Angel With A Shotgun. [ Carl Grimes ]

~*Sobs at 12*~

Chapter Five : Sobs at 12

Laedi's Point of View

7 dreadful days had passed ever since Emily officially joined the group. Her and Carl had been the closest pair of people here, while me and Beth ran at  second. Yesterday, Beth practiced her speech of how much she hated Em and sadly, since I am her best friend, she recited it to me all day. Don't get me wrong, I love Beth as a friend, but sometimes she can be a bit annoying. Anyway, the day started normally - well, I wouldn't exactly label it 'normal' because Em and Carl were just acting all loveydovey towards each other. 

I was erupted from my dreamless sleep by a sound downstairs. Bouncing awake, I realized the door to mine and Em's cell was slightly pushed open. Curiously, I hopped off the bed and lunged for my switch blade. The concrete ground felt cold and quite rough to my feet, prickling them at times. I tried my best to swing the door open without any noise... but sadly I just stretched the sound longer. "What was that?" I heard Emily ask frantically. The person she was talking to quieted down for a moment, probably thinking the perfect thing to say so she wouldn't be freaked out. "It was just the wind, Em." the person responded. I shouldn't really say 'the person' if I knew the person precisely by the tone of their voice. "Are you sh***** me?" I whispered to myself. It was Carl. And if you have known many Carl's in your life let me be a little bit more specific: Carl f****ng Grimes. That's who. 

Emily's Point of View (let's take a trip through this b****'s POV shall we?)

A small yelp echoed downstairs, causing me to bolt awake. In my mind I was secretly hoping and wishing that it was Carl so I can do my routine. It usually goes like this: I befriend them for a couple of days, just act all sweet towards them until you already know they trust you. And then, you have to slowly make your move until you're all alone with the guy and if you're a master at acting - which I am a whiz at - you would probably find it easy. Easier if you had a terrible childhood like mine. I was thrown food on by my own cousin, I didn't get anything I wanted because my parents always complained on how they were already working two jobs each day and how they keep babbling about how I have everything I need in life. Pft, liars. 

          Throwing on my boots, I exited the cell quietly - at least I attempted to - and saw that Carl accidentally bumped his foot on the cafeteria chair's leg. I threw him my best questioning look. "What are you doing here?" I asked, pretending to actually care what he was doing. He blushed at his embarrassment. "I-I was going out for a walk." he sputtered out. 

     "And you decided to bang your foot instead?" I smirked. (oh God, I just realized how wrong that sounded lol)

Carl merely laughed at his failure at controlling his blush; I swear, I can see right through him. "Well, it wasn't really part of the plan." he shrugged, looking down. "Hm," I walked over to the metal staircase and padding down them gracefully. "What was the plan, really?" I asked seductively. "Uh,  uh... well, I haven't really been thinking about what to say if anyone found me so..." he trailed off. Fumbling with his fingers, he bit on his lip. "If you weren't going to tell me anything about you, then I suggest I should be sleeping now." I crossed my hands over my chest like a very cocky secretary. "You practically know everything about me... I think it's your turn." he stated. 

     "There's nothing to talk about really," I said, leaning on the table. 

 "Come on," Carl groaned, "You must've had an interesting moment in your life somehow!" he flailed his arms around to expand his point. 

     "Ugh, fine." I rolled my eyes. "When I was younger, my dad was really strict of me. He always expected that I had high grades, graduate, go to university..." I trailed off for a dramatic effect. "But I wanted something different. I tried to talk it out with my mom but she that I was just going mental. I wanted to finish school - of course - but somehow they suspect me to live with them through the whole thing. They think I'll be this straight-A student with the nerdy glasses, ponytail and sweater. The girl that you'll find competing chess instead of hanging out with her friends on a Saturday night or something. I was never really given freedom, that's why people always avoided me. They thought I was weird since my parents still pick me up at school and kiss my cheek every time they drop me off at school. God, it was embarrassing." I covered my face.