Lesser: Book One of The Order Trilogy [Nanowrimo13] [Wattpad Prize 14]

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

The moon was hidden behind thick dark rolling clouds enveloping the sky in black, gray, and yellow. The city was quiet, dim with yellow lights highlighting Ariella's silhouette as she walked up to Blake. Her blue summer dress with crystal and silver embellishments; swaying at her knees with each step, the cool end of summer breeze blow her hair touching the v back exposing her shoulder blades. This was by far the most expensive and beautiful dress she has warn in this adventure. She loved the feel of the warm, and soft fabric; she loved this dress completely.

Blake's hair was a bit messy like he had been roaming his fingers through it again and again. He wore a purple shirt, with gray slacks; plain and simple; yet when she saw him her heart stopped for one second.

He didn't give her his smile when he saw her; he just looked back at the fountain, swollowing the lump in his throat.

Ariella sat on the edge of the fountain; the water trickling into the fountain only sound between them. She looked up at him; his face was serious, dark. He looked down at her; she quickly looked down at her feet.

"Have you been eating?" He asked, examining her smaller frame. How could she get this way in a week?

"Mrs. Biya's been harsh with our rations." She didn't say it bitterly, just a fact.

"Do you want to eat?" He said, suddenly protective.

He knew Mrs. Biya; he had never liked her but he could never do anything about how she treated her Lessers. She was rude and disrespectful, he remembered Deyes saying something about her making them skip meals for spite. How could you do that when it was their rightful earned rations given by the Government? Blake was raised to treat them as nicely as possible; they were the ones handling his food, they could do anything to him.

Ariella hesitated, but accepted with the hollow feeling in her stomach.

They walked slowly side by side, not touching and not speaking.

Once in the restaurant they sat down, and Blake put in an order for her; knowing by the look in her eyes she didn't know what would be good.

"I got you a beef burger if that's okay, and smoothie."

She smiled, slightly. "Thank you. It sounds great."

He looked around, the restaurant was empty around them; most people were on the other side, watching some game.

"Ariella; tell me, who are you?"

Ariella swallowed. "I'm Generation H, number 5737. I was born here in Westerson from what it said in my records."

He gaped a little. "You saw your records?"

"I wasn't supposed to but I had to find something."

"What's that?" He asked, curiously.

She gave him a grim look. "My name."

"Why?" It was only a name, why would you risk yourself for that?

Ariella looked at him for a very long time; she had never told anyone why she wanted her name so badly that she actually broke a law to find it. Chav never asked her, knowing she had her reasons just like he did.

"So, one day if I ever meet my parents by chance..." She paused, biting her lip. "They'll know it's me."

Blake looked down at his fingers. "Do you know your last name?"

Ariella shook her head. "They keep that information separately; that and my parent's identity."

Blake nodded. "So, you were born here?"