Chemistry

Bryn Probably Has A Vendetta Against Amaya Now

Oh my GOODNESS!! I. Can't. Believe. This. Is. Happening!!!! My dress is a lovely rose pink, with overlaying tulle, and pretty embellishments on the bodice, waist, and skirt. My hair was in soft curls with a pretty blush-pink rose flower crown, and my eyeshadow/lips matched my dress. My champagne colored heels glittered underneath my dress. I gazed up into Sam's drop-dead gorgeous eyes.

"Hey Bryn," He whispered.

Lord help me he looks absolutely RAVISHING in that suit. It was ash gray, and his dark oak hair was tousled from him nervously running his hands through it all night. Nice try, Sam, but I can see through your makeup.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

"I... I really like you. A lot. Like. A lot a lot. Well I mean.. I love you."

I about fell over.

"You do?"

"Yea..."

"..."

"If you don't like me it's ok we can just stay friends..."He said quickly, trailing off.

I gave him my answer by standing up on my tiptoes, flinging my arms around him, and pressing my lips on his. Sam stumbled back, startled at first, but then wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me as close as my dress would let him. His lips enveloped mine, and they tasted sacchariferously of strawberry and cream, and all of everything else during the Spanish Flamenco faded away. We stayed like that, swaying, kissing, 'til I reluctantly pulled away.

"I love you too, Sam."

And I hugged his chest, burying my face deeply into his shoulder. He sighed contently and hugged me back. Then we heard it.

CRASH.

I screamed, and Sam jumped and pulled me to his side. Guards yelled. People rushed around. Cam fainted. Ben and whoever was closest to him got her some water and she came to. The rest of us were too scared to move.

WHOOSH.

Every light went out. It was pitch black. More people screamed. I frowned. This was suspicious. This doesn't seem like just an engineering issue, and we weren't at a high enough altitude for windows to be breaking. Even though we were here to relax and have fun, the wheels in my brain started to turn.

There's no way anyone here would want to hurt the FBI, and if they did, there was a screening before you went into the palace to check for weapons. Who could've done this? I gasped. If they'd escaped prison before, they can do it again.

"Sam. Sam!"

There was a glowing figure standing in the broken window ledge, elevated by churning molten rock. A lava pool flickered and trickled onto the floor, setting fire to anything in its path.

"How much blood does your team have to shed... For you guys to realize... I'm not playing games!!" A throaty voice screamed, throwing a fireball at the wall closest to us, making everyone except us duck. A deep, haunting laugh filled the silent room as a tall man's figure rose beside her.

I heard all 10 of us' breaths falter.

"Amáya." Sam whispered hoarsely.

End of Book One.