The Forgotten

The Forgotten (11)

We went down to breakfast the next morning and I sat down next to Lia. I was so happy to see her eating like she should be and she even looked happier. Before Marcus could sit down next to me, Cory decided to sit down in the seat. He grinned as Marcus glared at him and took the seat opposite me grumbling. Breakfast was so nice because we had pancakes. I finished my own so quickly that Cory gave me some of his. “Aww you’re so sweet.” I commented and Cory winked. Marcus left the table abruptly. I stared after him dumbfounded. “He’s so jealous.” Cory stated. “Jealous of what?” I enquired. He leaned and I flinched back a bit but he continued until his mouth was right next to my ear. “What do you think?” He whispered before leaning back and finishing his breakfast. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

I walked back up to the room and saw Marcus pacing up and down. I stared at him and smiled. He looked cute when he was angry. “Are you okay?” I asked. He glanced over to me and glared before resuming his pacing. “Clearly not.” I muttered before walking over to him. I grabbed his arm and stood in front of him. “You shouldn’t let Cory wind you up so much.” I stated. He opened his mouth to say something but I lifted up my hand to stop him. “We have to go meet up with everyone else in the meeting room.” I said before pulling him out of our room.

We walked into the room and then Isaac started to talk. “Today, you are going to help each other with a problem that you may be struggling with. You can help more people than your partner but they must be your first priority. Don’t be afraid to open up to each other; everyone needs to break down at one point of time.” He told us before walking out of the room. This guy really doesn’t wanna be here. He didn’t even have the decency to say goodbye before leaving.

Marcus caught the look on the face and shook his head knowingly before laughing. I smiled sheepishly at him before he pulled me to my feet. “I know how to help you!” He exclaimed excitedly and I arched a brow. “Aren’t I supposed to ask you for help not you deciding how to help me?” I asked. “He didn’t say that; I just have to help you. I really doubt he gives a shit about how I do it.” He replied. “How does he even know that we’re doing any of the stuff that he’s asking us to do?” I enquired. “He has people watching us all the time so if we aren’t doing anything, he contacts parents and they get really annoying.” He replied. “You know this from experience?” I asked and he shook his head. “I didn’t even think to disobey him. Isaac seems like a dude that you don’t want to get on the wrong side of.” He replied with a mysterious look in his eye and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What did you say?” I asked as it seemed he was going crazy. “What do you mean?” He asked in reply. I stared at him with a very confused look on my face. “Did you roll of the bed and land on your head this morning? Are you forgetting one very important thing?” I asked. “I don’t think so.” He replied with a smirk. “Why are we going to swimming pool when I can’t swim?” I demanded. “Oh really? You can’t swim?” He asked in his annoying sarcastic voice. Sarcasm and everything evil works better with me. I hate it when people use it against me and it works. Well I’m gonna guilt trip him now. “Have you forgotten so quickly that I almost drowned a few days ago which was all your fault?” I enquired and raised a brow. To my surprise, he just laughed before lifting me up onto his shoulder before carrying me up to our room despite the looks we were getting.

He threw me down on my bed and walked to my wardrobe. “What the hell are you doing Marcus?” I demanded. He pulled out a black and white polka dot bikini and grinned. “Put this on underneath your clothes and let’s go.” He told me. I glared at him and shoved him aside before pulling out a one-piece and walked to the bathroom to change. Once I had finished, we walked down to the swimming pool. There weren’t many people there which I thought was quite strange considering the heat. “Why aren’t there people here?” I asked him. “Most people go to the beach because it’s more exciting.” He replied shrugging. “And more dangerous.” I muttered. “I was like you when I came last year; coming from England, the beach isn’t the best place to go but in America, it s just amazing.” He told me grinning.