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Chapter 3
Six was laughing at the fact that I didn't know what a hamburger was. But, when someone touches her shoulder, she stops, her joking mood fading. It's a guy, with shining black hair and dark green eyes.
"Hey, Six." He says, leaning down to her ear.
"Peter." She says challengingly.
"Aren't you going to introduce me?" He asks, and she turns to face him.
"That's Tobias. I don't know his friend." Her eyes meet his, and her upper lip lifts up a little, as if she smells something gross.
"Zeke!" Says Zeke.
"Ooh," Says Peter. "A Stiff. We'll see how long you last. Although. . . " Peter trails off, looking at Six.
"What do you want, Peter?" Six asks, a little too quickly.
"What have you been doing lately, Six?"
Six shrugs. "Nothing, really. Busy. You know how Initiates are." Her attempt at nonchalance doesn't fool me, but it angers Peter.
"No. I don't." He says. "Max was telling me he keeps trying to meet up with you, but you don't show up. He wants to know what's up."
"Tell him I don't want job."
"He's offering you a job?"
"So it would seem."
"And you're not interested."
"Haven't been in two years."
"Well," He says, and punches her in the arm. "Let's hope he gets the point, then."
"Let's." Six says, eyebrows raised. And then, Peter leans in close to her.
Her arms, resting on the table, are tense. Peter touches her shoulders, and whispers something in her ear; then, his hands trail down her sides, and she knees him in the groin. He doubles over.
"Ow!" He exclaims.
She grabs his shirt, and pulls his face close hers. "Don't ever touch me." She snarls cleary, then throws him onto the ground a few feet away from him. He scuttles away, face burning.
She flicks some hair from her forehead, sighs brokenly, and hurries out of the dining hall.
"Hey-"Starts Christina, but she's stuck babysitting the Inititates.
I get up and go after her.
Okay, I GET that I'm chapter-ending when it's etiquette to time-break, but. Come on.
