Intentional Killer - Book 2 In The Jessie Series

Chapter 4: Don't Touch Me

Janson led us all down a bright white hall. It was very odd after the loud dark construction hall way before the sliding door. It was like walking into the future. It was an unsettling feeling. My jumpy nerves felt ever worse. I was so uptight and tense every muscle hurt, along with a pounding headache from having it smacked twice I was getting an awful tension headache.  

The bright harsh lights weren't helping the pounding. Our group of dirty, sweaty bloody food cacked group looked very out of place in this clean stark hall. Janson lead us down another hall, that looked the same as the last hall. He finally came to a stop half way down the hall. 

"Alright Gentlemen, your showers are on the left and ladies, yours is here on the right." Janson said with a smile that made my skin crawl. 

Minho stiffened beside me and slid closer. Winston did the same thing, I saw Thomas, Jeff and Clint do the same beside Teresa. Apparently Janson also noticed the reluctance, because he frowned, but his eyes flicked around in amusement. He made a tutting noise of disapproval with his tongue. 

"Now, boys, do you think it would be appropriate to let the girls shower with you?" 

"Wouldn't be the first time." Minho piped up, with a smirk. I heard Winston snigger, "Oh we remember." He muttered. I elbowed him 

Janson's beady eyes flicked to him and then slid to me and I swear I saw a smirk on his twitchy face. I narrowed my eyes.

"We have lived, and fought with these guys. I trust them more than you, even Dug."

"Umm...thank you?" Dug said, confused. 

"You don't trust me my dear?"

"Fuck no. I know nothing about you." 

"But we did rescue you from WICKED."

"So you say." I crossed my arms glaring at him.  "Still know nothing about you." 

Newt turned around towards me, "Jess. It's just a shower...and you can fight better then anyone here, I'm sure you'll be fine, Love."

"Not the point Newt." 

He huffed, "It'll be fine." 

"Something isn't right." I growled. 

"You're just being paranoid." 

"Don't even fucken start with me Newt, I have every reason to be paranoid." 

He threw his hands into the air and huffed as he turned back around. 

"Newt slim it man. I'm going to go, I just don't trust them and need to make a point." 

"Dramatic you mean. You need to be dramatic first." 

"Yes Winnie, I am a girl, and I do enjoy being dramatic every now and then."  I smirked at him. 

Minho leaned over and kissed my temple, and then whispered, "I'd have preferred a shower with you." 

My stomach backflipped and I smirked. I winked at him but then turned towards the girls locker room, stormed over to the door and threw it open. Teresa was hot on my heels. The door closed behind us and we looked around, my eyes sweeping the room. Teresa slowly walked towards the bench in the middle of the room, sitting in neat piles were towels, clean clothes and brand new toiletries. Teresa went to take her dirty shirt off when I called for her to stop. She froze and looked around at me.

"What?" She asked, her big blue eyes wide.

"Somethings off. Just wait." I whispered. I slid along the wall to the back corner where the lockers were lined up beside the row of sinks and mirrors. I had my back pressed against the wall as I slowly scanned the walls and the corners by the ceiling. I narrowed my eyes. I climbed up the side of the locker, reaching out to the corner.