Chaos

Chapter Eleven

Chapter 11

Four times the quantity of...

If Carrie runs at 10mph and Bob runs...

What does the author of paragraph...

What fluid surrounds the lungs...

What are complimentary colors...

Who invented...

Who was the 26th president...

I threw the pen across the room in a fit of annoyance. At that exact moment, Logan decided to walk through the door. Dodging the pen, he held his hands up in mock surrender.

"I come in peace. I even brought lunch," he shook the hand with a brown bag.

"This is bullshit, you know that right?" I snatched the bag out of Logan's hands, not caring about political etitque. If I had to sit here and answer idoitic questions, then I was going to let everyone near me know how it made me feel. I pulled out a container of chicken fingers. Curling my feet underneath me, I dug into the food vigorously. Logan sat next to me. When he went to make a grab at a chicken finger, I growled. Sharing food was not one of my higher attributes.

Tension spiked. Logan's blue eyes harden, his alpha mojo flowing out into the room. Slowly he made another attempt for a chicken finger. His eyes silently dared me to growl again. We continued to stare and I was just about to break contact, when Kade slammed into the room, breaking the challenge and tension all at once.

"Yes?" Logan said.

"I'm just about ready to leave. I wanted to personally hand you the files you requested." Kade crossed the floor to drop a pile of envelopes into Logan's lap.

"Thanks, Kade. Have a safe trip." Kade flashed a smile and then disappeared out the door.

"Where's Kade going?"

"Nowhere important. A server crashed and he and Braden are going to see if they can salvage the piece of junk."

"If it's a piece of shit, then why not replace it?"

"Because, Samantha, money doesn't grow on trees. Now back to the reason the test is bullshit. If you don't know..." Logan paused and picked up a sheet of paper from the coffee table. "Who the 26th president-"

"Theodore Roosevelt. He was in office from 1901 to 1909. He became the president after the assassination of William McKinley. He's the youngest President in the nation's history."

Logan look stunned for a moment. Superior smugness bled into my eyes as I watched Logan. His eyes fell to the paper, scanning for a new question. "Who is John Tyler?"

"The 10th president of the United States. He was the first Vice President to become president by the death of his predecessor." I swallowed a large chunk of chicken. "1841 to 1845."

He flipped to a different page, scanning for a harder question. "Nitrogenous base that occurs in RNA, but not DNA?" Logan asked, wiping his hands on a napkin.

I sighed, "Uracil."

"Last one." I rolled my eyes as he located a question. "The Maya of Mesoamerica are best known for their achievements in...?"

"Math and astronomy." I plopped another chicken finger into my mouth. "Ya know," I said around a mouth full of chicken, "Just because I made a stupid decision when I was young, doesn't mean I am a stupid person." I brushed my hands on my denim-clad legs. Two hours ago, a mousy looking girl scampered in with a box full of my clothes. i had ransacked the box looking for my favorite faded lime green jeans. Finishing off my outfit, I twisted my hair into a creative messy bun and yanked a "Plain White T" band shirt over my head.