𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 || Janson [BEING REWRITTEN]

03 || Through the Vents

 Janson and Giada walked down one of many long corridors, side-by-side, as he led her to the large cafeteria. She could hear the various amount of voices booming from the inside as clear as day, and she'd almost forgotten how loud children could be. Key word, almost. How many of them are in there? She wondered to herself, crossing her arms over her chest. Giada began to frown in confusion whilst Janson held the door open for her. But he didn't stand in a spot where anyone could see him right beside her. Which was probably a good thing. Giada certainly did not want to go in there, and Janson definitely could sense that, as if he could read the ginger haired woman like a book. Who willingly wants to be surrounded by a bunch of young teenagers if they don't have to be?

"In you go," he said sternly. "They're just a bunch of children from the other mazes."

"How reassuring," Giada remarked sarcastically, her eyes widening at his last statement once it set in. She turned to the older man quickly. "Other mazes? How many fucking mazes does Wicked need? Experimental fucks."

"Don't ask me, I wouldn't know." Was all Janson answered, shrugging his shoulders at her. Then before she knew it, the older man had gently placed his large hand onto Giada's lower back, nudging her into the cafeteria gently. His hand hadn't even been there for a mere thirty seconds, but yet she felt a sense of clarity, like that too was also familiar. Giada was so confused, and the only thing she could conclude about this whole entire situation was the knowledge that she's probably finally going insane. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

She walked further into the cafeteria unwillingly, and almost instantaneously, all of their eyes transfixed over in her direction. Most of them all stared Giada down, studying her every movement. It was beginning to make her feel extremely uncomfortable; her neck hairs began to rise as a tiny shiver corrupted her whole entire body. She absolutely despised large crowds with a passion. Giada's never been the type of woman that would willingly hangout with a huge crowd if she had the option not to. The ginger haired woman preferred being alone for the most part so she could think about things. Frankly, it didn't take long for Thomas to notice her.

"Giada, there you are!" He exclaimed loudly, rushing over to her. "That Janson guy didn't hurt you; I hope."

"No, he didn't," She replied, being completely truthful as she allowed the young teenager to usher her over to the table they were occupying.