Property of WICKED

Chapter 7 ~ Distanced

The tweeting birds is what woke her up, she blinked her heavy eyes open and felt the pounding headache that came with opening her eyes. The sun was a lot more intense then usual due to the hangover, she sat up rubbing her forehead and looked around.

Thomas wasn't there, but Minho was, still snoring away into the leaves below them. He had his trousers on but his top laid a couple feet away from him, entangled with a few rocks and vines.

She groaned in pain once pushing herself off the floor due to laying in a funny position. All the things that had taken place came back to her in blocky memories. The kiss with Thomas was the most prominent to her, making her face burn  while replaying the events.

"Hey, Minho." Iris whispered, he didn't wake up so she walked over to him and lightly kicked him using her shoe. He groaned, but opened his eyes to see what was going on. He sprung up to his feet almost falling in the process.

"Whoah, what happened?" He asked spinning in circles looking around, she chuckled at his confusion. He too placed a hand on his forehead wincing at the on-sight headache.

"Wheres Newt and Thomas?" He asked turning to face her, she shrugged and looked down at her shirt which was all dirty and wonky. She began fixing it as he cussed around at his headache, also fixing his clothes properly.

"Let's go, i need a proper breakfast." Minho began walking towards the glade and Iris followed along, she picked up the bottle of whatever they had been drinking with them.

"I advise you hide that bottle we all drank, Alby would probably kill us, and Gally." Minho explained not looking back at her, she threw it to the side and listened to it clatter onto the rocky floor below a big tree.

They walked for around 5 minutes, which was longer than before considering the pace they were going at. Hangover was to blame for that.

When they got back at the glade, most of the guys were sitting in their hammocks talking, or bathing in the sun, but considering it was Sunday nobody was doing work and she liked the sudden chill and cool of the place.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Frypan smirked from the serving table he was standing at, both Minho and Iris realised what he was indicating at and both began making disgusted faces and shaking their heads violently while protesting.

"Hell no!" Iris shouted, Frypan raised both his hands in defence as Minho began calling him every glade term he could such as "Shuck face, pile of klunk, dumb shank, and stupid slinthead."

They sat down at one of the picnic tables, Newt and Thomas were opposite them, not speaking, just as hungover as Minho and herself.

"Alby knows we all got a little drunk, but he's more mad we didn't invite him." Newt said chuckling as he took a spoonful of cereal that looked more boring and bland than the thought of pulling weeds.

"Next time, we will be sure to invite Alby." Minho picked up a knife and folk and took a piece of fried egg and shoved it into his mouth, his face lit up the moment the food touched his tongue and he closed his eyes for a moment to take it in, as if it was his first time eating in months.

"So, you two?" Newt used his spoon to point between Iris and Thomas, they both nervously looked up at one another, all the memories came back to them both of what had taken place.

Iris, she didn't regret it at all, she liked what had happened and hoped it wasn't a one time thing. The way she felt in the moment was the happiest she had felt since arriving, but The frown that grew on his face made Iris look back down at the table.

"Shut up, i'm gonna go find Chuck." Thomas patted Newts back before leaving the table and searching for Chuck.

Iris was left there, confused and embarrassed. She felt like he had just thrown the kiss right into her face and left, and now she was left to deal with it and drown in her questions about how he reacted to Newts question.