Seeker (Completed)

Dining Hall Drama

Chapter 2

I walk into the dining room and find myself met with a huge room that looked suspiciously similar to a regular high school cafeteria. The room has roughly thirty teens/kids in it, give or take a few. A long table is resting on a raised platform and sitting at it were about seven adults, amongst them sat the woman. The question: where the hell am I? Floated back into my head. I take in my surroundings, noticing there is a camera in every corner of the room and bars on every window. Damn, no escape here either. I slowly stride to the food counter to help myself to a chicken salad and a bottle of water. I then slide myself into the first empty table I see.

"Do you have a death wish or something?" I glance at the redheaded girl who said it. "What's the problem?" I ask, not really caring.

"That's Justin's seat. He is soooo not going to be happy."

"Well, if he has a problem he can take it up with me." I state confidently and turn my attention back to my meal. "Maybe I will." I hear an amused voice reach my ears. I lift my eyes to find the gorgeous green-eyed boy that attacked me at my house. My grip tightens on my knife, I really what to smash that pretty face of his. "Easy, Princess." Justin says with a small chuckle. He did NOT just call me that, maybe I should teach him a thing or two. "Oh, hi Justin! I was just telling the new kid that she was in your seat and..." Redhead begins to say and I dart my eyes back to her, I notice her eyes are a weird golden yellow colour. Very weird. " Thanks, Taylor. Bye!" Justin cuts her off. "Oh...OK bye." She says and glares daggers at me before she stalks off.

Justin takes the seat opposite me. "I'm Justin." He says and puts his hand out to me, I ignore it and roll my eyes. As if I didn't know his name after Taylor clearly stated it, "Got that." I reply in a bored voice.

"How are you finding your first day here, Princess?"

"Call me that one more time and I'll slit your throat!" I threaten, tossing him one of my glares. "Whoa! Aren't you a ray of sunshine." Justin laughs as I snap my head to see who spoke. A dirty blonde guy with sea blue eyes makes his way to sit by Justin. "Layla meet Zack." Justin says.

"So this is the famous Layla Winters." Zack breathes.

"How the hell do you guys know my name!?"

"Well-" Zack begins to say but I interrupt him.

"-And where the hell am I? Where is my family? I swear if they are hurt I will break every bone in your body! Why am I here? And for Gods sake, stop looking at me like that!" I snap. Both Zack and Justin are looking at me with a half-amused expression plastered on their faces.

"Well I know your name because Emma had me keep tabs on you over the last few weeks and trust me when I say it was hard to track you down." Justin says answering my first question. "I know I'm seriously irresistible and everything but to be honest stalking is not the best way to get a girl's attention." I say and Zack howls with laughter as Justin goes slightly red. I smile at my small triumph. "So who is this Emma?" I ask and Zack points to the woman sitting at the table on the raised platform. "Why did she want to track me down and keep tabs on me? Why was I brought here?" Zack and Justin start to look uncomfortable.

"Well she's going to find out sooner or later..." Zack starts to reason.

"No!" Declared Justin. "Emma said that she'll know when the time is right."

"Awwww, do you always do what mummy says?" I ask mocking them. Justin isn't fazed, "I know you do." That doesn't faze me either.

"Oh yeah, I forgot that you'd know something like that - stalker. So where is my mum and Sophie? You said that you got them out." Justin becomes uncomfortable again. I sigh, "Well, if you don't want to tell me I'm sure that we can pick up where we left off." I say, casually twirling my knife with my fingers. "Don't even think about it or I'll have to bash your head in again." Zack jokes but I glare at him.

"Thanks," I say sourly. "Really appreciated that."

"Hey, I couldn't allow you to slit my partner's throat." He defended. Whoa! OK that caught me off guard. Justin registers the look of surprise on my face. "Whoa! Not like that! We're friends!" Zack catching on to it choked on him water.

"I meant as in we have each other's back sort of partners. We're not...not, you know." Zack says hurriedly, turning red.

"Oh...right." I say, turning red myself. God, this is awkward. "So where are they? My mum and lil' sis?" I ask, trying to change the subject. I directed my question towards Zack, I can tell he's the softer of the two...the one more susceptible to feeling sympathetic and thus telling me what I need to know. I look into his eyes, an unusual shade of blue. "Well if you're referring to Martha and Sophie..." Why wouldn't I be referring to them? "Well...they're at one of our..." he pauses as he thinks of a suitable word, "...Safe houses. I'm not sure which one though." He finishes.

OK, I'm officially confused, "Safe house? Why would they need to be at a safe house?"

"You know that your house was on fire last night, right?" Justin asks and I give him a 'no, duh!' look and he continues. "Michael thought that you were in the house when he ordered it to be burnt down. The safest place for your family right now is with us, this way Michael can't use them as leverage against you." I give him a suspicious look. "First of all, I don't even know a Michael. Secondly, it might not give him the leverage but I'm pretty sure it gives it to you." From the look that Zack and Justin were giving each other I knew I hit the 'nail on the head'.

"What do you want from me?" I ask sounding defeated, surprising myself. I have never sounded like that before. Zack opens his mouth but then closes it, unsure of what to say. Emma suddenly stands up and the room goes deadly silent. "Justin Wood." She calls out and he immediately stands up and makes his way over to the raised platform, they go into what looks like a serious discussion. "What is he, her lapdog or something?" I mutter under my breath. Zack having heard me replies, "He's her favorite student...or solider," he shruggs. "Which ever term you prefer."

I look up at Zack; he must be about sixteen, seventeen maybe. I can't help but notice how much I like that shaggy blonde hair of his. "Solider?" I inquire and raise my eyebrows. Before Zack elaborates Justin appears with a serious expression on his face demanding that I follow him out the hall. I sigh, hating being ordered around. "See you around, Zack." I say and chuck my food in the bin on the way out.