Hot Heels

Chapter 4

We found my dad and Magerette pretty quickly. There weren't a lot of people in there. Only a few family's. A couple people came in a few times to call names of people that were infected and who wasn't. There was a lot of crying.

Soon, there was only us and another family in there. A doctor walked in, and looked at the other family.

"All of you are fine, you may leave," he said.

The sighed in relief and left quickly.

"As for you, Magerette Bryewood and Rob Bryewood, come with me. You two can hang tight, they'll be someone to take you to your room," he smiled kindly at us.

Magerette hugged us, and so did my father. They told us they loved us, and followed the doctor out.

We were left in silence as we waited for the person to bring us to our rooms.

"Megan Bryewood and Allan Bryewood, right?" The guard asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

"I'll be taking you to your rooms," the guard said.

We followed him down a hallway, it looked like a hotel hall. There were doors on either side with numbers, and turns that went to other hallways with more rooms. We turned and headed down another hallway. He stopped Infront of a door. On the door was the number 1303. He handed me a key, and without saying anything else, left.

I unlocked the door, and headed into the room. Allan followed close behind. There was a bunk bed with brown blankets and white sheets with a pillow.

There was a closet, a dresser, a small bathroom, and a window. There was a counter with cabinets, a sink, and a small fridge next to it. There was a microwave and a small table with two chairs around it. There was still plenty of room to move around in, so the rooms seemed to be pretty big.

"I call top bunk!" Allan called as he scurried up the latter and plopped on the bed. I giggled at my brother's childish actions.

There was a knock at the door, and I opened it, wondering what anyone would need from us.

There was a boy around my age. He had short, light, brown hair, and crystal blue eyes. He had a sharp jaw, and a red plaid shirt that was un-buttoned, showing off a black tank top. He had faded blue jeans that had rips and tears in them. He had worn out black sneakers with white laces, with white soles. 

"Hey," He waved. I instantly realized who was standing in front of me. Sam Mearn, who used to go to my school a couple years back, and was transferred him to a private school.

All I really could do was wave back. I had no idea how to reply to this situation. I was completely shocked, I didn't think I was ever going to see him again. I had no idea why he left in the first place. Most people expected that his mom didn't like the school system, or that he just wanted to be away from the people in the school. No one suspected that he was being harassed or bullied, since he talked and got along with everyone nicely. 

I also realized something else, his voice sounded familiar. It was the same person that called me more than a few hours ago. It was funny, because I acted like it was a stranger, but it was actually an old friend. I don't know why, but I found it funny.

"Sorry for calling you out of the blue, thinking about it now, I must have seemed like a total creep. Like a stalker, or something like that," He chuckled awkwardly.

"How'd you get my phone number? I didn't even have a phone when you left." I was a little skeptical about the whole him not being a creep or a stalker or something like that thing.

"When they were getting my blood tested, I saw your name and number on the list, so I asked if I could see the list because I knew someone on there, and the guy gave me the list and I wrote down your number in my sketchbook while his back was turned away from me." He was still his sneaky self. 

"So, you still a thief or what?" I poked fun at him.

When he went to our school, he used to be able to steal things left and right. He'd wait for the right time, and then all of a sudden, he'd strike and take whatever he was after. He rarely kept what he took. He would tap the person's shoulder and make up an excuse, like "Oh, you must have dropped this," or "I was borrowing this for a quick second, sorry about not asking you first". I think the funniest thing was that his "victims" would buy it. Most of the time it was pens, pencils, erasers, and one occasion, a phone. 

"Kind of, I got this," He held up my charm bracelet.

"Alright, what the hell?" I was shocked.

"Earlier, when YOU were getting your blood tested, you had your back to your bag and your doctor was so busy on making sure that Allan didn't go off and taking your blood that she didn't realize me creep behind you to take this." He motioned towards my bracelet. 

"Are you sure about that stalker thing?" I asked, half joking, half serious.

"Maybe," I was locking my door that night. God, if you love me, please don't tell me he knows how to pick locks.

Without thinking, I blurted out, "Do you know how to pick locks?" Stupid fucking brain, I swear to God!

"Depends on the lock," well shit.

"What about these kinds of locks?" I pointed to the lock that was on my door.

"Yeah, but it'll take too much time to do." he shrugged.

Realizing that he was still standing out in the hallway as we were talking, "You want to come in?" 

"No, I'm good. Thanks, I just wanted to stop by and ask you if there's anything I could help you with," I nodded, and he turned to leave, but turned back around, "Oh and if you'd like to know, the showers are at the end of the main hall, if you follow the map at the end of this hall, you should find it."

"Sounds fun, see ya." he smiled and waved in response, and leaved. 

I turned around to see Allan standing right behind me. Maybe it was my brother that was the creep or stalker or something like that. 

"Get your things, we're going to go to the showers," I said.