She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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Kori exhaled as a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. The second she'd felt it, her palm was reaching up, wiping the area of skin. To say it was hot was an understatement. A gross, bullshit understatement. The inside of these shipping containers was literal hell on earth. She'd never felt more overheated in her life.
Everyone was sitting against the wall, waiting for the signal— what they were supposed to be doing. But not Kori. No, instead of resting, she was pacing the length of the crate. And that wasn't much considering how crammed they were inside the container.
"It's hot." Kie voiced, pretty much everyone's attention situated on the blonde. "We started a pile of jackets right there."
Kori glanced at the pile, but didn't say anything. She just continued to pace, honestly annoyed by everyone and everything. And her head was actually killing her.
"Kor, you should sit down." JJ piped up.
She said nothing.
"Kori, you probably have a concussion." John B added, shrugging his shoulders. "I really think you should sit down."
She whipped to him, brow raising. "And I really think you should just shut up."
John B sighed, head nodding as the blonde cursed and ripped her half zip gray crew neck off. She discarded the item of clothing on top of the pile, leaving her in her black joggers and turquoise square neck tank top. Then she was pacing again. "Okay, you're pissed. I get it. Missed you, too, Kor."
Kori gave him a look, middle finger raising before she was pacing again.
Logan kept his eyes on her, gaze narrowed. Everyone else seemed to be used to this though. As if her usual behavior pertained to crude gestures and— oh right. He knew that too.
"You know, I'm honestly surprised she didn't try killing you." Kie began, glancing at Logan.
"Trust me, it wasn't for my lack of effort." Kori quipped, pivoting at the other end of the crate.
Logan met Kie's curious gaze, followed by John B and JJ. "She pulled a knife on me twice."
"Well, here," She remarked, pulling her pocket knife out from the front of her tank top. "Why don't you make it three? Knock yourself out." She retorted, throwing it to him.
The—luckily closed—knife flew at his chest, causing him to scoff. "Okay, what's your deal?"
No response.
"God, Kori, would you just sit down?" JJ exclaimed.
The blonde let out an irritated sigh, took the remaining steps to him, and sat down— opposite of the four of them. "So where do you think Luke is?"
