Project Revenge

Chapter Eleven

I never needed you like I do right now, I never hated you like I do right now, Cause all you ever do is make me cry.

~ Noah Cyrus/Labrinth

(Unedited)

{Clarys POV}

"What the fuck do you mean you're moving away?!" William follows me through the trees and I wish for the third time this morning he would keep his voice down.

"We're moving away." I repeat myself and try not to spill the bucket of water Im carrying as my clumsy feet trip over numerous small sticks.

He grabs my arm and forces me to stop, to turn and look him in the eye. It's far more difficult than I expect, telling this boy that Im no longer going to be in his life anymore.

"When?" His hands slowly drop off both my shoulders and I hear the commotion of our campsite just feet away. I swallow around the lump in my throat that forms when I think about it too much.

"In about a month." His face is nothing short of devastated and it kills me even more. This is why Ive waited so long to tell him. That look.

"I only have thirty days left with you?"

The look on my own face must give me away "twenty-four."

He tries to process this for a second and lets me walk finally getting back to our tents and the fire that's roaring between them. Maia is stood in front of it cooking breakfast while her boyfriend snaps sticks for the fire behind her.

Will manages to catch up with me just as Isabelle emerges from the trees on the other side, her hands full with wood and leaves, both brothers trailing behind her.

"Does Jace know?" Will asks by my shoulder and I nod.

"I told him last night." The blondes eyes meet mine from across the circle and something that feels a lot like electricity snaps between us. Perhaps it's the same not so distant memory we're sharing when we look at each other of twigs and the night sky. He can't help but smirk a little and looks away assisting Jordan in snapping wood.

"When last night?" Wills confused tone snaps me back to reality and I smile as I pass Isabelle leaving the bucket next to the fire.

"Okay so, how's breakfast coming along?" I ask our newly appointed chef and feel Will watching me as he talks to Alec. Maia nearly jumps she's so surprised Im talking to her and stumbles over her words, something she never does "Y-yeah great, hope you like eggs." she's nervous and in all honesty, it's cute.

"Maia, back when we weren't so lazy and would jump in to Java Jones for breakfast what would I always order?" She smiles to herself as she remembers "Bacon and eggs, how could I forget."

"I don't forgive you by the way." I tell her and she nearly drops the spoon she's using, looking over at me "I was being dramatic there's nothing to forgive. You didn't know." She doesn't say anything probably because Jordan is only a few feet away but she does stop what she's doing and wrap her arms around me.

"I'm sorry anyway." She whispers. Isabelle clicks at me with her manicured nails and Maia swiftly gets back to the food while she drags me off rambling away about something Im not paying attention to because Im way more interested in the shape of her brothers jawline as I pass but of course she's not having it "Yes, hello! This is urgent!" The chances of it being urgent were low.

"Okay what were you saying?" I blink at her and she sighs pulling me even further away from the boys.

"Okay so this morning I got a phone call from Jonathan and he was being really weird. He sounded sad and kept telling me he loved me and I just wondered if everything is okay with him?" Jonathan knows. He knows and this is him trying to work up the courage to tell Isabelle that in 24 days he's out of here. I couldn't take this moment from him, the build up to his goodbye.