Hi, guys!
I'm, once again, over the moon to see the results of chapter 3. Thank you so much if you read it and even more if you left a review. It tells me that you want to see more.
I didn't write anything on this week simply because I had no time. I didn't come home from school until eleven because of a big concert for my band class on Wednesday and I had tests and quizzes for the rest of the week. I apologize but I couldn't write because of school.
I hope to start writing slightly longer chapters, but I do not know where I want the story to go next. This is why I really want you to leave suggestions. I need some ideas to keep writing the story. Please leave those in the comment section below the story.
Chapter 4
After I finish working out, I head to the kitchen to eat lunch, but stop when I hear hushed voices from the other side of the kitchen door.
"I'm telling you, there is something going on with him," Reinhardt says, his voice muffled.
"Now, don't just go making assumptions," McCree answers.
I listen for other voices, but I don't hear anything.
"He slept on the couch," Reinhardt says a little louder. He's talking about me.
I press my ear closer to the door to hear McCree's response.
"Maybe he was telling the truth," says McCree, "You know, he's not one to tell a lie."
A deep sigh comes from the kitchen.
"Just think about it," insists Reinhardt, "His clothes on the floor...the shoes."
Shoes?
"Those could've been from anyone, maybe earlier in the day."
"They were on top of his clothes," says Reinhardt, "Women's sandals on top of his clothes."
Oh, no. Mercy's sandals; she must have forgotten them when she left.
"Well, whose were they?" says McCree.
"There can only be two options," says Reinhardt.
I don't want to hear anymore so I walk in and pretend that I don't know they were talking about me. I see the surprise on their faces when I come in and I o to the counter to make a sandwich.
"Do either of you know where the bread is?" I ask, trying to settle the obvious tension in the room.
"In the cabinet farthest to the right," says McCree casually.
"Thanks," I say, reaching for the bread.
I grab the bread then open the fridge and take out the cheese and turkey. I make my sandwich, all the while feeling Reinhardt and McCree watching me. I shake their stare from my back and go the the kitchen counter. I sit down next to Reinhardt and start to eat.
"Have you seen Mercy this morning, by any chance?" says Reinhardt.
I only shrug and take a bite of my sandwich. I haven't seen her. She's probably in the recreation room, drawing. She likes to draw in her free time. She's good at it, too.
"Maybe in the recreation room," I tell him, "She likes to draw in there, you know."
"I know," he says.
"What have you been up to today?" asks McCree.
"Not much," I say, "Working out, mostly. Thinking about tomorrow."
"Where are we fighting?" asks Reinhardt.
"Numbani, I think," McCree answers.
"Yeah," I say, "Numbani."
Reinhardt nods, looking around the room.
I finish my sandwich quickly and get up to leave. I want to find Mercy and tell her about what Reinhardt found.
"I'm gonna go shower," I say, "See you later."
McCree waves goodbye. I go to the recreation room to see if Mercy's there. I walk in the door and, sure enough, I see her sitting at the table in the corner with her drawing pad. I walk over to see what she's working on. She looks up at me and smiles. I look at the paper and see a woman holding a mask to her face. The mask has feathers sticking off of one of the corners and sequins covering it. It looks like something straight out of a New Orleans parade.
"Wow," I say, meaning it, "You're good, Ziegler."
"Thanks, but it's really nothing," she says.
"I mean it. You're really good."
She smiles again and leans up to kiss me. Her lips feel good on mine.
"You're too sweet, Jack," she whispers between kisses.
I love this, this moment, but I need to tell her what happened. I pull away and sit down next to her, taking her hand on the table.
"Is something wrong?" she asks, leaning back in her chair.
"Sort of," I say, "Do you remember leaving your shoes in the living room this morning?"
Her eyes widen.
"Oh no," she responds, "Who found them? Do they know?"
"Reinhardt found them," I answer, "And I think he might have an idea of what happened."
"Why? Did he say anything to you? Did you tell him something?"
I hesitate.
"Tell me, Jack," she insists.
"He kind of woke me up this morning," I say nervously, "He was acting like he knew something."
"Are you sure he does?" she asks.
"I think so. I overheard him talking to McCree about how there are only two possibilities of who they might have belonged to."
"The other one being Tracer?"
I nod.
She opens her mouth and closes it again, as if she wants to say something.
"Would...would it really be that bad if anyone knew?" she finally says, "I mean, what would be the worst that could happen?"
I think about my answer. What would happen? Could we get kicked off the team for something like this? Is that possible?
"I don't know," I say, "I just think we have to be careful who we tell."
"Right. Does anyone know? Besides maybe Reinhardt?"
"Tracer does," I say.
"Well, that's not bad," she says, "But how?"
"She told me she got up early to get water and saw an owl watching us."
Mercy laughs, the wrinkles around her eyes showing.
"Of course she did!" says Mercy, wiping her eyes with her sweater sleeve.
I smile, imagining Tracer coming downstairs in the middle of the night, her mouth dropping open when she sees us.
"Alright," says Mercy, her laughter dying down, "We just need to make sure Torbjörn doesn't know."
"Of course," I say.
I run my fingers through her head and kiss her, moving with her. I'm so taken that I don't notice when the door opens and McCree walks in. We both pull away, but it's too late. He already saw us.
"Look," he says before either of us can come up with an excuse, "I won't tell anyone."
"Thank you," we both say simultaneously.
"Under one condition," he adds.
We stare at him.
"Don't let your little love affair ruin our chances in battle. Got it?"
We nod and I thank him again.
"Please just don't tell Reinhardt," I plead.
"I said I'll keep your secret," he says, "As long as y'all don't decide to fuck during battle."
"Alright," says Mercy, "I promise."
She looks over at me.
"Promise," I say.
"Good. Then I'll leave you to it," says McCree and leaves the room.