Author's Note: Updating since I just got back from the road trip.
Chapter 8: Do it alone
Song used in this chapter: Do it alone by Sugar cult
Penelope.
A voice called as Penelope rolled over in bed. Tilting her head toward the side, she glanced sleepily up at the door from her position laying down. Wake up, Penelope!
Knocking was heard along with the voice. Henry, the fuck do you want?
Your powers were sparking too much while you were asleep.
Sorry...
Pushing herself up from her bed, she threw the covers off herself and walked over to her bed room door, hissing at the sunlight that shined through the curtains. Pulling the door open, she allowed access into her dorm room to Henry, as she stared at him, "Sup?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side.
"Seeing the future, huh?" He commented from his spot nearby the door frame, folding his arms.
"Yeah." She hung her head, eyes twinkling with tears. "Chase Collins will die at my hands, but Reid Garwin will end up getting hurt beyond belief."
"We can change the future, you know." Henry commented, as he grabbed her school uniform that was thrown over her chair as a last resort to getting ready for bed last night.
"What do you think might have happened next?" She replied, as she glanced up at him, eyeing him with her grey eyes. "Would he die?" She shook her head, "I won't allow anyone to die, Henry." She continued, "I won't."
"I know how you feel, Lope," Henry paused as he stared at the distressed expression upon her face, sighing as he slung himself upon her bed, taking a cheese strip out from the refrigerator before he sat down, "We won't let anyone die, Martin. You know that."
"But what if we fail, boss?" Glancing up at her boss, she whimpered, "What if we fail in trying to protect the Sons of Ipswich?" Her eyes glistened with fresh tears, her eyes shutting to keep them from spilling out.
"We won't." He confirmed, pulling Penelope over to the bed and held her shoulders at arm's length. "We will not let them die, Penelope. You hear me?"
Standing in front of the classroom door of Mr. Albert's Maths class, Penelope and Henry glanced at each other before Henry tugged open the door, waltzing toward Mr. Albert's desk with his hands in his school uniform's pants pockets, pulling the bad boy look off quite well. Following behind Henry, Penelope stalked after Henry as if they had been arguing, but to them, it was a set up as if to make people believe that they split up.
Penelope's red and black hair had been fixed to fall to her lower back, and her grey eyes behind her bangs, hiding the tears that she had to pretend that she was brokenhearted. Sniffing, Penelope placed her homework upon Mr. Albert's desk and turned to walk up the stairs descending to her place between Reid and Kate, which Kate stared at the new girl with curious eyes.
Following behind Penelope, Henry went to sit in the back of the room and sat himself down, glaring at his hands.
Nice acting skills, Penelope thought to Henry, as she tried not to laugh.
Happens to the best of us.
Sure.
Sitting straighter, Reid tapped upon Penelope's shoulder and frowned as she flinched, raising an eyebrow at her, "What's up with you and Scott?" He questioned, seeming to be somewhat interested in her answer. But he was trying to pull it off with a mocking smirk, eyeing her to see her reaction.
"Over with." She answered as she narrowed her eyes at him, an emotionless, blank expression appearing on her usual happy expressions.
Blinking at her, Reid shot a glare at Scott and slung his arm over Penelope's shoulder, which earned him a death glare from Henry. Clenching his teeth, Henry flipped Reid off and turned away, trying to act like he didn't care.
Grinning, Reid turned back to Penelope and pulled her into his side, letting her silently cry into his shirt, grasping the material of his school uniform. Patting her back softly, Reid mumbled sweet nothings into her hair, which had to make Kate's eyes roll upward.
He took the bait, Boss.
I can see that.
"Miss Martin, is there something wrong?" Mr. Albert's voice cut through the crowd of students, tilting his head worriedly.
"She's not feeling well, Mr. Albert." Reid answered, patting her back every now and then. Seeming somewhat comfortable, Penelope breathed in a sigh of content. Why's he so warm, she thought to herself, wanting to be held always by him.
