A Captain and Her Ship

Chapter 22: Plan C: Together Again

Chapter 22: Plan C: Together Again

Why? Why were they so infuriated? Like if I've done something so awful to them.

I should have never opened the door, but they would have still seen me. I couldn't hide in their house, but I rather do that than get yelled at. It was so irrigating, being looked at like that and barked.

They knew me; from the way Mrs. Winter looked at me it was fear and sorrow. But what was it from, and Jordan was as confused from it as me. So they didn't tell him, are they hiding something? What is it?

I can't think like this anymore, it's so annoying. All of these questions with no answer only more question are mind bogging. I hate thinking this way; it makes me feel emotion which I hate. But ever since I met Jordan all of this crazy emotions and.

Dreams...

God those dreams, those were cause of this to happen but why. And what is their purpose because it's only pissing me off every time I have one. And it was that dream that spooked Jordan to the color white.

"Prue!" A voice cheered, along with footsteps. I turned around and saw Whiskey Lover, running towards me with a box?

"What?" I glared at him as he came beside me, from breaking me from my thoughts.

"I got this from the liquor store!" He beamed, handling me the box.

"Okay?" I examined the book doubtfully, as I turned it around hearing a cling of glass. He wasn't joking he brought alcohol to school. Why would he do that, he would only be pushed to jail for this. Wait; does he want to go to jail?

"You're a stupid red hair you know?" I remarked.

"Why's that?"

"You brought alcohol to school. You can go to jail."

"But it's not mine, sadly." He pouted, until giving it turned into a smile, across his freckled face.

"Then who was it for?" I questioned, handing the box to him so I could get some water from the fountain next to me.

"Yours." He chuckled, lightly causing me to choke on the water.

I stood up straight, wiping the water from my chin on my sleeves. Glaring sharply into his eyes, as his smile only brighten like the sun in the darkness. There was nothing I could do to bug this weirdo.

"I wanted to get you an I'm sorry for almost getting you killed gift." He exclaimed pitifully.

"And raped, don't forget that." I said sarcastically, pushing the box to this chests as I placed his hands on each side.

"You don't want it?" He awed, holding the box to his side.

"Why would I want that junk?" I jeered, picking up my paces.

"Prue you're walking a little too fast!" Whiskey Lover hollered, from across the hall.

"Shut up!" I shut my eyes, and started marching away. Today isn't my day at all; I have too much on my mind to deal with this idiot. Like Jordan hasn't been at school for 3 days now, since the whole project yelling.

His parents must have told him why they hate me, now he's not a school. Three boring days, of nothing to do. Three days of question and mystery. Three days of.

I bumped into something and staggered backwards, holding my forehead with hands. As I squinted my eyes, to this rock that I stood in front of me but my eyes turned light when I saw Olivier.

He was covering his mouth with his huge forest green sweater, as his eyes stared away from me with a woebegone look. In his blue skinny jean, he was shaky and his coral peach hair covering his eyes but blew a little. So I could see his eyes, and understand the situation and why he felt sad.