Stolen (Book 1 of the Greed series)

Chapter 6: Unexpected&Unwanted guest.

 

"Where did you get that?" I choked out quietly, leaning across the table. He slapped my hand away as I swiftly went in to snatch it from the pocket. 

"That's for you to find out." He eyed me. "My, you sure do change your moods quickly, don't you?" 

Noah tells the truth. Though I don't really change my moods, I'm just good at covering them up. So, the kids got intuition. Doubt you could take that to the bank anyway. "Whatever." I scoffed. Picking up the menu and flipping through it though I never took my eyes off of his jacket; casually swung over the seat next to him like there wasn't anything important about it. 

He laughed. "So, don't take this the wrong way, but when was the last time you showered?" I was about to go on the defensive, but realized I probably did look pretty disgusting. Raising my arm above my head I took a whiff and cringed. 

"Don't take this the wrong way," I smiled, putting my arm down. "But when was the last time you protected something important?" He smirked at me, raising his eyebrow. 

"I'm doing it now, aren't I?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Not very well." I sighed and noticed that I probably won't be able to go back to the room any time soon considering where Mark and I stand... "Noah, I know I just met you and everything-" He cut me off.

"If this is about food, yes, I'll pay--All you had to do was ask!" He laughed and I sent a glare raging his way. 

"No." I snapped. "I was going to ask if I could use your shower." He laughed at me and I sent him a disapproving look. 

"Well, in that case, sure." Now he winked at me. "Follow me." We got up from the table.

Now, normally, I wouldn't just follow a guy I barely just met back to his room to take a shower, but this time called for desperate measures. Not to mention he holds life in his pocket-literally. I mean, who knew that this confusing web of lies could become my normalcy? I scowled to myself as I looked down at my outfit; the same purple long sleeve shirt and black leggings. I bet I look great for a half-alive girl who hasn't bathed in a week. Yuck, I disgust myself. 

"Noah! I need to talk to you." A female voice yelled from a couple yards back, and even though it really isn't any of my business-but then again, I am technically with Noah right now- I spun around just in time to catch a very familiar grinning face. Though she may not have recognized me, I recognized her. What she's doing here, I've got no clue, but I don't want to see her. 

"Angelina, I'm busy." He scolded her and turned to me, handing me the room key. "Room 715, don't get lost." He winked and I grabbed his arm as he tried to turn around, bringing his head close to mine. 

"Give away the USB and you're as good as dead." I threatened with all seriousness in my eyes. If he gives it away, I will go out of my way personally to kill him; and this time, there won't be any evidence.

All he did was wink and give me a gentle push as I scoffed and strutted in the different direction, keeping careful attention on room 715 while still trying to listen in on their fading conversation. 

When I got to the room I managed to get a few words: Sister, hate, bored. The conversation was so choppy and short I couldn't catch most of it. Oh, well. I slid into the room slowly and cautiously, my guard flying up. I wasn’t about to get murdered then.

I checked out the room, breathing in the remnance of Lysol and other cleaning products. It was way too clean in there; the cleaning service must be great. 

Once I deemed it safe I looked for the bathroom and when I found it I studied myself in the mirror. I have no soap or shampoo was the first thing I thought of. Sighing in annoyance, I wondered if it would be rude if I went through the medicine cabinet to find some. Ah, hell, what do I care?