Flawed Genetics

Chapter Two

"Hello?" I snap back into realization only to have a hand waving inches from my face, making me both irritated and dizzy.

I slap it away and say, "Get this out of my face!" I glance down at myself, noticing that I'm still standing on top of one of the toilets, and now confined in a small space with Jordan. "Wanna let me out?"

His gray eyes fill with amusement and he steps out of the stall, giving me room to jump off the toilet seat and finally get out of the stall.

"So, I believe you owe me a thank you," Jordan says, smiling.

I stare at him, taking in his interesting features. His eyes are a gray, or maybe a really dull blue. His cheekbones are seemingly perfect. He might have the genes of a model as well for all I could have guessed. He's wearing the normal EF uniform. Black collared shirt with a gray vest, with the optional tie, though it has to be a solid color, Jordan has decided a sharp silver tie, along with black dress pants and black dress shoes. But it's his hair that's the most odd. It's a silvery black. Bits of black in the silver that make it ever so beautiful. It ends just above his eyebrows and looks so smooth and silky that I almost want to run my hands‒

No!

What the heck am I thinking? Stop it!

"Thanks, Jordan. I mean, that professor would have grilled me! Thanks so much," Jordan uses a high pitched voice that sounds nothing like mine, then switches to his own low, deep voice. "Why of course, Miss‒"

"You lied to Professor James." It escapes my mouth before I can pull it back under my tongue.

Jordan smiles and I swear, I might need sunglasses, they're so clean! "Yeah, so?"

"You're MF. You have to obey orders, to tell your superiors the truth, it's in your genes, and you lied to Professor James."

Jordan laughs, he gives me a look that basically says, oh you silly little girl, and I kind of want to slap it off his freaking perfect face! "That's just a rumor, a nonsensical one, really. We don't have to obey all orders, though if we did, our generals would have much easier jobs."

I feel my face blush and I suddenly really want to get out of this bathroom, though then again, it is the boy's room, so it smells like too much sweat masked by strong cologne. "Oh." I look past Jordan, toward the door, though what if I open it and run into Professor? Then Jordan gets into trouble, and I get expelled.

Jordan steps to his right, blocking the view of my escape and sends me another magical smile. "So, you never told me your name. I mean, since you refuse to thank me for your rescue, I figure that you owe me a name."

I roll my eyes. "Rescue me? You obviously don't know Professor James. He's as dumb as a brick, I mean, he believed you as you stood in the doorway of this bathroom like a guard. I could have handled him, myself easily."

He nods. "Okay, if you say so."

I smile, though it's fake. "Great, so if you'd just excuse me, I'll be going." I try to sidestep him, but he just steps in front of me, blocking my escape yet again. "Really?"

He smiles, not at all fake. "Really. I still haven't gotten a name."

"Maybe I don't want to give you my name," I try again to pass him, only to almost bump chests with him.

"Well, you aren't going to leave here until I get a name, you can even make one up, but I will find it out eventually. Maybe I'll ask Professor James? He seemed like a swell guy," Jordan steps back and leans against the door, looking as if he is on a California beach soaking up the sun. "So, name?"

I give an exasperated sigh, really not wanting to give him a name, but I really can't stand this stupid bathroom! I open my mouth, ready to say my name before I see a solution. "Khloe Mullan." Khloe won't mind that I used her name. "Mother genes."

Mother genes are when you are specifically made to reproduce. Most females are made with this gene, and when you are made for this, you're usually unbelievably beautiful, irresistible. Made with perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect teeth. Khloe has the gene, and she is blessed with stunning bright green eyes, perfect skin with just the right amount of freckles and angelic strawberry blonde hair.

So basically she's the opposite of me.

I have the strong legs of a hiker, hands that could be considered a young teen boy's hands, great for holding a hatchet or hawling kindling. Sure, my figure can be considered skinny, but it's more muscle than anything. The most effective thing on my body, are my eyes. They've been described, by Khloe, as a striking blue. Her words, not mine. And I do not have the perfect amount of freckles, they're just in random spots all over my face, and arms.

Jordan smiles, though by reading his eyes, I can tell that he knows I'm lying. But, just as he said, he steps aside, allowing me to pass him.

I open the door, take a quick glance in either direction in case of any Professor Alerts, and when I know it's clear, I start down the hall, toward the exit door that the janitors use.

"Goodbye, whatever your name is!" Jordan yells after me. I quicken my pace as he says, "I hope to see you again."

I hit the heavy exit door, shoving it open and change into a full blown sprint as I run back home, away from the jailhouse of the EF and away from the awkwardness that is Jordan Whitefield.