The Agency And The Division ✔ [REWRITING]

Chapter 6 Keys

I walked into one of our rooms and the rest followed me shortly. I glanced around the room and it was suprizingly big. It had two queen sized beds against the left wall, on the right there was a small kitchen with marble counter tops, and a small wooden round table with matching chairs. The wall opposite from the door was a row of floor lenght glass doors leading to a wide balcony. It was around 8 pm and the sun was already setting outside.

There were two comfy looking chairs out on the balcony. The bathroom door was on the right wall, next to the door there was a dresser made out of the same wood as the table and chairs.

I walked to the table and put all of the keys down. I took off my leather jacket and threw it on one of the beds. Brooke flopped down on one of the chairs at the table.

"So how will we share?" Tyler asked and wiggled his eyebrows in a suggesting manner. I rolled my eyes at his flirty ways and turned to look at the rest of them.

"Girls in one room. Boys will devide how ever they want to." I said not leving any space for arguments. This however didn't stop Tyler from saying something.

"Oh come on K. You know you want to." He said while gesturing to himself at the last part of his scentence. I rolled my eyes for what seemed like the 100th time for today "Maby you should come up with something else than eye rolling." He sassed at me. This made me react.

Maybe it was because of my exhaustion or maybe it was that I was bored of his flirty, suggestive comments after seven years. Nobody will ever know.

"Look Tyler, you should just back up and leave me alone! You should get the hint after seven years!" I shouted at him. All the people in the room fell dead silent. Then I realized what I had just said. "Tyler, I didn't mean it like that." I said.

Oh God. Why do I screw everything always up?!

Tyler didn't respond for a while. He just had this hurt look on his face. I know he never intended anything to happen between us, it was always just joking and making fun of eachother, but he still looked hurt. And for good reason.I just always know what to say to make things even worse than they already were. I always manage to either hurt the people that are importanat to me or they get killed because of me.

After a few minutes of scilence Tyler spoke up.

"You can't even say it can you?" He asked obviously implying to me not using direct words to apologize to him. I wanted to, but apologizing meant emotions. And I don't do emotions. I just stood there and had a blank look on my face.

I'm not gonna show emotions after seven years of locking them away.

"You are just a heartless killer." He said with venom lacing his voice, and exited the room leaving an unplestant scilence in the room.

His words hurt me more than he propably realizes. I have killed before, many times, but I never expected Tyler to say that. We were always the flirty friends that teased and embaressed eachother with words. I never intended to say those words to him. He always suggested stuff playfully, and me being my blank self I either just ignored him or said something sarcastic or sassy back to him. But that was who he was, and I loved him for it, as a friend of course, and I hardly think that he would actually think of me as something else than a friend.

I grabbed one of the keys and got up and started walking out of the room as anger started to rise up inside me. I knew that I started the whole thing but it doesn't give Tyler any rights to call me what he did. It started out on such a stupid and simple thing that it was frustrating to even think about what resulted out of our supid fight.

I grabbed my duffle bag and went to one of the other rooms we booked that was right next to the one I was just in a few seconds earlier. I knew that there was no chance of me bumping into Tyler in the room, since he didn't take any of the keys.