Plot Twist

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

"Have confidence in everything. No matter what it is that you're doing, know that you can do it better than anyone."

O'Shea Jackson, Jr.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to feel heavy with tension at the serious turn the conversation had taken. Jackson looked grim and Skylar was clearly lost in her own thoughts.

Ugh, angst is the worst.

As the awkward silence continued, I could feel myself getting antsy. And by antsy, I mean the kind of antsy I got whenever an uncomfortable quietness stretched on too long and I felt the need to recite Harry Styles facts in order to break it.

Oh God I can actually feel it coming on...

I don't think I can resist the urge...

Someone please stop me--

"Did you guys know Harry Styles didn't even eat his first twinkie until January 28th, 2012?" I blurted out, "I mean, how weird is that?"

Cue an awkward chuckle.

The only response I got from my fake-siblings was an annoyed stare.

It's literally like these people don't even appreciate me.

"Uh, anyway," Jackson changed the subject, "Does anybody know where we can get a decent breakfast around here?"

"Wait, breakfast? What time is it?" I asked in confusion. Had I really been sleeping that long? When Jackson had woken me up--again--it had felt like I'd only been asleep for a few minutes.

"It's eight in the morning," Skylar answered, "Which also means we've been away from home and in England for, like, a full twenty-four hours."

Geez--8 AM?

These people really are lucky that I'm even speaking to them and haven't gone back into hibernation till noon.

As if realizing it was actually breakfast time, my stomach chose that moment to growl loudly. "You know," I stood up from my bed, "Getting some food does sound pretty good right now. I'm not really sure where to go, but I'm sure if we wander around long enough, we'll find a guard or someone to point us in the right direction."

Before that could happen though, both Skylar and I seriously needed to change our clothes. I was still donning the outfit I had come in, and after several hours of flying and a trip to the dungeons, it looked somewhat less appealing on me. The good news was that fake-twin had discovered that the dressers had spare clothing in them earlier and although it was mostly an array of jeans and plain black and white t-shirts in various sizes, it still felt ten times better to be wearing clean clothes.

Even if those clean clothes are mom jeans and a unisex black t-shirt.

With that done, all three of us clambered out of the bedroom and into the magnificent hallway. "Hey, speaking of getting food, do you think we should stop by wherever Zack's room is and ask him if he wants to join?" I asked.

As time went on, I was beginning to feel worse and worse for fake-Dylan-O'Brien. He had actually paid for a plane ticket, flew to a completely different country and agreed to be in the company of a bunch of short-tempered werewolves--and for what? So he could get dumped? In what universe was that fair?

Apparently this one.

"Yeah, sure," Jackson nodded, "He's rooming with me, anyway. This place is one hell of a maze but I think I remember how to get back."