Jonathan
When I got on the bus I was greeted by Emily and Grace again. This time, Emily sat next to me and Grace sat in front of us.
"Um, hello." I say awkwardly.
"I hope you don't mind," She starts to take out her bag and pulls notebooks onto her lap, "I'm doing some tests, today?"
"Okay…" She pulls out pencils and starts checking a list that she's written inside her notebook.
"I'm sorry if this make you uncomfortable, but this is a real deal." Emily gives me a warm smile then quickly turns back to her checking. Her dirty blonde hair fell over her ear and covers her face in layers. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, black converse, a white sleeveless shirt and her three ear piercings were filled with silvered buds. She quickly pulls the hair back behind her ears and turns toward me. She takes out a recording device.
Click, "Test one," click. She then gives me an apologetic look and places her hand onto mine.
Click, "Test one, holding hand. Seems to have no meaning, but test subject's hands are very warm." Click.
I slowly begin to take my hand away. Click. "Test subject appears to be afraid." Click. "Are you afraid? Of me?" She asks, a creepy smile crossing her face. "Off the record of course." I smile at her.
"Nothing's wrong, but my hands are sweaty." I reply calmly.
Click, "Test subject is displaying signs of anxiety or something scientific-y like that." She says in a slight british accent, like she's trying to be professional. I watch her brush a strand of hair out of her face. She knits her eyebrows and Grace turns around to face us.
"The word you're looking for is nervous. Idiot." She says in an angry tone.
"Oh yeah, nervous." Emily says, blushing. I wonder what their problem is. Emily looks at me again. Click, "So, are the rumors true?"
"What rumors? There are a bunch of them." I say jokingly.
Click, "The one about you trying to kill yourself." I feel the blood rush from my face. "Subject is not responding, he may be having a - uh…"
"Panic attack, idiot." Grace says under her breath.
Click, "Yeah, a panic attack." She grabs my shoulder. "Are you okay? Earth to Jon. Hello?" She waves a hand in front of my face.
"I'm okay, jeez. And yeah." I say quietly.
Click, "Test subject… has admitted." Emily says, shutting off the recorder and slipping it into her bag. She shuts her note book and stuffs them away. She turns to face the window which I'm sitting next to. "I'm sorry for asking." She says still not looking at me.
"Hey, I didn't mean I tried to kill myself. It was not my intention." I look away now because I can feel her eyes turn to me.
"We're sorry Jon." She says, placing her hand gently on my knee like I was so fragile, one gust of wind would blow me away.
"You're sorry." Grace says. "I had nothing to do with this." She remains sitting.
''I'm sorry," Emily corrects. "To both of you, 'cause I know Grace, like hates me or something and I'm sorry for Jon in general."
"Don't be." Grace and I say in unison.
"What's her problem, because I know I'm loaded with them, but her? She's not like this." I whisper to Emily, hoping I remembered to brush my teeth this morning because we are so close together.
"She's mad at me for God-knows-why." She says, a frown passing her face. She blinks and the frown is replaced with a cheerful smile. "I don't mind though, we'll be fine." She winks at me.
She winked at me. I think. Like actually winked.