C H A P T E R T H R E E : >>>HEX<<<

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I notice Cay sprinting towards the café, yet I turn around, trying to find the twins (James and Jesse). They were present the day Ian went missing. Cay won't give up trying to find him, so I decided to help, but I am not sure how to. The grass crunches underneath my feet. Rain sprinkle down my spine before it becomes harsher and wetting my hair, streaking my face, facing towards the shelter which James and Jesse appear to be in. I drag my feet towards them and they look up from their computers. The floor is a path, the shelter is just timber resting on the poles to keep them up. It reminds me how Cay always spelt poles "polls". It was funny. Their tanned skin seems darker as thunder makes them jump to their feet.

 Their hair is black, but James has two sides shaved with a long bit falling to the side, long enough to touch his shoulder while Jesse's hair is a neat undercut, their eyes Japanese, specks of freckles on their noses, a mole beneath their lips, James wears a black hoodie, slack of shorts and sandals while Jesse wears a blue sweater, ripped jeans and sneakers. They look at me as if I am weird for walking towards them since I barely know them. "Cay wanted me to find you two." I say casually and they nod, "Ah, Cay. She's very nice friend." They both say in unison and I remember that they came from Tokyo so their English isn't perfected.

"Ian is missing and she wants to know if you two would help find him." Their eyes widen with shock and Jesse says, "I would if I could, but I is terrible at solving things. However, James could," James nods before Jesse adds, "I'll try to help since I'd do anything for Cay. Ever since she welcomed us to this collage. Also, may I add, Cay and Shade are in hand cuffs over there." He points and immediately I run towards them with James and Jesse on my trail, kicking up some mud, as the rain rushes onto our bodies and soaks our clothes.

 The grass is muddy and slippery as we sprint across the oval instead of sprinting on the cold wet pavement that sits five footsteps away from our muddy shoes. Jesse picks up the pace and sprints right past me in a blink of an eye. He's the fastest of all of us, whereas James is the smartest. Trying to keep up, I misjudge a hole in the ground and twist my ankle as I fall onto the wet, muddy, gross grass. Groaning, I clutch my ankle as James rushes past me, getting up I try to reach them but it's a painful process. A hand rests on my shoulder. Krait. He spins me around, "I saw you fall. You okay?" I choke out the words, "Yes, but Cay and Shade are arrested, and I need to get to them." "You can't, though, can you?"

He's probably seen me struggle, so I lean against him as he drags me towards the pathway, "You stay here. I'll go and then return some information." His hair is dark instead of a glossy golden brown, shaved on two sides and placed into a man bun, his eyebrows thick and bushy, eyes so dark blue they look like the ocean, his skin tan, his build is strong and lean, he sports a red shirt with a white line near the collar and a breast pocket. His jeans are a bit long so they are folded up and are blue, his skin wet with droplets of water, his shirt soaked, he is gone. I catch him running towards them, but then he shouts, "Someone get the nurse for Hex!" and I sigh, leaning into the pole behind me, I then close my eyes as I hear someone shout for a nurse. 

I then remember how quiet and serious Krait is, he still is, I then compare him to me. I am quiet, but concerned at times, kind of like Cay which is why we get along so well. We get each other. I am also silly and love a challenge. Krait is quiet, smart, shy, serious and determined. Someone that my parents always wanted, but instead, they only got a shy, silly, quiet and dumb kid. I wonder to myself, will my parents ever appreciate me? And that's when I realise. I am also self-centred at times. Opening my eyes, the nurse stands in front of me, grabs my arm to pull me up and drags me to the sickbay. 

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