Divergent sauce

panic at the fanfic

Kayla's pov:
Ashton got kicked out. He got kicked out because of me. He's going to be faction less now, just like my family. Everyone I ever loved always has to go. Except Aimee. Aimee, she'll understand. But where was she? She wasn't in the dorm so she must be with her brother.

I make my way down the corridor to Andy's office. I knock and he lets me in, staring at my panicked expression with confusion. "Initiate Kayla? What do you need?" He asks. Obviously tired from last nights Ashton problem. "Where's Aimee??" I ask impatiently.

He looks at me and says "that's confidential information, it doesn't concern you." I glare at him, trying to think of where she might be. I then get a brilliant idea, Luke's. I sprint off down the corridor to Luke's dorm, Andy following me, calling after me.

I burst in, waking up a passed out Aimee asleep on Luke's bed, I'll talk to her about this later. "Ugh she's cuter asleep" Andy groans. She looks up, rubbing tiredness from her eyes and getting up, understanding I needed comfort. "H-he got kicked out." I stutter as she hugs me. "And you'll be kicked out of you don't get out of my dorm in a few seconds." Luke says, appearing besides Andy.

Aimee glares at him. "Alright. Bye then." Aimee says with a sassy tone, waving to the boys and grabbing her shoes. They watch as we exit and go back to our dorms, Aimee comforting me the whole way back, we needed to get ready for training.

Aimee's pov:
For training today Luke and Andy made us run laps. Which made me irritated. They stood by, watching us run. Sweat dropped off my forehead. At least it was a good distraction for Kayla. I felt so bad for her, first she has her first date with a boy ruined, then she looses him. Because of my brother. I hated him so much.

Luke and Andy smirked and waved at me, and I stopped running to flip them off. Luke starts laughing but Andy runs after me, I start sprinting after the group. Soon Andy stops chasing me. He walks away laughing, idiot.

Kayla laughs along, but continues running. After laps we practiced knife throwing. I was pretty good at knife throwing, landing almost every knife exactly where I wanted it to be. It made me happy, knowing I was doing something correctly. Until Luke walks over, probably to criticize everything.