Page 59 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

For some reason this just angers her, and I have to concentrate on not getting hit so much that I can’t get any more words out. The guys have clearly snapped out of their shock though, because they intervene and stop her from hitting me again.

“I don’t know what is going on here, but it’s not a great example to set the students,” Evander says sternly, his eyes on the woman.

She takes a deep breath, and nods once agreeing with him, “Sorry. My emotions took over when I saw her.”

I wince, “I really am sorry. I promise that I will pay you back.”

“Damn right you will!” she replies and then storms off through the crowd that has gathered.

I grin at the guys, “That was fun! I do feel a bit bad though.”

Raiden bursts out laughing, River snorts, and the other guys shake their heads at me.

“What on earth did you do to her?” Reed asks. “I have never seen her lose her cool like that.”

I pull a face, wrinkling my nose, and say, “I may have stolen her car and then accidentally blown it up.”

They all freeze, their mouths dropping open as they look at me incredulously.

Eventually, Doc asks, “Do we want to know how that came about?”

I shake my head, “Probably not, no.”

“Come on, let’s get you to the dining hall before someone else recognizes you and starts swinging,” Doc mutters with a smile.

We all start walking again, and I say, “Can you guys make sure she gets a new car on me? I don’t think it would be a very good idea for me to talk to her for a while.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a smart idea,” River chuckles.

“You did really well dodging all of her attacks though. She wasn’t going easy on you,” Ransom adds.

I shrug, “Well, I didn’t want to hit back, not when she had every right to be pissed. I mean, I did blow her car up. I would be mad as hell if I had a car and someone did that to me.”

“Well, you certainly impressed quite a few of the watching agents and students with the way you handled it and the way that you managed to dodge everything even though you’re human,” Doc says.

“I suppose that’s probably a good thing,” I reply questioningly.

The guys nod, that it is, and I relax. It probably is a good thing, unless the woman whose car I blew up cottons on to the fact that I looked better than she did in that situation, because then she has yet another reason not to like me.

I think my best course of action is probably to just avoid her at all costs. In a place this big, that should be easy enough.

I hope.

This place is really massive, and it takes far longer than my stomach would like to get to the dining hall, as Reed called it. Fancy. Once we get there my focus is solely on the food and nothing else. They have proper meals, no weird brown stuffthat you don’t know what it is. No wilted and pathetic-looking vegetables, nothing like any of that. I wish I could take forever to choose, but I am aware that I’m holding up the line, so I settle for some pasta in some kind of creamy-looking sauce and then add a giant bacon double cheeseburger because it looks too good to leave behind.

When the guys simply pick up what they want and then walk off to find a table, I walk behind them, slightly confused.

Once we’re seated, I ask, “Don’t we need to pay?”

Evander shakes his head, “No, it’s all paid for. It’s included in the student’s tuition and our employment as SID agents.”

“That is awesome,” I reply. I waste absolutely no time in digging in, and I am not disappointed, the food tastes as good as it looks.

We all fall silent as we eat, which is the norm for us apparently, and honestly, I wouldn’t be good for conversation right now anyway. I’m too busy stuffing my face like a lady. It does give me a chance to look around the lunchroom, dining hall, or whatever the fuck it’s called.

I am pretty surprised that any gazes I accidentally meet are friendly, and most either just glance away because they’ve been caught looking or give me a smile. A couple of the students from Griff’s class even wave, and I happily return them. It surprises me because there is no animosity or anything like that, and I once again have to remind myself that we aren’t at high school. It’s refreshing. My gaze lands on yet another familiar face, but this time, it’s a welcome face, and she’s already walking toward me.

I stand up just in time to receive a hug from Navy. It is strange how comfortable I feel hugging this woman that I have met a grand total of once, but honestly, it’s probably the least weird thing that has happened to me recently so I’m just going to leave it alone and go with the flow.

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