Trespassing | ongoing

Chapter 20. Nicknames

Chapter 20. Nicknames

"You live in the hatch? You?" Everett scoffs.

"Wait how do you already know about--"

"We've been here before," I explain.

Evan glances between the two of us, then clears his throat. The moment of silence gives me a chance to have a look around. The hatch looks about the same as last time we were here, yet there are a few small changes. The hatch door, for one, is more flimsy than the last time since he had blown it up with a grenade, supposedly. According to Everett, there were several papers everywhere, yet now there is none to be found.

"You guys look tired, why don't you get some rest. Follow me,"

We are led to a backroom where a single bed lays, along with a chair in the corner of the room.

"Where are you going to sleep?" I inquire.

"Don't worry about me, cupcake, I have another room," Evan winks and I cringe, not totally for a murderer hitting on me.

"How long have you been out here, Evan? Why didn't you leave? God, the whole reason I am out here is so that you could leave undetected," Everett snarls.

"We can talk more about it tomorrow. For now, we're safe. That's all that matters."

"Right..." I pitch in hesitantly.

"Fine. We're talking tomorrow though for sure, got it?" Everett claims.

"You got it, brother," Evan grins and does a two-finger salute mockingly.

Everett rolls his eyes, grabs my hand, and pulls us into the room we were shown. With the door slamming behind us, Everett lets out a relieved sigh. His thumb rubs over the top of my hand as we sit on the edge of the bed.

"I knew I recognized that hat he was wearing when we were up in the trees. I just didn't believe my brother would actually be stupid enough to be out here," he says.

I remain silent, feeling it best to support him with quietness.

"All right. I'll take the chair, you can have the bed," he announces and stands up.

"Hey, um..." I clear my throat, my ears perking up to the sound of rain outside.

"Yeah?"

"Could you... never mind," I mentally slap myself for my ridiculous behavior.

"Clover?" he urges me on.

"Could you take the bed with me?" I quickly blurt out and he smiles.

He strides over to the bed and we both climb under the blankets. My stomach has a cluster of butterflies suddenly and I bite on the inside of my cheek to calm my nerves. He takes off the jacket I gave him and throws it onto the chair beside us. In the swift moment where he is turned away, I take a small glance at his bare torso and observe his toned biceps and--

"Hey, my eyes are up here. You better not try anything funny, Clove. I am nobody's whore."

My face burns a crimson red and I can do nothing but stammer a stupid response.

He smirks and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm messing with you,"

"Yeah, yeah, right, I know, I wasn't--I mean I didn't, I wasn't looking you over, I was just glancing over and you--so I never... yeah," I chuckle nervously, letting out a small cough.

"Goodnight, Clover," he laughs and turns out the lights.

I cuddle deeper under the blankets and smile.