crossing his arms over his chest, "Last thing I need is a distraction, so try not to be needing my heroics too much." He mumbled more to himself than to Gen. Instead of responding however, she simply bit her lip and pushed past him,
"Good talk." She muttered, unsure as to whether or not he had heard her or not. Minho wanted things to go back to 'normal' whatever that meant, but, she'd rather him pretending their issues didn't exist than have him pretend she didn't exist.
