playing with the air // m.h.

don't you want to take me up in the clouds // part three

d e s t r y // p o v

"Is your location busy?" we've gone two rounds and it was now Adam's turn to ask a question during a game Jamie introduced as Spyfall. The gimmick of the game was to find the spy and everyone else knew the location. Shitty for me, I was the spy. Great for me, I knew the location already.

"Absolutely," Ross answered, trying to be sneaky with his card.

Hospital, I repeated over and over in my head, Answer like you're in a hospital. It was harder than I originally thought it would be, trying to look calm. It didn't help that Matty wouldn't take his eyes off me, keeping his own aura totally unreadable.

"Destry," it was his turn again and he's only asked me for the past three rounds. It was starting to make my palms sweaty.

"That's not fair, you can't keep asking her," George whined.

"Why not if I think she's the spy?" Matty cocked his head, there was obviously some sort of undercover feud going on here that I didn't quite understand, and probably wasn't ready to.

"Is that you guessing? Are we guessing now?" Ross piped back up.

"Sure, why heavens not," Jamie declared, "Three, two, one."

Hands pointed in entirely different directions, Ross at Adam, George and Jamie at Matty, John and I at George, and his Matty's slim finger stayed pointed at me—his eyes staring in a way that made me nervously squeeze my legs tighter together.

"Well this is a mess, George and Matty? You have the most votes," Jamie sat back, an amused expression coating his face.

"I'm innocent," Matty says first, still not taking his eyes off me.

"Ditto," George shrugs and looks around quizzically.

"It's Destry," stop looking please, "I'm positive."

Everyone is staring directly at me now and I feel like I'm about to bust out into hives. I shrug, trying to play it cool as I casually flip my card face up on the table—bold red letters spelling spy in clear view. "Location is hospital. How'd you know?"

"You were watching George too closely, and your eyes go a bit darker when you're figuring something out," he says all too relaxed, considering the whole revelation made me nauseous.

"I'm going to get some air, alright?" I try to speak clearly, a few moments had passed and the boys were right to talking about some sick internet video they saw, so no one really objected when I got up and started towards the door. Maybe they'd understand if I just went home, if they get upset I can always argue I was just going to pick up my cigarettes and Asher wanted me to stay and watch a film. I ran through my plan in my head over and over, picking aggressively at my hangnails and jamming the down button. I wanted to bash my head into the wall, I hated these feelings. My heart was racing and my head felt much too fuzzy for my liking, maybe the wine I insisted on chugging to get through this. Doused in aggravation I slammed my back against the wall, sliding down and tucking my head between my knees—deep breathing like Ash taught me. Fucking hell, I'm pathetic.

"Not really, I'd say you're one of the braver individuals I know," A voice replied to my thoughts. A deep sultry voice. To the thoughts that weren't really thoughts.

I knew who it was before I even brought my head up, but god did I deny it. Can't really do that however when those intense chocolate eyes are reaching towards yours.

"Can I sit next to you?" He lazily pointed beside me, a Matty sized space right between my body and a fern. I nod, biting into my cheek nervously.