The Trainee

Chapter Four

Samson's POV

"Samson for the last time I am not giving you anyone's files!"

"But Bodt!" I had come down to the administrative building to try and pull [f/n]'s file. Only now, Marco Bodt didn't want to hand it over. During our discussion (argument) my cousin, Mikasa walked by.

"Hey cousin." I say sliding my arm around her.

Mikasa wasn't amused. "What do you need Samson?"

Wow harsh. "Can't a dude come in and say hi to his favorite cousin?" I ask pretending to be innocent.

Kasa wasn't buying it. "I'm your only cousin. What do you need?"

Before I can say anything, Marco busted me. "He wants the file of a trainee so that he could learn more about them."

"Did you try talking to them?" She asked putting a file away.

"Of course I did." I complain. "She just doesn't talk back."

"Well it shows she has a sense of self preservation." Marco mumbled under his breath. I cut him a look.

"Please guys!" I was border line begging here.

'Kasa rolled her eyes and looked at Marco. "We'll make a deal with you. You go talk to her. Get what information you can. If that doesn't work, we'll give you the file."

My face lit up while Marco's turned red.

"Really?!" Marco and I said simultaneously.

Marco pulled her to the side."Mikasa!" He can't whisper in the slightest. "We can't just give peoples info out like that."

She whispered something to him in response and he cooled slightly.

"Fine." He said putting his hands in the air as a surrender. "But this will be on your head if word gets out."

I say my goodbyes and go think up a plan. I decide to go to the library and look at some books on human communication. (Totally not avoiding chores again. What?! I would never.) I wander through the aisles calling out book titles as I see them. Looking around the library in a more than bored fashion, my eyes fall on a familiar down turned head of [hair color/texture] hair. [f/n] was at a table copying something. I make my way over and sit in front of her.

"Samson!" She gasped as my entrance caused some papers to scatter.

"Oh [f/n]. Fancy meeting you here." I try my best smile but she just looks at me. "So we're still not going to speak?"

"I don't know what you want me to say." She mumbled as she reorganized her things.

I shrug and try to peek at what she was writing. "What are you working on?" I finally ask when I can't figure it out.

"A paper." [f/n] mumbled with slight hesitation.

"Ooh! On what?" I love research papers. Not writing them of course but researching is always fun. She sighs at me and pushes some stray hairs out of her face.

"Samson," she begins. "You seem like a nice guy. You probably have a lot of friends. Why are you trying to hang out with me?"

"I just want to get to know you." I shrug. "You seem nice too."

"Samson please," she looked tired. Like she had dent slept in the past few days. "Thank you for your help but I would like to be left alone."

"Was it Leigh?" I ask hoping it would ease the tension. "It was Leigh wasn't it? That bitch." I look at her hoping to get a laugh but she just looks down. "Look. You just look like you could use a friend. Would you mind if I was your friend?"

[f/n]'s (eye color) eyes snapped up at me. She didn't look mad but it was more of a shock. She began to say something but I beat her to it. "Even if you say no, I'm going to be the best friend you've ever had." She looked around clearly tired of fighting and sighed.

"You know what?" [f/n] said pushing her books to the side. "Fine. You do what you want but don't say I didn't warn you." Before I could respond a trainee kid came up to her.

"[f/n]! I was looking for you." The stranger said slightly out of breath. "You said you would help me study."

"I was waiting James. I said to meet in the library." [f/n] turned to face the new arrival. I took this moment to slip away from the conversation.