These Shattered Remains (GE Series, Book One)

Sιхтeeɴ: Jeαloυѕy

Ryn

Without saying a word, her friend walked inside, closing the door behind them. He seemed to never be able to take a shower, so his blonde hair was dirty as usual. His hazel eyes held the same smiling look, but they were wider than normal. "Thank goodness I found you..." he put his hand on her shoulder, looking at her, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he saw that she was looking at him nervously.

"What?" he asked, taking his hand away and shoving it into his pocket, "Aren't you happy to see me?" Ryn looked at him incredulously, before she pulled his hand out of his pocket, sliding both of hers into his front pockets. She pulled out his knife, the serrated one that he always held. Everyone in the gang had one. He was known for the jagged-edged weapon, because he was the only one in the group that had one like it.

She waved it, "Why're you here, Andy?" she asked quietly, walking away from him, "I thought I made my position with the gang quite clear." She put the knife in the kitchen. Abby probably wouldn't find it there, and if she did, she probably wouldn't think too much of it because it looked like a kitchen knife anyway.

She hopped up onto the counter, waiting for an explanation. Andy stood in the doorway to the kitchen awkwardly. "I ran. After you left, Nico caused me hell for helping you escape. He threatened to kill me. I heard them talking about sending Blaze after you, so I knew where you were. I couldn't take it anymore. So, I ran after you. I'm not here to return you or anything. Why would I do something like that to you?"

Ryn crossed her arms, "This could be a set up. You could be being threatened, and you're here to pick me up." she hummed, biting on the end of Oliver's sleeve out of habit. Andy ran his hand through his unkempt hair, shaking his head, "Ryn, we've known each other for, what, 5 years. Name 1 times I let you down."

Ryn bit down harder on the end of the sleeve, not letting it go as she growled three words, "Midnight. Bank. Incident." Her eyes flicked up to Oliver as he walked in, shirtless, water dripping from his body as he ruffled his hair up, shaking moisture from it. He smiled at her as soon as his eyes met hers, before he noticed the other presence.

He quickly walked over to Ryn, gently pulled the sleeve end from her mouth and whispered in her ear, "What's he doing here? And, why're you giving him that look?" Ryn's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "What look?" she whispered back. Oliver pulled away to look her in the eye. "You don't know what you do to me when you... do the sleeve thing, especially in my jacket!"

Ryn crossed her arms, pouting, "I can do what I want. What's gotten into you?" She shoved her hands into her pockets, leaning against the cabinets. Her legs swung aimlessly as Oliver stood between them. Oliver's eyes darkened. His voice was very quiet as he answered, "You may not know this, Ryn, but I'm a very jealous person. I already feel like I don't deserve you, so when you look at other people like that..." one of his hands came up to press a thumb against one of the newer, but fading, hickeys on her neck, causing her to gasp softly.

A groan echoed from behind them, causing both of them to look over at him. He had his chin balanced on his arm, a bored expression across his face. "I'm still here," he announced, "And, as much as I'm enjoying the display, me and the alley-cat were having a discussion."

"Shit," Ryn thought to herself, her eyes darting up to Oliver, who was glaring at the other male, "Oliver's the only one who's ever called me that." she thought. But, Oliver didn't seem to make any moves as he jumped up onto the counter beside her, crossing his arms, "Alright. Please, continue, then." he waved a hand in his general direction.