Chapter 5:
At first, he was just another drifter our group had picked up. But after a week of training with him, I saw he was for real. Sometime in his life, someone had trained him well; the way his body moved fluidly in every move was enough to give me butterflies.
The day after Jonathan's phone call, I asked his name.
"Demetry.", he replied. He didn't ask me what my name was, but for some reason I really wanted him to know.
"Jessica", I blurted out. His eyebrow shot up, and I couldn't tell if he was intrigued or annoyed by my outburst. Hopefully the former.
"Well hello, Jessica."
Blushing, I said, "Um.. hey."
And then he turned and walked out.
That night I was so tired and sore from training and embarrassed by the way I had acted around Demetry, I forgot to search for a way to London. I couldn't make my mind conceive the concept of movement, so I just sat staring at the wall of my dumpster. I blanked out, thinking of nothing but that wall and my breathing. I stayed that way for way seemed like a small infinity, breaking only because of someone approaching.
People just don't approach my alley home; they know better. So I hid behind my dumpster to see who was violating my spot. A silhouette of a young man came into my view, but his identity was completely hidden in shadows. Whoever this guy was, he knew how to stay hidden. He began to walk towards my hiding place; as he got closer, I tensed up, ready to spring on him as a surprise attack. But he stopped just out of reach, finding what he apparently wanted: my letters from Tessa.
