Chapter 3
Taylor walked into Homestead behind Newt, Alby, and Minho, trying to control her headache and spinning questions. Why did she know some of the people here? She felt different feelings of familiarity towards them. The three boys were talking and laughing together, while Taylor continued to think in her own world. Her head was throbbing, and she really couldn't wait to sleep. That made her think, Where am I going to sleep? She was about to ask Newt about it when she noticed that all the boys in the room had suddenly just stopped talking and was staring at her, besides Newt, Alby, and Minho, so the only sound was them talking. She could feel every boy staring at her with facial expressions that made her extremely uncomfortable. Taylor awkwardly cleared her throat, and the three boys in front of her suddenly noticed the silence. Someone whistled, and she felt her face get hot again.
"Now, now. We'll be having none of that." Alby addressed the whistler. "This is Taylor, she just got up and has a terrible headache right now, and we wouldn't want to make it any worse would we boys?" Alby smiled but his voice held no humor. "So now take a nice long look at her, and go back to your own bee's wax." Taylor awkwardly shifted her stance and self-consciously ran her hand through her hair so it landed one her left shoulder as everyone stared at her, even Newt, Alby, and Minho. After what seemed like hours later, Alby finally announced, "Great!" then he turned around and marched up to a dark skinned boy and took a plate of food from him and walked over to a table full of boys, sat down, and started eating. Newt pushed Taylor in front of him so she was in between him and Minho. Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill. The voice in her head from before was back. What? Who? Her mind spun. Kill him. Kill the boy. It chanted. What boy? Her throat was constricting in what seemed like fear as she asked the stupid question. There's a few more than just one boy here. ….Kill him…the voice repeated.
"Hey Green bean." Minho's voice brought her back to reality. She glanced up too see that he had already gotten his food, and that the cook, Newt, and Minho were all waiting for her to get her food.
"Oh. Sorry." She stepped up, and took the plate the cook handed her. "Thanks…um…"
"Frypan." He introduced himself.
"Thanks Frypan." She smiled.
"No Prob' Greenie." He replied. Taylor rolled her eyes and stepped aside to let Newt get his food. She scanned the room looking for a vacant seat to sit in. Someone in the room called Newt over, and he grabbed his tray, and hurried over. Minho stepped beside her.
"Uh, Minho? Where do I sit?" she asked him. He chuckled.
"Any where you shucking want."
"Um…I don't really like that idea." Minho laughed, which made Taylor smile. It's so easy to make him laugh. She thought.
"Just sit with us for now."
"Us?" she echoed.
"You'll see."
Author's Note: Hey guys! So this is the first note I've made so far, but…. sorry about this short filler chapter. The fourth one should be up soon. School has been really busy, and my Internet is down at the moment, so I have to go to school to update. But thanks for reading this fanfic, and special thanks to Ambers to Ashes for commenting/reviewing this story! So, yeah, thanks! And please comment.