Fibre Mortem: Rhesus Factor

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"Lively, a word in the hall, now?" Reese looks at me and his eyes are blazing with hate. I know I should feel something like embarrassment but I don't. He walked right into that snarky comment.

It's been like this for two weeks. I tried to tell him I wouldn't make this easy, and he just wouldn't listen. So, to retaliate, I've scared the shit out of him in front of everyone. I've classically stuck a "Kick Me" sign to his back and watched as the rest of the class laughed until he figured it out and today I've continually made snide remarks as he tries to teach us about important survival safety.

I know that I've pushed him past his breaking point because, usually, he feigns laughter and handles my outbursts as jokes. Not today. Today he looks like he's ready to scream anything and everything in the book at me and I'm ready to let him.

Standing out in the hallway, out of the conference room turned classroom's range of hearing, he turns sharply without warning and I smack right into his hard frame. "Do you have any idea how fucking pissed I am right now?"

"Judging by the vein in your neck and how red your face is, I'd say if you were anymore angry you'd pop." I snicker.

"Shut up Lively, You've done everything in your power to undermine me and I'm sick of the shit. Either straighten your ass up or I'm going to your dad. You're twenty-four years old for God's sake. Not twelve." He huffs out.

"Oh, I'm shaking in my tennis shoes. Really? My dad? What is he going to do Reese? I'm fucking with you because that's what I do and because I'm bored out of my damn mind. You're writing shit on a board and expecting us to be able to remember that if we find ourselves in a confrontation with a puss filled animated body. No one is going to give a rat's ass what's on that board. You know it, and I know it. So do us a favor and pass me already." I cross my arms, quite frankly, I'm done with my bullshitting too. I miss the lab, I miss the computer and more importantly I'm not any closer to working on a cure.

For a minute Reese just stands there, and all I can think is that for once, I've done the impossible. I've made Reese wordless. Until he runs his hands through is shaggy black hair and smiles. I know this smile. He's up to something and he knows that I know he is.

"Reese, whatever you're plotting, for the love of God do not do it." I say seriously.

This only makes his shit eating grin wider and he laughs, "Whatever you say, Liv. Whatever you say."

"I mean it. I don't want to clean up whatever mess you plan to make."

"Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours, there will be no messes to clean up, but I do have a plan. Get back inside, we've spent long enough out here, wouldn't want to give anyone the wrong impression." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

I wince and then shove him roughly, "Shut up. The only impression they're getting is probably of me choking you out."

I walk back inside and I do look around to make sure no one thinks the unthinkable, which it doesn't seem like they do, so I take my seat and we continue the rest of the class the way God intended. Me being a royal pain in Reese's ass.

Later that night I try to sneak into the lab but I'm met with Shane and Drake, my dad's other two goons, and they won't let me in. So, I have nothing better to do than to return to my room or wander aimlessly around the building.

There's not much to it really, it's all underground. Mostly it's rooms but there are few areas that were built for testing and research for emergencies just like the apocalypse. My dad has his own area set up, away from the rest of us, and I try to keep my distance. He tries to get close to me but I haven't forgiven him for mom and I probably never will. I know it's not his fault but she could have come with us, he could have put her out of her misery.