𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 (𝟏)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟖

"So, What's your name?" Jack speaks, walking beside me. I'm confused for a second and even look around to see who he's talking to before I realize it's me. "Uh.. Isadora." I replied..

He smiles. "I'm Jack." He tells me. I already knew that-- I respond with a dry hum, carefully stepping over sticks and fallen branches. "You have aquakinesis, correct?" I don't know how to respond, so I just hum, again.

Celina peers over her shoulder, her piercing eyes squinted with an eyebrow arched. It's not me she's looking at though. No, It's the brown haired boy beside me. Feeling very confused and timid of the boy beside me, I stay silent hoping he'll get the hint.

"I have the ability to put up shields up to a twelve foot radius." He tells me, Not taking the hint. I force a smile onto my face. "Cool.." A tinge of guilt seeps in me:

I feel bad for being uninterested due to the horrible traits Abigail has told me he has, currently seeing none of said traits.

So I decide to attempt and conversate with him. Only, not even five minutes later I haven't even had the chance to say a word as Jack begins telling me all about his life, what he likes, what he doesn't like, His hatred for Abigail. I haven't even had the chance to say anything about myself, let alone talk.

It's not until Celina snorts, turning herself to face us while waking backwards down the path. "I don't think she cares." She says, crossing her arms. I look to my side and Jack is furrowing his brows, frowning. "What?"

Celina rolls her eyes, glimpsing behind her shoulder. "What are you doing?"

He shrugs. "I don't know? I wanted to start up a conversation."

She snorts. "I don't think she wants to talk to you, though."

Jack now looks offended.. "How do you know, You aren't her." He grimaces. Oh God.

"I think that if she wanted to talk she'd use her words."

"She hasn't even had the chance yet!"

"Maybe because you've already started to talk about yourself."

I find myself looking between the two as they go back and forth. Celina seems completely unphased by this heated conversation while Jack seems to be taking it personal, annoyance and frustration is evident on his face and tone of voice.

Feeling the need to cool down said heated conversation, I attempt to interrupt. "Guys—" It's no use because my voice just gets lost in the midst of theirs. I look around, anxiety beading my skin.

"Guys," I try again, and fail.

"Dude, Give up." She groans. He furrows his brows. "What—give what up?"

"It's not happening." He now looks just as confused as me. "What?"

She sighs, rubbing her temples. "She's not on the market—she's already been fished—God, she's not available!" She snaps, I look between the two, his cheeks turn pink. Now I'm just confused.