The Academy

Chapter 3: Warski Sam Warski

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Chapter 3: Warski, Sam Warski

"Ugh! Why, of all the people to catch me in the washroom did it have to be you? Never mind, don't answer that. Let's just go to your room. Where is it?"

He told me and I started to lead the way. I shit you not, fifteen seconds after we exited the men's room, we heard a stern voice.

"And just what are you doing here, Miss Ashwood?"

"Ah, good morning, Mrs Hodgson. How are you this fine day? And it's Lumineer Ashwood, m'am." I don't like Mrs Hodgson and she doesn't like me. It always has been like that and it always will be.

"Yes, yes, Lumineer Ashwood. Answer my question," she says, placing way to much emphasis on the 'Lumineer'.

"Well, m'am, I'm showing Sub-Agent Warski to his room. I found him, lost in the North Wing."

"Is this true, Sub-Agent?" She asks, addressing him.

"Yes, m'am. I got separated from my group." He replies. Wow, he's a good liar. I hope he never uses his powers on me. I'd be completely fooled, like Mrs Hodgeson.

"Oh. Well ok then, dear." Of course she likes him. "Just one last question. Lumineer Ashwood, why were you in the North Wing in the first place?"

"Well, m'am. I woke up early because of a, uh, dream. Yeah, a dream."

"A dream?"

"Yes, a dream. In this dream, there was a hamster-"

"A hamster, Lumineer Ashwood?"

"Yeah, a hamster. I dreamt it was lost in the North Wing, and that there was a hedgehog after it. I just had to come and see if it was alright. But, lo and behold, I found him instead of a cute hamster, and decided to to a good deed. I couldn't just leave him there. He'd starve!"

Mrs Hodgson looks doubtful. I need to back my story up. But how?

"It's true, m'am. I asked her the same question and she gave the same answer," Warski jumps in. Thank god. I was about to panic.

"Yes, it is and unless there is something of actual importance you need to discuss with me, Mrs Hodgson, I must insist that Sub-Agent Wolski and I leave, seeing as I have somewhere to be." I say abruptly. We need to get a move on. She nods and I storm off, pulling Warski behind me.

"Jesus, woman. Slow down!" He exclaims.

"I can't, it's 07:12, I need to be there in 3 minutes," I reply irritably.

"Be where?"

"There. Oh, good. We're here. Go get my bra so I can leave." I usher him to the room with "WARSKI AND JAMES" printed on the door. "Hurry up!"

He opens the door, walks in and I hear him speaking to James. Thirty seconds later, he comes out with a victorious expression on his face, holding the bra above his head like a trophy. "Got it. Wow, Derek wasn't exaggerating," he says, looking at it, "You are a 36C." We go through the routine of me glaring and him smirking, but I cut it short.

"Who's Derek?"

"Derek is James's first name."

"Oh. Well, I have to go. Bye, Warski." I turn around and sprint to my dorm. It's only a couple of corridors over. He follows, speaking casually as he keeps up.

"Not so fast. I still have questions for you. Why were you naked, in the men's room? Where to you have to be at 07:15? Why is it 'Lumineer' instead of Miss?..." He carries on until we reach my room. I place my hand on the doorknob and it beeps as it registers my finger prints. Maybe I can lock him out? No, that won't work. If someone sees him, I'll be in deep shit. I open the door and usher him in. I shut the door behind me as I walk in.

"Close your eyes," I instruct. He does and I put my back to him, unzip my jacket, take off my shirt, move my hair over my shoulder and struggle to put on my bra. My side hurts quite a bit, and I'm not sure why.

He must hear me struggle, because he suddenly says, "Need help?"

"No, I'm fine." Yes, I need help.

"Don't be silly." I hear him moving behind me and next thing I know, he's taken the clips from me and is doing up my bra. His hands are warm. He places one gently on my side, the one that hurts. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" I ask. I try to see, but I can't. I move to stand by the mirror. "Shit. That bastard." I have a huge bruise running from mid-ribs to my hips. It spans over about half of my back.

"Who did this? How did it happen?" He asks, a hint of anger in his voice. Why is he angry?

I explain to him about sneaking out to see my friend, leaving out the detail of how often I do it. I tell him about the attempted mugging and the man who pushed me down. He looks quite angry about that part. When I mentioned the 'He has plans for you' bit, I saw a spark of recognition in his eyes. What's that about? I wonder.

"Oh my god, look at me. Sitting in my bra in front of a man who's name I don't even know, telling him about my problems, going all Glee on him. Sorry," I end my story off with.

"Don't apologize, I don't mind. I'm actually enjoying this." I slap his arm. "Oi, I'm kidding. Not really, but still. I don't know your name either."

"It's Ashwood. Kyra, actually, but everyone calls me Ashwood."

"Well, Ashwood. I'm Warski, Sam Warski."

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Hey, readers. Thanks for reading this and sorry that this is such a short chapter. The next one will be long, I promise.

So, what do you think of sweet Sam? What's with his reactions to Kyra's story?

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