Chapter 5
You're up?" I heard Bryce's voice in an unusual soft, caring tone.
I sat up fully trying to make him out in the dark. I let a smile escape my lips to show how much I appreciated him caring for once.
"Are you sure this time or are you going to faint again like always?"
I frowned. Well, that was definitely short lived. I looked around to barely see that we are back in the isolation cabin. My hands pressed behind me as I tried to scoot myself off the bed.
I heard a scuffle from behind me "Wait," Bryce said.
Me still not being able to see his face.
"What now?" I said half annoyed stopping.
"Don't move yet, your leg needs to relax for a while." I suddenly felt Bryce push me back to my original spot.
I looked over my shoulder to see him now staring. I smiled. Bryce cared about the condition of my leg...
"Lord knows that you'll wind up breaking it within the first two steps."
I clinched my teeth. "You know what-I'm tired of these jokes!" I yelled.
I saw him roll his eyes. "When you stop being accident prone and stop breaking or hurting things then I'll stop." Bryce shortly licked his lips.
"You mean like I hurt your nose, bloody boy?"
Bryce looked down at his nose and then back at me. "I could have let you die." He shrugged. "But," Bryce smirked. "I had rather suck on your thigh."
My eyes widened and I threw a pillow but in an abnormal flash he caught it, chucking it directly in my face. I fell backwards.
"Why are you so-so--mean?" I said in a quick breath.
Bryce let out a horsed laugh. An 'I can't believe this' laugh. "Why am I so MEAN?"
I tilted my head to the wall and curled slightly. "I believe I just SAID that."
"Why are you so mean? I never hit you yet you always punch or kick me!"
"Only because you--"
"I what? Deserve being stuck with you?"
"I'm stuck with YOU too!" I sat up. "I don't even want to be here-I was FORCED. F.O.R.C.E.D unlike you! All I ask for is "hey, I want a summer filled with my laptop" but NO I get stuck here with all of these happy go lucky people and THEN my phone dies!"
I huffed looking at him for a reaction-practically begging for sympathy.
"Get over it."
Now, I could have done anything. Chucked a pillow...threw a shoes or even had a smart remark. But something in me didn't allow me to. Like I...like he was telling the truth. I took a brief look at Bryce before turning to the wall again.
Perhaps I DID need to get over it...I mean after all, I am struck out here. I'm NOT going home.
We took a ten-minute moment of silence. As we sat there with nothing to say... it seemed as If we were saying things but unspoken. Like mind to mind... like we understood each other more than we thought.
"Where are you from?" I asked in a quick breath. I had hoped Bryce would listen and respond.
He cleared his throat. "Miami"
I sat up. "Why-would you want to leave THERE to come HERE?!"
I could see Bryce more now. And I saw that he was sitting in a chair across the room with his arms folded looking to the ground.
The moon lit up the cabin now.
And when he looked up at me I could see his green eyes but just barely. I smiled on the inside not realizing how beautiful his eyes were before.
"I didn't want to come here. I was forced like you. So don't think that you're the only person in this alone."
I adjusted to the bed.
"How's Miami? It must be so much fun to hang with your friends in Miami!" I said getting super excited.
"I don't make friends. I don't even talk to people. The only friend I have lives... somewhere else."
I blinked. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't feel sorry for me. I don't want friends. Not the people I live around anyway. Like you've said, I'm some gothic freak-which I'm not gothic by the way--and you along with everyone else are quick to pass that judgment."
I felt like crap. This happened to me whenever I was quick to pass judgment. Bryce wasn't 'as' bad as I had thought on the bus. In fact, he wasn't a freak at all. Just... different.
"So," my voice lowered. "What do you think of me?--- you know in an, um... personality way?"
Bryce gave me a harsh look.
"Well, my first thought was. 'Spoiled whiny high-pitched girl who doesn't know who to shut up'."
I frowned a little knowing that I deserve it.
"But," A smile escaped the right side over his mouth. "Now I view you as an misunderstood girl who just wants to go home...and doesn't know how to shut up."
I started to laugh.
"And you're the silent truthful gorgeous green eyed guy who just wants things over with. You're not a freak by the way I'm sorry I said that."
Bryce suddenly lowered his brows. I looked from side to side. He smiled.
"What?" I said.
"You like my eyes?" Bryce did a chuckle.
My eyes widened. "I didn't say that." I said more confused now.
But Bryce nodded. "Um, yes you did."
I frowned. "Oh well, I didn't mean to."
Bryce stood stretching. "Sure you didn't..." He sighed walking to the bed, dragging a chair. He turned it and sat down, resting his chin against the top of the back.
"So, where are you from?"
"California," I said shortly.
"Ah, earthquake state, no wonder you are so clumsy," he said amused.
I narrowed my eyes at him, but he went on.
"So do YOU have friends that you hang around with?"
"Nope, the only friend I have is my laptop and my ex best friend that I destroyed was my cell phone," I chuckled.
Bryce raised his eyebrows?
"Have you ever had a date?" he asked suddenly.
I lowered my head, "No."
I looked at Bryce and he was staring at me intenstly.
I sighed, "Are you a vampire?" I blurted out.
His eyes flashed and he gaze became guarded and piercing.
"Yeah," he said stiffly.
