The Chosen.

Food Fight

"Hey lovers" Mia says as her and Zeke sit next to Tom and i at the dinner table.

"Hey... Love bugs." i say taking a bite of my french fry while looking up at Tom.

Tom and i completely lose it, our laughs bellow and echo throughout the cafeteria.

"Hey!! Stop!! It's cute!!" Mia furrows her brows.

"Yes very cute." I give in to her. Her expression softens.

"At least she doesn't want me to hurt her while we have sex." Zeke mutters angrily.

My jaw hits the floor. Tom cups his mouth to stifle a chuckle. I throw the french fry in my hand at Zeke, the ketchup that coats it causes it to stick right in the middle of his forehead.

I throw my head back in a cackle. With a smile he pulls the french fry from his forehead.

"Oh you shouldn't have done that." He says picking up a handful of mashed potatoes and flinging it at me.

Mia squeals as some of the gravy goes flying into her long blonde hair.

"FOOD FIGHT!" screams Tom as he stands from the table, grabbing his tray.

Before i even knew it, the entire room lay in disarray. Once there was no food left for us to throw, we all stood around enjoying the masterpiece of work.

Tom throws his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in for a kiss. As his tongue travels against mine i can taste Mias strawberry milkshake that is still splattered across his face.

"I love you." he whispers, breaking our kiss.

"I love you more." i smile softly.

"Alright we should probably clean this up before someone gets pissed at us." Mia giggles.

"You two pick shit up while we go get stuff to clean." I point at the boys, my tone very serious because i know they will try to weasel their way out of cleaning.

Mia and i giggle down the hallway recalling moments of food flying in the air and the our faces as we got smashed with our dinners.

"Yeah i tasted your strawberry milkshake all over Tom" I giggle girlishly.

"Ugh i felt so bad, it's ALL in his-" We scream in unison as Mia opens the janitor closet door. My breath calms as i see a familiar face but speeds up again once i realize who he's with.

Bill tugs his shirt back down while smoothing out his long black hair. Valerie wipes her mouth pushing Bills body off of hers as they lean against the wall. Thank god they're both still fully clothed, though i couldn't tell you for how much longer that would have lasted.

"Shit you guys scared us!" Valerie exclaims but the rest of us stay completely silent. I suck a deep breath in as i take in the sight in front of me. My eyes finally meet Bills. His gaze is coated thickly with regret.

I feel the tears beginning to brim my eyes so i dash towards our rooms.

"June wait!" Bill calls out behind me but i refuse to slow down.

My world feels as if it's closing in on me. My breath gets harder and harder to maintain as i gasp and heave. Why does it feel like such betrayal to see Bill with someone? He's not even mine for fucks sake.

"June i'm going to break the fucking door down if you don't open it." Bill says on the other side of the bathroom door i sit leaning against.

"Alright... one. two." i hear him take in a big breath and a few steps back from the door. Reluctantly i stand and turn the knob. "Three" he comes rushing but instead of breaking down the door he just flies through the empty door frame.

He quickly falls into a heap on the bathroom tile, groaning and grasping his head. "Ugh, why did you do that?"

"Didn't want you to break the door." i shrug, trying to suppress a smile.

"Honestly i don't think i could have if there was actually a door there." he admits.

"Oh, i know." i smile softly.

He shoves my shoulder and manages a chuckle that aches me to my bones. I think he senses the shift in my demeanor, it would be hard not to.

"I'm sorry i cried it just ... hurt. I don't know. it's stupid." i shrug my shoulders. i can't expect him to understand after all. He has no memory of how insatiable our love was for one another.

He sighs, leaning his head to the side he watches me closely. "That's how i feel when i see you with my brother." he confesses.

My body tenses up hearing him say those words. I just assumed because he had no memory, he wouldn't hurt for me like i do for him.

"I'm sorry i didn't-" i trail off unable to finish the rest of my sentence.

"It's okay. I understand." He says while nodding. His lips are pursed firmly as he tries his best to suppress arising emotions.

"Can i tell you something?" he asks, scooting closer to me.

"Yeah." i look up at his wonderfully beautiful face.

"I may not remember anything but i know for a fact i loved you with all my heart. And i still do." he whispers, placing his soft lips against my temple.