Deserted

Deserted - Chapter Two

“I never thought oatmeal and raisin would become my breakfast food.” Kyle said as he scoffed mouthful after mouthful of the bland meal into his gob. Molly rolled her eyes, eating hers more carefully. Her gut feelings had kept her awake most of the night, and when she had eventually fallen to sleep another girl woke her, telling her it was her turn to sit on look out duty.

“You were always more of a bacon and scrambled eggs kind of guy.”

“You can talk miss pancakes with jam.”

“Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it.”

Kyle grinned, and glanced over her shoulder. Aaron was approaching their table, and he slid in beside her. Molly kept her eyes down on her half empty plate, feeling suddenly self conscious, which was stupid because he'd been her without a hint of make up on for a year now. But still, the brunette's who had turned up, who's names were Whitney and Rory, were the kind that made you feel as though your looks were nothing compared to them.

“So,” Kyle said slowly, “what's the new girl like?”

Aaron shrugged. “She's nice. Really nice.”

“I bet,” Molly mumbled, but the other two didn't hear. Thankfully.

“Hey, Molly, you know how me and you are scheduled for the pick up of food this afternoon?” Aaron asked her, and she nodded. “Whitney's going to come along, Conor asked me to keep an eye on her.”

“Of course he did.” She muttered again, Kyle glancing at her questioningly.

“Do you have a problem with her coming?” Aaron asked, and Molly sighed as his eyes bore into hers. How could she say, in the most polite way possible, yes I do because my gut is pretty much making me throw up this dodgy feeling about her. No, no way was she saying that. Instead, Molly did what she was good at, keeping the peace even if it meant unhappiness for her.

“No. She can come.” Molly tried a smile, and Aaron grinned one of his rare, full out grins. And Molly almost sighed at it.

He jumped up from the table, running over to where Whitney was sitting and from the way her face lit up, Molly took it she was about as excited as she were dreading it.

“Molly, you're doing it again. The face.”

“Wh-oh sorry.” She mumbled, finishing her plate and carrying it over to one of the many tubs filled with water and soap. Washing her plate and drying it, she stored it away and went in search for something to do because while one of the things that bothered her about Whitney sat okay with her, the jealousy did not. So what if Aaron found her attractive, who wouldn't? She had only been here a day and was already sitting with a lot of the guys.

Aaron had also just turned 18. He was older, why would he bother with a girl like herself, Molly thought numbly. It's not like he'd ever shown her much attention to begin with. Sure, the past year they'd grown close, but it was hard not to in a place like that.

Molly caught sight of some of the other girls patching clothes and walked over to help. Madison, the red head how was on the cheer leading team with Molly before the virus spread handed her a t shirt and smiled gratefully.