Enemy Secret

❂ Chapter 3 ❂

I walked back into the gym, following the trail of laughing voices. I looked past the corner and saw Jarek, Rexan and Calyx sitting in a circle on a clean mat. Jarek smiled softly when he saw me, waving me over to the mat. I walked over, crossing my arms over my chest. Calyx smiled when she saw me before her eyes took on a darker tone.

"What's up?" I asked, settling down next to her. I knew she had bad news, call it sister instincts. "We have been rejected by Sector 8 once again." Calyx whispered. I sighed and hung my head in my hands. We needed to ally with other groups. We were starting with groups towards the bottom of the food chain. Sectors were numbered by size and importance.

Some Sectors moved up the line, while some moved down. We needed bigger size to gain some respect among the other Sectors. Every five months all Sector leaders met up and discussed problems or plans for demolishing enemy spy groups. The meeting was Friday, Tomorrow.

"Try again?" I asked. Calyx nodded. Jarek placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to soothe my stress. Jarek knew how badly we needed to expand. I always told Jarek everything, whether it was about myself or the group. "Well, I have to set up shop, Meetings tomorrow." I said, pushing myself up.

Calyx stood up next to me. "You don't have to come home now, Rexan could you drop her off?" I said, giving a pointed glance at him. Rexan nodded and went back to fumbling around with his cellphone. "Are you sure?" Calyx asked, staring into my eyes. "Yes, you guys need to set up a game plan for tomorrow." I said as I walked from the room.

I walked into the locker room, shivering in the harsh air conditioning. I piled my phone and dirty clothes into my small backpack. "Be home by 10, Calyx." I yelled, walking out the door. Warm air smacked me in the face, humidity sticking my clothes to my skin. I walked down the crowded streets.

Mobs of people stood in small groups in the middle of the road. I could feel their eyes on me as I slid through the tight crowd. I felt a cold hand grip me arm. I flicked my head around, adrenaline pulsing through me. The face of my capture was hidden by the shadows of the streets.

I quickly shuffled home. I walked in the door and locked it behind me and threw my stuff by the door. My uncle sat on the couch, gripping the remote in his hand. "Where is Cal?" He asked, turning his attention to me. "The Gym." I answered. "How was training?" He asked, scooting over on the couch. I groaned and fell down onto the soft cushion. "Good, totally beat Jarek though." I laughed lightly.

My uncle smiled at me and grabbed me knee. "Dinner is in the fridge, I'm going to bed." "Okay, sleep tight." I whispered, taking the remote from his hands. "Brat." He teased, standing up from the couch. I stuck my tongue out at him and pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped a fuzzy blanket around myself. Uncle walked down the hall, shutting himself in his bedroom.

I flipped mindlessly through the channels on the television. A soft song played through the apartment. I groaned and walked to my bag. I snatched my phone from the pockets. A text played on the screen, "Let me in." Jarek. I grasped the doorknob in my hands and pulled it open. Jarek stood in a pair of dark jeans and a dark green shirt, matching his deep green eyes.

"You could have just knocked." I smirked, leaning against the open doorframe. "Yeah, but if I knocked, you wouldn't answer." Jarek replied, crossing his arms. I laughed and pulled him inside. "What do you want?' I asked, resuming my position on the couch. Jarek sat down next to me, stealing the remote from my hands. I smacked his shoulder and wrapped myself tighter with the blanket. Jarek flipped through the channels, stopping ever so often on a car show.

Everytime he would look at me and raise his eyebrows. I always responded with shake of my head, signaling him to change the channel. "To hang out, we haven't hung out in forever." Jarek finally answered my question. I grabbed the remote and flipped of the television. "Jar, what are we going to do?" I asked, turning to face him on the couch. Jarek grimaced slightly at the nickname but shrugged his shoulders.

"No one will ally with us and how do we expect to be given missions if we are at the end of the food chain?" I complained, wringing my hands in my lap. "Give them a run for their money." Jarek smiled softly. "I have complete confidence that you will take Sector 9 all the way up too Sector 1, I have no doubt about it." I blushed slightly and massaged my neck. "Thanks." I mumbled.

"You don't seem happy, you need to cheer up." Jarek said, a smile playing over his lips. I started backing away from him on the couch. Suddenly he pounced on me, trapping me underneath him. His hands grabbed my sides and tickled me. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. "Jarek, Stop!" I hissed, trying to hold back the laughter.

I grabbed Jarek's shoulder and flipped him off of me. I threw him off the side of the couch and I heard a thud as he hit the ground. I sat up and saw Jarek lying on the ground, a cocky grin on his face. I leaned over the side of the couch so my face was over his. "You know what? After the meeting, We are going to go to your favorite beach and relax. No 18 year old should already have stress wrinkles." Jarek smirked, placing his hands behind his head.

I lightly smacked his shoulder. "Rude! and you're driving." I grinned and sat back onto the couch. I placed my foot on Jarek and I could feel his chest rising with each breath. I could also feel the hard muscle underneath his shirt. "I'll tickle you." Jarek warned, grabbing my feet. "No!" I screeched, bringing my knees to my chest.

Jarek chuckled softly and stood up. He whisked over to the DvD Player and placed Mulan into the player. We both loved this movie and watched it all the time together. Jarek sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I placed my head in his shoulder and relaxed.