Promises In Mourning ☆ Gally - TST

Road Trip

"Come on, kids! Let's go find Bertha." Jorge looks at the group of teens that follow behind him and smiles once he has a set of keys that he had to practically pry out of Marcus' hands. We all stood up from where we sat and followed after Jorge.

"Wait! Aren't you going to untie me?!" Marcus shouts after them.

"Shut up, asshat!" I holler to him which earned a couple of laughs from the others. We walked down the stairs and headed across the dance floor to the exit of the building.

"I knew you'd come back." Her voice purrs as she ran her hands around my waist.

"Come back?" Thomas questions with a quirked brow.

"Sorry, can't stay. I have to leave." I tell the girl and attempt to step away, but like I did last time, she pulled me back to her, holding my hips and pushing them against herself.

"Oh, have to leave so soon? You can always stay here with me." She offers, "We could have so much fun together." She whispers in my ear, my eyebrows furrow as the others once again watch with wide eyes.

"Nah. I'm good. Thanks, but no thanks."

"Come on, just think about it. All the fun we would have. You and me in my bed. Staying up, together all night long. I have been told I have an amazing tongue."

"There is only one person that I'd do all that with and it's not you. I could really care less if you have an amazing tongue or not." I push her off and walk to the others as they walked out of the building quickly.

"There are too many damn horny people in this world," I huff.

"Only for you." Minho chuckles.

"She was quite beautiful though, wasn't she." Newt teased and elbowed me while flicking his eyebrows up and down.

"Shut up." I roll my eyes, but I could not help the light rose blush that painted itself on my cheeks.

"You're blushing," He tells me.

"I bet I can say one word and you'd be looking like a tomato."

"Oh yeah?" He challenges.

"Yeah."

"Try me." I lean forward to him to whisper.

"Thomas," I say in a hushed tone. Everyone watching the two to see if I would be able to make Newt blush with one single word. I pull away to see his reaction, "and as I said, one word and you blush like a tomato."

"That's unfair."

"Mhm."

"Shuck off."

"Mhm."

"Wait, what's the word?" Thomas asks. Newt blushes even more.

"A magician never tells their secrets," I smirk.

"Games are over, kids. Let's go," Jorge grabs our attention again and he led us down a road that brought us behind the building we were just in.

There was garbage and pieces of scraps laying around, discarded on the ground. A few bodies laid scattered and flies swarmed them.

"Why would Bertha be back here?" Aris asks.

"Who is Bertha anyway? How is she supposed to help us?" Fry questions.

Jorge stops abruptly which leads to us all running into his back.

Traffic jam.

"Sorry," we all mutter when he sends us a glare. Jorge takes a step forward and grips a blue, dirty tarp, and yanks it off. Under the tarp sits an old truck.