Compound

Chapter 13

Maddi's POV:

I was awakened by the sound of arguing. I was still in Ethan's arms, on top of him, because he laid down in the night. He had one arm flung over my waist.

"Would you SHUT UP for FUCKS SAKE JUST STOP!" Jack yelled.

"As soon as he's not trying to make ME perfect!" Clara screamed at Hudson.

"Maybe if you were NICE!"

"Oh shut up!"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"Neat freak!"

"Drama queen!"

"Germaphobe!"

"Emo slut!"

"DICK LICKER!"

"I WISH YOU HAD BEEN ABORTED!"

"YOU'RE A FUCKUP!"

"STUPID!"

"UGLY!"

"FAT!"

"GAY!"

"Does that make you a boy fatass!?"

"YEAH, BUT IM STILL IN A HETEROSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP!"

"Son of a BITCH!" Ethan screamed, sitting up, taking me with him, so I was sitting in his lap. "Shut the fuck up you pieces of shit! You're always goddamn fighting can't you see somE OF US ARE FUCKING SLEEPING!!??!? GODDAMNIT!!!" He laid back down, still taking me with him. "Good morning."

"Uh, morning..." Clara and Hudson resumed shouting at each other. Ethan sat back up.

"Well, sleeping is out..." He muttered. He gently pushed me off his lap.

"What was that for?"

"You seemed uncomfortable."

"Well you're not wrong." He moved his face close to mine.

"You know you love me."

"Not really. Brice only died yesterday."

"You love me." Someone reproachfully poked my shoulder.

"Maddi?" Nic said quietly. I turned.

"Yes?"

"I dunno. I'm sad."

"I know."

"Why did Ryan leave?"

"Because he's a bad person."

"Maddi. I loved him."

"You dated him for 2 days."

"I've liked him since we went to the institute 4 years ago."

"Oh..."

"That's what I've been suffering through Maddi I've been waiting for this for 4 years and this happens."

"I don't know what to tell you?"

"Matthew has vodka in his backpack." Ethan said. We looked at him, confused.

"What? I'm not allowed to know things? I was trying to help, geeze..."

"Oh, no, you helped. Which one is his?"

"The black one."

"They're all black."

"Plain black."

"Oh. Ok." He scooted away.

"So, how do you know about this "secret vodka stash"?"

"Well-"

"No, no. Nevermind. I don't want to know."

"Do you want me to get you some?"

"That's illegal."

"Uh... We've killed more than one person... Ever...."

"I don't want any."

"Why?"

"Because, I want my first drink to be champagne." He laughed.

"Why?"

"Idk. It sounds good." He shook his head slightly, half smiling.

"Ok."

"We should probably walk."

"I'll tell Jack. JACK!"

"Yeah bitch!?"

"We need to move!" He groaned.

"But I don't really want to! Alright, fine. EVERYBODY, LETS MOVE OUR ASSES!"

"Don't tell me what to do." Connor moaned. He was in his sleeping bag. Slowly, with all the procrastination we could use, we packed up our things, and walked (dragged).