Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 21//

Picture is Minho shocked when Malaya insultes him.
sorry for late post, been on holiday, hope you enjoy.

"I'm Malaya, subject C9 experiment D.C, the prodigy."

The flashing red light of the camera made my palms sweat, I knew what I had to say, I knew what I was supposed to do. But it always seemed so hard to produce.

"subject C7, the promising has failed, marked deceased, only two left. The chancellor expects I will be the only survivor, but things can change. C8's tests will begin tomorrow. Reviews will continue at the half way point"

I heard the click of the camera shutting off and the cold breath leave my lips, I sat still knowing that I shouldn't move until the soldiers said I could. The room was quiet for a long moment before the door then popped open and I was allowed to stand, I walked out of the review room and back into the lab where the door slammed shut behind me. I choked on my breath as I saw my friend doubled over in terrified tears, Subject C8.

She was next.

...

"You ready for today shank"

"Shut up Minho"

I hissed as I packed my lunch, I wasn't in the mood, I had nightmares all night and I was lacking sleep, I was in a shucky mood. There needs to be a warning label branded to my forehead at this point in time

"jeez someone needs a boyfriend"

I turned around suddenly and glared at him, excuse me does someone want to lose a couple dozen teeth. What does my relationship statue have to do with my mood, I pretty sure if I was dating someone he would cop my wrath too.

"Were you born this stupid or did you take lessons?"

I snapped and Minho scoffed before mumbling something under his breath that I wasn't supposed to catch.

"No wonder she hasn't got a boyfriend"

I caught it.

With a sharp hiss I shoved him so he fell to his butt from his crouching position, Minho was definitely right about him being a brother to me, too bad brothers are bloody annoying. Minho was shocked and gapped up at me as he tried to pull himself back up.

"Excuse me, the reason I don't have a boyfriend is because I'm married to food"

I retorted and Minho immediately started laughing hysterically, what exactly did I say? it wasn't that funny. Minho laid on his back and tried to stifle his laugh by pressing his hands to his face. Except that wasn't working.

"What's wrong with you?"

I hissed as I shouldered my bag onto my back, Minho still didn't falter from his hysterical laughing. Except he started trying to talk through his laugh, the words coming out in breathless gasps.

"You're married to Frypan's Hotdogs?!"

He said before crying out in laughter again, I could feel my cheeks heat up, that is not what I meant at all! I forced a tough growl as I tried to chase my embarrassment. I can't believe he would think that, I thought he was at least a little bit mature, I guess bloody not.

"You're going to be a corpse in a minute"

I snarled and Minho sighed heavily, trying to gain the breath he had lost in laughing. He pressed his hand against his chest like an old man who had just felt his heart murmur before he staggered to his feet, all the while my glaring eyes trailing after him.